Summary: The reader is hopelessly involve with Dean, but too scared to do anything about it. She has to deal with Dean bringing home countless girls, and she reaches her breaking point. With the help of Sammy some sense is knocked into Dean.
Author’s note: This is 100% inspired by Guardians Of The Galaxy…but it came out so awesome! Let it be known this is the first fluff I’ve ever written…I know I’m just as shocked. I really love this one guys, I hope you do too!
There was no denying it, you were head over heals for Dean Winchester. You’d been hunting with him and his brother for the past year, and ever since that first hunt you’d fallen for him. There was something about how those green eyes of his light up that just made a thousand butterflies in your stomach take flight.
The one thing you couldn’t get over was seeing him with other girls. You always compared yourself to them, and in your own head came up short. Convincing yourself you weren’t enough for Dean was something you constantly did.
You knew Dean’s type, and you always told yourself you weren’t it. Sure the girls would only stay the night and Dean wouldn’t remember their names, but at least they knew him intimately. You wanted so badly to feel his lips on yours, his hands run down your body, and him whisper little things into your ear.
Dean often consumed your thoughts, and that was happening right now. Sam was snapping his fingers, “Hello earth to (y/n), stop thinking about Dean”. You were pulled from your thoughts, remembering you were sitting across the kitchen table from Sam.
Throwing a napkin at him you rolled your eyes, “Sam shut up before Dean hears you”. As you spoke Dean was dealing with one of his one night stands, and you knew his routine to a t. Dean would explain he wasn’t much of a breakfast guy and would offer to make coffee, which was a flat out lie and he just wanted to politely make his guest leave.
He would sit down and have a cup of coffee with the woman and once they were done remind the girl that he really needed to start his day, lie number two. The girl would get the hint and call a cab, and pretty soon she’d be on her way.
This certain girl had perfect red hair, a toned body, and beautiful face. Taking her in your self hatred started to eat away at your mind. Sam threw the napkin back, “She’s not that pretty you know (y/n), to Dean she’s just another girl”.
Sam of course knew your feelings for his brother and always insisted that Dean would return them. That didn’t give you the confidence you needed to actually make a move, but it did warm your heart how deeply Sam cared.
He would always insist that Dean was just scared because when he loved people, it meant he could lose them. The voice within your head told you it was because Dean didn’t feel the same way. Thus, your current state was created.
You sighed, “Sure Sammy, then why did he have sex with her?”. Your anger bubbled as you watched Dean flirting with the girl. She was reaching for the sugar and Dean came up behind her to also grab a packet, and he pinched her side. She laughed while Dean pressed his body even closer to her.
Picking up on your apparent anger Sam called for Dean, “You know Dean we really should be starting our case”. You found yourself smiling, it was good for Sam to have your back. Dean didn’t want this girl to go yet, “You know Sammy I think we have time for one more cup”.
The anger easily found it’s way back to you, why was he fighting to keep this one. You’d finished what you’d been eating, which meant there was no real reason for you to be subjected to this.
Getting up you put your dish in the sink, unfortunately bringing you closer to the love birds. While putting your dish down the girl gave you a dirty look, intensifying your anger. The random girl shot daggers at you before pulling Dean in for a kiss.
You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction so you just gave her a glare before returning to your room. While walking to your room you thought about how much better it would’ve felt if you’d just shot the girl. She was acting like a monster so the action would be justified.
After you left Sam was left in the kitchen with his brother and his random one night stand. Sam was just as angry as you were, if not angrier. You were Sam’s best friend and it pained him to see the way Dean played with your heart.
He knew that Dean was too scared to act on his feelings, and he wished he could get you to believe it too. Every time either of them loved a girl, that girl was immediately put in danger. You meant a lot to Dean, which meant you’re be put in even more danger. So Dean pushed down what he felt and tried to fill the void with meaningless girls.
The girl came to sit down where you’d previously sat, across from Sam. She made herself comfortable, which annoyed him. Sam called to Dean again, “You know Dean I think (y/n) had the right idea by going to her room to get ready”.
At the mention of your name the girl rolled her eyes, obviously feeling territorial. Sam heard the girl scoffed under her breath, “…that girl really needs a lot of getting ready”. By this time Dean had joined them at the table, and he also vaguely heard what the girl said.
Dean was annoyed, “What did you say?”. The girl placed down her cup and laughed, “Well the girl that was in here two seconds ago obviously needs a lot of time to get ready..did you see her?”. Suddenly Dean felt incredibly regretful that he’d even kissed this girl, she was a clear waste of time.
Sam smiled seeing the anger bubble up in his brother, maybe he’d finally act on his feelings. Dean’s brows furrowed, “Sorry not everyone can be as quick to get ready as you sweetheart, I guess it’s so easy because you barely wear anything in the first place…easy access huh?”. Sam couldn’t help but laugh, he wished you were in the room to hear Dean’s remark.
The girl got up from the table, “Excuse me?”. Dean didn’t hesitate, “You heard me, you’re the type that has to put others down to feel remotely good about yourself. That girl is beautiful, inside and out which is something you’ll never be”.
