man i feel like shit's gonna hit the fan with these two soon

a friend like mine [2]

Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 2 of 2 || part one is here

Warnings: smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, spanking, seb being a dirty lil shit, swearing, and i think that’s it?

Note: I’m going to hell and you’re all coming with me

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Kissing Dean Winchester

Characters: Jensen x Reader (Stay with me, you’ll see)

Warnings: fluff, drinking

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This just popped into my head. I don’t know where it came from. I’ve written this trope a lot, but this time it has a little different twist on it. Hope you enjoy. :)

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calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”


“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 


“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”


“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.


“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.

Upside Down

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Just wanted to first say that I’m a fan of your writing, it’s so well done! Could I request a fluffy Peter x reader (if you are doing them) one shot about him and the reader trying the famous “Spider-Man kiss”

A/n: this is so cheesy omg ;D Also, thank you so much! I’m really flattered that you think my work is very well done!

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Friendship

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, Fluff

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You adored Peter Parker. He was sweet, he was kind, he was someone you trusted with your life. You had known him for almost all your life. Ever since you met him in elementary school, you two had been practically glued at the hip for the rest of elementary, middle, and now high school. It was like you two were meant to be friends. 

However, as you grew up, you couldn’t help but see Peter in a different light. Peter was a boy you wished to date. In the back of your mind, you thought that it would be wrong to tell him. After all, telling a boy you’ve been friends with for a long time that you had a crush on him would most likely ruin the friendship. You weren’t going to risk losing him for some schoolgirl crush. 

Another reason why you didn’t want to tell Peter you had a crush on him was because you knew he was Spiderman. You had been the only person Peter willingly told about the secret identity he had. It was almost touching how much Peter trusted you. It made you want to like him even more. However, you knew better than that. 

He couldn’t worry about you constantly, or cater to you whenever you needed him. You understood that his hero work was much more important than dates and staying in just wasn’t an option. It hurt sometimes when Peter had to bail on occasions you two had planned, but you knew it would hurt worse if you actually acknowledged these feelings for him. 

At the sudden sound of Peter’s voice, you jolted back into reality and looked over and around, but didn’t see him.

“Up here, (Y/n)!” 

You looked up to see Peter in his suit, upside down, slowly falling till he was in front of you. You chuckled and crossed your arms, glad that you had walked through the alleyway as the shortcut home from school. 

“Peter, you should be careful hanging upside down like that. You might pass out from all that blood rushing into your head.” 

He shushed you, almost flailing. 

“Shh! Don’t say my name so loudly!” 

“There’s no one around!” 

He still gave a sound of weariness, looking around to see if your words were true. After a moment, he looked back at you and asked, tilting his head. 

“You know that walking through alleyways unaccompanied is really dangerous, right?” 

You rolled your eyes before poking his nose through the mask.

“What have I got to worry about when I got Spiderman right here to protect me?” 

“I can’t always be here, you know that, right?” 

You bit your lip before shrugging. 

“Yeah, but I can protect myself, Spidey. Anyways, don’t you think that you should be getting home? It’s gonna be raining soon.” 

As soon as you spoke, raindrops started to fall and you gasped, glancing up. 

“No way! Are you fucking kidding me right now? What the shit.” 

“I still get amazed by how filthy your mouth is.” 

Peter decided to jab. You turned to him, quirking an eyebrow up as the rain pelted down onto you with no mercy, thunder rumbling loudly. You replied back to him. 

“Oh yeah? And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” 

Peter seemed to pause before lifting his mask just to his nose, a small smile on his lips. You were confused as to what he was planning. Peter shot a web at you, the web hitting you in the stomach, and he yanked you to him, his lips crashing against yours. You were in shock. 

Was this really happening? Was Peter really kissing you? What should you do? Holy shit, kiss him back! Just as Peter was about to pull away, you grabbed his cheeks gently before kissing him back, the kiss strange, but it was the best you ever had. Peter smiled against your lips before you both pulled away. 

“That was really cliche, Peter.” 

Both of you laughed as he flipped himself onto the ground, a hand still holding the web . He murmured to you, pulling the mask all the way off. 

“Yeah, but it was the best cliche thing I ever did.” 

You blushed heavily before he kissed you again, causing your blush to deepen. However, he pulled away too soon before advising. 

“I should get you home. You’re going to get sick if I don’t.” 

“Same goes to you, Peter Parker.” 

His eyes widened before he put a hand on your mouth, shushing you again. 

“Shh! Not so loud!” 

“Peter, who the fuck is gonna be out during this weather?” 

“Us two?” 

“Just shut up and get me home.” 

Peter laughed a bit before bringing you closer to his body, saying to you while pulling his mask on. 

“Hang on tight, (Y/n). It’s gonna be a pretty fast ride!” 

He gripped you to his body, your arms tight around his waist, and he shot his webs to the top of the building, the two of you immediately swinging upwards. You cussed loudly, tightening your arms as you yelled at him. 

“A little warning next time?!” 

“I did give you a warning, beautiful.”

You growled a bit in embarrassment, muttering. 

“Since when did you get smooth with your words?”

“Since I realized that I kind of have feelings for you.” 

You looked at him as he dropped you both down to your door, your eyes wide as Peter gently laid his forehead against yours. You stuttered out. 

“W-Well, that was p-pretty sudden.” 

He chuckled before kissing your nose through the mask. 

“A lot of great things don’t come planned, (Y/n). See ya tomorrow morning.” 

“See ya.” 

He waved once before slinging away, a cheer leaving his lips. You smiled widely, running inside and squealing. Your mother was confused and you screamed out. 

“I just kissed Peter fucking Parker!” 

“Language, (Y/n)! I’m proud of you, but you need to get changed. You’re getting water everywhere!” 

Long story short, you and Peter got sick, but you both agreed that it was definitely worth it.


How’s Your Throat?

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

Pairing: Simon Dominic x Reader
Warnings: ???
A/N: Originally posted on KpopPantyDrop

Have you ever been backstage at an AOMG concert?  No?  Well, it is just as crazy as you can imagine.  Someone will end up chasing someone or they’ll be arguing over something stupid and/or irrelevant.  And please whatever you do, do NOT mention the NFL or the Seahawks.  Unless you want to hear Jay go on and on about the strength behind the 12th man.  

But tonight’s conversation, wasn’t the worse you’d been apart of with the boys.  But it was definitely one of the most interesting.  Kinks.  One second Jay was talking to ELO and Pumkin, next thing you know everyone is sitting together discussing kinks.  

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Too Close For Comfort

Originally posted by leakees

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing and really rude and hurtful things but then fluff at the end, also, claustrophobia.

Rating: Mature (for only swearing)

A/N: This was a request from an anon AGES ago: “I’m a sucker for hate/love things so I’m going to request it with Sami to feed your need lol Reader and Sami TOTALLY hates each other and are always fighting like they cant even see each other without saying something rude (Im also a sucker for rude and angry Sami) turn out they get stuck in the elevator together and one of the is claustrophobic so the other has to comfort it and they end up kissing each other and having a lot of fluff but then she says “I still hate u” so he try to change that

Sami Zayn is a fucking asshole. Whatever his fans said about him didn’t matter, you hated him. He hated you too. It all started when you came up from NXT. There was something he just didn’t like about you, and he made it known to everyone. “So please explain y/n, who did you have to sleep with to get here?” Even Kevin Owens glared at him, mouthing “what the fuck man?” at him.

“I worked my fucking ass off and you say that shit to me?” Sami just rolled his eyes and walked past you, slamming his shoulder into yours. It took everything in you to not run up and slap the hell out of him. Fuming, you stormed back the locker rooms. That’s how it’s always been between you two, pure loathing and hatred.

You were called up to the main roster about two months after Sami did. When he was gone from NXT, it felt like you could properly breathe again. Now he was back. The first few weeks were okay, just a few snide comments from both sides. Then it got bad. You started up a rivalry with Charlotte leading up to Wrestlemania 32 and would be placed in the match along with Becky Lynch and Sasha Banks. Sami thought you were overstepping your “low status”. Your arguments would get so heated that people from Kalisto to the Big Show would have to separate you two. The fights were vicious. Although Sami wouldn’t hit you because he said it was against who he was, he made it clear that he would love to. You, on the other hand, didn’t care how you looked to others. Before you could usually smack his smug little smile off his face, someone much stronger and more level headed would swoop in and throw you over their shoulder. Whoever was brave enough would have to dodge your fists and knees as you tried to claw your way back to Sami. Kevin would usually come in and try to calm down Sami.

It was Wrestlemania weekend and like most NXT alums, you had just seen Takeover Dallas. It was amazing, minus Sami’s match. Not that it was a bad match, but Sami kept glaring at you when he would attack Shinsuke, like he wished it was you in Shinsuke’s place. 

After catching up with everyone, you along with the huge group of main roster stars, headed back to the hotel. You lingered a bit down in the bar, just sipping on a coke because the last thing you needed was a hangover during the biggest match of your life. Finally, you decided to head upstairs, taking the elevator to save your legs the strain. Once in, you hit the number 7 button and it flashed. Sami came sprinting in, just barely making it.

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ittybittydally  asked:

For the write a story thing, #9 with Dally please :))

No problem, man!! (So, I looked it up, and apparently added sugar is a poison, so that’s the poison I’m gonna use) Um, slight nsfw……because it’s Dally………….

#9: Sleeping until midday, a stolen item of jewelry, a drug laced with poison 

You knew that it was getting late. The angle from which the sun was hitting your face was a clear indication that you should’ve been up hours ago. Although, even if you had wanted to, you really couldn’t have due to the arm wrapped firmly around your waist. You normally didn’t mind, though it was starting to get slightly uncomfortable, deciding to squirm slightly to turn around and face the tow-headed man.

Your lips unintentionally curled into a smile at the face free of the hardened lines which conveyed his hatred for the world. You kissed the tip of his nose, giggling slightly at the way his nose crinkled, before placing your head at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, placing a slight kiss there, eliciting a slight groan from him. 

“Dal, we have to get up at some point.” You whispered slightly, to which he shuddered slightly, making a noise of protest, keeping his eyes closed.

“Mh, five m’re min’tes.” He mumbled out sleepily, his mouth slightly parted, small snores emitting from him. 

