not my gif but she looks awesome


My friend Moira link me to this fashion zelda zine  some cool peeps are organizing, and it made me weep, my two fave things in one?? #blessed :> Because of it thought of a modern AU Zelink *^* Wish Moira and me luck for us to get a spot on that awesome zine which opens apps on Sept 4th if anyone is also interested!

i invite you to examine the offended dignity in mamoru’s posture. HE HEARD LUNA TALK AND USAGI IS LYING ABOUT IT TO HIS FACE. what the hell else is going on in his head? i mean other than the fact that…    

“she’s a terrible liar and has an awesome secret. it can’t possibly be that she’s not admitting it because i’m wearing a tuxedo in the afternoon – after all, that should be MORE proof that she should be able to tell me, because if i’m the kind of person who wears a tuxedo in the afternoon, then probably nobody’s going to believe me if i go around saying a cat can talk. and besides!! i lowered my voice and everything!! i’m not making a scene about it! SHE is!”    

look at his shoulders getting all hunched up and his arms straightening and his chin jutting out and his eyebrows getting even scowlier.  

“she can’t POSSIBLY be running away and lying because i’m making a scary face, right? my face is not scary, it’s very pretty and even old ladies and other male model hobbyists tell me so. also there is all this blushing. even she blushed!! ugh, people, how do i even people, life is hard and my classy honesty is underappreciated.”   

“Lena and Kara have such amazing relationship™  …Katie McgraD (Mcgrath) is awesome.. and perfect for the part.”

She starts talking about Lena/Katie at 4:49

The audio sucks but, guysssss look at her!  (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Anddddd that’s probably why I heard Katie McGrad or is it Melissa?? idk  

Edit: so she did say it right lmao sorry! I’d edit it, but my lazy ass won’t let me… So yeah! SORRY!!! :)

Song Imagine: Just A Friend To You // Megan Trainer

Request: Tyler or josh x reader based on the song ‘just a friend to you’ by Meghan trainor ? ❤️❤️❤️

Why you gotta hug me
Like that every time you see me?

Why you always making me laugh
Swear you’re catching feelings

Tyler Joseph is the most annoying person you have ever met. His stupid face and his stupid hair and his stupid voice and his stupid everything.

And you and your stupid emotions had to go and fall for him. For your brother’s best friend. For your best friend.

Everything is just so stupid.

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One Shot: You and Y/F/N go to a club for your birthday and run into Lucky where things get VERY heated…


As if on cue, the bouncer checked off our names on the list and stepped aside, opening the doors to this millionaire’s club.  The bass was shaking my body now and I avoided eye contact with the bouncer as I shuffled inside behind Y/F/N.
Holy shit.
And I mean holy shit.
The mass of people was actually ridiculous, and I held back a choke as multiple men grazed my butt in their attempts to pass us.  I could barely even see the floor.  In the flashing strobe lights I made out brick walls with various pieces of modern art, probably worth more than my tuition, casually flung on at vicarious angles.  The staircase that led to the roof was metal, and I think I could make out the bar in the back.  Yup, definitely a bar.  The whole back wall was a glass display case of every type of liquor known to man.  It was like industrial meets modern.
And I was like a deer in the headlights.  Y/F/N nudged me.  I turned to her clueless.  She shouted something, but I couldn’t hear over the deafening techno music.  “WHAT?!” I shouted.  Y/F/N came closer and put her mouth up to my ear.  “HOW DOES OUR LIL LEGAL Y/N LIKE IT?!” She screamed.
“NOT A CLUB STUPID,” Y/F/N yelled, raising her eyebrows and swaying her hips to the music.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?  WHAT…” I looked at Y/F/N who had the guiltiest and giddiest grin on her face.  
“I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE KNOWN THIS TO BE THE FAVORITE CLUB OF A CERTAIN” – a man pushed her and she hobbled on you for support – “LUCKY CELEBRITY.”
“SHUT UP!” If this was who I thought it was…
“LUCKY BLUE SMITH IS IN THE BUILDING, I REPEAT-” I cut off Y/F/N’s rant by enveloping her in a giant hug.  
“HOLY CRAP GUYS.” Y/F/N laughed at my once again shocked expression.
I quickly grabbed Y/F/N’s hand and we started making our way towards the center of the club, aiming for the huge crystal chandelier that was dangerously swinging in the middle of the ceiling.  On the way there, a sweaty body knocked into us, forcing our hands apart, but when I looked back she was still there.  Y/F/N smiled a reassuring smile, nodding her head forward to keep me moving.  Good.  
I praised the Lord for giving me hips.  Not only because they are ‘sexy af’ (Y/F/N’s words, not mine), but turns out they’re great in forcefully knocking people out of the way through crowds that keep getting denser.  I started to feel sweat from other bodies slick itself onto my skin and I tried not to gag, but we were so close.  Eh, close enough.  
I stopped suddenly.  This seemed like a good spot.  And it would have to be.  Because a semi-circle of tall, buff men all had their backs towards me, and they did not look like they were going to be swayed aside with the force of curves alone.  As a plus, their blockade created a little more space.  
“HOW’S THIS?” I shouted and turned to find –
Strangers.  No Y/F/N.  Shit where did she go?!  I used my height to scan over some of the people, but from the top they all looked the same.  This honestly would happen.  Great.  Maybe she’d find me? It felt like I’d been waiting for 10 minutes when in reality it was probably just 1, when I saw her.  With a guy.  Oh woah, literally with a guy, he looked like he was viciously attacking her neck and by the way she leaned into him with her head back I could tell she was enjoying it.   At least, hopefully.  Should I go over there?  Eh, she can handle herself.  I’ll just keep watch over here.  
A little self-conscious without the girls next to me, I started just swaying my hips a little and nodding to the music.  But then the jam came on.  And it wasn’t as if anybody was watching anyways.
I ain’t got no type
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like

“YOU AIN’T GOT NO LIFE, CUPS WITH ICE AND WE DO THIS EVERY NIGHT” I started screaming the words as I felt myself let go, running my hands over my body and letting my hair fall into my face.  And I didn’t even drink a sip of alcohol.  
“Mm, and what’s your name gorgeous?” hot breath suddenly fanned against my neck as hands from behind grasped my hips and pulled me into the stranger’s toned front.  Hard.  I looked down and noticed several rings on this creepers’ fingers.  What the fuck?  I attempted to get out of his grasp, but he was strong.  Really strong.  I turned around and cringed as my backside rubbed against his front, hearing him let out a low grunt at the action.
“Get off me! I have a-” I stopped mid-sentence when I came face to face with the man I’d never thought I’d actually see.  The man I’d spent hours fantasizing about with my crazy roommate.  “You’re- What?” I managed to breathe out.  This couldn’t be right.  But the crystal blue eyes, pouty lips, and bleached hair were right in front of me.  Too close actually where I could spot several light freckles along his cheeks.  Fuck.  He was real.  And taller in person.  I became hyper aware of his hands sliding lower down my back and the fact that my front was now touching his, erm, front.
“You were saying.” He smirked, a smirk tainting his cheek as he clearly knew that I knew of him.  How do I respond in a situation like this?? How does anyone respond in a situation with Lucky Blue Smith?? I gulped and hoped it wasn’t visible.  
“I’m here with friends.”  I choked out.  Why would he need to know that?  Fucking smooth one.
He looked behind my shoulders quickly before his blue eyes bore back into mine, amusement clearly written on his face.  “It didn’t look like it to me,” he said.  His husky voice sent shivers down my spine, but I tried to stifle my reaction.  HOW THE FUCK DO I STIFLE MY REACTION TO LUCKY BLUE SMITH.
I coughed slightly.  “She’s, uh, she’s here.  It’s my birthday.”  This was mortifying.  I squealed a little as his large hands squeezed my ass.  “What are you-?”
“You never answered my question.” His lips twitched as he observed my complete floundering.  If his face wasn’t this perfect than we wouldn’t be having this problem.  My eyes roamed down his face, to the strong veins in his neck, and to the dip of golden skin the white button down revealed.  It looked delicious, so kissable.  I wonder what he tastes like….  He interrupted my staring by lifting my jaw up with one hand.  I felt myself blush in his gentle grip.  What had he asked?  Name?
“Y/N.”  Something flashed in his eyes, his features darkening slightly.  Or maybe that was the lighting.
“You have the most beautiful green eyes, Y/N.” He spoke lowly, like a tiger to its prey.  
And I was the fucking bunny.  
My heart rate accelerated as he brought his plump lips to the corners of my mouth, dragging them teasingly to the bottom of my ear, where he lightly bit.
“Fucking perfect body,” he was barely speaking, the low tone making me weak.  He dipped his head lower beneath my jaw and placed a hot kiss there.  I inhaled sharply as he started to painfully suck on the tender skin, and my hands instinctually tangled themselves in his thick hair.  His teeth grazed me and I groaned when he licked a cool stripe over the probably already developed marking.  Just when I was about to tug him closer, he pulled away.  I didn’t even try to hide the disappointment on my face.  Why had he-
“How old are you baby?” He licked his lower lip and I felt heat pool uncomfortably beneath my dress.  Was it bad I was this turned on??  He became impatient with my silence and started to roughly knead my cheeks.  I swore he chuckled as I desperately fought to stifle a moan.  No, no it wasn’t.
“Good, I like them older.”  He smirked as my jaw fell open and he roughly took my hand, leading me through the crowd.  The intimidating men from earlier had made a path for him and spoke something into a Bluetooth.  I was beyond confused.  Where was he taking me?  I looked at his firm masculine hands enveloping my smaller ones in their strong grip.  Did I honestly care?  
Spend it how I like, sinnin’ every night.  
Push-start the whip, brought it strait to life.