The girl flipped both brothers off and then stormed out of the bunker. Neither Sam nor Dean cared how she left, they were just glad she had. Even though she’d left Dean was still fuming, he threw his coffee cup into the sink causing it to smash into pieces. Sam got up, “Woah Dean calm down”.
Dean angrily ran a fist through his hair, “Sammy who do I do this?! Why do I waste my time on meaningless girls when I know I’m in love with (y/n)! Why am I so scared!”. Dean was so confused, his feelings overwhelming him.
Sam got up and calmly spoke, “You’re scared you’ll lose her Dean, and that’s understandable”. Dean’s anger soon turned to pain the more he thought about everything. He sighed, “Why can I wipe out an entire vamp nest but can’t tell her how I feel?”.
Sam laughed, “Because love is a lot more difficult Dean, it’s unpredictable..which makes it scary”. Dean knew that when it came to matters of life or death he could always make the right decision, but with his feelings it was more difficult.
Dean laughed too before getting serious, “How do I fix this Sammy?”. He realized how many times you’d had to deal with him bringing home girls, and he felt awful. Sure, when he was with the girls he couldn’t help but think about you but that wasn’t an excuse.
Sam smiled, “ Go talk to her Dean, or at least try too. She’s probably going crazy with her thoughts, I mean we both know her..”. Dean shook his head finishing his brothers sentence, “She always overthinks….I guess like me”.
With his new found confidence Dean headed towards your room. He wanted to finally set things right, because he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t try to distract himself with meaningless girls because it made him feel emptier. Dean needed to grow a pair, and go for what he wanted you.
In order to distract yourself from how you’d felt you decided to nerd out to one of your favorite movies, Guardians of the Galaxy. It was a feel good movie, and you had to admit Peter Quill made it all a lot more enjoyable.
Peter Quill was a lot like Dean; daddy issues, girl crazy, incredibly sexy, and overall good hearted. The whole thing about Guardians of the Galaxy was the soundtrack, it was all oldies. At one moment in the movie Peter dances with another character to the song, “Fooled Around and Fell in Love”.
Peter let’s his dancing speak for him, and you imagined Dean did the same with his body. Whenever that particular scene came on you dreamed it would be you and Dean. Trying to truly distract yourself you hooked up your speaker to play the song.
You blared the song, hoping it would drown out your feelings. The music was so loud that you didn’t hear the knocking on the door, and Dean call your name. Getting up from your bed you started to sing the lyrics while dancing around.
I must have been through about a million girls
I’d love ‘em then I’d leave ‘em alone
The lyrics just screamed Dean, they were totally him. Dean stood there leaning against your doorframe, watching you. He couldn’t even see your face, but you still looked incredibly beautiful. He found his mind drifting as he watched your hips sway slowly to the beat.
He found himself subconsciously walking towards you, just wanting to be with you. Before he could make it fully towards you, you had turned around. You both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
It used to be when I’d see a girl that I liked, I’d get out my book and write down her name , Ah, but when the, the grass got a little greener over on the other side, I’d just tear out that page
Without speaking he placed his hands on your hips, and then looked up with concern in his eyes afraid that he’d overstepped. You looked down at where his hands were, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. Dean took this as apprehension, “I’m sorry I-”.
Dean went to pull his hands away but you reached out and held them. You smiled, “Dean I didn’t mind”. There was about a thousand words that came to mind, but they got all jumbled in your head.
Dean seemed like he didn’t know what to say quite yet either. Moving closer to you he put his hands back where they’d been, and you felt so hot under his touch. You both started to move slowly to the beat, his huge hands guiding you.
I fooled around and fell in love,
I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby
The lyrics getting to him, Dean realized how badly he needed you. He pulled you closer to his chest, resting one hand on the small of your back. Turning your head to the side you pressed your ear against his heart, listening to his heartbeat.
Closing your eyes you took in his smell; a mixture of whiskey and aftershave. Listening to his heartbeat while swaying to the music you finally started to relax. You smiled to yourself, because Dean’s heartbeat suggested otherwise.
His heart was beating fast, and you wanted to calm him. Dean brought his chin to rest on your head as you moved to the slow beat. For once you felt so safe in his arms, all you concerns melting away.
Free, on my own is the way I used to be, Ah, but since I met you baby, love’s got a hold on me
It’s got a hold on me now, I can’t let go of you baby
Turning your head back you looked up at him, resting your hands on his chest. Dean looked down at you, his green eyes full of light. You noticed all the freckles on his face, each one like a snowflake.
Dean bit his lip, still contemplating something. You wondered if he was thinking about what you were thinking about. Soon enough you got your answer as he cupped your cheek in one hand, bringing his face towards you.
Dean lightly placed his lips on yours, and you felt months of doubt melt away. His other hand still rested on your back, as his thumb traced little circles. The kiss got hungrier as both of your desires grew.
When the kiss ended you both were left breathless, caught up in the moment. Dean scanned your eyes, “Listen (y/n) there’s no excuse for how I’ve acted…I was scared and I let that control me”. He held you tighter as he spoke.
Dean continued, “I…I love you (y/n) and I’m sorry for treating you how I did because you deserve so much better”. You smiled, happiness radiating throughout your entire body. Looking up at him you answered, “I love you too Dean you’re all-”.
