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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.8]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

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Jungkook huffed, annoyed. He’d spent the last two hours with you, sitting in a blanket fort in his basement watching dumb movies.

“When you said you wanted talk to me about stuff, I thought you meant verbally,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to him.

You nuzzled the back of your head against his chest and sighed.

“I did and I will…” you replied.

To be honest, you were simply nervous about talking to him about what you had in mind. Ever since Taehyung had come clean about him and your brother, you’d been thinking that maybe, just maybe, you should come clean to Jimin about you and Jungkook. Another part of you reasoned that it wasn’t the right time now and that it would never be the right time.

You felt Jungkook sigh deeply, his breath breath blowing your hair ever so slightly.

Taking in a deep breath of your own and releasing it, you plucked up the courage to talk to Jungkook about coming clean.

“I wasn’t guilty about sneaking around at first…” you paused, taking a shaky breath. “But then Taehyung told me about him and Jimin and I suddenly felt like, I don’t know, maybe we should tell Jimin about us.

“Another part of me is still not ready to tell Jimin. I just- I just don’t know what to do Jungkook. I really want to be with you. You mean a lot to me.”

Jungkook nodded, his chin hitting the top of your head lightly.

“Well…” he began slowly. “What if we pretended like we were slowly becoming friends? Like, I stop giving you grief in public and you stop throwing sassy comments my way in return. We look like we’re becoming friends, like we’re changing for each other because we like each other- which isn’t far from the truth to be honest- and warm him up to the idea.”

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Positive Vibes (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you do something for Bucky that brightens his bad day. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,923

A/N: An anon requested “reader does something spontaneous and romantic for Bucky that she doesn’t even think of as romantic! And he is just floored by her thoughtfulness.“ This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”. Here’s a track list for the CD mentioned in this part. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for existing and being my very best friend/editor

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

You’re stuck in the middle of a heated debate between Bruce and Helen Cho about gamma radiation when Steve walks by. He scans the dining hall, letting his gaze fall from one table to the next, before balancing his tray in one hand so he can rub his forehead. As he does, he discreetly scans the room for a second time, reminding you of a lost child desperately seeking out his mother.

"Steve!” You call out, making sure your voice is loud enough to be heard over all the chatter. He turns around immediately, a relieved grin overtaking his features as he walks towards you.  

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For weeks he watched and for weeks nothing happened.

Halim made no further moves in his attempt to win the blonde over. Salim had expected the Grand Master to show up at her home as soon as the sun went down the next night, and the night after that, and the one after that … but he never did. He couldn’t work out what his brother was waiting for; he had never held back from taking what he wanted in the past, so why now?

It seemed as though the blonde had taken his warning to heart though; she hadn’t gone back to the club. In fact she’d barely left her home at all in the two weeks since he’d last spoken to her. Salim spent almost every night and most days watching her, waiting for his brother to show up, and he’d only ever seen her leave for short periods during the day. He didn’t know where she went because he couldn’t follow her but she usually returned within an hour. Perhaps the blonde was smarter than he’d originally thought.

He supposed he should stop thinking of her as ‘the blonde’, after all he knew her name now. In the two weeks he’d been watching her Salim learned more than just that; he learned more about her than he ever wanted to know. He wished he didn’t know half of it, it only made it harder to keep his distance.

Imagine sneaking off with Chris.

You sat at a table sipping cocktails and gossiping with Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie while Chris, drank beer on the other side of the room with Robert, Sebastian, and Mark. The two of you were in attendance of a MCU office party; Kevin’s way of letting his cast and crew let loose and have fun before he dropped the hammer on all of you with Infinity War. The calm before the storm, as Chris put it.

Speaking of Chris, he was subtly watching you over his beer. He’d been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes so he could get you to sneak off with him, but you were yet to look over. He wanted some time alone with his best friend on the roof; the usual spot the two of you would go to at every office party after an hour of mingling. The more time he spent with you, the more he grew tired of being just friends. He’d always kept that to himself because the last thing he wanted was to screw things up, but seeing you in that white lace dress, smiling and laughing like an angel- he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.

The two of you’d been friends for almost seven years now; you’d met Chris while on the set of ‘The Losers’ and immediately hit it off. You quickly became best friends, and though there was a slight attraction between the two of you- nothing ever happened because you were both in relationships at the time. Even after you both became available, there was a mutual agreement that the friendship was too important to screw up, so again- nothing happened despite how badly both of you wanted something to. Something almost happened at the premiere of 'The Winter Soldier’, and again at the 'Avengers: Age of Ultron’ viewing party. The 'will they, won’t they?’ eventually reached a point where your friends, families, and co-workers felt the need to start a pool.

“You know you can just walk over there, right?” Sebastian reminded Chris when he noticed him staring at you. Chris quickly darted his gaze away, feigning innocence; the three men in his company chuckled. “You know we all know you like her, right?”