You rolled your eyes slightly, trying to escape from his vice grip, finally managing to sit up, only for his arms to recapture you forcing you back into him, tucking your head under his chin, his warm breath fanning over the back of your ears. 

“Don’ go.” He mumbled out, his words slurring together, as he pressed a light kiss to the temple of your head.

You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers together, bringing it up to your mouth, placing soft kisses on his knuckles. “Please, baby. I wanna have coffee.” You whined out slightly, knowing that he would let go, because he could never outright say no to you. 

Just as you had predicted, his grip loosened on you, although his arms still enveloped you, letting you know that he wasn’t happy about you getting up. You wiggled your way out of his arms, leaning down to place a small kiss on his forehead, laughing at his blind attempts to grab you. 

“If you get up soon, I’ll make it worth your while.” You said in a flirty voice, happy with the groan he made. You giggled slightly, always finding his response funny. “I’ll make you some coffee, too.” You said, the two of you understanding the deceleration of love behind it. 

You started the coffee machine, glad that you had caved in to getting it, not wanting to have to do any unnecessary work. You grabbed your favorite creamer, dancing around the kitchen slightly, humming Elvis, waiting for the coffee. 

You raised your hands high above your head, stretching out your back, your over-sized t-shirt riding up slightly. You jumped slightly, startled at the hands placed on your waist stopping them from moving. 

“Jeez, doll, it’s like your tryna kill me with those hips of yours.” Dally rasped out, kissing down your neck over the bruising skin. 

You laughed, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder. “I didn’t even do anything.” You muttered, your hands moving to his ass trying to pull him closer to you.   

“Like hell ya didn’t.” He muttered, going back to ravage your neck, relishing the small noises that left your mouth. 

“Dal, the coffee is gonna burn.” You whined out, trying to bring yourself back to the task you had been so determined to do.

“It can wait.” He breathed out lowly, his warm breath fanning over your shoulders, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

“No!” You stubbornly said, slightly pushing him off of you as you grabbed the completed pot of coffee, pouring a glass for him and yourself, adding an unhealthy amount of creamer to yours.

He laughed, staring at you with a smirk on his face, your spunkiness still as mesmerizing as ever. He made a face at how much creamer was in your coffee, glad to have the bitterness of his. “You do know that that shit will kill you, right?” 

“Only if you don’t first.” You teased, your eyes dancing with mirth at the annoyed look on his face. 

“I could never hurt you.” He said lowly, his eyes now hardened.

“Lighten up, dummy. It was a joke.” You told him, rolling your eyes at how dramatic he was being. 

“Whatever, man.” He said, clearly annoyed.

“Dal, you’re being a drama queen.” You told him, jutting out your hip, cocking your eyebrow in a way which would’ve put Two-Bit to shame.

“Takes one to know one, doll.” He said, his signature smirk back on his face, grabbing your hips, pulling you into him, taking advantage of your look of shock. He lightly kissed you, before pulling away, making a slight face. “That shit is way too sweet. I prefer my coffee the way it is.” He said, letting go of you, starting to drink his coffee.

“As dark and black as your soul.” You remarked, the mirth returning to your eyes, as you took a sip of your coffee, giving a knowing look as he looked at you with shock, only for a smirk to appear on his face.

“Oh, doll, you’re gonna regret that.” 

“Am I know?” 

“Yeah.” He drawled out, putting your coffee on the counter behind you, kissing you roughly as his fingers roamed over your body, tickling you, parting only when your laughs were becoming too much.

“Stop!” You laughed out, feeling his unrelenting fingers stop abruptly, before pulling you back in for a bruising kiss, finally feeling at peace with the stolen ring in his pocket.

anonymous asked:

51 with Jeff Hardy?

Prompt: “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

The light shone through your thin curtains waking you up. Letting your eyes flutter open you stretch felling the arm round your waist grip tighter and a nose nuzzle into the back of your neck. Giggling you lace your fingers through Jeffs’ and gently run your finger along his tattooed knuckles. He starts peppering kisses along your shoulder, turning onto your back you place a loving kiss to his lips causing the both of you to smile.

“God I almost forgot how nice it to wake up next to you.” Smiling down at you Jeff untangled your fingers and ran his hand up and down your side.

“Mmmmm. Bed is to cold without you.” You turn and bury yourself into Jeff’s embrace, placing a few kisses to his bare chest, loving how warm he was and how his natural scent made you relax. Chuckling at your actions Jeff placed a kiss to the top of your head pulling you tighter into his embrace and the two of you lay in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Soon you could hear soft snores coming from Jeff signaling he’d gone back to sleep, he had a busy schedule at WWE so when he was home you always wanted him to rest. Jeff being Jeff would have none of that. Always insisting on making up for lost time by taking you on day trips and shopping sprees even though he was exhausted. So today no matter what he said you two were going to relax and he was going to be the one who was spoiled. Carefully you lift the arm that was around your waist up and slid out of his grasp, placing his arm gently back on the bed and pull the covers up over him. Grabbing one of his shirts you pull it over your body loving how soft it felt against your skin and the smell making it seem like Jeff was constantly with you. Heading downstairs you turn on some TV deciding to leave breakfast for a little while longer. Looking down at your phone see a message from Reby.

R - Morning sweetie ;) How are you this morning?

Y - Great! How are you guys?

R - We’re great thnx ^_^  Glad to have your man back? ;) Any plans for today? Matt and I were wondering if you too lovebirds wanted to go to the movies with us :3

Y - I think we’re gonna pass :( just spend the day in. Jeff seems pretty knackered :/

R - Oh I see “spend the day in“ ;) no problem sweetie, we are going at 7 to see the film incase you change your mind :)

Y - I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks Reb! :)

You place your phone down on the couch next to you starting to get engrossed in the current episode of the trashy show that was playing on TV. About half way through your stomach started to rumble.

“All right, Geeze I’ll make breakfast.” Picking up your phone you play some music while you get some things for breakfast. Grabbing some mushrooms, bacon and eggs you decide to cook an omlette. You were to busy dancing and singing into the spatula to notice Jeff stood in the door way, grinning like an idiot, he was so in love in love with you and you’d been together for nearly 10 years. Matt and Reby always teased him about when he was going to ask you to marry him, the truth was he wanted to marry you more than anything in the world but he was terrified of loosing you. Of course Jeff was married before you but after Jeff left the WWE shit hit the fan, he was injured and arrested so it’s no suprise when his marriage broke down, the divorce almost killed him and his ex-wife and he didn’t want that to happen to you. To him still being with you but not actually getting married would somehow be better if things did go wrong, however you lived together and as mentioned before you’d been dating for nearly 10 years, Jeff had even spoke to you about maybe having kids in the future. Of course he had explained to you why he didn’t want marriage and you fully understood that, yes it hurt a little that you wouldn’t get to have the wedding most girls dream of but at least you had Jeff and that was good enough for you.

As you spin round singing a particulary high note you see Jeff stood in the doorway, sweatpants hung low on his hips and deep in thought. Walking over to him he perks his head up and smiles at you. Wrapping your arms around his neck he snakes his arms up under the shirt to rest on your waist.

“Sorry. Did I wake you.” You ask, gently rubbing his shoulders, seeing him relax at your touch.

“No you didn’t love. Don’t worry. I did get lonley without you though.” He smiles, moving his hands to your back to pull you closer, leaning in for a kiss when your chest reaches his.

“What were ya thinking about just now?”

Jeff sighs dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Just stuff, us, the future.”

Shifting slightly you pull away looking at him concerned, bringing your hands down to rest on his chest you feel his heart racing. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Marry me?” Jeff looks up with so much hope and love in his eyes. Your heart practially stops and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

“What?” You manage to choke out, not sure if you heard him correctly.

“Will you marry me? I know I don’t have a ring or anything but we can go pick one out together and at least you’d get one you liked. And yes I know I said I didn’t want marriage but that was before and this is now and I want you to be my wife. I want to wake up everyday and tell people ‘hey this amazing, beautiful, caring woman is my wife’. I think we should start a family together and I don’t want our kids to grow up with mom and dad not being married. I was scared of loosing you but I mean you’ve stuck with me this long and I’m scared by not marrying you I’m gonna push you away. I can’t picture a future with us together, without us being married. I’m just so in fucking love with you that I can’t keep fighting it anymore.” You practically couldn’t see Jeff throught the tears that were welling up in your eyes, it was hard to process what he had just said.

“Jeff….why now…. where are you going with this?”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”Jeff nervously chuckled scratching the back of neck looking hopefully at you.

“Yes.” You manage to breath out, wiping away your tears. “Yes. I’ll marry you. Yes I’ll go crazy with you……..Yes.” His face erupted into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and it takes one long stride for him to reach you, picking you up you wrap your legs tightly around his waist as he supports your thighs with his hands. Connecting your lips you tangle your hands in his hair,  the kiss was passionate yet soft, your tounges exploring each others as if it was the first time. Pulling apart with slightly swollen lips, Jeff nuzzled his nose with yours before letting you down onto your feet, arms still wrapped around you. “I love you.” he muttered against your lips, smiled you pecked his lips once more.

“I love you too.”

“So, wanna go ring shopping today?” Jeff smilled, winking cheekily at you.

“Can we at least have breakfast first?”  Chuckling when you hear your stomach growl again.

“Sure thing princess.” Kissing the top of your head he moves past you to resume breakfast.

“Wait till Reby and Matt hear about this, they’re gonna freak.” You chuckle grabbing your phone to call them. Jeff just laughed as you come up behind him dialing Reby for a facetime.

“Hey you two! You both look aweful cheerful for this time in the moring!” she chuckled to herself getting comfy on her couch.

“Look we don’t have time for your sass Reb, go get Matt.” Jeff comments finishing off the breakfast.

“Okaayyy……. MAATTTTTTT!!!” Moving the phone slightly you shake your head at her antics. After a few minutes Matt finally appears in the frame.

“Sup guys?” You glance at Jeff as Jeff glances back at you, both of you with massive smiles plastered on your faces.

“Do you wanna tell them or me?” You ask Jeff as plates your finished breakfast and moves it to the side so he can move to stand behind you, head on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist.

“You can.” He smiles kissing your shoulder.

“We’re kinda getting married.” You grin at the camera, watching their faces light up.