He cut you off by placing his lips on yours again, so completely lost in the moment. When the kiss was over he held you tight again, loving how perfectly your body fit with his. Again you rested your head against his chest, and this time his heart beat was calm.
You both started moving to the beat of the song again, wanting to preserve the moment. Dean rested his chin on your head once again as he wrapped his arms around you. He finally had you, and he never wanted to let you go again.
I fooled around, fell in love I fell in love, I fell in love, yes I did
Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.
A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.
The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.
You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.
Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.
The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.
“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.
“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”
“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”
“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.
“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.
“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”
“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.
“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”
“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”
I guess Imma also post this on here,
I made it a while ago and posted it on my Twitter (fairlyylocaldan)
The 84th ryc vid is basically the first one I ever watched (which was over a year ago) so I thought “why not animate Jacks videos from this one on”. Which I did :P
The background took me so long oml because I wanted to draw it exactly like it was in the setup tour vid.
Anyways, Jack you helped me a lot. Your positivity keeps me motivated your cozy videos make me calm down and smile and everything you do and all the quotes you already made are so admirable. I met my best internet friend through you and I can’t thank you enough for that. I also can’t thank you enough for being you and accepting everybody.
I am from Germany and have a really bad nut allergy that won’t allow me to go abroad yet but if I ever find a way to go to America to a convention or if you ever come to VidCon Europe I’d just love to hug you. So tight. That’s what motivating me to go on.
You are such an inspiration for us and we always got your back. @therealjacksepticeye
Love, Marie :)
Welcome to a new weekly-ish feature in which we spotlight a talented
author in the Han/Leia fandom. Please message us if you are interested in
taking part (everyone that would like to be featured will have their turn) and we will let you know what we need from you :)
Our first author is @hanorganaas. Thank you for sharing your stories. We will definitely be re-reading these!
The Legendary Heroine Verse:
A Brand New Hope: In a Retelling of A New Hope with Leia as the Chosen
One, Leia Skywalker, who grew up on Tatooine, finds herself thrust into
adulthood when on the night her arranged marriage to Han Solo is
finalized, she embarks on a mission to save the Galaxy and embrace her
birthright. (Rated T)
Revenge of the Empire [In Progress]: In a Retelling of the Empire
Strikes Back, Leia Skywalker Solo balances love and Destiny as she is
trained by the great Jedi Master Yoda. (Rated M)
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago. It was probably one of the first fics I’ve ever written. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You stood in the elevator of NCIS, your headphones in your ears as you listened to music. It made the commute to work less stressful and put you in a better mood. You swayed your hips slightly in the elevator as you waited for the ding. In a few seconds you heard the ding that lead you to the squad room floor. Tony and McGee were already chatting away, Tony smiling when he saw you.
You walked up to both of the agents, “good morning McGee, and DiNozzo,” you said cheerfully, taking out one of your earbuds.
“What is our fellow Agent [Y/N] [Y/L/N] listening to this morning,” Tony asked, walking over to you and taking the earbud you had taken out. He listened for a few seconds before his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “No way,” he exclaimed. “You listen to Sinatra?”
Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!
A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]
Word Count: 2.5K+
Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.
[►] Unnecessary hugging is unnecessary (but very much appreciated by moi)!
Also, excuse the size and quality. I’m making this thing from a Twitter video :/
Let’s talk about this for a moment, shall we?
I FUCKING love Ianthony hugs more than most things in my life and this just made my heart freaking soar to the clouds! When Anthony puts his arm around Ian at first, he seems a little tense, but then losses up and LET’S ANTHONY PULL HIM CLOSER. Yes, I know they’re acting, but seriously this is one of cutest things ever! I also love how Anthony always holds him so tight whenever they embrace like this. It melts me like chocolate! <3
A/N: This was pretty sudden, I actually wrote this during a break and was able to finish it in time. Originally, I was going to update Synergy but got carried away and the ideas weren’t coming out so I did BE instead. Thanks to those who read it, like I said, I’m thinking this may have about 8-10 parts (most likely 10) so let’s see how that goes! Anyways, enjoy! Pls let me know your feedback/if i should write more and thank you for reading :) [previous parts]
Word Count: 3.2K+
Kylo’s anger radiated throughout the Force as if it were air itself. It was thick and heavy and it was almost like weights on your shoulders. What happened that triggered the sudden outburst? Quickly following after the rage-fueled man, you yelled out to him, completely ignoring the fact that now everyone’s attention was on you. “Ben! Hey! Ben?!”