The club was rushing past me, and it was bigger than I thought.  We received multiple jealous stares as he quickly dragged me through the VIP section and down several hallways before coming to a stop before a door.  I had no idea where I was.  
“Where are we going?”  I asked, slightly out of breath.  I hoped he didn’t notice.
“To my car,” he didn’t hesitate as he smoothly opened the door, releasing my hand, but quickly placing it on the small of my back.  
Well shit.
The infamous black range rover was parked right outside, hidden in one of the back alleyways.  
“Handy,” I said.  Handy?!  Honestly?!  I felt my cheeks heat up again and I cursed whatever idiot was taking over my body the one time I needed to be collected.
“You have no idea.”  He ran a hand through his hair with a cocky crooked smile as if it was the most casual thing in the world to look that beautiful, and his t-shirt lifted a little as he raised his arm, revealing his toned abs and, oh god, a little bit of his happy trail.  My stomach tied itself in knots.  I really wanted to fucking touch him.  
His keys were already in one hand and he unlocked the car.  I stayed frozen in place.  He looked at me curiously and then with amusement, slowly walked closer to me, slowly, ever so slowly.  God I was aching for him.  And he could tell.
He stopped just mere inches from my face, nose almost resting on mine.  “Do have any idea how much I want you right now Y/N?”  He pressed himself into me and it was the first time I felt the hard outline of his cock.  He groaned and tossed his head back as he lightly ground himself into me.  “How hard you got me by shaking that perky ass of yours?  You were such a fucking tease,” he hissed the last word as he did a particularly hard thrust.  I felt his hardness twitch against my throbbing center and the rough fabric of his black jeans was only adding to the hot friction.  Holy shit.  
I finally released the moan I’d been forcing down and at that he growled.  Roughly shoving me against the car, I wrapped my legs around his lean torso as he grabbed the ends of the dress and forced the material up to my waist. “I bet you taste so sweet, don’t you baby-girl, just like your fucking mouth.”    He crashed his lips onto mine, battling for dominance until I submitted, his tongue asking for entrance that I more than willingly gave.  My hands met his hair again.  His oxygen was mine and mine was his.  My breath hitched as my underwear was suddenly thrown to the side, the cool air from outside reaching the place I needed him most.  He swiped two course fingers along my wet folds, and I whimpered as he brushed past my clit.
“Fuck me you’re drenched,” his voice was raspy as he continued to teasingly swipe up and down, squeezing my clit before circling the bundle of nerves.  He didn’t even try to hide his smug smirk as my eyes rolled back.  The familiar tingle of warmth was already starting to grow in my stomach.  He was good.  “And who made you this wet Y/N?  Who did this to you?” he demanded.  His actions sped up to unbearable pace when I didn’t reply, my legs beginning to shake at the intensity of feeling.  “You-you d-did, oh my God,” I moaned, throwing my head back.  I gasped as he slipped a long finger into my center, the cool metal from the ring heightening my sensitivity as he slowly started pumping it in and out.  “You’re so fucking tight baby.”  He moaned and muffled my scream with his lips as he added another finger, hitting a spot I didn’t even knew existed and increasing the pace to the point where all I saw and felt was white-heat.  The only sound was the smacking of our lips and the sound of my wet sex.  I was close.  I broke from our kiss and somehow formed words.  “I’m g-gonna cu-um Lucky.”  
He froze and pulled his fingers out.  
“What the hell?” I seethed.   Sure this may be Lucky Blue Smith, living breathing sex god, but you don’t leave a girl hanging.  He rose his eyebrows in amusement at my wild hair and flushed appearance.  He chuckled.  “You’re cute when you’re angry.”  
“Well I’m a firm believer in ‘finish what you started.’”
I tried to shove him, but his grip around my waist only tightened, a smirk on his face as he tauntingly rose his fingers in between us.  Fuck.  The light reflected off the liquid that was dripping down his fingers.  
“Oh I intend to.”  He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking, and I was mesmerized as I watch him taste my juices.  He pulled them out with a moan, eyes fixed upon mine.  “God, I can’t wait to properly taste you.”  My center was painfully throbbing again and I swallowed as he effortlessly picked me up, opened the car door, and threw me down on the back seats.
His head lowered in between my thighs, leaving wet kisses first below my knee, then teasingly dragging his jawline up and down my inner thighs.  “Prettiest pussy,” he muttered.  I tried closing my thighs to gain some sort of friction, but his hands kept them in place and locked them down.
“Lucky,” I whined.  He shot his head up to look at me, ocean-cool eyes piecing my thoughts, knowing what I wanted, what I needed.  
“Tell me what you want baby,” he said softly, his breath hitting my center.  I blushed furiously at his words.  This was the most vulnerable I’d felt in a long time.
“You know what I want,” I muttered.  His eyes darkened and his grip on my thighs tightened.  “Y/N,” he said lowly, “tell me what you fucking want and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”  I opened my mouth to speak, but looked away in embarrassment instead.  Why was he doing this?
“Hey,” his voice softened and his long arm reached over to turn my head, “Look at me beautiful.  I need you to look at me.” He dropped his hand from my jaw and entwined it with my hand that was clutching the leather seat with white knuckles.  He ran soothing circles on it, as he kissed up my thighs for the second time, leaving open-mouthed kisses as his blue eyes held mine.  “So beautiful,” he muttered in between kisses.  He hovered over my sex, breath hitting it, and I took a deep breath before squeezing his hand.  He didn’t need much more encouragement.  
He licked a long stripe down my sex before nibbling down on my most sensitive nub.  
“Fuck,” I moaned.  He paused, looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breathe.
Burying himself inside of me, his tongue delved in and out almost faster than his fingers.  The plush feeling of his lips lightly sucking around me gave me shivers and his nose repetitively hit my clit.
“Mm Lucky,” I whined, I was close, again.
He raised his other hand from my thigh to grab my breast, squeezing and kneading it, making my nipples harden with pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, “L-lucky I’m c-close.”
He turned his attention to my clit, swirling his tongue around over my oversensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently before biting down and then I lost it, shouting his name.  My toes curled from the insane pleasure that shot from my center throughout my whole body, and I continued to jerk as Lucky licked me clean.    
“Like a cupcake.”  He licked his lips as I lay there completely spent, and I heard him hum before he leaned over the seat.  He hovered over my body for a moment, observing my face before leaning down to give me a long kiss.  I taste myself on his tongue and I couldn’t help the moan I released into his mouth.  Leaning lower to deepen the kiss, I felt his hard length straining against the fabric and when I glanced down it looked painful.  
“Oops,” I let out a light laugh as I reached my hands down to try and undo the button, but his hands stopped me.  I looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled, lightly shaking his head.  
“Tonight isn’t about me remember?”  He ducked his head and peppered small kisses along my chest.
“What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice lowering at the feeling of his affection.
He looked at me with a disbelieving face and broke into a genuine smile.
“Happy Birthday Y/N.”
“Oh my gosh there you are!  We were about to call the cops where the hell have you been?!” Y/F/N shouted, anger and relief both present on her face.  She was waiting outside the club, cell phone in hand, and practically tackled me for the third time that day when I stepped outside.  
“Honestly, I searched everywhere, I’m sorry we got separated…” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she gave me a sheepish look.  If only she knew.
“Okay, I have to tell you something.  You’re probably not going to believe me.”
And for some reason the only thing I could think of in that moment was
Damn.  I never saw him naked.

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Summary: Peter has been avoiding Y/N while preparing for the upcoming battle with Thanos. Y/N thinks it’s because he just doesn’t like her, however his reasons run much deeper than she’d ever imagine. A simple miscommunication on Drax’s part now puts Peter in a very awkward position, live with the fear of becoming his father or act on desire.

Warnings: Cursing and mild fluff.

A/N::The first chapter was horrible and I apologize. I haven’t written in a while so I’m a bit rusty. Also I’m still doing this on my phone so I’m sorry if there are mistakes.

Word count::2473

*Part 2*

It had been hours since Drax bluntly put the idea into Y/N’s head that Peter found her repulsive. A few hours of Peter trying to explain himself to Natasha, explaining how his father hopped from planet to planet wooing women and disappearing never to come back. He explained how he watched his mother pine away daily after his father just for him to find out years later that his father was in fact the, as Peter put it, “king of all dick-heads”. He explained in great detail that he had never been with a Terran woman before and how Y/N took his breath away the moment he saw her. How that if the events with his father hadn’t just occurred he’d be chasing her and have no guilt about wooing her and leaving Earth the moment this war was over. Peter had broken hundreds of hearts across the galaxy and never once thought about how it must’ve felt when he’d just up a leave. Yet when he saw Y/N, he knew he wanted her. He wanted her so badly but he swore that his man-whoring days were over so to him the easiest way to not be tempted was to avoid Y/N and not let himself get too close.

Natasha was stunned. She had put it all together that Y/N was haboring unknown feelings for the handsome space outlaw but she honestly never thought that Peter’s distant act was him just trying to protect her friend’s feelings from himself. It was a stupid notion on his part to just avoid her but a part of her wanted to make ‘aw’ sounds and tease the two endlessly about their secret crushes on each other.

“Peter, that’d be really sweet if it wasn’t so stupid.” Nat gave Peter a huge toothy grin after he had rambled on while sitting on the edge of her bed with his head in his hands. “You went about this horribly.” The redhead added unable to stop the chuckle from escaping her lips.