“Well, she is one of my best friends,” Chris retorted, running a hand over his hair; a nervous tick. Sebastian, Robert, and Mark shot him a weary gaze and he sighed, “what? We’re good as friends, we’ve established that.”

“You’ve been staring at her with heart eyes for the past fifteen minutes,” Robert chuckled. “There is no way you’re fine with just being her friend.” Chris made no effort to respond, he just sipped at his beer. “She likes you too, you know.” He said and Chris choked on his beer. “She’s just afraid of losing you as a friend if things don’t work out.”

“But it’s obvious that’s not going to happen,” Mark continued, “so just go and make your move. The two of you would be so good together, you’d be like Hollywood’s new power couple.” Chris chuckled softly at that, blushing at the thought of being with you. “Go, Chris,” he urged.

“Go,” Sebastian and Robert agreed.

“If you won’t,” Sebastian joked, “I will.”

“Fine,” Chris chuckled and downed his beer. “Wish me luck.”

You caught Chris’ gaze before he reached you, he beckoned his head in the direction of you roof and you nodded, smiling. He walked off in that direction, grabbing his coat on his way up; you excused yourself from your table and did the same. Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie squealed when they saw looked over to Sebastian, Robert, and Mark who were winking and giving them thumbs up from the bar. Perhaps tonight was the night they could finally end the pool and give the world the couple they wanted; Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.

“Aw man,” Chris groaned, pretending to be annoyed when he saw you.

“What?” You chuckled; confusion contorted in your expression.

“You were meant to come up without a coat so I could give you mine,” he said then laughed when you did. “As always, you’re your own hero.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him when you reached his side.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chuckled softly.

“You still love me, so- whatever works, right?” He smiled when you did.

There was a short moment of silence that gave Chris the opportunity he needed to talk to you about becoming something more and to confess his love for you, but before he could push past his nerves and start- you spoke.

“There’s a reason you brought me up here, isn’t there?” You asked him, turning away from the city’s beautiful skyline to meet Chris’ as beautiful blue eyes. “This isn’t one of our usual hang-out-and-escape-from-the-crowd rendezvous?”

His immediate reaction was to back out so he didn’t screw up what he had with you, but when he paused and watched you intently- he realized he couldn’t play it safe anymore. He wanted- no, he needed to be with you. He was done fantasizing about the life he could have with you, he wanted to make it happen. He wanted to marry you and buy a house with you and have children with you; you were his one and he’d known that for a while now. It was time he stopped stalling and started doing even if it meant leaping out of his comfort zone.

“No, it’s not,” he shook his head. “I brought you up here to tell you I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that confession. “I don’t know why or how nothing’s happened between us yet considering there were so many moments where something almost did. I don’t know what’s holding us back, but I’m done letting it. I’m putting all my cards on the table, I’m all in. I want to be with you,” he said, taking your hands in his.

“I want to be with you too,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now, I just-” He cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. The two of you’d kissed before because of your roles, but it was nothing like this kiss; this kiss took both your breaths away. “Wow,” you breathed when he broke it, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, rubbing gentle circles into your sides. “Why have we never kissed like that on-screen before?” He quizzed and you laughed. “It would’ve definitely sped things up for us romantically, and- professionally? Think of all the awards we could’ve won for best on-screen kiss.”

“Shut up and just kiss me.” You lifted your head, reaching to meet his lips but he pulled back before they could touch. “What are you doing?” You chuckled softly, narrowing your eyes at his deeply flushed cheeks. “What are you looking at?” You turned to follow his gaze which was locked on something behind you; heat rushed to your cheeks and your jaw dropped at the sight of your cast members.

“Finally!” They all cheered.

“Oh God,” you buried your face into Chris’ chest, which was quivering with laughter.

“Yeah,” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”

Relationship with Dan

So originally I thought @v-writings was the one who came up with this but it really was kusunokihime who wrote this. either way check them both out!