So yeah, I was there, my first panel ever and gotta say all he said there wasn’t what I was expecting for this panel, not saying I didn’t like it, it was different and I really like it so much , this guy worry too much for things that maybe we forget but he was telling the truth in all his speech, sometimes we never end a promise or start a new one, this guy Mark of a small town has made a big difference in my life and I will always support him and all the team in all his decisions
didn’t know who was more excited about today, your five year old daughter or
your husband. It was Easter and you’d decided to take your daughter to a fun
Easter egg hunt and Andy decided to tag along when he heard about free
and Andy sat with the other parents watching your daughter run around the small
wooded area with a cute little pink basket which still had no eggs in. Your
daughter was smaller than the other kids and some of the eggs had been put
quite high in your opinion.
scowling love or you’ll get wrinkles, what’s wrong?”
stroked your hand across the table and you sighed.
of the eggs have been put high and our little girl can’t reach them which is
then we’ll have to do something about that then y/n.”
were confused as to what Andy meant but before you could question him your
daughter came running up to you with an empty basket and a pout on her
daddy, I can’t get any eggs and the other kids laugh at me.”
was the spitting image of Andy right down to his blue eyes, the only feature of
yours she had was your long h/c hair that nearly reached her waist. Andy picked
her up and put her on his lap.
you like daddy to help you princess?”
please daddy. Mummy can he help me?”
couldn’t say no to two sets of bright blue eyes staring at you with puppy dog
he can angel, just make sure you get the most eggs then.”
high-fived my daughter after y/n gave us the all clear. I helped her off the
chair and took her small hand in mine, when y/n first announced she was
pregnant five years ago I was scared but then my little princess was born and
ever since then she was my world and I’d do anything to make her happy.
was right about some eggs being too high so I hoisted my daughter up and
allowed her to pick them while the other kids weren’t around.
you for helping me daddy, I wanted at least one egg and now I have more than
seeing her little face light up as she admired the eggs in her basket made my
heart melt. I crouched down so that I was in front of her and kissed her
forehead, I still had a good eight years before she hit those moody teenage
years and I stopped being her knight in shining armour.
make a good team princess, now how about we cash these eggs in and get some
she was definitely her mother’s daughter with her sweet tooth. I led her
towards the table where you handed in the eggs and got chocolate in return for
each egg in your basket. The middle aged woman smiled warmly at us as I lifted
my daughter so she could hand her basket over.
precious; you have a beautiful daughter sir.”
you, she’s my little princess.”
woman handed us ten Easter eggs because we had ten eggs in the basket, y/n was
going to be proud of us. As we made our way back over to y/n I noticed she wasn’t
alone, Ashley was here with his son as was Jake and the three of them were laughing
their heads off.
Ash and Jake, look at all the eggs daddy helped me get.”
down next to y/n and put our winnings on the table before leaning over and
kissing her while our daughter pestered her uncle’s.
you got lots of eggs Andy, you’re the best dad for helping her.”
you’re the best mum for not snitching me out to the people in charge.”
laughed and swatted me away. Our daughter was currently sat on Ashley’s lap
wearing his cowboy hat which was way too big for her.
you’re not turning my princess into a cowgirl.”
put his hands up in surrender.
can’t hurt a guy for trying; now how about you share all this chocolate?”
I could protest our daughter shut me down with a single look and handed her
Uncle Ashley one of the Easter eggs. Jake burst into laughter as did y/n.
Andy she’s definitely got her mums knack for shutting you down.”
shook my head and held y/n closer to me; this was the perfect way to spend our
IMAGINE: Being best friends with Loki and secretly being in love with him, however he doesn’t know (or he does but just brushes it off). What happens when he sees you getting close to a certain super soldier?
[gif is not mine, creds to ‘becausehiddles’] i wrote this a couple of years back and published it to my ao3 and now i want it here. don’t message me saying ‘hey, you plagiarised this! i saw this on another website’. because that would be pointless because i wrote this.
Their love was always there, but it was covered with friendship. It wasn’t really a fairy tale at first. They didn’t admit that they were in love when they first saw each other. They hated each other at first, that’s a fact. But they needed that hate, so then it can grow into love. They made mistakes, said some pretty hurtful words, but in the end it was worth it.
“So are you ever going to admit you love her?” Steve asked as he sipped from his water bottle, he nudged one in Loki’s direction which he took gratefully.
“(Y/N) of course,” he said like it was the obvious thing, but not to Loki, he merely screwed his face.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re deeply in love with her and you can’t live without her? I mean everyone can see it.”
Loki chuckled, finding it humorous, “I love her, but not in the way you’re thinking. I love her and I can’t live without her because she’s my best friend.” He explained gently although emphasising the point in order to make Steve understand.
Steve shrugged, if Loki wanted to be stubborn then it was his loss, “Just don’t go crying when you find out too late.” He gave Loki one last look and headed up the stairs.
“James!” (Y/N) jumped from her spot on the couch and dropped her book, “Blimey, you scared me!”
He laughed and gave her a crooked smile, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. And Bucky. Call me Bucky, people only call me that, well actually never, unless you’re my mum.” He picked up her book and gave it back to her, “Lord of the Rings?”
“It’s one of my favourite novels, I guess you don’t know it? Judging you’ve been frozen?” He nodded and she explained the concept of The Lord of the Rings.
“That sounds…interesting. Can I read it after you?”
She smiled brightly at him, “This is the second book, I have the first one in my room, come on we can go get it before dinner.” She jumped off the couch and he followed suit. Together they walked up the stairs talking, not noticing the people staring at them.
“So the Second World War was like that?” (Y/N) asked curiously as they walked back down, “Can I possibly, maybe, have an interview? It’s for school! I swear.” She said sheepishly.
Bucky gave her a side glance and smiled. “Why not? I mean, it’s practically like yesterday for me.” They both laughed and walked into Stark’s kitchen.