Groaning, Peter knotted his fingers into his redish-brown hair. “I know, trust me I know. It’s been driving me crazy 'cause she’s so damn /nice/.”

“Yeah she is.” Natasha nodded scooting up so she was perched next to Peter on the edge of the bed. “She’s nice, too nice.” Natasha’s smile fell as she let Peter’s words sink into her mind, the longer she thought about the more she understood his reasoning. “Listen, Peter,” she started while placing a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder, “you don’t have to 'woo her’ or chase her. Just, I dunno, be her friend. Y/N is a very passionate person, she is one-hundred percent devoted to her friends. Once you develop any type of friendship or relationship with her, you’re stuck with her for life.” Natasha knew her friend. She knew how Y/N was, how if she let Peter into her heart, that it would crush her the day he told her he would be leaving. Y/N loved so deeply that it worried Natasha anytime a man got close to her, even Steve or Bucky. To Natasha, Y/N was precious and she wanted desperately to protect her. In her mind, Natasha was the mother hen and Y/N and Wanda were her chicks.

Peter glanced up at the redhead who seemed far away in thought. It didn’t take him long to register that these 'Avengers’ were a family, much like he and his fellow 'Guardians’. Apparently they were a close family and Peter knew he had to fix the mess he started and that Drax escalated with his drama. This was a family he definitely didn’t get on the bad side of. Especially with two huge super soldiers lurking about, and not forgetting the God.

“I should go talk to her.” He whispered more to himself, to try and give himself a slight boost of confidence. Mentally he was telling himself that explaining this would be a piece of cake. Hell, he had talked his way out of situations that would’ve gotten him murdered, he could smooth over Drax’s mistake.

“Yeah.” Natasha give him a light shove as he stood up before giving two thumbs up. “Good luck, Star-Prince.”

He cringed at the popular used mock name he had been given. “Star-*Lord*.” He corrected for about the millionth time.

“You’ll graduate to Lord when you patch things up with my friend.” The redhead chuckled before kicking back on her bed.


It took Peter forever but he finally found Y/N in the recreation room, her eyes glued to the gaming screen in front of her. Peter stopped in the doorway and just watched her for a long moment as she played and was clearly very focused on the Pac-Man game in front of her.

Peter had to hand it Stark, he spared no expense when it came to fun factor of his compound. He had been sure he’d never see another classic Pac-Man arcade machine ever again yet here, Stark had not only Pac-Man but Galaga, Super Mario Brothers and many others that Peter always loved playing in his younger days. Their first day on earth, Peter spent the whole night in this room. Listening to music and playing all these wonderful games. He only left because Gamora had to pretty much drag him out by his ear.

He leaned up against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest, a small smile daring to grace his features as he watched Y/N play the game. He took in how her eyes narrowed every time one of the ghosts got close. How her tongue was poking out just a bit in concentration. He even watched as her shoulders tensed each time she moved the joystick or pushed a button on the console.

He was gawking, he knew he was but something about a woman who was so into her arcade games got him hot and bothered. Maybe it was because anytime he spoke of these games other women would look at him crazy. Yet here Y/N was, oblivious to the world around her while being completely sucked into this game that was his absolute favorite.

“Shit.” She cursed under her breath as the ghosts cornered Pac-Man, leaving her no where else to go.

Peter chuckled once the familiar music of Pac-Man losing filled the room. “I hate those damn ghosts.” Peter finally announced his presence causing Y/N to jump and quickly whip her head around towards Peter.

With wide eyes, Y/N shifted nervously and quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t know anyone was here.” She finally spoke up. “I figured everyone would be in bed by now.”

Peter pushed himself off the door frame and deeper into the room. “Most are, I just couldn’t sleep.” He lied. “So you like Pac-Man?” This was a nice ice breaker, or so he thought. Something to strike up a conversation before blurting out his apology on Drax’s behalf.

Y/N’s brow shot up as Peter got closer. He never once tried to speak to her yet now here he was, alone with her trying to get her to talk about video games? “Uh, yeah. I pretty much begged Tony for these.” She answered with a sharp nod of her head before turning back towards the game. “I saw someone beat my high score so I was trying to get my name back up there.”

This caused Peter to give a cocky smirk as he leaned up against the machine beside her, his eyes looking fondly on the high scores list. Number one, P.J.Q. “Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I didn’t know that was your high score.” He spoke with a chuckle.

“You? You’re P.J.Q?” Y/N snapped her eyes over to him in slight disbelief. “I thought Tony reset the scores just to mess with me.” She admitted with a blush.

“Peter Jason Quill, it wouldn’t let me put Star-Lord in so…” Peter felt his body relax when the small smile threatened to appear on her lips. Her eyes still focused on the game.

“You should talk to Tony 'bout that. I’m sure he could find a way to allow Star-Lord in there.”

“Shit, every game in here would have my name on it. It’d be awesome.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he also turned his gaze on the gaming screen, watching with admiration as she skillfully played the game. “Listen, I was actually looking for you,” he started with a soft voice, “about earlier…what Drax said–”

“It’s fine.” She cut him off, her small smile disappearing and her body tensing slightly.

“No it’s not.” Peter shook his head, he obviously threw her off her game because he watched as the blue ghost caught up with Pac-Man, thus ending the game a second time. “Drax is, well, he’s blunt and very outspoken. Especially when he thinks he’s right.”

Y/N sighed, pulling herself away from the game and quickly wandered over towards the couch where Groot laid asleep on a comfy blue throw pillow. “It doesn’t matter. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.”

Peter watched with a frown as she carefully scooped up Groot and cradled him carefully in the crook of her arm being very careful not to wake him. “But he was wrong.” Peter stubbornly walked after her as she made for the exit. “I never said I found you repulsive. I don’t know where in the hell he got that from.”

Y/N still felt her stomach twisting up into knots as she tried to scurry away from Peter. She had spent the whole afternoon looking in the mirror and crying. Her self esteem had taken a massive blow and her mind had convinced her that she was in fact repulsive as Drax had said, even though Groot stayed by her side all afternoon speaking his only know words in hopes of trying to cheer her up. “It doesn’t matter. We can just drop it.” She whispered over her shoulder as she made her way towards her room, Peter still hot on her heels. All she wanted to do was hide away and forget today ever happened. Silently she cursed herself for even bringing the subject up. Had she kept her mouth shut everything would’ve been normal and fine. Peter would still be avoiding her, not chasing her down the halls and she’d go back to suffering in silence.

“It matters!” Peter snapped in a hushed tone as not to wake Groot. He reached out and grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and spun her around so she would be facing him. Also in an attempt to keep her from wiggling away he pressed her back against the door to her room, his fingers pressing lightly into her bare shoulders, the thin straps of her tank top rubbing lightly against his palms. “It matters to me because he was wrong. He couldn’t have been more wrong.” Peter’s voice softened and his eyes were pleading. “Just, please let me explain.”

Y/N grunted when she felt the hard, cold wood of the door press into her back. Her breathing even seemed to hitch as Peter’s eyes bore down into hers. Their current position made Y/N realize just how tall Peter actually was and how he easily towered of her. She couldn’t blink or even form words right now but she could hear the sincerity in his voice. This apparently really was him wanting to explain, not Gamora or Nat forcing him to apologize or suffer bodily harm. Taking a deep breath, Y/N finally gave in, nodding her head before glancing down at the still deep sleeping toddler tree in her arms.

“Okay.” She nodded as Peter finally released her arms and took a step back. “Just, come in. I’m gonna go put Groot down on my bed and then we’ll talk.” Turning her back to Peter, Y/N opened her door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights.

Peter stepped in after her, quietly closing the door behind him. Once inside he took a good look around the room, his jaw dropping slightly in awe as he glanced around. On her walls were old movie posters from the 80s. Ghostbusters, Aliens, Breakfast Club, Back To The Future, Indiana Jones and of course, one of his favorites, Star Wars. But not just any Star Wars, Empire. “Holy shit.” He muttered as she stepped out of the living area into a room that was off to the left, clear that was the bedroom.

While he was alone, Peter took this opportunity to snoop. Of course he headed right for the movie collection that took up an entire bookcase next to the flat screen TV. He smiled to himself seeing the movies were arranged genre. He noticed that Y/N held a great fascination for Science Fiction and space themed movies. He also noted there weren’t very many “chick flicks” on this bookcase.

He was about to pull away and go sit himself on her couch when a case on the TV stand caught his attention. “No fucking way.” He breathed out quick grabbed up the case and his green eyes sparkled in excitement.

“What?” Y/N asked as she walked back in the room to see Peter clutching the DVD case. “You like ThunderCats?”

“The real question is, who /*doesn’t*/ like ThunderCats?” Peter asked in excitement. “Shit, I used to watch this show every damn day when I was a kid. I can’t believe you have a box set. Is this, holy hell it is!” Peter beamed flipping the case over to read the back. “This is every episode! Can we watch this?” He asked in a child like manner, his eyes quickly darting over to Y/N who was watching him with an amused grin on her face. Both her hands resting lazily on her hips.

“Everyone here makes fun of me for watching this show.” She chuckled walking over towards Peter and the TV. “It’d be nice to actually watch the show with someone who likes it as much as I do.” She nodded picking up the DVD remote and taking the box set from Peter. Carefully she loaded the first disk into the player before heading over to the couch.