“Oh my gosh really?!” Jeff noded his head rubbing your stomach with his thumbs.

“Congrats you two! Took you long enough buddy. What did it take? like 3 years planning?” Matt joked to his brother causing you and Reby to giggle. “I think you owe me $20 babe.” Matt spoke to Reby this time.

“Damn it!” She huffed handing the phone to Matt so she could presumably get her purse.

“You were betting on this?” Chuckling at the pair as Reby returns with the $20.

“She thought you’d be married with in 5 years, I said  you’d be married by year 10.” 

“I’m gonna kill the both of you for betting on this.” Jeff shook his head reaching for the phone. “Right guys thank you for the congrats and reminding us what terrible people you are. But we need to have breakfast and go ring shopping byyyeeeee!” Jeff didn’t give them time to answer as he hung up the call, placing your phone on the counter. Jeff grabbed you food and set the plates down on the table turnning round to see you smirking at him.


“3 years planning huh?” You walk towards him as Jeff looks at the floor rubbing the back of his neck again.

“Well sort of…..I may or may not have said to Matt that becasue of you I was kinda reconsidering the whole marriage thing. It still terrified me but I was definatly thinking about it more and more.” Smiling at him you gently cup his jaw and pull his gaze to yours.

“Well don’t be scared love, I’m going to be with you every step of the way.” Smiling sweetly at him you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Thank you for being patient with me and for putting up with all my shit.”

“I’d do it all over again if it meant I still got you at the end.” Jeff pulled you into him and the breakfast on the table was soon forgotten about.

Prompt from this list.


The Bold Ones [Part 2]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 


A/N: Hello! This part is kinda long and focuses more on Peter and the reader’s relationship. I wanted to write more about them before shit hits the fan!! (The next couple of parts are gonna be crazy and low-key terrifying)! Thank you all for reading! Feel free to message me constructive criticism, suggestions, or love!!  

Warnings: Some swearing, kissing, and a short mention of violence 

(not my photo)

Part 2-

“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy. And everyday, the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest!”

The room full of children was soon full of laughter as the kids crowded around you became highly entertained with your animated expressions while you read the classic children’s book, The Giving Tree. Many of the children that were gathered around you sat in wheelchairs, wore scarves over their heads to hide their terrifying journey of chemo, and overall, were in serious pain. It killed you inside to know that such beautiful souls were hurting, but seeing their precious smiles and hearing their endless giggles made you feel honored and touched to share this moment of happiness with them. As you continued reading the story, two little girls began to cuddle up against you and started to braid your hair, making you fall into a deep state of relaxation. You loved children, and they loved you. You wouldn’t want to be doing anything else on this Friday evening.

The rest of the Phillips campaign team, including your father and Brenton Phillips, were sitting with the children’s parents in the dining hall of the Ronald McDonald House. Phillips took the time to ensure to the parents that if elected, he would not support the notorious health bill that was being debated endlessly at Capitol Hill. The parents began to clap and nodded their heads in strong agreement. Finally, a candidate who understands and wants to protect them and their cherished children. Once Phillips was done giving his speech, everyone on the campaign team began to head to the kitchen to start serving the food they cooked for the families. Well, not everyone on the campaign team. You were in the playroom with the children, and Peter, who just arrived at the scene, was leaning against the doorframe of the playroom watching you interact with the children. He had a huge smile on his face.

Whatta sight, Peter thought to himself. He never saw you this happy before. Your skin was glowing, your newly braided hair was perfectly done, making you look like a princess, and your gorgeous smile never left your face. Beauty radiated off of you, internally and externally. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He held up the camera that was in his hands and began to capture the masterpiece that was laid out in front of him.

“‘Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.’ And the boy did. And the tree was happy.” As you finished the book and closed the cover, you heard a faint click beside you. A faint smile grew upon your lips as you turned towards the noise and discovered Peter taking pictures of you. Pushing yourself up from your crossed-legged position and heading towards Peter, he quickly dropped his camera to his side. Your smile grew when you witnessed his face turn a bright pink. You caught him.

“Peter,” you giggled. “You’re supposed to be taking pictures of Philips, not me!

All Peter could do in that moment was let out a light chuckle and look down at his feet. He was still stuck on the euphonious way you said his name. However, he had no choice but to finally look up at you when you gently grabbed his hand. You both stared at each other and had nervous grins across your faces. “Come help me take the kids to dinner.” And with that, you let go of his hand and started for the children.

Peter looked around the room and laid eyes on a very special kid sitting in the corner. He was feverishly drawing and coloring a picture of the one and only, Spider-man. Peter quickly walked up to the kid and kneeled down next to him. “That’s a great drawing you got there,” he said. The little boy curiously looked up at the teenager next to him. “You drew his suit perfectly! The spider in the center is exactly how it looks… in pictures,” Peter corrected himself. The little boy began to grin as Peter kept complimenting his drawing skills.

“I’m making this for Sp-Spider-man!” the boy held up his picture like Simba in the beginning of The Lion King. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

Peter’s eyes popped out of his head, like the kid just asked an insane and out-of-this-world question. “Of course he’ll like it! He’ll love it!” Seeing the pure joy on the little boy’s face made Peter’s heart bubble and fizz. “In fact, I know Spider-man. He’s one of my friends! I can give this picture to him, if you would like?”

The little boy opened his mouth in disbelief and began to nod his head frantically. “Yes, yes, yes!” shoving the picture into Peter’s arms.

The rest of the night, Peter followed Phillips around the House, and he began to form a deep appreciation and respect for the candidate. He took pictures of him serving food to the kids and adults, laughing and playing with the children, and the perfect shot: Phillips cuddled up with a little boy on a couch, both asleep with a book cracked open on his lap. As Peter showed you this picture at the end of the night, you noticed how close you were standing next to each other. Inching closer to Peter to “get a better look at the pictures,” you could feel the intense heat between your bodies. You turned your head to look up at him, but you quickly looked back down at the camera when you discovered he was already looking at you.

“[Y/N]!” You heard your father call. He was heading straight towards you and Peter. Peter began to shift back and forth on his feet uneasily. “Is this the Peter boy I’ve been hearing so much about?” he asked, holding out his hand.

Peter smiled at your father and firmly shook his hand. She talks about me? Oh, God! She talks about me! What does that mean?

“Nice to finally meet you, Mr. [Y/L/N].”

Your father flashed him a quick smile and pointed to his camera. “May I see what you captured tonight? The bar is set pretty high. [Y/N] always says that you’re the best photographer around.” You stuffed your elbow into your father’s ribs. “Dad, chill out!” you whispered, hoping that Peter wouldn’t think you’re a crazy, obsessed freak.

Peter chuckled and handed him his camera, watching as your father sifted through the camera roll. He was immediately relieved when your father let out a big “Wow!”

“These pictures. They’re- they’re great! Especially, this one,” showcasing Peter’s perfect shot. “I’m going to send this picture to all the newspapers in New York. Is that okay with you?” Peter nodded in shock. Of course it was okay! “Great!” your father gave Peter his camera back. “Awesome work, Peter. You’re a great new asset to the team.”

You turned to your father and gloated, “I told you he would be!”

The next night, you and Peter sat across from each other at a huge dining table at a restaurant for a fundraising gala. Luckily, your dad placed you two in the back of the room where nobody could see you, because while Phillips was giving the speech of a lifetime, Peter’s mouth was wide open waiting for you to throw an olive in it.

“Scoot closer!” you whispered. Peter, with his mouth still wide open, leaned toward the table and shot back when you perfectly tossed the olive into his mouth.

“Nice shot!” he laughed while chewing. Peter picked up a pea and before you could react, he threw the tiny vegetable and let it hit you right on the nose.

“Dude, give me a warning next time!” you quickly used your pointer finger to wipe off the pea juice that was left on your nose. Peter’s endless chuckling made you giggle, but the fun soon came to an end when your father glared at you from across the room. Both of you pursed your lips and had no choice but to sit there and listen to Phillips like respectful adults.

“We cannot let my opponent, Charles Bridgeham, win this election again. Bridgeham is a son of one of the wealthiest families in New York and his current term as Senator is polluted with bias and pork to please his family’s business partners. Bridgeham is not even an experienced politician. Just another rich kid buying his way to power.”

All of a sudden, you felt something hit your leg. You look up at Peter and his eyes are glued on Phillips, but he had a giant smirk on his face. Is this boy playing footsie with me? You playfully rolled your eyes and began to gently kick his feet back. What are we? Middle schoolers?

At the end of the gala, your father walked up to Peter and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Pete. Can you do me a favor and walk [Y/N] home tonight? I’m going back to the office to debrief with the team.” Peter gladly agreed and you two began to walk towards your apartment.

At first, the walk home was full of silence and awkward tension. The only thing Peter could hear was his heart beating and your teeth chattering from the bitter cold of the night. He quickly took off his sports coat and held it out for you to take.

“Oh no, no, no,” you said while rubbing your arms up and down, attempting to warm yourself. “I’m totally fine!” Peter was able to see through your lies and wrapped his coat around your shoulders himself. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. God. You were so nervous right now. You have never really been alone with him before, and he just gave you his jacket?! That’s a classic flirting tactic.

“Sooo,” you sang, “How is the Stark internship going?” From the look on his face, you could tell it was not going well. It looked like he had hurt in his eyes.

“Uh, well. I’m actually on break right now. Mr. Stark won’t let me do anything until I apply to colleges. He says that I should have a plan for the future, but all I want to do is work for him! College can wait, right?” You nodded and again, gently grabbed his hand in an attempt to comfort him. You knew how much that internship meant to him, and being on break probably killed him. You began to let go of his hand, but Peter kept holding on.

“What do you even do for Stark anyways? Do you help with the technology? Are you the receptionist?” you joked. Peter let out a small laugh and shrugged his shoulders. “Ya, kinda. Something like that.” And before you could ask anymore questions, Peter stopped walking and turned to face you. He loved the sight that was right in front of him: the most beautiful girl, wearing the most beautiful dress, and his own coat draped over you. Make a move, Parker!

“Sooo,” he sang, just like you did earlier. “When are we going on our next date?”

“Our next date?” you laughed, “When did we even have our first one?” Peter let out a playful gasp and started walking again, your hand still intertwined with his.