“Hey love birds!” Tony called out as he flipped something on the stove, “Didn’t think you guys would be down, so what were you doing up there?” Tony waggled his eyebrows which caused Pepper to smack him on the arm.
“Must you be so crude? We didn’t do anything, Jam- I mean Bucky just wanted to borrow my book.” She explained, not noticing a pair of green eyes watching her.
They all sat down on the long table, chatting animatedly. “When do you need that interview with me (Y/N)?” Bucky asked her as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
“Considering it’s Wednesday and my report is due next Tuesday, maybe Friday night? If you’re free?”
Before Bucky could answer, “We have a date that night!” Loki called from the other side of the table.
“Not a date-date. But we were going to the fair that night.”
(Y/N) furrowed her brows and bit her lip, an action that both Loki and Bucky found adorable. “Can we do it on Saturday? It’s just my report really needs to be done.” She gave him a small timid smile and gulped some water, “Plus you can take Sigyn for that date she’s been harassing you about.” Everyone could hear the hostility said with Sigyn’s name, everyone was smart enough not to point it out.
“Fine.” Loki gave a curt reply. Dinner after that was silent, though Tony tried to crack some jokes, but it was quickly shot down. Loki abruptly got up before dessert and (Y/N)’s eyes followed him.
“Loki?” He didn’t look back or replied. (Y/N) didn’t even look around before getting up and following him.
They followed the couple retreating, “He’s an idiot.” Clint said plainly, as if he was talking about the weather. “They’re both idiots.”
“Loki?” (Y/N) called out softly before pushing the door open. “Are you okay?” The autumn wind hit (Y/N) and shivered slightly.
“I’m fine (Y/N), go back inside.” She didn’t listen to him, she sat herself down next to him on the grounds and looked up at the sky.
“It’s beautiful tonight.” She murmured. She wished she brought a coat with her.
Loki, noticing her slight coldness reached his arm over and pulled her closer to him. “Why are you here (Y/N)?”
“Can’t I be worried about my best friend?” She spoke, moving closer to him, was there a closer?
He grunted and looked away from her, trying not enjoy the scent of her shampoo or how perfect they fit together. “You’re right.” He spoke, breaking the silence.
“I’m always right, but about what?”
He playfully slapped her on the arm and she laughed, “About how beautiful it is tonight?” His tone was light and gentle.
(Y/N) was so pre-occupied looking at the stars, she didn’t notice that Loki was staring at her, neither did the fact that he wasn’t talking about the stars.
“You’re a great best friend.” She looked at him and smiled, “Love you, you know that right?”
“Love you too Loki.” More than you can ever know… She added mentally. Her heart was in turmoil, one part was happy that he loved her, it was jumping up and down. The other half well, it constricted in pain knowing that he didn’t feel the same way, probably never.
Loki and (Y/N) sat on the ground looking at the sky, his arm around her shoulder, her leaning to him. Their conversation was mumbled , their backs towards the door, but even from a stranger’s point of view, they can clearly see how much they were in love with each other.
“What happens if they never admit it?” Jane asked the group that was currently looking at the potential couple.
Natasha shook her head, “They will, don’t worry. It can go either way, it can make them complete and live a happily ever after. Or they will, but then deny it and spend the rest of their lives miserable.”
“I hope it’s the former.” Everyone agreed with Jane’s statement.
This year I am 25. So I made a promise to myself that I would treat myself to an adventure.
For the first time ever, I’m leaving North American soil to explore over seas. As of today, for one month, I’ll be scribbling through Europe, seeing new sights and meeting new people. I couldn’t be more excited!
Damon fucking Salvatore brought flowers to Bonnie Sheila Bennett. She is the only woman Damon Salvatore brought flowers to.
Damon Salvatore is also almost 200 years old & yet Bonnie Sheila Bennett is the only woman who managed to leave him speechless & take his breath away.
She means so much to him I can’t deal !
So who exactly is Bonnie Bennett to Damon Salvatore?
She was once his enemy. They tried to kill each other numerous times. “Everything that happens it’s his fault, Elena.” -Bonnie
She was once his ally. They saved each other’s lives lives. They brought each other back to life. -“I’m not goinna make it. But you are.” -Bonnie
She was once his second choice. “If it comes down to you and the witch again, I will gladly let Bonnie die. I will always chose you.” - Damon. Even like this, he always managed to save both Elena and Bonnie.
She became his first choice. “Then I remembered, you’re my best friend. And if anything ever happened to you, I would lose my mind.” -Damon
She was his conscience. She never stopped him from making his mistakes, but made sure he knew the consequences of his choices. “There’s always a choice. Everytime you make one, someone else suffers” -Bonnie
She was once his best friend. “You’re not supposed to die for me, Bon. Do you know what I would’ve had to go through if you died today? Years of self loathing. Crippling guilt. Not to mention, I’d have to break in a new drinking buddy.” -Damon
She was the last person he saw before he desiccated for three years. “This hurts me. And as you dessicate, as you feel the pangs of hunger as the blood
drains from your body, that’s what I want you to remember. That you hurt me.” -Bonnie
Who is Bonnie Bennett to Damon Salvatore?