  • big spoon/little spoon: Dan is the big spoon. The only time you have been the big spoon is when he is sick. He’s kinda like a sad puppy when he gets a cold.
  • favourite non-sexual activity: Laying in bed together most likely having some sort of body part touching each other. You’re both playing on your phone not talking unless it’s to show each other something funny. The two of you never have an awkward silence when you do this because for the both of you it’s your down time to chill and get away from the world while still being together.
  • who uses all the hot water: You use all of the hot water and he never lets you forget it.
  • the most trivial thing they fight over: “You left your freaking Tumblr logged in on my laptop. I just spent the last hour looking the perfect post and now it’s been wasted on your unaesthetic mess of a Tumblr.”
  • who does most of the cleaning: The both of you. It goes quick plus it’s a great excuse to spend time together.
  • what has a season pass on their DVR/who controls the Netflix queue: Well Dan insists that when the two of you watch something it needs to be on your Netflix account as if you use his your going to mess up his suggestions.
  • who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Dan. mostly because the both of you had to google what you thought was wrong to try and explain to him what’s wrong.
  •  who steals the blankets: You do. Dan has, in fact, threatened to get a second blanket so the both of you can have your own. Even though you both know you would probably steal his too.
  • who leaves their stuff around: Dan does. He starts one thing and then walks away forgetting what he was even doing. “Why is there four marshmallows on my pillow?” “Fuck I knew I was forgetting something.”
  • who remembers to buy the milk: You do. He spends the day inside working so you’re more likely to be the one out and about anyways.
  • who remembers anniversaries:  You do. Dan remembers them the night before. He always thinks he’s sneaky as he leaves out of the house at ten in the evening. “Going for a late night run.” “In your jeans?” “Don’t tell me how to run in the evening.”
  • Who cooks normally?: Dan does. He likes to be in the kitchen with you as he uses all of the dishes possible when cooking.
  • How often do they fight?: Everyday. There not really fights, just more of the two of you picking on each other.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Dan mostly works because you can be a huge distraction as he would rather put off editing to go and get a milkshake. You usually go shopping or do something else that Dan despises.
  • Nicknames for each other?: You call him bean because he is a tall sweet bean who must be protected even if he is taller than you. He calls you Love or Pet. When your annoying him he does pull out the word twat or brat.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Dan. Even when you tell him it is your turn.
  • What would they get each other for gifts?: You would get some movie Dan has been wanting forever. Or a nice jacket that he would look handsome in. What do you get the guy that wants for nothing and that can buy himself whatever he wants? Dan gets you the most random gifts that you would never buy for yourself but you end up loving them way more than some stupid jewellery.
  • Who kissed who first?:   You kissed Dan first as he was so nervous he was having word vomit. In your defence, it was a really good way for him to shut up.
  • Who made the first move?: Dan made the first move accidentally when you two were walking around and some guy almost ran into you. He pulled you by the waist out of the way saving your life. Well, at least that’s how he tells it.
  • Who remembers things?: You. If it isn’t written down it’s gone for Dan.
  • Who started the relationship?: You and Dan were cuddling on the couch when he just sprung it out of nowhere. 
  • Who cusses more?: Dan. You do your fair share but he always seems to win at creative new ways to cuss.
  • What would they do if the other was hurt?: Attempt to hide his laughter. Fail at that. He would be concerned for you but still, try to hide the giggles.

I also did a Phil one.

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"I just think it's funny how..."

“…you drag me to the movies, and then fall asleep ten minutes into it,” he jokes, as they continue to sit in the theatre seats.  Ginny had woken to the sound of clambering feet shuffling to the exit, while Mike stared at her with an amused grin, putting a piece of popcorn in his mouth like he’d spent the last two hours watching her rather than the movie.

“I caught the beginning,” she says with a shrug.

“Barely,” he argues, as she makes a grab for the popcorn, but he quickly pulls it away.  Her narrowed eyes have him rethinking the move, and slowly moving it back within her reach.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says with a mouthful of popcorn that she’d loaded up with butter prior to saddling him with the entire thing until now.  “Are you the one with the baby inside you that decides to conduct a one person soccer game with your insides when you lay down to sleep every night?”

He tries to fight the smile threatening to get him into trouble, spoiling the rest of their day, but he can’t help it when it comes to the mention of the baby.

“If there’s one thing we’ve learned, the girl has impeccable timing,” he says with a wink, the reference to her surprise existence not lost on her.

“We’ll see how amusing you find it when it’s your ass up with her in the middle of the night,” she warns, tossing him the popcorn bag, and moving to push herself out of the seat, and finding the task more difficult than expected.

“I got you,” he assures her, gently grasping her arms and practically hauling her out of the seat.  She grabs his hand, her long finger tangling with his own, as they tackle the stairs.

“So what was the movie about anyway?” 

“Oh you know, girl needs a date to a wedding, and then shows up to find her ex there, love triangle ensues, the usual,” he explains.

“The usual?  You watch a lot of romantic comedies in your free time that I don’t know about?” She teases, tugging on his beard.

“Just the ones you insist upon and then fall asleep on the couch to,” he says, lightly bumping her hip, his steady hand still on her so she won’t actually trip.

“That’s happened maybe…” she starts, trying to count.

“At least fifteen times,” he says before she can continue.

She balks at him, her eyes wide.

“No, it’s been maybe five,” she says holding out her hand.

“It’s been more like twenty, but sure, we’ll go with five,” assuring the accuracy with a squeeze of his hand.

“Well there’s a remote, you could’ve turned them, you know,” she tries to justify her actions.

He shrugs.

She stops them, and he looks at her, smug grin on her face.

“Oh my God, you like them, don’t you?”

“No, Ginny, I don’t like them” he says, but while his words says one thing, his voice hints at another.

“Wow, you totally like chick flicks,” she says with a raspy laugh.

“I think that lack of sleep is finally getting to you, making you all crazy,” he tries to distract, tapping her head.