Peter pumped his fist happily and raced for the couch. He ripped off his jacket and laid it over the arm of the couch before flopping himself down. For a moment he felt like a kid again and completely forgot why he was in her room to begin with. He was there to explain, not watch cartoons. Oh well, he thought, this would hopefully make things a little less awkward when he did explain because hopefully they’d be more relaxed around each other and maybe this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.


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Basically, no goddamn words. I never thought I’d ever get this far, ever, but god, I’m so grateful. Thank you all, so so much for following me, I love you so damn much. 

I wanted to shout out to the many people who’ve made my days brighter, got me through tough times, friends that I’d never expect to make. Those who don’t judge me for who I am, who accept me. Because of the many people I’d like to acknowledge, they’re all under the cut! It took me ages to write a bit about everyone. Sorry if I forgot to include you, I still love you.

For 1k followers though, should I :

  • host a writing challenge
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  • fic drabbles
  • anything else? (ships, no. I’m still traumatized on how to do those)

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Imagine: Seeing Poe after you thought he died

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“Commander Dameron’s X-Wing came into contact with one of the First Order’s Tie Interceptors, causing extreme damage to his vehicle. His last request was to retreat from Takadona at once. Shortly after, his X-Wing was seen crashing into the shore, it’s engine ablaze. His chances of surviving the crash are very…. slim.”

General Leia’s voice echoed around the silent room, heavy with the grieving of the Resistance’s Starfighter Corps pilots. Each and every one of them had their heads held low and their hands grasping themselves tightly. 

You stood in the back of the room, a single tear rolling down your cheek. With every ounce of effort you could muster, you forced your breath to not come out in short gasps and you fought down the sobs that made your head throb. 

It was so surreal. 

Poe and you had trained as Starfighter pilots since you were small children. You grew up together. The two of you had grown extremely close and the thought of not even being in the same squadron with him when he died was heart wrenching. 

An injury had kept you from participating in the ambush on the First Order. It was a minor wound to the wrist and you even begged the medical droids to let you go, but their emotionless beeps refused. 

So you were stuck in the Resistance Base, while Poe and everyone were risking their lives to help bring peace to the galaxy. 

You spun on your heel and left the room abruptly, trying not to draw attention to yourself as you wiped profusely at your watery eyes. 

It had been two days since you had last slept. The thought of Poe’s X-Wing crashing into the sandy beaches of Takadona haunted your dreams, making you wake up multiple times during the night, your heart hammering against your chest. It was usually accompanied by hyperventilating and silent sobs. 

Now, you sat up in your bed, staring at nothing. Your blankets were bunched into a large ball over your legs and your hands were clasped together loosely on your stomach. 

Exhaustion made your eyelids heavy but you fought the desire to sleep, afraid of what you might see if you let yourself slip into unconsciousness. 

A loud rap on your door made your heart leap into your throat painfully. 

Slowly, you pushed your blankets off of you and groped for the blaster pistol that usually sat on a night stand by your bed. Your hands wrapped around it and you placed your finger on the trigger, shuffling over to the door. 

There was another violent knock.

Your fingers wrapped around the doorknob and turned reluctantly. Slowly. 

The door flew open and you raised your blaster pistol upwards instantly. The gun slipped out of your hand and fell with an echoing clatter on the ground. Your mouth opened in a silent gasp. 

It was Poe. 

It was actually Poe. 

He stood in the doorway, a strand of black hair hanging untidily over his forehead. His face was grimy, light patches of dirt caked on his nose and cheeks. There was a shallow cut above his eye. His dark eyes that sparkled. 

“Hi.” He breathed, his voice quiet. 

Your open palm collided with Poe’s cheek, a loud slapping noise ringing around the room. The pilot recoiled, holding his face. 

“Ow, what was that for?” He growled, grimacing. 

Almost horrified, you stared at him, as if he were a projection. 

“How are you alive?” You asked him, your voice almost coming out hysterically. 

Poe looked back at you, his expression softening. His eyes looked pained.

“I ejected before my vehicle hit the ground. When I did, I opened my parachute too late and I collided with the sand. Maz Kanata found me unconscious and face down, so she brought me into her castle, which is awesome by the way, and she lent me one of her-” 

Poe never got to finish his explanation. 

You threw yourself against him, pressing your mouth against his. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck loosely as Poe’s hands grabbed your face. He kissed you back, his head turned slightly and his eyes fluttering shut. 

The two of you were lost in the blissful moment for what seemed like an eternity before you pulled away, your mouth lingering close to his for a fleeting moment. Poe’s eyes were still shut when you opened yours and you chuckled, making him smirk. 

Wordlessly, you pulled him into a tight hug, burying your nose into his dirty, orange Rebel uniform. Poe’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and you shut your eyes, breathing in his musky scent.

                  - Part V

Kai Parker x Reader x The Mikaelsons
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“I love your new place! It’s so light and open ..” said Y/N twirling as she walked around Kai’s new apartment. “WOW , is that a king size bed ?!”
Y/N turned towards Kai with a smile on her face. Kai couldn’t help but smile back at her as she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with her.  She had had a long night , trying to figure out things. Klaus believed she could and she trusted him more than anyone. By the time the sun had come up in the morning she had come to realise that she does have some feelings for Kai too. Except she didn’t know if those were ‘more than friends’ feelings or just the connection they shared.
“Grow up. You are like a little kid.” laughed Kai. “Jumping around and laughing as if it’s Christmas morning.”
Y/N punched him playfully in the shoulder , their eyes meeting for a second and there it was - the butterflies in her stomach the second she gazed into his smoky blue eyes. How it was possible that both Kai and Kol could make her feel the same way ?
“Something wrong with that ?”
“No , not at all.” he smiled. “I love that about you. Hey do you want to go get some lunch later ? Or .. are you busy with Kol ?”
“Nope. I’m free as a bird.” she said , crossing her hands and holding her thumbs together moving her fingers in the air as if they were wings. Kai laughed , getting up from the bed and pulling her up after him.
“Fantastic ! Have you had breakfast yet ?” he asked with a hopeful expression on his face. “I can make waffles or pancakes -”
“Pancakes and bacon?” grinned Y/N and Kai laughed taking her hand and heading into the kitchen. They made breakfast together - Kai flipping the chocolate chip pancakes in the air and Y/N catching them directly in the plate. Afterwards she made the bacon just like how Kai liked it - golden brown and crispy.
“Where is the - ” she started to say just as he grabbed the maple syrup from the kitchen counter. Y/N couldn’t help but smile seeing Kai drizzle the maple syrup just how she liked it - mixed with the pancakes and the bacon. “You know me so well.”  she laughed making Kai laugh too.
Kai loved her laugh , her smile. Everything. Most of all he loved their alone time.  That was when he was happiest. He listened to her talk about how Hope kept insisting they go on walks early in the morning , ending them with a quick stop at the ice cream place near the compound. Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her. Kai could see the caller ID from across the table - Kol and a picture of Y/N and Kol together hugging. She clicked ignore and continued talking to Kai as if nothing had happened. Then her phone rang again.
“Why aren’t you answering your boyfriend’s calls ?” asked Kai curious , cutting his pancakes and taking a bite. “Might be important.”
Y/N took a sip from her coffee , smiling nervously before she spoke. The night before , Kol had tried to talk to her but she had ignored him telling him to only look for her when he is ready to apologise and actually mean it this time. It hadn’t been the only reason she avoided his calls. She didn’t know what to say to him , specially since she had figured out there was some truth in his words.
“Kol doesn’t like you , doesn’t want me to spend time with you and I don’t agree with what he says.” said Y/N , taking another bite of her pancakes.
“He said that ? That he doesn’t want you to see me?” he asked , unable to shake the hint of hurt in Y/N’s voice out of his mind.
“I know you don’t like him much either and that’s why you moved out -”
“That’s not why.” he lied , reaching across the table to wipe away some melted chocolate from her lips. How was he supposed to tell her that Kol had tried to compell him to leave earlier the same day Kai had left? Y/N had told him what Originals can do - compell other vampires , so he had started taking vervain. A little amounts every day just to prevent things like this from happening but after it had happened , he hadn’t had another choice but to go along with it. Kai had already been looking for a place of his own even before that , because it was getting harder for him to watch Y/N in Kol’s arms. “I’ve always wanted to build a life on my own. I didn’t get to have that back when I was a human and then afterwards… Klaus is awesome and his family is really nice and welcoming …well , most of them , but I knew I couldn’t stay there forever.”
Y/N gazed into his eyes and knew he was hiding something but pressing on the subject wouldn’t do her any good. It might backfire and she could lose him completely. Instead an idea formed in her head. Maybe she can get Kol to like Kai if they only got some time to spend together. There had to be something they have in common other than her.
“If I ask you to do something for me , will you do it ?”
“You know there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.” said Kai softly and Y/N felt a peck of guilt again. Last thing she wanted was to break his heart.
“Can you teach me your cupcake recipe ?” she asked suddenly changing her mind.
Kai grinned at her question. “Of course. Just say when and I’ll tell you my super secret recipe.”


Y/N spent the rest of the day at Elijah’s library , going through book after book. Being a vampire had its perks - she could read faster than before and she finished Wuthering Heights and started reading Mobby Dick. Her time with Kai had been perfect , though he seemed to tense every time Kol’s name came up. There had to be a way to get them to get along because she couldn’t exist without either of them anymore. Somehow both Kai and Kol had gotten under her skin and even if she tried hard , there was no way to shake them. When she got back to her room there had been flowers on her night stand and a note from Kol. 