Bonnie is the woman who will make all the suffering Damon’s been through worth it. The entirety of the Vampire Diaries so far has been the prequel to their love. A love that has moved through time and space. A love that has survived the tearing apart of worlds.
Bonnie Bennett will be Damon Salvatore’s ever lasting love. And no one, not even the writers, can convince me otherwise.
It’s been 9 days since Axl and you last spoke. He was constantly in the studio recording the double album, and the absence of communication between him and his bandmates had put him in one of his moods. Lack of sleep, stress, and overall frustration had ignited his rage and provoked his temper. You seemed it fit to leave him alone, not wanting to add to his infuriation.
While you were at home, you began to dread whenever Axl would return from the studio. His bitter disposition created a toxic and morbid atmosphere in the once radiant and jubilant house. You were cleaning up after Axl, picking up his clothes off the bedroom floor. As you put the dirty laundry to wash, you heard the front door open only for it to immediately be slammed shut. Axl was usually never home this early.
You had spent the day deciding whether or not to confront him. Talking to Axl was risky, and he easily became enraged whenever anyone tried to understand him. Still, you figured that no matter what you did it would no doubt end in a fight, so why not take your chances and just get it over with?
Walking into the kitchen, you saw Axl sitting with a beer in his hand. You leaned against the counter, watching as his eyebrows pulled together and his face twisted into an expression of disinterest.
“Axl, do you need anything?” You asked quietly, trying to gently ease the two of you into conversation.
He shook his head and took a drink, focusing his attention towards the wall. Determined to get him to speak, you made another attempt.
“It’s been over a week since we’ve talked, Axl,” you paused as you searched for the right words to say. “What’s been going on?“
Axl remained fixated on the opposite side of the room. His eyes squinted and you saw his hand tighten his grip on the bottle. In an instant he violently threw it at the wall, and your hand immediately flew to your chest as you jumped from the sudden impact.
“No one ever leaves me the fuck alone!”
He walked into the living room, and turned around to look at you for the first time in days. His face was red, his hands were balled into fists, and his eyes displayed such intensity it made you feel as if he would erupt at any moment.
“I work all fucking day!” he shouted, kicking the coffee table.
“Axl, stop it!”
“And all anyone ever does is screw around and fucking get high!” Axl yelled, throwing the vase on the floor.
You cautiously walked over to him, and placed your hand on his arm to console him.
“Axl, can we please-”
Pushing your hand away, he sneered, “Get the fuck away from me.”
His immaturity made you forget why you were with him in the first place. He was never this bad, however, you feared that things were about to get much worse.
Axl returned to the kitchen, banging his fist on the wooden cabinet, making the plates rattle.
You followed him and raised your voice, “What happened? Just tell me so that we can fix it instead of not speaking to each other for over a week!”
“You wanna know what fucking happened, Y/N? Nothing happened! That’s the fucking problem!”
He began to walk away again, and as he did his foot hit the garbage can, causing him to stumble. Feeling provoked, Axl kicked it across the room.
“Stop fucking breaking things!” you shouted at him.
“Why, Y/N? Am I bothering you? What could you possibly have to be angry about?” He spat, opening the cabinet and taking out the plates.
“Is this pissing you off, Y/N?” He instigated, succeeding in tantalizing you.
Axl smashed the plates on the floor, scowling as your eyes widened in shock. A grimace on his face, he reached for the glasses and broke them one by one, covering the entire floor in shards.
Axl bolted up the stairs and went into the bedroom. After hearing a loud crash, you ran upstairs and watched as he completely demolished the room. The drawers were scattered, clothes were flung, and the mirror was cracked. Ignoring your wariness, Axl stormed out and continued his rampage in the living room. You sat on the bed as tears rushed down your face. The beautiful memories the two of you made in the room were now tainted. You couldn’t quite seem to fathom what had awakened such rage and callousness. Never did you think it would become this awful. You wiped your cheeks, and prepared yourself for the repercussions of facing Axl.
Standing in the living room, your jaw dropped in horror at the scene that had unfolded before you. Axl had flipped over the furniture and wrecked your entire home. Everything was trashed; the house nearly impossible to recognize. He sat against the wall amid the clutter, a cigarette in his hand. Unfazed by what had just occurred, he took a drag, disregarding your presence.
“Axl, I don’t know what the hell is going on, but if you’re gonna act like this every time something doesn’t go your way then I don’t think I can deal with it anymore,” you said, your voice no louder than a gentle whisper.
He turned to look at you, and pushed himself off the floor. Stopping in front of you, Axl failed to notice how upset you were. It surprised you how he was unable to grasp the severity of how much pain he had caused you.
He stared you down and muttered, “Fine by me.”