“What was the name of the character in the movie we just saw?”

“You mean the movie I just saw,” he corrects.

She tilts her head with a smile, waiting for his answer.

“Clara,” he says with a sigh.  “What does that prove?”

“And did she end up with who you wanted her to?”

“Ginny,” he grits out.  But she’s completely wrapped around his arm at this point, her stomach pushing into his side, her big brown eyes gazing at him with eager anticipation, and he knows the next words out of his mouth, she will never let him live down.

“Yes,” he almost whispers.

“Oh my God,” she laughs, bending over as much as she can, but still gripping his hand.

“Are you happy now?” He asks, and while his ears are red, the heat of the moment settling on his face.

“Very,” she says.  “You’re gonna be such a hit with our daughter, you big softy” she teases, her laughter continuing down the theatre hall, as they make their way out to the car.

The warmth of her hand settles in his own, the radiant smile on her face, highlighted with a pair of dimples, the only assurance he needs that he’d admit to just about anything if it made her smile like that.

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On Ice?

Relationship: Damian Wayne x sister!Reader (fluff!)

Summary: Alfred just waxed the floors and you wanted to cheer up Damian.

Key: Y/N= your name, sahib= friend


Damian stormed into the manor, fuming. He had gotten detention for “talking back” to his teacher. He didn’t talk back, he just corrected their facts because they were wrong! What else was he supposed to do, let the teacher falsify facts? No sir, not with Damian around.

But with that, Damian had to suffer through an hour of unregulated punishment. He tore through the halls to his room, the one that resided next to your’s. Once he slammed the door shut, he let out a yell of frustration and aggressively took his sword to the bed posts.


You over heard the bang and Damian’s scream. It startled you. Damian never showed emotions, he believed them to be weaknesses. You bounced off your bed where you were doing homework and put your ear to the wall. You heard the thuds of Damian’s sword. You were the only one who knew that Damian attacked his bed, beside Alfred, because you walked in on him doing it one time. You talked to him and calmed the boy down, so you thought it would be a good idea to check on him and save the bed.

You slipped out of your room and lightly rapped on the door. “Dami? Alhabiba, can I come in?” You listened to the movement in the room. You heard the patter of feet approaching the door and listened as the locked clicked. You entered the room and saw Damian perched on is bed, smushed into a ball shape. “Oh, habibi what’s wrong,” you asked as you sat yourself on the bed.

He sniffed silently then cried out, “My teacher is an idiot and punished me undeserving. I did nothing wrong!” He fell into your arms. You may have been his sister, but you were his most trusted adult. He felt as though he could tell you anything and you would just listen. Not go and try to fix everything, but just listen to his complaining and try to make him feel better. “Sahib, you’re the only one that understands. I’m not like every other ten year old. I am more intellectual and mature.” Damian looked to you with sad eyes.

“Oh Damian! You are a little genius and I relish in your wisdom. Some people just don’t understand where others come from,” you comforted while rocking Damian in your arms. You thought back to when you first transferred to Gotham Academy and no one talked to you, mostly because you were a better athlete than their star athlete.

“Does it ever get better? Do people start to understand?” Damian just need a little hope to grasp onto.

“It can, if you find the right people. And, hey, if people still suck, I’ll teach you or you’ll teach me,” you joked to the boy in your arms. You watched as a smile crept to his lips. “Hey Dami, guess what?”

He raised his eyebrow, “What?”

Your face light up as you stated, “Alfred waxed.”


The two of you stampeded down the stairs to the hall outside the antiques room. Your fuzzy socks on even though it was mid-summer. Damian had his on too. You both bounced excitedly until you calmed down enough to test the ‘ice’. The waxed floor was the perfect slickness for a skating party. “It’s perfect,” you grinned. Damian’s smile was ear to ear.

You grabbed Damian’s hands and dragged him into the hall. You slipped and glided together throughout the hall. You spun him around a couple times and you did a couple ‘twirls’ yourself. You laughed loudly with Damian, who was fully distracted from his earlier problems.

“Sahib, have you ever actually ice skated?” He inquired as he flew past you.

You spun on one foot, “What would give you that idea?”

“Your grace. You’ve barely ever fallen when we skate,” he explained, catching himself before he could fall, “And you do really cool tricks.”

You coasted down the hall, giggling to yourself. “Dami, I’ve just had more time to ‘wax skate’, you’ll get to my level someday.” He just smirked at your graceful form. 

You and Damian spent a couple of hours just skating then playing hockey. Damian had forgotten he had patrol that night because he was having the most fun he’s had in days. It wasn’t until Bruce had found the two of you playing, that Damian remembered. “Awe, Y/N, I must leave you, but thank you for the ‘wax skating’. It was fun while it lasted.”

“That’s okay Dami, the wax was pretty dried up now anyway. See you later!” 

You skipped off to your room. Damian watched, thankful he had someone like you.