“Our first date was on Friday!”

“At the Ronald McDonald House? What!?”

“Come on! That was such a date. You held my hand… for like two seconds and I met your father! Sounds like classic date stuff to me.”

You let out a low giggle and playfully smacked his arm. “And then our second date was tonight!” he added. “A fancy dinner and I’m even walking you home! Might I add, we are even holding hands for longer than two seconds!”

You dramatically rolled your eyes and slipped your hand out of Peter’s. “A fancy dinner with hundreds of other people.”

“I didn’t notice anyone but you there.”

This made your whole entire body heat up to 100 degrees. There was no way you could look at Peter in the eyes right now; he would for sure notice your extreme change of color. Peter, on the other hand, couldn’t even believe he just said those words. Where did all this courage come from? He thought to himself. He loved it.

“We’ve been on two dates already, and you’re not even calling me your girlfriend yet? How slow do you want to take things, Parker?” Finally, with your body cooling down, you looked at Peter and gave him a smirk. You slipped your hand back into his and didn’t even care that his palm was the sweatiest thing you’ve ever touched.

“G-girlfriend?” he stuttered, “Can I call you my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip and put on your best thinking face. “I’ll let you know after the third date.”

And it was now time for the third date. You stood in front of Peter’s apartment door, raising a shaky hand to knock on the door. Why am I so nervous? The past week at school you and Peter were inseparable. After every class, Peter would walk with you to the next, even if his classroom was on the opposite side of the school. During lunch, you sat with Peter and his best friend, Ned, and you three would have conversations that left your sides hurting for hours. However, Betty soon got very jealous of all the attention Peter was getting, so one day, you brought Betty to sit with you and the boys. Right when Betty introduced herself and sat down, you could see the pure love in Ned’s eyes. You knew from then on, Betty wouldn’t be that jealous, because she would soon have her hands full with a boy of her own.

“Hey there! You must be [Y/N]. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m May, Peter’s aunt! Come inside, come inside.”  You stepped into Peter’s apartment and looked around. It was just how you pictured it: small, tidy, colorful. You turned to Aunt May and gave her a huge smile.

“Nice to meet you too! I love your outfit,” you said while admiring May’s style. High waisted business pants, loafers, and a blouse? The definition of a powerful woman right there. May flashed you a smile and did a dramatic model spin.

“Why, Peter! I love her already.” You laughed and followed May to the kitchen where Peter was hiding. “Just to let you know,” May whispered to you, “Peter has been in this kitchen for hours trying to make you homemade pasta. The fire alarm went off twice, so don’t expect much.” Once again, you laughed and felt your entire body melt because of Peter’s cute gesture. He made dinner for me! You squealed in your brain and walked up to Peter who was slaving over the stove, mixing a pot of spaghetti. You took both of your hands and started frizzing up his hair.

‘Hey, Pete! How’s the dinner going?”

Peter started to laugh and tried to shake your hands off his head. “Hey, [Y/N/N]. Dinner is such a failure. I think I burned this spaghetti. I didn’t even know burning spaghetti was possible!” You returned his laughter and picked up a burnt noodle and slurped it into your mouth. It was crunchy and disgusting, but not too disgusting.

“This isn’t bad at all! I think it’s delicious!”

You, Peter, and May sat at the kitchen table eating the crunchy and revolting noodles. You three talked about politics, May’s exhausting day at work, favorite books and tv-shows, fun facts, and school. However, the entertaining dinner conversation soon turned into a full-on “Roast Peter” session. You were howling with laughter as May told you all of Peter’s embarrassing childhood stories and secrets. In return, you told May funny stories about Peter falling asleep in Chemistry and talking in his sleep and him tripping over his own feet while walking in the hallways.

“Geez!” Peter exclaimed, “Have some mercy on me!” In unison, you and May shook your heads and let out a big, fat “Nope!”

Once dinner was finished, Peter took you to the living room and gave you the task of renting your favorite movie for the two of you to watch. As you looked through his movie selection, you realized that you didn’t have to rent your favorite movie, he already owned it! You made Peter close his eyes and guess what movie you picked. You pressed play on Back To The Future and the beginning music started playing. Peter’s eyes popped out of his head. He recognized that music anywhere.

“No way!” he screamed, “This is your favorite movie? This is one of my favorite movies too!” You giggled and plopped down next to him on his big, red couch that had a Spider-man drawing above it.

“My favorite movie of all time! I can quote every single line.”

As the two of you watched the movie, Peter was falling more and more for you. Like you said, you could quote every single line of the movie perfectly. While you sat on the couch together, you and Peter put on a two-man show, taking turns reciting lines. Right in the middle of the movie, Aunt May tiptoed towards the living room and poked her head in to see how the date was going. She made eye contact with Peter and raised her arm, giving Peter the hint to wrap his arm around you. Peter did just what his Aunt told him, and you gladly sunk into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Aunt May grinned and gave Peter a thumbs up, but Peter just shooed her away.  

“This is my favorite scene!” you squealed. You jumped up from Peter’s side and leaned closer to the television. Marty McFly was playing the guitar and singing “Johnny B. Goode” at the high-school dance. You began to bop your head to the music and you couldn’t help but to get up from the couch and dance around to the music. Peter looked at you with love-struck eyes.

What are you doing?” he laughed. But before he could ask anymore questions, you grabbed his hand, stood him up, and spun him around like a ballerina. He had no choice but to attempt to dance around with you. You giggled at his awkward hip and feet movements, but Peter didn’t care. He was having fun! You two observed the couples on the screen and tried to recreate their dancing, but it was too hard, so Peter just spun you around. Both of you couldn’t stop smiling and giggling at each other’s awful dancing. You began to feel very dizzy, so you spun one last time and landed yourself in Peter’s arms. You both stared at each other with deep concentration and longing.

“[Y/N!],” May shouted. You jumped out of Peter’s arms and he quickly walked to the other side of the room, making a large distance between the two of you. “You left your phone in the kitchen, and it’s buzzing like crazy.” You thanked May and took the phone from her, scrolling through your notifications, you saw that you had 20 messages from your parents.

“Hey, Peter. I have to start heading home. My parents want me back as soon as possible. They said they have to tell me something important?” You quickly put your shoes back on and headed for the door. Peter was following behind you, ready to walk you home.

“Thank you for having me, May!” Peter shut the door behind you and started the trek back to your apartment. As you walked through the streets of Queens together, there was a comfortable silence. Your hand in his. Both of you randomly squeezing the other’s, like it was a secret language. In some time, you arrived at the door of your apartment building.

“I had a great ti-”

“Me too!” you quickly spat out. You bit your lip when you realized you were being way too eager. Peter ran his fingers through his hair and laughed. He didn’t mind.

“S-so, it’s the end of our third date,” he stated, “How did I do? Can I- can I call you my girlfriend now?”

You gave him a nervous smile and scrunched up your nose. Holy shit. Of course he can. But all you did was lean up against the building’s brick wall and nod slowly. Peter couldn’t tell, but your whole body was trembling. You were scared out of your mind. You have never met a boy as amazing as Peter, and you were terrified you were going to mess it up somehow. You two stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Both of you were hypnotized by each other’s presence.

All of a sudden, Peter moved his head closer to yours, which was resting on the brick wall. You stood there frozen, from both fear and excitement. What if he thinks I’m a terrible kisser? You worried. But, you had nothing to lose, so you leaned in, making your forehead rest against his. Both of you closed your eyes. Both of you grabbed each other’s hands and intertwined your fingers once more. Peter gently rubbed his nose against yours and brushed his lips against yours, sending shock waves up your spine. As if the whole world was in slow motion, Peter finally pressed his warm lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you as Peter deepened the kiss, making your whole head spin. You were about to pull yourself even closer to him, but you two were interrupted by a loud and high-pitched ringing noise.

Both of you jumped away from each other and Peter began to dig through his coat pockets. He pulled out his cell-phone, the one guilty of the awful noise, and answered a call.

Happy?” Peter whispered into his phone. “What’s wrong?”

You stood there frozen against the brick wall. You could still feel Peter’s lips on yours.

“No, no. I’ll head over there right now. Okay, okay. Bye.” Peter quickly hung up the phone and grabbed both of your hands. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go do something for Tony Stark! They took me off break,” he exclaimed.

You looked down at your watch and gave him a curious look. “It’s almost eleven o’clock at night. What does he need?” Peter couldn’t think of anything good to say, so he bit his lip and sighed, “Spreadsheets?”

You cocked your head in confusion and Peter could see the disappointment in your eyes. Yes, he wanted to stay here and keep kissing you, but Tony needed him. “I’m so sorry! I’ll make this up to you. We should, uh, do that again!” he yelped while backing up towards the street, getting ready to run. You gave him a soft smile and waved goodbye.

You turned to the building door and starting digging through your small purse to find the key. What the hell just happened? You shoved the key into the hole and before you could open it, someone spun your whole body around. It was Peter. He came back. He grabbed your face with his hands and before you knew it, you two were kissing again with great passion. Your hands in his hair, his hands traveling down to your back and pulling you closer. He began to slowly slip in his tongue, gently caressing yours with his. You stood on your tiptoes, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to make it easier for you two kiss, but you were soon relieved when Peter pushed you up against the building door and leaned down more towards you. As Peter pulled away, your hands slowly released his hair you were pulling. Both of you were out of breath. While panting, Peter tried to comb his hair down with his fingers and he began to back up again.

“Goodbye!” he shouted while jogging away into the night, “For real this time!” He left you with a wink.

Once he was out of sight, you opened the apartment building door, slammed it shut and let out one big squeal. “EEEEEEEEEPPP!” you danced around the hallway before running upstairs to your apartment door excitedly. When you opened the door to your home, you saw that all the lights were off. Your excitement was soon replaced with fear. Something wasn’t right.

“Mom? Dad?” you called out.

You inched deeper into the living room and the television screen was the only thing illuminating the pitch-black environment. You stood behind your parents, who were sitting on the couch in silence, watching the news.  Your eyes widened in shock when you read the news ticker that was dancing across the screen:

NY Senatorial candidate, Brenton Phillips, just found shot in his home.