“The beauty of those flowers is nothing compared to you. - Kol”

Later that night she walked by Kol’s room , stopping at the door her hand hanging in the air about to knock when the door had opened. He looked surprised to see her there , a wide smile spread across his face. Y/N’s gaze dropped to the ground noticing he was wearing only his boxers. Her thoughts drifted to places seeing his bare chest and his chocolate eyes gleam in the dim light.
Kol ran his fingers through his hair.
“Hello darling. Wh-what are you doing here ?” he asked with a hopeful expression. Kol hoped she might want to spend the night with him talking and cuddling together on his bed. Ever since he had compelled Kai to move out , the thought had kept him awake at night , waiting for her to show up.
“I just … I wanted to say ‘thank you’ for the flowers.” she smiled nervously. “They are really beautiful. Who told you I like white roses best ? Was it your brother?”
“No. It was Hope actually.” he said taking her hand in his. “Y/N , I know what I said the other night hurt you and it was never my intention to do so. I love you and I’d never do anything to hurt you in any way and I hate myself for what I said.” said Kol. “I got jealous because you seem to want to be around him more than you want to be around me.”
Y/N sighed. “I am his best friend , the closest to family he’s got. Kai needs me and I can’t just … ditch him and start ignoring him completely just to be with you all the time.”
Kol brushed his palm against her cheek and smiled at her. Y/N was loyal in a way his family hadn’t been to him , it was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her in the first place.
“Do you really mean it or are you just saying that because you miss me ?” she teased him. Kol laughed.
“I mean it , love.”
“So if I suggest you , me and Kai go on a dinner together - what will you say?” she asked hopefully.
“I’d say 'yes’ because I see how much it means to you.”  
Y/N kissed him briefly on the lips and a smile spread across her face. “Great. I’ll call him and set things up… but first …” she trailed off leaning in towards him to kiss him deeply. Kol pulled her into his arms and Y/N’s mind started spinning having him this close , half naked barely an inch away from her.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too love.” said Kol. “Do you want to come in or … ?”
She smiled at him , feeling his hands slightly sliding under her shirt , his fingertips grazing her back sending jolts of electricity in her bloodstream. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him into another kiss. Kol’s hands found their way to her ass , scooping her up in his arms and he kicked the door closed. He carried her to the bed , gently letting her down on the mattress without breaking the kiss. Kol was drowning her with his kiss , his lips lighting up a fire everywhere they touched her skin. Kol’s body was pressed so firmly against hers , she could feel him getting hard against her. Y/N moaned into the kiss , rolling on top of him feeling his hands on her waist. He wanted her and she wanted him.
“W-wait.” she said rolling onto the bed next to him. “I .. We can’t … your family is in the h-house.”
Kol laughed under his breath. “It’s alright love. I don’t want to take things too fast.” he rested his hand on her lower stomach , lightly sliding under her shirt touching her bare skin.
Y/N’s breath got hitched in her throat wishing he’d move his hand a little further down. Instead Kol pulled her into his arms and not long after that fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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ALTL Part 56

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Title: ALTL Part 56

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Lucifer, Michael, Samandriel, Balthazar

Word Count: 1,032

Warnings: injured reader

A/N: What has the reader gotten herself into THIS time?! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

The masterlist to this series can be found HERE!

Dean and Sam entered your room, closing the door behind them.  They sat on either side of your bed, unsure if they should wake you up.  You were known to attack first and ask questions later.  Sam nodded as he removed the knife from under your other pillow.  Dean made sure to take the gun out from under your pillow.

“At least [Y/N] keeps the safety on,” Dean mumbled.  The elder Winchester set your gun aside, gently shaking your shoulder.  “[Y/N] wake up.”  Your eyes shot open as you searched for your knife or your gun.

Sam grabbed your arms, sitting you up in bed.  “Relax [Y/N], it’s just us,” Sam spoke in a calm voice.  “A letter came for you this morning.”  

Sam handed you the letter, as you finished rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  As you finished reading the letter, you practically jumped out of bed.  If it wasn’t for Dean and Sam grabbing your arms, you would have been out the door already.  

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IMAGINE: Negan running into a female version of himself….

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“I said get on your knees bitch!” Ben yelled.

“I bet your fucken mom heard that shit all the time.” Was the reply he got back.

Ben raised his hand in the air to strick.

“Ben! Calm your fucken shit man! Maybe fucking please would fucken help out here.” Negan said, walking up swinging his trusting Lucille around. “So sexy, would you fucken please get down on your mother fucken knees.”

“Mother fucker, I just met your fucken ass and your already fucken want me down on my mother fucken knees. Shit, as least buy a fucken girl a mother fucking drink first.” She said, smiling at him.

Negan kept a straight face and everyone started to look at each other, then back to him. He place Lucille on his shoulder and walked over to the girl.

Everyone seem to get nervous. Negan wasn’t one to ever hit a woman, but they never seen or heard of a woman talking back to him like that. The he did something no one expect.

Negan started busting up laughing. “ Fuck girl. I fucken like you. What’s your fucken name?” Negan said, offering his hand.

“(Y/N). And who the fuck are you?” She said, shaking his hand.

“I’m Negan. Nice to fucken meet you. Usually I fucken bash one of you or your friends fucken heads in and force you to give half your shit. But I think I’m fucken feeling fucken nice today. So fucken join us and join me for a fucken drink, and I’ll fucken spare you guys.” Negan said, with a big grin.

“Negan? O your the mother fucker I heard about with all those fucken chicks. Man should have fucken said something before I shook your mother fucken hand. I might have fucken got something.” She said, winking at him.

Negan laugh again and put his arm around his shoulder. “Men this is a mother fucken woman right here. Not fucken scared of fucken shit and has one hell of a sense of humor. Don’t fucken mess with her or her fucken friends here. You fucken do, I’ll fucken fuck your fucken ass up, with Lucille.” Negan said, with a firm tone and raising Lucille in the air.

“Lucille?” She said, looking at the bat.

“Yes. And she is fucking awesome, (Y/N).” Negan said, swinging Lucille around.

(Y/N) laugh, Negan looked offend but before he could say anything (Y/N) spoke up.

“These fuckers here, said I was fucken crazy to name my wonderful and beautiful weapon of choice.” She said. She pointed at one of Negan’s men. “Hey fucker. Yeah you fucker, I’m pointing at you. Had my fucken shit over.”

He walked over with a large wooden mallet that had cravings of smiling faces and diamonds on it. Then there were craving at the end of it saying, “Your Face Here.”

“This is fucken Harley. Name after my fucken favorite DC COMIC character. And she is fucken awesome.” She said, placing the mallet on her shoulders, smiling at him.

“Did we fucken just become best friends?” Negan said, smiling back at her. “You know (Y/N), this is a start of a fucken beautiful friendship. Come on let me fucken get you that fucken drink.” Wrapping his arm around her again and leading her to his truck.

“It better be some mother fucking whisky and not some pussy ass drink.” She said, about to get in his truck. He spun her around and she looked at him in confusion.

“Fucken marry me woman.” Negan said, getting down one knee.

“Leave all those bitches and I’ll fucken think about it.” She said, smiling down at him.

“Fucken done.” Negan said, turning back to his men. “You guys can have your fucken bitches back. I just fucken found the girl of my mother fucken dreams.”

Negan turned back to her and smile.

(Y/N) laugh and nodded. “Alright fucker, you fucken win.” She looked over at her friends that were getting up. “Nathan. Eric. Sorry we’re no longer fuck buddies.”

Negan looked up at her. “What? A mother fucken girl got fucken needs too, shit.” She said, smiling at him.

Negan busted up laughing, he got back up and picked her up. He carried her in his arms and looked at his men.

“So boys say fucken hi to my new and only fucken wife. And you fucken fuckers, you fucken try to get fucken back at (Y/N), I’ll fucken bash your fucken heads in.” Negan said, laughing when they looked down.

Negan put her in the truck and he got in. “You fuckers, go fuck off while I fucken take my wife on our fucken honeymoon!” Negan yelled, as they drove off.

“What the hell just happened?” Nathan asked out loud.

“The hell if I know.” Ben said, as they all walked off.

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Yeah so I hit 666 followers and my birthday is coming up and I’ve been planning this challenge ever since CBS stabbed a knife in my heart when they cancelled 2 Broke Girls. I love that show and I will really miss it, so I’ve decided it’s time for my 2 Broke 2 Care Challenge. You don’t have to follow 2 Broke Girls to join my challenge. It’s open to any fandom.

Choose a quote from below and message me

If you’re doing a fandom other than WWE, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, FTWD or Marvel please let me know, it’s perfectly fine.

This is crack fic challenge, so please make me laugh, you can include smut or fluff, in the spirit of 2 Broke Girls please make it funny.

You don’t have to include anything from 2 Broke Girls except the quote unless you want to.

You can do Reader inserts, or any pairings or ship you like, as long as you label any triggers in your fic.

Fics are due on September 1rst. Be sure to tag me @queencflair and #2Broke2CareChallenge.