Inhumans Part Eleven

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

AN: Bit shorter than normal because I’m house sitting my neighbors house and their dog is a handful. Sorry :(

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IronHawk (Part Fourteen)

Fury is an asshole (but we knew that) and Logan and Clint fight (in the should be violent but is kind of sexy way)

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“Another day, another mission, hm Agent Barton?”

Hawkeye didn’t even flinch when he rounded the corner to be mess hall and found Director Fury waiting for him. His wings spread a little farther however, and Fury caught the aggressive motion. “You know, If I didn’t know better I’d think you didn’t like me.”

“He doesn’t.” Logan rounded the same corner just a few seconds behind Clint, brushing past the Director as he made his way to the counter for breakfast.

“Your roommate leaves quite a bit to be desired.” Fury squinted his one eye disapprovingly at Logan’s broad back.

“What do you want, Fury?”

“Now, is that any way to speak to a man who only has your best interest in mind?”

Clint rolled his eyes, and started moving again, Fury falling into step beside him as he moved through the buffet style breakfast spread.

“I have been talking to Agent Coulson, and we feel like it’s time for you to rejoin the Avengers. They have attracted the attention of a few local vigilante-types, and it would be better for all of us if the entire team was there to make decisions regarding the newcomers.”

Logan looked up from where he was shoveling pancakes into his mouth, and Clint met his eyes uneasily.

“Is that so?” Setting his own tray of waffles, pancakes, cereal, bacon and sausage down at the table, Clint dropped into the seat across from his friend, leaving Fury standing.

“Yes.” The director replied shortly, watching the two men with an thoughtful expression. “In fact, I could even see to making sure your roommate is welcome at the tower as well. Since the two of you seem to get along so well. Coulson says the two of you are basically inseparable.”

If Fury expected Logan to get angry at the insinuation in his tone, he was disappointed. The mutant simply downed his cup of coffee, reached across to spear a waffle from Clint’s plate, and kept right on eating.

“I’ll think about it.” Clint muttered around a mouthful of food. “Logan, if you take food off my plate again I’ll put an arrow through your hand I swear to god.”

“It’s not really up for discussion, Hawkeye.” Fury said impatiently. “You will be removed from assignment on SHIELD and—”

“Try and stab me, Wing Boy. Do it.” Logan’s low voice interrupted, and Fury watched with a degree of fascinated horror as three silver blades close to a foot long each slid through the hand casually resting on the table. Clint just laughed and tossed a napkin at the other man before finally turning back to Fury.

“Look, I know I don’t actually have much say in where you send me. But if it’s all the same to you, trust me when I say keeping me from the Avengers tower will keep the peace a lot longer. I am sure you with your all seeing eye are aware of everything that’s happened, and taking me back would just… nobody wants to see that okay? It’s better this way.”

“I will take your feelings on the matter into consideration.” Fury couldn’t take his eye off Logan, who was staring right back at him, with an amused smirk, as the blades disappeared back into his knuckles. “Does that… hurt?” He couldn’t help asking and Clint chuckled.

“Apparently it hurts every fucking time. Or at least every time I ask him.”

“Noted.” The director said blandly, and turned on his heel to go.

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So it’s Christmas morning where I am and I spent a few hours last night drinking white rum and helping assemble a trampoline from “Santa” for my little brother and now all I can think is

Alicia and Bad Bob making shushing noises so a young Jack isn’t woken up, while sipping mojitos and watching hockey legends squabbling over whether instructions are important. A couple are just searching for extra bolts and two have decided that they’ll help by “testing” the trampoline with considerable enthusiasm. The Zimmermanns judge the work from the sidelines

Fuck You Negan!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader 

Requested: anonymous asked - can i get a castiel x reader where he’s human and reader teaches him how to do things like a human and he ends up watching TWD with you, all seasons, and instead of focusing on the show he’s watching you get so into it? and then major fluff, do whatever you want after that idk cuddling maybe? a kiss? lots of fluff please 

Warning: fluff, some angst, TWD spoilers 

Words:1,792

A/N: I switched it up a little, I hope you don’t mind! I cried a little writing this only because I still have not yet gotten over either Abraham’s and Glenn’s death. 


It took you two days to convince Castiel to have a TV series marathon with you. He kept asking what six whole seasons of The Walking Dead would do in order to teach him how to be human. You would always groan at him and Dean would bud in and say, “Television series is what forms a relationship; you take interest in a show and someone else likes that same show, it becomes a topic to talk about and something you both have in common – and, oh look, a friendship starts to blossom.”

Sam would hear Dean’s comment and would have to state his own, “A television series is what defines a person. You find out what a person takes interest in, you can already tell what kind of person they are. Take Y/N for example, she likes The Walking Dead–“

“Loves!” You would cut him off as he rolled his eyes and continued speaking.