Axl left you feeling even more conflicted than before. Your emotions began to take over, and you didn’t care about clothes, your house, or anything. You just wanted to get out. You had to get out. Grabbing your car keys, you began to drive with no destination in mind. You could feel a huge lump form in your throat, making your eyes feel like they stung. Forcing yourself to soothe your tumultuous thoughts, you tried to figure out the next course of action. Fear and worry consumed you, and all you could think was
but can you imagine calum during an interview with the other lads at an awards show and the interviewer says “i heard y/n’s in the building and a little bird told me one of you has a crush on her” then the three boys simultaneously look at calum and he can’t contain himself because he’s so in love with your work
(you’re a musician as well)
and with you as a person (he sometimes stalks you and one of the lads always catches him and keeps on teasing him) so he goes asdfghjkl and says “well now all of you know” then michael adds “one time he stalked her instagram and ended up in the first picture she ever posted” in which calum defends himself but still gets dragged by luke “yeah and i caught him once, he was watching old youtube video covers she made and he always do this weird smile like sometimes i wanna shake him and ask ‘who are you and what did you do to calum’’ but before calum could say anything ashton chimes in “yeah i’ve never seen him like that before” so calum becomes speechless and all red in the cheeks and is embarrassed more going asdfghjkl again
A/N: I wrote this first before, I got requests, I wanted to post this first, so you could see what kind of writer I am, so you wouldn’t get disappointed in what you thought I was like. Plus I’m new to writing my smut on tumblr so please support me (~‾▿‾)~
You were having your date night with Taehyung, dating him was fun, nothing like you ever had, he was a bit more confident in his actions. He was mainly the one to make the moves on you, made sure you were comfortable around him. He admired every part of you, your body, your skin, even if you were dark or pale. You were the sexiest, most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on.
This date night, was very special to you, though you were seeing each other for years, as friends, you fell for each other easily, by strong connections and vibes. You were always attracted to him and he was always attracted to you. He waved at you with a sweet small smile, as you grinned at him. You made your way over to him, and just as you were about to wrap your arms around his, he took your wrist into his hands himself, wrapping them around his neck, pulling you into a tender kiss,
“you are showing too much Y/N” Is the first thing he says, before breaking the passionate kiss
You frown, pushing him away.
“Why are you like this?, I haven’t seen you in 3 weeks, and you tell me this? What about I miss you?” You cross your arms, pouting up at him, he just smiles slowly turning into a cute grin.
“Ah..sorry, you are right,” He kisses your forehead, and continues. Holding you close, he whispers in your ear, nibbling on it slowly he whispers “You should only show this much skin to me only”
Taken back by his choice of word, blushing was your only reaction. You looked away as he gave you that sweet rectangular smile.
“Y/N I’ve missed you,” He finally says, earning a smile from you.
“I’ve missed you more,” You kiss his jawline, earning a playful moan from him.
“Do you want to go watch a movie?, I just put on spider man 3,” You said, holding on to his stomach, hugging his small waist.
“Ya! Why did you play the movie without me?“ he playfully shouts, as you both walk back to your apartment.
He watched you, you were wearing small shorts, that didn’t cover most of your legs, a big sweater that covered your hands and, had a small word in the middle that said “yours”, and your hair was put up into a lazy-like bun. You thought to yourself, “wow, I look horrid, I shouldn’t let taehyung see me this way after 3 weeks” but to him, he thought you were so god damn fine, because he liked when you were comfortable and didn’t try hard. Though he always thought you were beautiful even if you did.
He stared at you, all the time, ever since he met you 4 years ago, Even though he was the famous taehyung from the group BTS, he never let that popularity get in between the time you spent together. However, it was difficult to get in touch because he was on tour, or practicing the same dance, that he’s done a million times. You understood that, and you were lucky to have someone so precious in your life gave up his freetime to spend with you.
You’d always think about that, whenever you felt sad or lonely of his presence.
You hadn’t even opened the door yet, and there he was, placing wet kisses apon your 3 weeks abandoned neck. It felt soothing, that feeling you missed, when your man teased you, a hand coming from beside you and wrapping around your waist.
He says to you once again. “Y/N I missed you” with more tremble in his voice, with more meaning of what he meant by those words.
“T-tae, we haven’t even-” Your breathe hitched, when you felt his hand grasp your waist. You didn’t know why it felt so good. Was it that his hands were your biggest weakness? Or you just haven’t had a man touch you the way he did in 3 weeks?
“Y/N, why do you do these things to me?” He continues, planting kissing on your neck, leaving wet marks, of his tongue.
“You’re so sexy, Y/N”
His voice tired from work, Sexiest thing you could hear all day other than his moans, and groans. You both find your way into the apartment, and he just never let go of you, still kissing on you. Making you absolutely wet for him and you haven’t even started your indoor date yet.
“Baby, please” You moan, feeling his hands glide down to your most private area, and his middle finger tapping at your quivering slit purposely leaving you wanting him to touch you there more.
He suddenly smirked at your pleads, nibbling at your ear, for him to do more.
“Do you want me to stop?” He says darkly, his voice filled with lust.
“N-noo” you whinned desperately, crying out for those hands to roam your body after 3 long weeks without sex, Sex with taehyung was unpredictable, messy and loud.
“Tell your daddy, what you want” he says, playing with the rim of your shorts, Your hips not ignoring this tease, as you sway them to make them loose on your hips.
“I want- You try to speak but he gropes your breasts,through your sweater, already he could feel your hardened buds, And surprised that went braless today. He just smirked, biting the lobe of your ear.