A. “I’m a homewrecker! Adele would probably write a song about me”

B. “I’m generally free Mondays through Fridays, mornings and evenings and my weekends are wide open”

C. “There was so much awkward silence I pretended I got a phone call from a banana”

D. “Wow she’s kind of a monster, but she gave me free stuff, so I’m torn”

E. “Why is nothing easy peasy”

F. “Once again I was fooled by ice cream”

G. “A bear claw, awesome”


I. “I have no shame about anything. Shame is overrated like Kesha”

J. “Oh, God, I wish I was a cartoon, so I could run right through this door, and leave a body-shaped hole”

K. “This is not like me. The only thing I’ve ever lost is my virginity”

L. “I mean, it’s life, lower your expectations”

M. “You look so beautiful I forgot how bad your personality is”

N. “We’re two very different kinds of idiots, but we’re idiots”

O. “Paging Doctor Pringles, you’re needed in my stomach”

P. “Look, you’re complicating this with these things you call emotions”

Q. “Okay, your knowledge of these superhero movies is kind of turning me on right now”

R. “If you’re going to act like a ass, I’m going to treat you like a ass”

S. “I’m going to have a horizontal hoe-down”

T. “I’m going to have sex tonight, if you know what I mean”

U. “I’m DTML. Down to make love”

V. “I just wanna break me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar! You know sexually”

W. “My pants keep saying, take me off, and I’m like no pants”

X. “Damn girl! You look good. Whatcha doing lady. Can I get your number”

Y. “I can’t afford to have more hate in my head. My hate is at capacity”

Z. “So, it’s a tequila shot on top of Devil’s Food Cake, we can call it Satan’s Nipple”

AA. “I’ve been killing myself with all this paperwork. It took me thirty minutes to make this hat”

BB. “And then I’m like, who cares I’m awesome”

CC. “Holiday shopping tip: Fill a Starbucks cup with Vodka”

DD. “Remember. Even in death, you’re my bitch”

EE. “Yes, it’s porn! So what’s the big deal?”

FF. “I’m not in love with you, so back off”

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.:Imagine Poe protecting you from almost being assaulted:.

Request for anon

“I loved your protective/possessive poe one. Could you do one kinda similar but where he actually has to save the reader from some creep? Super fluffy and angsty??“

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Alright please read: THIS MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME NOODLES. The reader does not get raped, but comes very close to it. Luckily poe is there to help.

If I EVER post something that is too much for some of you, please tell me. I won’t post about, I won’t make a big deal, and I will take it down if I have to. I want you all to enjoy my blog and be safe as well. I know what it is like to be triggered, it’s not a fun feeling, so talk to me okay? I love you all so much!!

N/N means nickname


It was very late by the time you finished the X-Wing. One if the wings were detached from it, but you finally got it back on.

There were a only a few people still up, one of them being Poe.

You two talked a lot. He was a funny man who told good stories. You enjoyed his company. He was a good friend. Yet, you couldn’t deny the man’s beauty. You were not, however, ready for a relationship. It was a dark time, and you honestly didn’t want one for right now. Right now at least, but you would want one soon.

You walked over to your tool box, putting away your wrench when Poe walked up. “Damn, N/N. Looks awesome!”

“Thanks Dameron!” You stepped by him to admire your work. “Yeah she does look fantastic doesn’t she?” He nodded. “So what did Leia want?” You asked wiping the sweat off your grease-stained forehead.

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Oh, just the report on the Starkiller base. Just wanted to know all the good stuff.”

“Nice, nice. Well, my dear, I must cut this conversation short as I crave a good nights sleep. I apologize.”

“Don’t even worry about it, N/N. I’ll see ya tomorrow, okay?” He smiled.

“Sounds good Dameron.” You say picking up your tool box, and walking towards your locker in the back room.

You let out a sigh while entering and started to remove your dirty clothing. You open your locker and put your box and gloves in it.

You were so focused on the task at hand, you didn’t notice someone come in until you felt a hand clap around your mouth and an unsettling voice at your ear.

“Don’t make a sound. If ya do, ill shoot ya, pretty. Now strip.”

You began to quietly sob as you worked on taking off your under suit. You didn’t dare look back, you were so afraid. Standing there in only your bra and shorts, you let out a pained scream as your assaulter pushed you roughly against the lockers.

You felt the cold of a gun against your head. “What did I say, pretty? No screaming. Not right now at least, you’ll be screaming soon enough.” He reached around in front of you and placed his hand in your underwear, and threatening to go lower until you suddenly felt him being ripped off.

You fell to the ground, covering your face with your arms, and crying out “I’m sorry!” You were expecting pain but all you heard was the sound of punches being thrown and pained groans.

“How dare you touch her! How dare you touch a woman like that, you bastard!” It was… Poe.

He must have heard you scream.

You assumed the fight was over when you heard a body hit the floor. You felt Poe’s gentle hand touch your shoulder.

“Y/N..” He quietly said.

You quickly shot up and wrapped your arms around his neck and began to sob. Hard.

“I-I was so s-scared Poe. I was alone, and h-he t-touched me and I-”

Poe held you tighter. “Ssshhh, N/N. It’s alright. He won’t hurt you anymore. I’m here. You’re safe. I got you. Just breathe.“

You calmed down, and fell asleep in his arms due to the nerves and exhaustion.

He picked you up in his arms, leaving the locker room and carrying you to your room. He set you down in the bed, placed your warm blankets upon you. He pulled up a chair beside you and held your hand tightly in his.

Nothing like this would ever happen again. Ever.

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Daydream Nation part 9!

Pair: Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader
A/N: I know it took me sooo long to post this, and I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy!


“Caroline! Car! Where are you!” I yelped as we made our way into the dark diner.

“Shh! You aren’t suppose to draw attention to yourself! Have you not seen horror movies?” Dean whispered.

I rolled my eyes and huffed, as I followed close behind. My stomach was churning, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

I could hear soft whimpers near the kitchen.

“Car?” I whispered.

“Y/N?” My eyes followed where the voice echoed.

“Shes over here!” I croaked to the Boys.

There she was. Sitting in the corner, her eyes puffed and blood shot.

“Hey! Hey, I’m here.” I muttered as I pulled her into me.

Her thin arms wrapped around my neck, and squeezed on to me.
I have known her almost all my life, and I have never seen her this scared.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Sam stammered.

Her eyes met his, and all she could do was cry harder.

Sam pulled her into him, and whisked her up from the floor. Both Dean and I followed.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, just enough for me to hear.

As much as I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt, my main focus was Caroline.

We reached our way to the impala.

Sam and Caroline slid into the back. She laid across his lap, as he caressed her, running his hand through her hair. I sat in the front as Dean drove back to her house.

My heart was pounding.

I was furious with him. Angry that he lied to me, for months. And I know that I should hate him, I can’t help but wish he would hold me. Tell me everything will be okay, and press his luscious lips on me.

What I’d do for that again.


We came to a stop, right outside Caroline’s house.

She was sleeping in Sam’s arms.

“I’ll be back. I’ll take her to her bed.” Sam whispered.

Both Dean and I nodded.

As Sam slipped out of the car, it was silent.

My stomach churned and my palms were clammy.

The last time we were alone, well things got pretty hot.

The things I would do to have his hands run along my body. To feel his lips press against mine.

“Y/N.” Dean whispered, interrupting my thoughts.

I slowly turned to face him, my heart beating fast.

His gaze was already on me. They were soft and lingering.

“Can we talk about this? Please?” His voice was low, tiring.

I took in a deep breath. This was something I was not looking forward to.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Y/N, I am so sorry I-”

“Dean stop.” I gritted through my teeth.

“No Y/N, I love you. So much. And-”

“Dean I trusted you! From the moment we met, I thought you were different. Someone who would never hurt me and now-”

“I know, and I’m so sorry for that. Coming here, I thought of nothing but this being just another job. Until I met you and everything changed. I love you Y/N.” Dean croaked.

His words echoed in my head, making my stomach churn.

Why did he have to fall for me? Why did he have to mean so much to me?
My body stiffened as he took small steps towards me. His gaze never leaving mine.

“I love you so much. Damn it, I would take a bullet for you.” He gritted through his teeth.

He was just inches away from my face. So close, I could feel his breath hit against my skin. Causing chills to vibrate through me.

I sucked in my lip, lightly nibbling as I tried to swallow.

As much as I wish I could pretend nothing happened. That Caroline wasn’t in danger a few hours ago all because Dean wanted to lie.

I knew I couldn’t forgive him.

I cleared my throat and turned my back to him.

“I’ll see you in class.” I muttered. “Mr. Winchester”

I left without another word. My heart pounding, and my palms were sweating. It all felt like a dream.

“Don’t look back.” I whispered to myself as I made my way down the street.

The cold air breezing through my hair, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Why are goodbyes so hard?

(Dean’s POV) (3 days later)

I could feel my stomach churn as I sat here, waiting for class to officially start.

Why am o so nervous? It’s not like I haven’t seen her before. I need to pretend this is just another day.
That’s it.

The bell rang, capturing my attention.

“Fuck.” I whispered to myself.

The room slowly filled with familiar faces.

Still, she was no where in sight.

Maybe she isn’t coming today? I wouldn’t blame her. I mean, I hate myself for how things ended.

“Hello class, how was your weekend?” I smiled, trying to refrain from looking at the empty seat in front of me.

“Awesome! Too bad it had to end and we are back at this hell hole!” One of the students yelped, making all the other students chuckle.

The door swung open, and there she was. She paced her self to her desk, not once looking up at me.

A knot formed in my throat. And my heart felt like it dropped to the pit of my stomach.

I cleared my throat. Hopefully no one noticed me staring.

“Turn your books to page 384 and read until you hit page 400.” I muttered.

There were groans and sighs as I made my way to my desk.

I sat down, and pulled out my book, looking at Y/N as everyone else had their heads down.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she met my gaze. Making my breath hitch to the back of my throat.

Damn she is so beautiful.

I flashed a soft smile. Maybe she changed her mind? Maybe she wants to give it a shot? Maybe-

Nope. She pursed her lips and returned her gaze back to the book.