@asslikegilinsky @oh-my-rowling @the-ukulele-villian @tomshollandz @lil-bug @kawaiina92

ksi imagine - ex girlfriend tag

REQUESTED:  “Hello, please do a JJ imagine where you are exes and you do a video similar to Kian Lawley’s video kissing my ex girlfriend and old feeling coming back”

“Hi everyone it’s your boy KSIOlajideBT,” I remained quiet in the gaming chair as he began his introduction, his fingers forming a salut by his temple. “How are you all? Don’t answer that, I can’t hear you, it’s a pointless question.”

I giggled slightly, receiving a grin from JJ.

“Today I am here with a, erm, slightly…different video, we shall say!” The nervous giggles continued. I’d missed that contagious cackle. “As you can see I’m not alone, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I mean I’m sure they all already know me, but hi, I’m Y/n.” With a somewhat timid wave I introduced myself before returning my hands to my lap and smiling. 

“Yep, probably. So this is Y/n, Y/n would you like to say a bit more about what we’re doing today or..?”

“JJ,” I laughed slightly. “Why are you being awkward? You good?”

“Man, I dunno it’s just…weird.” The laughs continued. His contagious giggle warmed my heart slightly, even after all this time. “Okay, so incase you are somewhat new to my channel I guess, Y/n is my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for about, six, seven months now?”

He turned towards me to monitor my approval and I nodded. “Seven months,” I confirmed.

“Well, we haven’t actually seen eachother since the break up, but since Y/n was in London and is actually trying to grow a channel herself now we thought let’s rekindle the fire and film a collab!”

“Rekindle the fire?” I questioned. Jide simply shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Nevertheless, what can be a better idea than texting the first girl you ever loved and inviting her back to your house to bring up all the painful memories you’ve been suppressing for seven months in front of a few million people on YouTube right? So let’s go on!” 

My eyes widened slightly at the extent of his honesty - although I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Jide after all. 

“JJ, are you sure you wanna do this? I’m feeling you might be a little bit hesitant about this whole thing,” I rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna ask you again - you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He confirmed, reassuring me in all seriousness before continuing the video.

For around half an hour JJ and I proceeded to answer generic questions, revisit memories, and discuss where our lives had taken us now. We decided to check twitter for some more insightful questions from people that knew most of our history - a lot of our relationship had been very public. Even the breakup. It didn’t necessarily end on a bad note, but we didn’t continue contact after, which I was beginning to feel slightly sad about. This time had made me realised how much I had missed Jide as an asset in my life - even if not in the way he was seven months ago.

“Okay so, twitter questions,” He scanned his phone.

“Jide, I swear to God if any of these are sexual-”

“I’m not promising anything.”

“Jide.” I narrowed my eyes, my tone very demanding. He held his hand up in defence.

“Alright alright! Innocent questions only!”

Yeah, right. KSI fans wouldn’t know innocent if it smacked them around the face, I thought. 

“Okay - where is your relationship currently at?” Jide’s voice became serious, professional even. I lifted a leg to my chest as I contemplated.

“Well, as of now, we don’t have much of a relationship,” He watched me intently. There was genuine interest on his face. “But I don’t see why we couldn’t build one? I’ve been planning to move to London, as you may know, and so I think we could definitely spend more time together.”

He nodded along with my words before turning to the camera. “So basically to answer your question she still wants my dick.”

“Jide!” I scolded, hitting his arm although I couldn’t not laugh as he apologised.

“No. What I’m saying is, friends is definitely foreseeable.”

“She’s using big words again I’m just gonna…yeah, move on. Okay, this one’s cool - do you still find each other attractive?”

“You know what Jide, I’m gonna let you take this one away.” I rested my hand on my chin. “Go on.”

His smile brightened to which my heart warmed slightly. As he cleared his throat I raised my eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Interest fulfilled my mind.

“Well,” he proceeded. “I mean of course.You’re pretty fit.” Shrugging, he moved his focus back to his phone.

“Is that it? Pretty fit?”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

“Nope, not good enough, try again.”

“For Gods sake,” he laughed, and I folded my arms. “Nah but in all seriousness guys, of course I still find Y/n attractive. We were together a long time, that wouldn’t change in such a short time, or probably ever.”

“Awww Jide!” I cooed. That was really sweet of him. I really have missed this boy, I thought to myself, and I genuinely hoped our interactions would continue after this video. 

“Plus I’ve seen her naked, so,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the camera. 

“Right, sick.”

“I’m joking!” 

Raising my middle finger at him I encouraged Jide to continue with the questions.

“Okay, we’ll do one more, then we’re gonna go get nandos cause I’m starving.”

“Jide, you know I don’t like nandos right-”

“Y/n, I do, and that’s all that matters.”

I once again looked back at the camera as Jide exploded into laughter at his own jokes. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows.

“To anyone wondering why we broke up - this is why!”

“No it’s fucking not don’t lie,” He choked between laughs and I looked down to mask my own giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna scroll and whatever question my finger lands on we have to answer okay?”

“Unless it’s sexual,” I interrupted.

“Even if it’s sexual,” he corrected.

“Andddddd stop! Here we- oh. Shit.”

“What? Jide I fucking swear-”

“No, no, it’s not sexual.” He picked his professional attitude back up, a smirk still present on his face although he appeared slightly nervous. “Can you two kiss for the camera?”

“Oh dear God.” I groaned. “Fuck it.”

Pressing both my hands to his face I leaned into Jide, kissing him swiftly. Although at first he appeared taken aback, he soon warmed into the kiss, placing a hand on my waist just as he used to when we were together. I felt all the love wash back over me in a terrifying way. Do I still love him? Was this a bad idea? Was he thinking the same?

When I pulled back, Jide looked almost disappointed. I edged my eyes over to the camera and watched as realisation hit.

“Oh that! I forgot we were filming,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I can always edit out anything you don’t feel comfortable with keeping in. It’s no big deal.”

I smiled at his gentleman nature.

“In fact,” he continued. “I might just end the video on us leaning in, just to see the comments go crazy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his contagious, juvenile excitement.

“Can we get food now, for real?” He pleaded with me and I smiled.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Interruptions ( Lin x Reader )

Request: okay, reader gets pregnant and is about to tell lin, but then something bad happens in lins life and he rants to reader, so shes like “okay, maybe i’ll put this off a little bit longer. no problem.” and so they try again, but there’s another problem, and there’s just always something preventing her from telling him and the bump is starting to show up and she’s getting more and more impatient and then finally there’s just like “LISTEN ! THIS EGGO IS PREGGO" -Anon

Warnings: curse words, pregnancy(?), vomiting.

Word count: 1,146

a/n: I took a break from writing after that week long write-a-thon haha. Anyways, I am back with MORE FICS. The next part of A Lovely Situation should be coming out sooooon. Enjoy this, and request anything!



You stared at the little stick that you held in your hands. Two lines. Positive. Oh my god. You couldn’t believe it, you and Lin had been trying for months, and all the tests were always negative. You never thought this day would actually come. You were actually, pregnant! How were you going to tell Lin? You stood up from the bathtub, ran to the kitchen and rummaged through the clutter on the counter, looking for your phone. Eventually, you found it and began to call Lin within a second, after 2 rings, he picked up.

“Hello, hello, hello honey. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Lin always sang that whenever you called him, and every time it made you giggle.

“Heya Lin, where are you right now?” You questioned, you couldn’t wait to find him and tell him to good news.

“I’m at the Richard Rodgers rehearsing. Whyyy?”

“Well I’m going to pop by!”

“Can you get me a snack? Please please please baby.” He whined in a playful tone.

“Of course, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

With that, you threw on a jacket and headed out to Lin’s favourite cafe. You smiled to every stranger you saw. You were pregnant, and you wanted to tell everybody. After a few minutes of waking, you reached the cafe and ordered a coffee with one cream, five sugars and a cheese toasty that Lin seemed to like.

When you arrived at the Richard Rodgers, the cast was just finishing one of your favourite songs, Yorktown.

“The world turned upside down!”

You squealed in excitement and clapped your hands.

“Ha! (Y/N) you look like a little kid!” Shouted Oak.

“Oak! Quit teasing her!” Lin tapped Oak and ran over to you, embracing you in a warm, tight hug. He loosened the hug and gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

“Hey honey.” His nose was touching yours.

“Hey Lin.” You smiled as the cast were shouting at the pair of you.

“Get a room you two!” Pippa exclaimed as she ran to her dressing room.

Lin realised you were still holding his coffee and toasty and took them out of your hands before kissing your cheek to thank you.

“Yes! Cheese Toasty!”

You glanced behind you to the stage and saw that it was empty. Taking a deep breath you held Lin’s free hand. He tilted his head and looked at you curiously, taking a bite of the food.

“Lin, I have to tell you somethi-”

Before you could tell him, you were rudely interrupted by Daveed.

“Hey Lin! Jav needs something from you!” He shouted.

“Oh okay I’m coming. Oh (Y/N) what were you going to say?” Lin asked you as he took another bite of his toasty.

“It can wait,” you told him as you realised maybe this wasn’t the right time to tell him.

“I love you, I’ll see you in a bit.”

You sat there and beamed a smile at him as he went over to the dressing rooms. Swiftly, you walked onto the stage, admiring the set as you looked up to the ceiling. Renée surprised you by walking up to you.

“Beautiful, right?”

Nodding your head you looked at your watch and it was 05:27PM and an idea popped into your head. “Hey, can you tell Lin I’m heading back home to cook some dinner?”

“Sure! I’ll see you soon (Y/N).”

“You too!” You said as quickly made your way home.

You arrived at the homely apartment you shared with Lin and you knew exactly how you were going to tell him. You started off by preparing his favourite food, chicken nuggets and potato chips. After an hour of slaving in the kitchen, all the food was laid out on the table with a few candles to set the mood. You heard Lin’s keys jingle at the door so in excitement you ran towards him as he came through. You put your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist.

Lin gasped. “Chicken nuggets? Really baby? Oh I love you so much right now.”

“So you’re saying you don’t love me so much all the time?” You replied smirking

“Such a smart ass.” He laughed. “I can’t wait to eat the chi-”

The ringing of his phone interrupted him, causing him to flinch and grab his phone from his pocket, giving off an apologetic look on his face.

“Hello Alex!”
“A new addition?”
“You want me to hear it now?”
“Are you sure?”
“Fine fine.”