“–she loves The Walking Dead. What does that say about her already? That she takes an interest in horror and is not afraid of a little blood and gore. Which could possibly mean that she’s sassy, quite opinionated and isn’t much for drama. I only figured that out because I caught her watching season three when we first met and she was cheering for Rick to kill Shane.”

“Oh great!” You yelled, “You just spoiled the second greatest part of season two!”

Castiel would stare at them both like their words just went in through one ear and out the other. You had spent another hour after that trying to reason with him, promising to do anything he wanted if he watched the show with you. And eventually, he gave in. He came to your room that night with popcorn in one hand and two beers in the other. You only squealed when he silently agreed to have a marathon with you.

“Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Six days later and you were watching Last Day on Earth, the last episode of season six, whilst eating some popcorn. You had seen this episode over three times already, but every time, it made you want to tear up. You were going to lose one of the eleven characters that you had grown so damn attached to, so you were allowed to cry. Season seven would be airing live in two hours and you were growing anxious at the thought – you were so damn nervous and Castiel could practically taste the fear radiating off you.

“Why are they blocking the road?” Castiel asked, frowning at the situation.

“Just keep watching,” you mumbled, shoving more popcorn into your mouth.

Castiel had taken a major interest in the show. He even cried a little when Hershel and Beth died. It was amusing to see him grow so attached to the characters like you did, watching his every reaction to each scene. He even had begun to ship Rick and Michonne by the fourth season. Sam and Dean were both shocked when Castiel stated that he loved the show and wished he didn’t shut you down every time you tried to convince him to watch.

Your heart clenched when the group starting hearing the Savior’s whistles and you decided to look over at Castiel. He was anxiously biting his fingernails as he leaned forward, slightly shaking with fear for the group. His eyes darted across the screen, panicking when the group realised they were trapped. You knew the next scene was going to be hard for him, so you reached forward and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly.

He glanced over at you, squeezing your hand, before looking back at the screen. You had never seen Castiel so focused within the many years you had known him. And once Negan showed, his grip on your hand tightened, and he mumbled profanities to himself.

“Why does he have a baseball bat with barbed wire?”

You hushed him each time he asked questions, little whimpers leaving his mouth as Negan continued to speak. He let out a muffled sob when Negan threatened Maggie’s life and Glenn screamed in protest, his head falling back as he tried to hold back the tears. But he turned his gaze back to the TV just as Negan begun saying “Eney, meeny, miny, moe.” And Castiel’s hand flew up to his mouth as another sob left his mouth, watching each character come into view with the bat in their face.

“Why would you do that to me?” He yelled as Lucille came in contact with one of the members of Rick’s group, “Who did Negan kill!”

He stared hopelessly at the screen when it ended, tears streaming down his face.

“Part of me wants to fuck him,” you sighed, “but the other part really wants him dead.”

He looked over at you with disgust written in his features, pulling his hand out of your own.

“You will not be participating in any sexual activities involving Negan,” he growled, sitting back against the bedhead.

You giggled at his protective manner, leaning your head against his shoulder. He wiped the tears away from his face with the back of his hand as he stared at the now blank screen. Castiel sighed as he leaned his head against yours, his hands resting in his lap.

“Don’t worry,” you patted his thigh, “only an hour and a half until we find out who he kills.”

“I don’t think I’m ready.”

You smiled sadly before sitting up and grabbing your laptop from your bedside table, opening up YouTube. Deciding to lighten to mood a little, you searched for The Walking Dead vines, which always seemed to make you happy whenever you were down. You pressed on one of the videos, sitting back and leaning against Castiel’s arm.

“I don’t get his,” Castiel spoke as a vine of someone screaming “yes” to undeniably sexy pictures of Norman Reedus.

You laughed and shook your head, “they’re screaming because he’s one sexy bastard.”

Castiel remained silent as the video went on and your giggles grew louder with each passing vine. His attention wasn’t on the tiny screen anymore; instead, he was fixated on you. Your eyes were wide and wondrous as your gaze stayed focused on the laptop screen. He hadn’t felt this feeling before, so he felt confused when looking at you made him want to grab your face and kiss you until both of your breaths were lost.  

His ears tuned into the beautiful sound of your laugh whilst cutting out the rest, he continued to watch as your cheeks grew red from smiling too much. It made him smile. Your hand was resting on his thigh, fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns. He brought the arm that your head was resting on over your shoulders, making you snuggle down further on the bed and rests your head on his chest. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, now drawing patterns on his stomach whilst his fingers drew some on your back.

It stayed like that for another hour. He watched you whilst you watched vines. In thirty minutes, you’d both be in the lounging area stealing the TV away from Dean. But right now, you had shut your laptop and looked up at Cas to see him already looking down at you. He had a smile on his face that made you blush.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at him completely muddled. Why would he want to kiss you? That was extremely random of him to ask. Then again, Castiel asked random things all the time.

“Why?

He looked as if he was trying to find the right words to say, searching his mind for a good reason. A few minutes of silence went by before he spoke again.