This is going to be a long class.


Everyone scattered, as I slowly swung my bag over my shoulder.

“I’ll meet you outside okay?” I whispered to Caroline.

She nodded and made her way out of the classroom.

Dean’s back was to me. Erasing the markings on the board.

I cleared my throat, making him jump.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” I chuckled. Trying hard to keep myself from belting out in laughter.

His lips slowly curved up into that freakin smile I love so much.

Why does he have this affect on me?

“I-it’s okay.” He cackled. “How are you?”

My lips dropped, as I remembered why I was here in the first place.

I slowly walked over to him. My eyes looking down at my feet.

“I didn’t mean to be so rude on Thursday. I was just-I don’t know. Mad I guess.” I muttered.

I looked up, our gaze locked on to each other.

“I love you Dean. And I am still so mad that you lied to me. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I keep finding myself wondering how you are.” My voice shook.

His mouth parted, and his eyes widened.

I pressed my lips to his. Gently grazing over each other. He still somehow sparked something in me.

“But we can’t do this.” I whispered over his lips. “I’m sorry.”

I retrieved my bag, and walked out of the class room. My eyes welled with tears.

Sam was right, it doesn’t matter if we love each other or not, he was still my teacher. We could never be together. It was impossible.

So I had to do what was best, I had to let him go.

Imagine – Babysitting JJ with Jensen

Word Count – 2016

Pairing – Divorced! Jensen x Reader

Triggers – None that I can think of?

A/N – Please take note this is just an imagine. I love Jensen and Danneel very, very much and ship them so much !! I would never expect them to ever get a divorce so please don’t take this in the wrong way, it’s just fanfiction! Thank you. Also, I’m thinking of making this into a series. So if I should post a part 2 please let me know.


You pulled into Jensen’s driveway and parked in your normal spot, taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror, fixing your hair and makeup before getting out of the car. “Act casual, y/n. It’s just a crush, It’s just a crush, it’s just a crush.” You whispered to yourself, but you knew it was more.

You got out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking on it loudly. Not even 10 seconds and the door comes flying open along with a smiling Jensen with his smiling baby girl in his arms. “y/n! it’s so great to see you!” He brought you in for a side hug, hugging JJ after.

You walked into the living room and noticed all the toys on the floor, smiling and shaking your head when you noticed the tiny impala toy on the floor. “Seriously, Jensen? That is so Dean of you.” He picked up the toy car and looked at it, passing it over to JJ who was now in your arms. “Dean’s a good role model, sometimes.” “Daddy’s – car!” JJ said happily, holding the car up in the air and looking at the toy with amazement.

“She knows” You and Jensen both laughed, sighing and smiling at each other after. God he was beautiful with his green apple eyes, curling lip whenever he smiled. His laugh made your heart warm, and his voice gave you shivers.

“I’m going to go look through the script for episode 9, if ya need anything just yell. Thank you so much for watching her.” He kissed your cheek without thinking, heart sinking after while yours stopped but he didn’t say anything and just walked away with a frown, wishing he could’ve kissed your lips instead.

You placed your fingertips over the spot he kissed, smiling to yourself. The sound of JJ fusing got you out of your thoughts. “toys!” “yes, yes we can go play with your toys.” You chuckled while she yelled “yayy!” and waddled over to the spot in the middle of the living room filled with stuffed animals. God she was adorable, just like her father.


It was 4 in the afternoon now. You were sitting in JJ’s room, helping her put on her princess dress she wanted to wear and show daddy. “You look beautiful!” You yelled happily while she smiled and stood In front of her little mirror. “Let’s go show daddy, yeah?”

You picked her up and carried her to Jensen’s work office. You knocked slightly, hopping he wasn’t to busy. “It’s open!” His jaw dropped when he saw his daughter. “look at my princess!” He picked her up and kissed her cheek, making her giggle. “She loves Cinderella, I bought the dress for her last Christmas and she still wears it.” You nodded with a smile. “How’s work?” “Same old, same old. I miss ya being on the show, you made it a lot cooler.” You blushed, hopping he didn’t notice. “Jared called earlier, said he’s coming over around 8 if ya want to stick around and hangout with us” “Sure! Sound’s great!” ‘Awesome! I’ll let Jared know.” Jensen fist bumped the air and screamed yes quietly to himself once you left, excited for tonight especially now that you’d be there.


It was 7:30 and it was time for JJ to go to sleep. You carried her up the stairs while Jensen followed from behind, staring up and down your body while you weren’t looking, feeling all the nervousness and sadness hit in his stomach.

“Don’t…want…sleep!” she fussed, pouting her arms. “Think about this, when you wake up I’ll make you pancakes just like how you like them.” Jensen said. “With y/n?” “With y/n.” She smiled while Jensen gave her a small high five.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I love you.” “I love you too, daddy.” She heled onto his finger, making your and Jensen’s hearts warm up from cuteness. “Forever?” ‘Forver” She said funny, not being able to say that word properly yet.  “Night, mommy!” She yelled from the crib. You and Jensen froze, not knowing what to say. “Sweetie, I’m y/n not mommy.” You frowned, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“But – mommy?” “Mommy will be here in two days honey.” He said, holding up two fingers and looking at you with worry. “Okay, night y/n.” “Night J”

Jensen closed the door behind you, while you tried not to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry about that, she’s just confused is all. I hope you’ll still visit us but if it’s to awkward no I’ll understand.” You looked up at him with confusion and sadness in your eyes, while he looked just as sad too. “Of course I’ll still be here Jensen, I’ll always be here for you both always have been right? Just like you’ve always been here for me.” He nodded and smirked. “Thank you for everything you do for us y/n, honestly.” “My pleasure, now let’s go hangout I feel like I haven’t seen you all day”

“A beer?” he yelled from the kitchen. “Yes!” He passed you the bottle while taking a sip of his own. “We still got like 20 – 30 minutes, what do ya wanna do?” “We can just sit and talk, doesn’t matter to me.” He sat down on the couch and patted the spot closest to him. You plopped down and laughed, laying your head against his chest while he had his arm laying against yours.

“Did you really mean what you said earlier, how you missed me being on the show?” ‘Of course! It was so great having you there. Not to mention I got to see you a lot more.” He stopped, realizing how flirty that sounded. A wave of panic hit him, wondering if he apologize. “Aw is Mr. Ackles getting all sappy on me?” “Pshh, Mr. Ackles is never sappy.” You both chuckled and sipped on your beers, smiling and looking into each other’s eyes a little longer than normal.

“How are your eyes so green and pretty?!” You said, tracking Jensen out of his thoughts. “Um, magic.” “If you really had magic what would you do?” The first thought that came to his head was make you two be together forever, but he couldn’t say it. “Tons of pizza forever.” “Oh, me too! Great minds think alike” “Haha, yeah..” He sighed, looking away.

“You okay, Jense?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Just – thinking.”


“Work, I guess.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” You frowned, placing your hand on top of his.

“Just don’t want ya to leave.” You looked at him with confusion. “Why would I?” “I don’t know, things happen sometimes that you can’t control and it’s just scary.” “I know, it’s life but Jensen you know I love you and J very much. You guys are my family, along with Jared and Misha. I’ll never leave you boys or J okay? Family sticks together through thick and thin.” He gave you a tight hug while you hugged back, sighing against his neck as he did the same. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “I’m glad I’m here too.”


“Hey!” Jared said happily, giving you and Jensen a tight hug. “Hey Jar, still as tall as can be.” You both chuckled. “Of course, and you’re still short!” He picked you up, making you laugh while Jensen stood in the corner and smirked, trying to hide his jealousy. He knew Jared loved Gen very much and would never do a thing to hurt her, but he always got a sick feeling in his stomach when he saw you with another guy wishing he could protect you and love you as his own.

“Did you read the script for episode 9? Crazy right?!” Jared said while grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Yeah, can’t believe Lucifer’s back.” “Mark’s back on set?! What the hell why didn’t you tell me I would’ve came and said hi!” You yelled from the table. “You can come Wednesday since Dan will have JJ” “Woo!!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air with joy while the boys laughed.

You all three sat in the living room and watched The Walking Dead together, talking about everything and anything. You and Jensen were back in your position that you were in before and Jared was in the recliner. “How’s Gen doing. Jared?” “She’s pretty good. The boys are well too.” “Do they still have pizza parties?” “All the time” Jared chuckled, smiling at the thought of his sons.

Jared noticed how Jensen barley took his eyes off you the whole night. Other than when Jared talked, his eyes were always on you with a soft smile. He knew his best friend was crazy in love, but he didn’t understand why he wouldn’t open up and tell her. So many amazing things could happen, he should take the chance.

Eventually you fell asleep in Jensen’s lap while he played with your hair softly, leaving Jared and him to their selves. Jensen got up to get a beer when Jared came and followed him behind after, wanting to talk in private.

“Do ya need a beer too?” “No thanks, I wanted to talk to you about stuff.” Jensen sat down in the chair and chugged his 4th beer of the night while Jared sat across from him.

“Why don’t you tell her?”


“You heard me, you’re obviously head over heals for her, why not tell her?”

“You’re funny man.” Jensen laughed, starting to stand up till Jared pushed him back down. “You’re torturing yourself, dude!” He gave him an angry look then chugged more of his beer, hopping he’d be drunk and forget all about this soon.

“You love her and you know it, why not tell her?! I noticed you staring at her all night, Jensen. You look at her the way I look at Gen, with love and care. Amazing things could come out of this man, take the chance.”