Lin hung up the phone, a sad expression took over his face.

“I gotta meet up with Alex, sorry baby for ruining our special dinner.”

Instead of frowning you grinned. “It’s okay! You can have it for lunch tomorrow!”

“Bye (Y/N)!”

As soon as Lin walked out the door a weird feeling hit your stomach. Oh fuck. You ran to the bathroom quickly and kneeled in front of the toilet as you hurled. This was one of the things you didn’t want to experience during your pregnancy. Ever. Yet again, another interruption was made, denying you from telling Lin about the baby you both had created. You stood up, flushed the toilet and went over to the sink to splash some water on your face. You suddenly didn’t feel like eating anymore so you put all the food in the fridge and went to bed. Your tummy still feeling weird.

The next morning, you opened your eyes as the morning sun was rising. You breathed out and smiled, you knew today would be a good day. Lin was by your side, facing you as his arms were wrapped around you. Maybe you would tell him when he woke up. You moved a little and Lin instantly woke up, you knew this meant that he didn’t get that much sleep.

“Heyo Old man Miranda.”

He laughed at this. “Mornin’ love of my life. What time is it?”

You raised your head up to look at the clock on the wall.

“It’s quarter past seven, so quite early.”

Lin bolted up and ran to the wardrobe which shook you. “Shit I’m gonna be late”
he shouted as he put his clothes on.

You took a deep breath and shouted “LISTEN. THIS EGGO, IS PREGGO!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned his body to face you, wide eyed. “No. No!NO fucking way. S-Screw the interview!” He uttered as he jumped onto the bed beside you and hugged you. Tears of sheer joy were brimming his eyes. “I-I’m going to be a daddy! You’re going to be a mommy!” His face was close to yours now.

“We’re going to be parents Lin.” You said as your voice broke.

You let go of you and put his face to your stomach, lifting your shirt up.

“Our legacy” he whispered.

“Our legacy” you repeated.

Jughead Jones x Reader: This Isn’t Goodbye


Hi, I love your writing! Can you please do one where the reader have been friends with the group for ages and actually set up Jughead and Betty up together… and then after they’re dating the reader realizes that she’s actually in love with Jughead but it’s too late? Something super fluffy and sad! The ending is up to you whether they get together or not.

A/N: Okay sorry for being gone quite a while. I thought I was going to get to relax and write a bunch and I was sadly mistaken. My mental health took a toll and some of my family decided to move back to my house so it’s not a calm as I would like it to be. Anyways I hope I did the requestors justice and that you guys like this. I know I’m behind on requests sorry babes.

Words: 1623

Summary: Reader sets Jughead and Betty thinking it will help her get over Jug.


Warnings: I don’t think so.

You and Jughead had been two peas in a pod since as long as you could remember. The two of you against the world. Soon you two would meet a ginger and a blonde and the square would be complete. Then the square met Kevin and soon Veronica and the square became a circle and finally met its end. The last pieces completed the puzzle.

It was your sophomore year in High School and all of you were inseparable.

You never realized that the one thing you thought would bring you happiness would utterly destroy you.

You wanted him to be happy and he was, so what was the problem?

She wasn’t you, and you were too late.

You were very different from Betty and Veronica. They rose to occasion becoming River Vixens and the guys drooled at a glimpse of them.

You had seen the stares Jughead starting giving the blonde, he was your best friend you had to do something.

You preferred jeans to cheer skirts any day.

You preferred Quentin Tarantino over Gossip.

You preferred Jughead over loneliness.  


You set Betty and Jughead up and they hit it off.

Why were you being so weird about them?

The more Jughead was with Betty the less he was with you and that didn’t bother you until now.

At first it was all okay, it was the same except for the countless kisses Jughead and Betty would give each other. He tried his best to be there for both of you when Betty got a kiss he’d peck your cheek, you’d roam the halls together his two girls at his side.

The times he was with you one of the most famous topics was now Betty and how he had such an amazing time with her. He realized he was being one of those guys so to compensate you actually got to wear the beanie which was a game-changer not even Bets got to wear it.

He seemed happy, but if it wasn’t for that night then you would probably wouldn’t have acknowledged your feelings.

The anniversary of when you both met came about, you would always separate from the group and celebrate it. The first stop was Pops, second the Drive-In, and lastly a walk near Sweetwater River ending in your special place.

Until you waited at Pops for an hour and a half and he didn’t show. You proceeded to go to the drive-in maybe he just caught up with something. The movie finished. The tears tried to escape your eyes and he wouldn’t even answer his phone.

Ever since Betty things became so different between the two of you. Sure Jughead tried his best to hang with you, but you were tired of the compensations you just wanted him to be there. You never thought that you and Jughead would be the type of friendship that would drift apart.

You started towards your spot at Sweetwater River hoping that maybe he was there. That spot you two cherished so much that nobody knew anything about.

Greatly he was there, but he had a visitor. The tears finally escaped your eyes. No one knew, you both swore you’d never tell anyone about it. You ran away, hoping they didn’t hear or see you.

You heart broke, how could he? He chose his girlfriend over his best friend, he exposed something that at least you held so dear to your heart.

You had gotten some news and maybe they were for the best as you missed the next few days of school. Wishing that your feelings would go away, except after that day what broke you the most was that Jughead didn’t even bother to reach out about missing your special day.

You ignored any messages that came from your circle. Then it hit you it finally hit you. You would be leaving your circle soon and thus there would be a missing piece. All of you were so cheesy about your circle about never leaving, never disconnecting. It wasn’t until Jughead not showing up and completely forgetting about you that made you see that some connections don’t last forever.


“Have any of you guys seen (Y/N)?” Ronnie announced at the cafeteria.

“No, she doesn’t answer my texts” Kevin added.

“Do you think she’s sick? We should go see her” Archie continued as the couple arrived at the table.

“What are you guys talking about?” Betty asked

“(Y/N)” The other three declared in sync.

“Has anyone seen or heard from her?” the raven haired spoke with worry in her eyes.

“Shit” was all Jughead said as he arose from the table and told them he’d report back later.


There was a knock at your door, you ignored it as your father answered the door.

“Oh Juggie” your father pulled him into a hug “I sure am gonna miss you.”

“What’s with the boxes sir?” Jughead questioned your father.

“Didn’t (Y/N/N) tell you? My company is transferring me to California” your father answered Jughead in shock “Well I think you best go talk to her then.”

“Dad I think I’m going to need more tape” you spoke thinking it was your father that entered your room.

“What the hell (Y/N/N)? You’re moving and you didn’t bother to tell any of us!” Jughead was fuming.

“Didn’t think it mattered” you spoke coldly looking him in the eyes.

“Look I’m sorry about missing our special day, I completely forgot” your heart sank.

“Of course you did” you grew angry.

“I really am sorry, I was with Betty, and she needed me” Jughead added.

“I NEEDED YOU!” a single tear escaped your left eye “I knew I was moving, I was hoping that at least we’d have one last celebration as best friends, and you were nowhere, until I found you.”

Jughead froze, he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“You took her to our special spot, you forgot about me, that’s was it Jug, I’m moving; starting new” you closed up one of your boxes.

“We can all still talk” Jughead countered.

“Wow you’re not even sorry for taking her there?” he avoided your gaze.

“It’s just a spot” he challenged.

“Just a spot” you repeated.

“Why are you acting like this (Y/N/N)? You set me and Betty up what the problem?” the beanie loving boy oblivious about your feelings.

“The problem is- The- there is no problem Juggie not anymore” you continued packing up some of your things.

“Obviously there is or you wouldn’t be ignoring all of us” Jughead’s voice was soft.

“I- I am happy for you Jug, I’m happy you got the girl. I just wish you’d remember me” you didn’t tell him you liked him there was no point in doing so you were moving and he was happy.

Jughead went up to you and gave you a tight hug, a hug you wished would fix everything, a hug you wish would’ve lasted longer.

“I like you Jug” you spoke softly “I thought setting you up with a girl you liked would help me get over my best friend, but it just made things worse for me” you pulled away.

“You showed her our special spot, I couldn’t do it anymore” you avoided eye contact “moving away was now my perfect escape from the crap that is Riverdale.”

“It’s not all crap” he reached for your hand.

“You’re writing about the death of a kid killed in cold blood by his father Jug” he chuckled at your comment.

“I’m sorry about forgetting our day, and for showing Betty our spot” you let go of his hand.

“Why’d you break that promise? Why’d you show her?” you wanted an answer.

“She found out her parents were getting a divorce. I had nowhere else to take her for us to just be alone” he answered truthfully.

“What?! Jug that’s a cost for celebration! Hal Cooper is the worst I wouldn’t have minded her joining us if I would’ve known” you exulted you never were a fan of her father.

“(Y/N) that’s her father, the man who raised her” Jughead nodded disapprovingly.

“Dude’s shady ass fuck Jug, that’s your father-in-law divorce or not so I guess you have to pretend to like him, anyway a ‘hey can’t make it’ text would’ve gone a long way instead of well this, but then again you said you forgot” you sat in your bed.

“I really am sorry, there aren’t enough words to say I am sorry” he lamented.

“That’s a shock coming from Riverdale’s finest writer” you chuckled.

“I really like her (Y/N)” he assured his feelings.

“I know Jug, you’re my best friend I know you” you sighed “do me a favor though?” you asked.

“What?” he breathed.

“Don’t tell her, I don’t want to make things weird, plus I bet I’m gonna meet somebody in California” you both chuckled at your last comment.

“I promise only if you actually try and keep in touch” he concluded.

“I wouldn’t break our circle even if I tried Jug, all of you mean too much to me. Plus my dad I agreed I can come back on breaks and stay with my grandparents.” You two hugged one more time before you broke the news to your circle.


Your last day was full of tears and laughs as you gave your circle a last hug.

“I’m coming back for breaks you guys let me breath” you giggled.

“I think she said tighter” Archie shouted and they all hugged you tighter and you knew this move was going to be hard, but it was for the best at the moment and you’d keep in contact with the best people in your life.