“Dean said if I ever felt the urge to kiss someone, I should do it. It means I feel something for them,” he watched you as he spoke, taking in your reaction, “I have been wanting to kiss you since the moment you fought Dean for a slice of his pie.”

You only smiled as you leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth. You were going to pull away but his hand grabbed the back of your neck and his lips were soon planted on yours. A satisfied hum left his mouth as your lips moved in sync, his hands wrapping themselves in your hair, pulling your head back slightly.

You spent fifteen minutes making out with the man who lost his grace, before pulling away and smiling up at him. He had managed to get you on your back as he hovered above you, hands wandering over one another’s body. But now it was time to get ready for the premiere and he whined at the loss of contact.

“We’ll continue you this after the episode,” you grinned, placing a chaste kiss to his lips, “I need to know who that dick kills.”

But neither of you returned to the task after the episode ended, you were both too distraught to continue. Castiel’s heart had broken when he watched your reaction to seeing Abraham die, tears welling in his own eyes when Abraham held a final peace to Sasha. But it was worse when Glenn’s death came around; you had screamed causing the Winchesters to race in and see what had happened.

“Fuck you Negan!”

Castiel heart clenched when you screamed that, and realised how truly connected you got with the characters in the show. He could practically hear your heart shattering as you dropped onto the floor in front of the TV. Sam and Dean watched you with concern; they hated seeing you like this. Nobody dared to say that it was just a show because in reality it was much more than that. It was something that connected with others. You grow so emotionally invested in a show or even a book and you can’t help but feel empty when death takes away a character you grew attached to.

So for the remainder of that night, Castiel laid in bed with you as you tried to process the fact that you lost two great characters.

“Do you still want to get physically involved with him?” Castiel asked, hoping he’d get a smile from you.

He received a giggle from you as you looked up at him and smiled softly.

“No,” you sighed, “I have you for that.”

Castiel blushed as you sleepily kissed his cheek, bidding him goodnight as he held you closer to his warm body. After watching you sleep peacefully, being certain that you were safe and content, he, too, fell into slumber with a smile on his face.

I’m Not In The Mood-Brett Talbot MomentOfWeaknessProject

Teen Wolf Imagine:#14 Prompt:#92

Word Count: 778

Warnings: Writer’s Block (that’s worthy of a warning in my world), Self-hatred, talking bad about one’s self (reader)

A/n: Another imagine for the #MomentOfWeaknessProject. The alternative title to this would be ‘Writer Wrong’ and this is something I was struggling horribly with the other day and I wish I’d had a Brett around to help make it better.

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it’s 5am but I just spent the last two hours hanging out with my brother :)) I forget such good siblings we are sometimes we’ve never fought xD we talked about tales of the borderlands and other telltale games and I shocked him by telling him finch is played by the same voice actor as lee from twdg as well as just watching a bunch of food videos and him being super supportive of my art ;D

now Ima sleep and watch more gmm gnight

Who just spent the last hour reading Anne of Green Gables fanfiction like she was 13 years old again and in the throes of dying over two beautifully stubborn and sweet characters? It certainly wasn’t me. Also, I sure didn’t delightfully find out that people affectionately call the Anne/Gilbert ship “Shirbert”. It wasn’t me. I swear.

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“Tonight, Ladies and Gentlemen, Joe White will have as his guest on this provocative hour of conversation, an American Nazi. A man who has claimed to have spent last weekend in a flying saucer, and a young lady whose remarkably successful first novel has created a storm of controversy.”

A Puppy Coda: The Last Bit of the Feline Rebels

Am I writing what I should?  Of course not.  This was threatening to eat my brain if I didn’t get it down.

So, this one prompted a few questions about the ending.  Clarifications were desired.  I knew in my head what-all had happened, of course.  It just didn’t quite fit in the story as a whole, and would have made the ending a bit clunky.  But I think it works as a companion piece.  So here’s what was happening before and around that last bit with the puppies…

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Movie Night-Stiles Stilinski MomentOfWeaknessProject

Teen Wolf Imagine:#15 Prompt:#45

Word Count: 886

Warnings: Depression

A/n: My third imagine for the #MomentOfWeaknessProject. This one is pretty simple. It deals with depression (obviously from the warning) and Stiles just kind of being supportive and loving during a particularly hard time. (Side note about my life: I took my permit test yesterday and I passed! Then I drove home for the first time and did really well for my first time behind the wheel!) Also, yesterday I reached 100 followers and I wanted to say that I love and appreciate every single one of you :)

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Nothing to Worry About | Byun Baekhyun Scenario

Anonymous said : Hi bambi! You seem super sweet, haha! I was wondering if you could do a long (baekhyun x reader) scenario where he is your boyfriend and the two of you have a sleep over at his house for the weekend, and you both just end up having lots of fun and having deep conversations late at night and stuff? This is kinda fluffy i’m sorry<3 Thank you!