“If you knew I was going to make it here, you shouldn’t have worn panties either” he licks behind your ear, sending shockwaves down your spine, as your grinded on his now erect crotch.
“Baby, I need your fingers,” With your head thrown back, against his shoulder, he twirled his fingers around your nipples and squeezed at your breasts whenever you smile up at him, with closed eyes, enjoying his plessure. He pinches at the sensitive skin, palming your breasts lightly, only making you want him to do it roughly.
“How do you want my fingers, princess?” He playfully asked,knowing exactly how you wanted him. But he simply ignored, suddenly sitting himself on the couch and sitting you on top of him.“ You felt his member poke into your ass almost.
He smudges his nose and lips into your neck again, licking and kissing at your sweet spot, only making you anxious and wet for his fingers.
“fuck” A moan slipped from your mouth, when, you felt his hips thrust up into you dangerously, grinding onto your plump bottom. He sinks his teeth into your already bruised flesh of a neck, and began sucking at it. Making the spot darker than your skin.
“Y/N,” He moans breathing hard into your ear, “does your pussy still get soaked for me?” He asked,only making you shiver under his touch.
You only groan at his dirty questions.
A leaves your neck with a small pop sound, seconds before traveling both hands into different directions that needed attention.
His right hand, went low, non-hesitantly reaching into shorts, and palming you through your panties. You gasped feeling those long fingers, play with your slit, moving slow, up and down they went. Making you a shaking mess,
“Babyy… touch me like that” Groaning..You let it slip from your mouth. Usually you’d get embarrassed and blush at your words, but you were absolutely horny and needed release.
“I haven’t even touched your clit yet, and you’re already so wet, Y/N” He teased, licking his lips , smirking up at your reaction.
His middle finger, began to move in small deep circles over your clit, you couldn’t help but grip his wrist at this, Already bringing you to the edge. He hated when you stopped him of his actions.
As he was just about to play with your breasts, He sensed disobedience, and quickly grabbed both wrist into his left hand,
“What did I tell you about that?” He said gritting his teeth, His hips now digging into your deeper, making you twirl into him.
“Aghhh stop teasing me” you cried out. Trying to release from his hold. His pants was getting tight, loving how you suffered each time, he was dominant.
“Y/N” Your name rolling off his tongue so seductive, so gargly from his deep voice, “I can give you heaven, just tell daddy what you want him to do with his hands” He lightly kissed at your sweet spot on your neck, spreading your legs with his
“Fuck me with your fingers daddy” you whimpered, desperately grounding yourself on to his bulge now.
He dug his hand into your lace blue underwear now, giving you what you needed, His middle finger, teasingly running down your slit and quickly moving back up to flicker at your clit.
“O-hh shit!” You shouted, making him even anxious for your reactions.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me y/n" he grunted, speeding his fingers up when he heard you gasp.
He played with your pussy, palming at your lips then covering his long middle finger over your slit and shaking it side to side, making that wet sound, that made him want to fuck you into the wall every time he heard it.
“Ahh..fuckkk,” He hissed, feeling his dick pulsating, after it being ignored for some time. Only thrusting into her, through tight clothed jeans.
His middle was soaked from your juices,as it spilled out everytime you felt his touch.
He hadn’t even entered you yet, and you were already about to cum, that easily. He bit his lip, hearing that wet sound again, as he circling his middle finger on your clit.
“Daddy, that feels soo good-” You gasped once again, blushing heavily, when you moaned his name so loudly. His finger slipped into your hole, and he decided to slouch you into his body on the couch, holding you tightly.
He plugged you up, with his digit. Biting down on to his pink lips dangerously, as he moved in and out of your wet hole at such a speed.
“Taehyu-! Fuck!!” You grunted at him rolling your head back on his shoulder.
“You like it, princess?” He whispered into your ear, keeping you from spazzing out of his lap.
“Ohh Yes! Oppa I like it” You moaned, “Make me c-cum” You repeated, whispering low to him.
“You want me to baby?” He teased, hitting up at your walls continuously, making you go over the edge.
“I’m so close!” You cried out, He slowed down at this, your hips continued to roll down on his dick, he threw his head back. Groaning your name.
His hands moved slowly inside you, but deep as you pulsated around his middle finger,
“Shitt baby” he hissed, “Y/n I’m cumming” he pumped his middle finger inside you 3 more times , making wetter sounds from your pussy, he cums violently into his pants.
He cursed, losing grip on your wrist and you came, when you felt his hot breathe repeat your name as he rode his orgasm out.
"Ahh! Baby yesss-”your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
He took your lips, biting down on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth.
He wrapped his arms around your waist.
"I told you not to wear things like this” he playfully says, as you slipped off his lap. You hit his shoulder.
"You could have waited!” you say buckling your shorts back up.
"I didn’t hear you complaining while you were screaming my name” he giggled playfully.
You blushed, pushing him off the couch, he just laughed,coming back up to tackle you with kisses all over your face.
"Y/n” he exaggerated your name cutely,lifting up your shirt. “I wanna make you miss me more tonight when I leave again” he pauses, when you cup his cheeks. Lust still in his eyes.
“Can daddy give you heaven again?
You nod, at this , making out with the lewd lover as you take things to the bedroom.