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macdennis, it’s summer. the a/c is broken. den has strep/tonsillitis and is uncomfy and whiny

(what up my friends i was cursed with a nasty bout of tonsillitis last june and it has returned!!!! so naturally, i’m transferring my pain onto dennis)


It’s absurdly hot in Philly for early June. It’s upwards of ninety degrees and the humidity is a solid forty percent. The bar would be the perfect cool, dry sanctuary, but unfortunately a burst pipe has flooded the place. A crew is currently draining the water, and then a second crew is coming to assess damage and future protection.

After the pool fiasco of 2010, as well as the 2016 bloodbath at the water park, Dennis has been turned off of any public or private pool. Instead, he’s elected to stay inside the apartment. And that would be all fine and dandy if their A/C hadn’t just completely shit on them. Mac is god knows where with Charlie, and Dennis has called him five times now. When he is once again greeted with Mac’s voicemail, Dennis calmly sets down his phone and then screams at the top of his lungs.

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Don’t Tempt Me

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

“Ok I’m told you write dat good smut. Smut it up! Not gonna lie it was hard to find smutty prompts on this list. I know you love flirty pain in the ass boys and i love your banter so cocky/flirty killer-b? 26, 29, 35, 39. Whichever you can make work.”

26. I didn’t know you could do that!

29. Don’t tempt me.

35. Are you… in love with me?

39. I think we should have a sleepover.

(From this prompt list)

A/N: My first Bucky smut thanks to @imhereforbvcky I told you not to get your hopes up though so let me just remind you of that fact. I had an idea for number 39 but it just didn’t feel right with this reader so I couldn’t get it in, sorry.

Warnings: Language, smut

Words: 2841

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

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Dog!Dean Days

Paring: Dog!Dean x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: swearing (felt like it gave some flavor

Request: Could you write a plus size reader x dog!dean and like dean gets turnedinto a large dog by a witch and Y/N and dean like each other and it’s fluffywhile he’s a dog but someone like is mean about Y/N’s weight and dean like growls or bites? Fluff pls.

 A/N: I actually really like this and for the person that requested this, please tell me if I did good or not with this. I’m kind of nervous and can totally rewrite it, if you want! BTW this is my first ever one shot where one of the characters get turns into a animal. OH! and feel free to send in requests, you guys always have the greatest ideas!!

           You wake to the sound of loud barking echoing through the halls of the bunker. Pushing yourself up from your bed the soft blankets fall off your chest and land in your lap as you hold your dying head in hands. Your head pounded against your skull from last night’s celebratory round of drinks with the boys. The three of you had successfully finished a hunt, killing a witch that was murdering any woman who came in contact with her cheating husband. At first, you understood where  she was coming from, there may or not have been a time where you had to burn a scumbag boyfriend’s clothes, but killing anyone who had breasts that he ever met was never on your list of revenge.

           Barking still filled the bunker and you cover your ears with your cold hands, trying anything to stop your head from hurting even more. Suddenly your shut eyes snap open when realization hits you. You don’t have a dog. The barking stops almost as quickly and you glance up staring at the half opened door to your bedroom. Only to see it be pushed open by an invisible stranger, soft sounds like paws clicking against the floor of your room enters and it soon started to feel like the first five minutes to every horror movie you had ever seen.

           Your hand moves behind you careful to only inch slowly underneath your pillow for the knife you kept hidden under there. You grip the hilt of the blade as a mess of dark fur jumps up onto the bed and what you see next makes you want to blush from embarrassment. It was just a dog. A big, shaggy, adorable dog and one that was now making itself comfortable at the foot of your bed.

“Sam! Dean!” You cry out warily and push the rest of the blankets off of you and stand up. The cold air hits your bare legs, the plaid boxers and Zeppelin t-shirt not doing much to keep you warm and you wrap your arms around yourself. The dog lifts its head to look at you, worry almost seeming to flash in its dark bead like eyes. Sam soon comes rushing in; himself also dressed in his standard night ware, panic masking his disheveled and tired expression.

“Y/N, what—“ He stops when his eyes trail over to where the dog now laid nonchalantly.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Sam?” You ask him, your hand gesturing towards the dog that had now started to chew on the comforter.

“What? It’s not mine!” He reacts defensively,

“Well, it’s certainly not mine! You’re the one always going on and on about wanting a dog!”

“Dean would kill me if I even brought the smell of a dog inside the Impala, why would I get one?”

           You were at a loss for words, it was true. Dean Winchester was not a dog fan especially when it came to his baby, the Impala.

“Well, where did it come from then?” Sam then almost looks like a light bulb went off in his head and grabs a quarter off of your dresser, walking slowly over towards the dog. It was a solid five seconds before you realized he was testing if the mutt was actually a shapeshifter. You blamed not thinking of this sooner on your grogginess. He stands up reluctantly, after brushing the silver coin against the fur of the dog.

“Well, it’s not a shifter.” You sat down next to the dog as Sam speaks and you pet the mysterious mutt for the first time.


“Hey, Sam have you seen Dean?” You call out as you walk into the kitchen, seeing Sam feed a piece of bacon to the dog.

“Actually I haven’t. S’pose he’s still in his room?” He replies as the dog finishes off the bacon from Sam’s fingertips.

“Doesn’t sound like him,” You respond in passing and Sam gets up from his seat.

“Nothing has been sounding like him since the mark.” The reminder hits you hard. The Mark of Cain, the bane of your existence. Never did you wish something hadn’t ever been thought of. It was not more what it did to Dean but what it made him think of himself after. That he was some kind of monster. That he didn’t deserve to be saved. But how you knew he was wrong. He was the only man you’d ever known to be more deserving then to be helped, to be saved.

“Y/N?” Sam asks knocking you out of your thoughts, you reply with a quick huh before sitting on the same chair Sam was previously in. “I said I was going to go check on him.”

“Oh, okay. Tell him to get his sweet ass here before I kick it, will ya?”

“Sure thing,” He laughs out his response, leaving you alone with the furry mutt and you roughly pet him (something Sam found out). You put your hands under the dogs face, pulling it gently to look at you and say,

“Your gonna love Dean, don’t worry he can be a little rough around the edges at first but he’s a good guy under all that.” You pet him on the top of his head and say, “I promise,” for extra effect. Your eyes wander to the plate of bacon next to you and you’re almost tempted to grab a bite of one but quickly push the thought away. You had not been happy with how you look recently, more specially your weight and have been trying to stick to the strict diet Sam gave you, but one can only eat rabbit food for so long. And you felt like you weren’t even losing any weight, all this dieting did was remind you why you were doing it. You look over to the happy dog and pat him softly on the head, and it nuzzles its nose in the palm of your hand. Almost making you forget about your worries.

           It wasn’t long till you heard Sam, clumsily run into the kitchen, his hand clutching what you assumed to be one of Dean’s jackets.

“Hey, what’s wr—“ You ask but are cut off as you stand to be on the same level as the worried Winchester, even though he’s a good foot taller.

“I don’t think we killed the witch.” He blurts out,

“Yeah right, I stabbed that bitch myself.”

“Well, that must not have killed her. Look!” Sam’s hand goes flying into the side pocket of Dean’s jacket, pulling out an old hex bag.

“Shit.” You breathe out,

“And I think I know where that dog came from.” You look at him, your mind still caught in knots in how the witch wasn’t dead, “this is some kind of changing hex. I think it might’ve, you know changed Dean into…”

“Wait.” You stop him, “you’re saying this witch turned him into a dog?” Suddenly a loud bark comes from behind you and both Sam and you turn to look at the animal wagging its tail.

“Uh, I’d take that as a yes.” Sam says and you can’t help but burst into loud laughter causing the dog—Dean, to bare his teeth.


Two days. Two days and Dean was still a dog, and you and Sam still were not any closer to finding the witch. You both had sat uncomfortably surrounded by books, anything to find how to reverse the spell and Dean was not making it easy. With his constant barking and growling and it was more than once you or Sam had remind him you guys couldn’t actually understand him. But it wasn’t all bad; in fact you almost liked Dean better this way especially when he would sleep at the edge of your bed butterflies would dance inside your stomach, but you still missed the old Dean. The one where you could stare into his bright green eyes all day, the whole situation was just really confusing.

           After the third time, Dean had barked loud and continually Sam slammed his book shut causing you to jump back in response.

“Dean, would you just shut up?” He yells towards Dean and he gave a couple mocking barks in response. Sam turns his head towards you, his eyes pleading and you give a large sigh before slapping your hands on the table and pulling yourself up.

“Hey boy!” You say to Dean, over exaggerating the dog talk, “How about we go for a walk?” You could almost swear you saw Dean’s infamous bitch face but was soon overshadowed by the wagging of his brown tail.


           The hot sun cascades in brilliant yellow rays as you walk Dean down the grey sidewalk, passing shop by shop and you were quickly regretting ever taking him. Every time a relatively attractive woman would pass by, Dean would tug on the leash you had on him and watch the girls saunter away. And every time you felt your heart sink and the strong urge to whack his nose with a rolled up newspaper. Suddenly, you feel another tug from Dean and you were two steps away from yelling at him to quit it when you looked up to see the local bar. Everything clicking into place, you refrain from saying anything but instead kneel down so you’re eye level with best friend.

“Sorry Dean-o,” you tell him, looking at his dark eyes only making you miss his bright green ones more, “sign says no dogs aloud.”

           Dean’s head looks past your shoulder to see the white sheet of paper the said in bright red letters, “NO DOGS” and his face falls. All of a sudden, soft shade blocks the sun from your face and you look up to see three girls, all in tight tank tops to over accentuate their breasts standing above you.

“If you would kindly move your fat ass that would be great,” the tallest of the three said, looking judging towards you. You stand up, leaving Dean to sit on the hot pavement and stare at the three.

“Excuse me?” You ask them, generously giving the girl a chance to change what she said before you’d knock out her perfect teeth.

“I told you to get you ugly, fat ass out of the way. Your blocking everyone with your huge love handles.” She says again and her words hit you, hard and it takes you longer to respond. Her friends looked smug at your silence.

“I’m sorry, did she hurt your feelings?” The only brunette of the three girls ask, patronizingly slow but when she doesn’t think her words hit home she adds, “Is giganticor gonna cry?” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and that’s when Dean jumps to his paws and growls angrily towards them, baring his teeth and snapping wildly.

“Would you take control of your dog?!” One of them freaks but that almost seems to spure Dean on and he barks even louder, causing at least two to shriek in girlish yelps. You grab on your leash pulling him back to try and stop him.