Thank you anon ! I’m in love with these Baekhyun fluff concepts. I kinda made it like a first time sleepover thing because… well you’ll see. (I never know when a scenario is too long or long enough this one is about 940 words, I hope that’s okay)


Genre: Fluff

There’s nothing to worry about, you repeated to yourself, I’ll just go there, sleep, and leave the next day, no big deal. Yet, every time that thought went through your head, you couldn’t help but blush at the fact that you’re actually sleeping over at Baekhyun’s house. Come on, he’s your boyfriend and all and he’s possibly the most gorgeous, best, kind human being that you’ve ever met and that you genuinely thought you couldn’t stand a chance against. What was there to worry about? Absolutely everything.

You wondered if he felt the same way. But nooooo, Baekhyun was out and about in his house, completely ecstatic for the sleepover. This excitement, contrary to your situation, heavily overweighed his nervousness, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. He made sure there wasn’t a speck of dust in his house and that his roommates were certain not to come back home before tomorrow. All in all, this moment had to be perfect.

You were probably half an hour late, rushing through traffic and silently cursing as you almost couldn’t make it to Baek’s house. When you arrived, the cheap makeup on your face didn’t last. You spent a few minutes in your car just trying to take it off but you noticed your boyfriend watching you from his window before you could put on another layer. Sighing at the mess you were, you practically ran to the door. He opened it, rather surprised.

“Are you-” Baekhyun said slowly.

“Don’t…ask…” You breathed.

The two of you stood there, you didn’t dare step inside. At this point, your heart was most likely beating at the speed of light. He laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, reminding himself of how dorky and cute his girlfriend was.

“Jagi, I’m not the freaking president. You can come in.”

“Right, right.”

Well, Baekhyun had sure done a good job at cleaning the place. Especially since he had thirty extra minutes to spare. He offered to show you his room, but you almost went into cardiac arrest so he thought maybe it was better to just not go there yet. Another silence passed until Baek was back to being his quirky self.

“Wanna make cupcakes?”

“Ohmygod, sure.” You abruptly nodded your head, feeling proud at how well the man knew you and your love for cupcakes.

He started throwing random things out of the fridge and pantries : milk, baking soda, salt, egg, freaking meat, pasta?… You tried calling out his name but he was already taking bowls and spoons out of every cabinet in the house. A little louder but he was throwing the whole bag of flour, plastic and all, in a cup.

“Baek!” He turned around, “Do you even know how to make cupcakes? Why are you taking all this stuff out? What are you doing?”

He laughed, as if what he was doing was obviously the right thing and you had absolutely no reason to question it.

“My dear, this is the science… of cooking~” Baekhyun struck a pose and you were on the floor laughing.

You decided to help him : it was the least you could do because he was literally a lost cause. So the two of you spent an hour making the greatest cupcakes you could, rubbing batter on each other’s noses, and the occasional kisses from your boyfriend. On your cheek, on your nose, on your forehead, on your lips, you blushed single every time. Whenever he noticed, he made it his goal to see how red your face would get. Overall, you got a lot of love from this guy.

“What now?” Baek asked once he put the cupcakes in the oven.

“I don’t know babe, I thought this was your house,” You stuck out your tongue.

“If it’s up to me, how about the bedroom now, huh jagi?” He raised an eyebrow.

Once again, you had to be resurrected just to hit him for saying that. He whined jokingly about how much it hurt and how you’d have to kiss it. You rolled your eyes, still kissing his arm because he was so cute.

“I’m not kidding though, I really want to show you my room.” He laughed.

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling, playing around, pillow fighting, and eating cupcakes. When you two finally figured it was time to sleep, you didn’t feel so uncomfortable sleeping with Baekhyun after all. He talked about the future with you as he held you close : your travels, your plans, your wedding… And it just made you so happy because you had never imagined this moment would be so meaningful and beautiful and amazing.

“Hey Baekhyun?”

“Yeah?”

You chuckled, suddenly turning into a shy turtle.

“I love you~”

And BAM, his expression just completely changed into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Seriously, he looked as if he wanted to smile more but he just couldn’t because his bones and muscle were putting every ounce of effort into that one smile and you actually wondered if it was painful to smile that much. Baekhyun pinched your cheeks suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“I love you too, my little turtle. Sooo much~” He cooed.

You rolled your eyes and lay on your back, sighing.

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. I mean, I thought this would be all awkward and stuff because you know- I’m kinda very awkward but… it was actually really nice…”

You giggled as you played with the sleeves of your hoodie shyly. Baekhyun laughed. His next phrase literally made you scowl.

“Oh come on, it’s me! There’s nothing to worry about!”


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Stage Left - A Robbie Kay x Reader imagine - Part 2

I have a few good ideas for this fic! bare with me and the kinda shitty and choppy writing.. I’m trying my best to get back into the swing of things haha But I hope that you guys like this part. Please give me some feed back, send in some requests and such! I love you all and I’m so happy to be back.

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