“Dean!” You yell over him and his angered fit suddenly stops as his head lifts up to look at you. You mouth, its okay before pulling him away and leaving the frightened trio. When you’re a safe distance away you kneel back down to look at him.

“What the hell was that for, Dean?!” His eyes flash with concern and a soft cry comes from the back of his throat and your voice lowers from angry.

           “Hey, that was nice what you did back there, but I can take it. I’m a big girl; I tie my own shoes and everything. I don’t need you looking out for me.” He places a brown paw on your bended knee and smile warmly to him knowing what Dean would probably be saying right now. Suddenly, of what the three bitches were saying comes rushing back to you and your heart sinks a little bit more. It was more that they said those things in front of Dean, the man you had been madly in love with for a year and a half. As you stand up, you can’t help but mutter under your breath, “it’s not like they didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

           You were so caught up in the mess of thoughts you missed the sad look of adorable dog that was Dean Winchester.


           You wake the next day, but not to the soft press of fur between your skin and comfortable blankets but instead to strong arms and the strong smell of old dog. You open your eyes to find Dean’s arms wrapped firmly around you, his body pressed behind you as his face lay in the crook of your neck. He was back! He was normal!…..He was practically spooning you. The thought hits you and you have to refrain from gasping. Suddenly you hear the sound of your phone buzz harshly against the top of your nightstand. You reach for it careful not to stir Dean from his slumber.

1 message. Shown against the screen and you clicked it open. Sam sent you text, short and sweet. Found the witch last night when you were walking Dean, was hiding in some abandoned apartment, is he normal?

You smile and quickly reply with a yes but before you could hit send Dean shifted against you, you could feel his lips move along the back of your neck when he spoke.

“You’re beautiful, okay? You got that?”

           You place the phone back on the nightstand and turn yourself around so you were facing him. His eyes were filled with sincerity and you unwillingly smile towards him.

“I got it.” You respond he smiles back, even though you didn’t believe a word he was saying you knew that he at least believed it. And that made all the difference. The man of your dreams believed you were beautiful.

“Good. I was worried I was gonna have to go into some long chick flick speech to convince you. You just need to not worry what those bitches said, I think your beautiful and you should too.”

           His words made tears well up in your eyes and you quickly try to laugh it away.

“So, I guess being a dog made you quite the insightful one.” You joke and he smiles, pushing away a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, insightful and full, I had no clue how much a dog can actually eat. I was seriously always hungry!” You both laugh at his comment, letting the morning wash over you. Your phone buzzing with worried texts from Sam, since you never really got back to replying, but to be honest you couldn’t hear him over yours and Dean’s laughter.

Finally- Sidney Crosby (Mom and Dad part two)

Originally posted by sidmalkin

Ok so I got a couple of requests for part two to the Sid Mom and Dad imagine so here I am with part two! Of course we have the Flyers vs Penguins rivalry to spark things! I hope you guys like it! Up next: Miles Wood for smut fans or Tom Wilson for everyone!

Warning: cussing

Anon Request: Hey! The Sidney Crosby imagine was so great (like all of your writing)! I was wondering if you would consider doing a part 2 to it where they have to confront the whole mom and dad thing and their feelings as well. Thank you!!!

And: Ohhhh my gosh can I just be one of the likely many people to ask for another part to the Crosby Mom + Dad imagine?! It was so cute 😊😊


              Ok tonight was the night.

              You were finally going to talk to Sid.

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Penny For a Cup- Part 3

Masterlist Here!
Part One Here
Part Two Here

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean
Warnings: fluff, light swearing, little bit of angst, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU
Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is.
A/N: Part four will be up soon! A link to my ask inbox is below if you want to leave any feedback:) 
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Meeting the Avengers family; Chris Evans x teen reader

This request was my first ever Chris Evans request that I had ever written. I hope you guys enjoy it, not really any warnings except for utter teeth rotting fluffiness, sparks of first romance and the Three Leaders of Team Cap picking on a small Tom Holland. 

Originally posted by cevansnews


It was the beginning of May and my dad Chris Evans and I have just arrived at the first location spot for the upcoming Avengers: Infinity War film. Now I have been to all the premieres and heck I have all the DVD’s but I’ve never once gotten the chance to go with my dad to see him on set as Captain America (I blame school for that) but now since I’ve finished my finals and am currently done with school, I have bargained with my dad to allow me to go with him on set to see Avengers: Infinity War and here we are now.

“Okay (n/n) we’re here” my dad said as he patted my knee which made me take out my earbuds and shut my music off and I got out of the car with him and we were guided by some of the Marvel staff into the studio where we were welcomed by the entire cast and crew that were there.

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Voltron College AU

Okay okay so thank you to everyone who read and who reblogged my last Voltron fic. I’m honestly so flattered I can’t even tell you.

Shiro was currently the RA at his college, and he loved it and all of his residents. He loved having all these people to help navigate through college, and he made it a point to check in with each resident at least once a week.

As much as he loved his job, sometimes it sucked pretty bad.

Like during cold and flu season.

This one was a pretty bad one that hit the student population hard. A lot (read: most) of the other RAs had been struck down, which meant he was covering for them as the RA on call.

There were six others, and they all rotated their on call nights. This meant that there was usually only one night a week he worked from midnight to six am. Unfortunately, since it was only Shiro and Hunk who managed to stay healthy, he had been already been on call for four days, from Friday to Monday, and still had one more night to go.

They weren’t calm shifts, either. Colds and flus were notoriously awful at night, so he spent his time going from dorm to dorm, checking on his sick residents. Lance and Keith had the worst of it, between the high fevers and the awful, awful congestion (in both their head and chest) and he spent most of his time tending to them and making sure they didn’t end up in the emergency room.

So, between all that, and trying to stay on top of his classwork, by Monday evening, he was wiped out and in desperate need of some sleep. He was so tired, his eyes were burning and his entire body felt like it had been replaced with lead. It was an exhaustion that even four cups of coffee (with extra shots of espresso) couldn’t touch.

Shiro had developed an awful, throbbing headache that was threatening to morph into a migraine. There was pressure behind his eyes and in his temples, and the only reprieve he got was when he closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to the cool surface of the desk. He couldn’t do so for long, because it was two in the morning, and he was still on call (and that position just made it even more tempting to fall asleep, which he couldn’t do for four more hours).

Part of him was hoping for another busy night, as exhausted as he was, it would distract him from how heavy his eyelids felt, and how much his head was bothering him.

Finally, six am rolled around and the moment Hunk walked through the door, Shiro was on his feet and mumbling out a tired greeting.

“Dude, you’re lookin’ really rough. Are you alright?”

“Just tired.” He mumbled, shooting him a crooked, sleepy smile. “It’s been a long weekend.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Go get some sleep. Pidge and Evan are both better. They’ll be able to work today and tomorrow.”

Shiro ran a hand over his face and then rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank God. Alright, I’m gonna go. Bye, man.”

Shiro walked on legs that felt like jello to Lance and Keith’s dorm and knocked on the door.  

The door swung open to reveal Keith, who looked a little tired and pale, but much better than the past few days.

“Hey, guys.”

“Shiro!” Lance cried happily from his bed, which sent him into a chesty sounding coughing fit.

Shiro grimaced. “That still sounds bad, Lance.”

Lance rolled his eyes, flopping back against the pillows. “I mean, it feels pretty awesome. You should try it.”

Shiro chuckled lightly. “How are you guys doing?”

“We’re better.” Keith rasped, his voice nearly gone. “No fevers since yesterday afternoon.”

“Good, good.” Shiro mumbled absentmindedly, another wall of exhaustion hitting him. “Do you guys need anything before I go?”

“Yeah.” Keith nodded.

“Hmm?” Shiro asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“I need for you to go lie down before you keel over.”

“Yeah, you seriously look like shit.” Lance said, coming up behind Keith, coughing lightly.

“Are you sick?”

Shiro shook his head, and then promptly squeezed his eyes shut when the room started spinning. “No…no, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

“Okay…well go sleep.” Keith said, his tone dripping with skepticism.


Shiro rolled over with a groan, his head pounding. His entire body no longer felt like lead - his limbs still felt heavy but they had taken on more of an achiness. He was SO achey, and the room that was once cool, now felt sweltering. The fans he had pointed at him were making zero difference to how hot it was, and it was making him nauseous. His throat hurt, too. It felt raw, and each time he swallowed, it felt like someone had shoved knives down his throat.

Tears sprang to his eyes. He didn’t feel well.

He knew he should get up and have some medicine, water, and check his temperature (judging by how warm his face and neck felt against his hands), but he was just too exhausted and felt too weak to get up.

The symptoms had all hit in a matter of hours, starting the moment that he got into bed.

Shiro let out a trio of congested sneezes, which caused his sinuses to fill up, and he groaned in discomfort.

He pulled his phone out, dialing the RAs phone.

“RA on duty, Hunk speaking.” Hunk said cheerily.

“Hunk.” Shiro rasped, coughing lightly.

“Damn, you caught the plague, too?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled tiredly.

“Well, shit. Uh, I have a whole line of residents who need me. I’ll try to be there soon though. Please don’t die.”

“No promises.”

“Just try to rest, yeah?”

“‘Kay…thanks, Hunk.”

“No problem. Gotta go.”

Shiro must have drifted to sleep, because the next thing he was aware of was a pounding on his door.

“Shiro!” He heard Lance’s muffled voice through the door.

“Shiro, open up!” Keith cried.

He forced himself out of bed, shivering as he walked to the door and opened it.

“Lance?” He croaked, looking at his resident bleary-eyed.

“Shit, Hunk was right.” Lance said, placing a cool hand on his forehead as Keith gently pushed him back to bed. “He’s BOILING, Keith.”

“I know, I can feel it through his shirt.”

“What’re you guys doing here?” Shiro mumbled, climbing under his covers.

“Hunk was worried. He said you sounded like you were dying and he wanted someone to check on you. I thought he was being dramatic but he wasn’t.”

“I don’t feel well.” He whimpered.

“I know.” Keith sighed, putting a hand on Shiro’s back as he curled into himself coughing.

Lance appeared with some medicine. “Take this and then go to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Shiro swallowed the medicine and nodded, his eyelids drooping as he drifted to sleep.