Jensen tossed his empty bottle on the floor and looked away from Jared, wiping the stray tear falling from his cheek angrily. “That’s what I thought about Dan. I thought nothing could ever go wrong, now look at us. The only reason we still talk is cause of JJ. I thought we loved each other, but I guess not. I’m just so scared to get attached, for my daughter to get attached and have her ripped out of our lives.”

“JJ called y/n mom today, did I forget to mention that?” Jared’s eyes went wide. “What’d y/n say? What did you say?” “She just told her how she’s y/n, not mommy. I told her she’ll see her mommy in two days and left with goodnight. Me and y/n talked when we left and I apologized, saying how if she didn’t want to come over anymore I’d understand.” “And she’s still here.” Jensen nodded.

Jared gave him a tight hug and rubbed his back as he cried into his shoulder. “I know you had strong feelings for Danneel. I know you both loved each other at some point and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but amazing things could happen Jensen. It’s better to take the chance than not have it at all, and to be honest? I know she loves you too man.”

Jensen shook his head and wiped his face with his big hands. “Okay, okay yeah you’re right. I’m going to try to tell her tomorrow when JJ takes her nap. I’m going to tell her, I’m actually going to tell her.”


Too little Too late. (part 2)


I’ve been hunting with the boys for a few years now. Ever since my father died, they’re all I have. Sam is like an older brother I’ve always wanted, he and I had a relationship that was so comforting. And dean, I was in love with that man. And it killed me when ever he would bring a girl back home. It would kill me to see him flirt with some chick at a bar. Always having to pretend I didn’t care. It was getting very annoying, until one day I met Ryan. He and I have been dating for a few months now, and today I invited him over for our little party we are having for Charlie.
This will be the first time any of them will meet him. And I am extremely nervous.

I slipped on a black dress that fit my torso, then flowed down my waist. My hair was curled and let loose and I wore black heels. I wanted to impress Ryan. Since I don’t usually dress like this, I thought why not.

My phone went off, causing me to jolt.
“Hey.” I exhaled.
“Hey y/n, it’s Ryan. I am down the street.” He muttered.
“Ok I’ll see you soon!” I squealed, feeling stupid immediately after.
“See you soon.” He chuckled. His voice was deep, not as deep as the boys, but it was close.

I ran to the library where the boys were and cleared my throat.
“Woah y/n, y-you look” dean paused, gulping down his saliva, “y-you look good.” He smirked.

(Deans pov)

I heard a y/n clear her throat, which made me and Sam stop what we were doing.
I swear, every time she enters a room and smiles at me, it takes my breath away. But today, she just looked absolutely stunning, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
“Woah y/n, y-you look” i paused, gulping down my saliva, “y-you look good.” I smirked, trying not too seem so eager.
Her lips curved up into a smile, making my stomach flutter.

“Ok so I invited my boyfriend over. We’ve only been together for 4 months, but I really like him.” She sighed. “So please don’t embarrass me too much? And no talking about the hunting life got it?!” She yelped.
A guy? I knew she would never want me. Why would she. Y/n is the most amazing person I’ve ever met, she’d never fall for a guy like me. I huffed and rolled my eyes.
“Yea whatever.” I mumbled.
“Sure y/n. We’ll be on our best behavior.” Sam winked.
Y/n nodded and squealed. “Do I look ok?”
“You look beautiful.” Sam assured her.
“Dean?” She shot her beautiful eyes my direction.
There was a slight knock at the door.
“He’s here!” She exclaimed.

I turned to Sam and furrowed my eye brows.
“Remember dean, best behavior.” He stammered.
“Yea yea.” I said.

(Readers pov)

“Dean?” I said, feeling the heat escape my body. His eyes locked with mine making my heart race. Why does he have to be so handsome? I could get lost in his eyes all day.

“Uh-” there was a slight knock at the door.
“He’s here!” I yelped and made my way to the front door.

“Hey y/n. Wow you look stunning.” Ryan muttered as he pressed his thin lips on my cheek.
“H-hi Ryan.” I hesitated, trying not to seem too flustered.
“Come on in.”
He smiled and made his way inside. He looked so gorgeous. His black hair was swept to the side, and he wore a black button up with his sleeves rolled up and dark jeans.

“Ryan, these are my best friends Dean and Sam.” I motioned to the boys.
“Hi nice to meet you.” Sam shook his hand and smiled.
Dean huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes squinted and his eye brows furrowed as he stared intently at Ryan. His lips pursed.
“Hi you must be dean.” Ryan reached his hand out toward dean. He didn’t take it though, instead he looked down for a moment then turned away.
“Uh ok! Anyway how’d you two meet?” Sam said, avoiding the awkwardness.
“I bumped into her at the store and made her drop all of her belongings, I felt really bad so I offered to buy her some coffee and well now here we are.” He smiled and squeezed my hand. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, he was just too charming.

Dean huffed and rolled his eyes.
I glared at him trying to figure out what his problem was. I’ve never been so rude to any of the girls he brought over.
“What’s wrong with you.” I mouthed. Dean shrugged his shoulders and mumbled to himself as he walked out of the library.

“Uh sorry, dean isn’t usually like this.” I muttered. Ryan smirked and fixed his eyes on me.
“I should uhm get ready. It was really nice meeting you Ryan.” Sam stated and made his way to his room.

“So you missed me?” Ryan exhaled and placed his hands on my waists, pulling me in.
“Maybe.” I bit my lower lip, feeling the blood rush up to my cheeks.
I haven’t felt this way with anyone but dean, it was different.
Ryan pulled my face up to his and pressed his lips to mine. Our mouths moved in sync.
There was a low grunt behind us making us snap our heads back.
“Dean?” I exhaled.
“Get a room.” He gritted through his teeth and pushed pass us.
What the hell was his problem? Why was he being such an ass?


Everyone finally arrived for Charlie’s coming home party. Man I missed that girl. She was the little sister I never had.
“Hey dean!” She yelped and pulled me into her. “Missed me?”
Ugh sounds just like that Ryan guy.
“Of course. How was never land?” I muttered.
“You mean oz?” She chuckled. “It was so awesome! Oh my gandalf! So-”
Charlie rambled on, but I couldn’t concentrate. My eyes were glued on y/n and Ryan. He never took his hands off her and it drove me crazy. He’s nothing more than a pretty boy. Y/n deserves so much more than that!
“Dean!” Charlie murmured snapping me back to reality.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
“Yea sure something about oz.” I smirked and returned my gaze back to y/n. Charlie’s eyes followed then looked back at me.
“Ahh. Still haven’t told her I see?” She stammered. “Dean I told you before I left that you have to tell her how you feel! Girls like that feelings crap and I’m sure that’d be you with her if you weren’t such a whimp!”
“What-I’m not-shut up!” I stuttered.
“Ok dean. Just trying to help.” She exhaled. I felt bad for snapping at her.
“Sorry Charlie, I’m glad your back. I really missed you.” I said.
She smiled and pressed her lips to my cheek. “Go talk to her doofus! Before it’s too late.” She whispered into my ear. Before I could say anything, Charlie made her way to Sam.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I should just tell her how I really feel.

I looked back to find y/n, but she was gone. They both were.
“What the hell?” I whispered to myself.


“So this is your room?” Ryan muttered.
“Yep the one and only. Nothing special though.” I said. He walked over to my bed and sat down. He motioned for me to sit next to him.
“You look so sexy.” He whispered. I felt his hand slowly glide up my thigh, creating my heart to race.
Our lips locked and his hand slid further up my dress.

There was a slight knock at the door and before I knew it, dean peered his head in.
“Hey y/n ca-” dean paused for a moment, pushing the door open.
“Get your fucking hands off her or I swear I’ll kick your ass!” He grunted.
“Dean what the hell?! Get out of my room!” I screamed.
“No y/n! He doesn’t deserve someone like you!” He inhaled and licked his lips.
I was taken back. Where was all of this coming from?
“Then who deserves me dean?” I yelped. Crossing my arms over my chest.
“You deserve the very best y/n. Someone who will protect you and take care of you no matter what! Someone like me!” His voice shook. “I love you y/n. And seeing you with him is driving me crazy. I want that to be me. I want you to smile at me like you smile at him. I want you to kiss me and never let me go. Damnit y/n, you don’t understand how much you mean to me.” A lump formed in my throat and my jaw fell. Did dean just say he loves me? My heart was beating rapidly and my mind was spinning.
“Dean I-”
“I know I should’ve told you a long time ago. But I was scared you weren’t going to feel the same for me and I’d ruin what we had.” He wiped a tear away from his emerald eyes. “But I just can’t pretend everything is alright and move on. I had to tell you the truth. Or else it would’ve drove me insane.”
Ryan cleared his throat and propped up on his feet. “Um I should go.” He hesitated and left the room. Leaving dean and I alone.
“I’m sorry for ruining your date.” He gritted through his teeth.
I was frozen, not able to move nor blink. I couldn’t concentrate on one single thought.

“Y/n, please say something.” He whispered.

“Dean I was finally getting over you, I was moving on and you throw this on me?! Now?!” I finally spoke. “I gave you so many chances to be with me, but instead you just filled your free time with different girls. Do you know how much that hurt me? And now that I bring one guy over, you decide to tell me you love me?!” I could feel my voice raising. “Bullshit! De-”
Dean pulled me to him and roughly pressed his lips to mine. If it was 2 months ago, I would be ecstatic, but right now I was furious. I pushed him off me. “Get out.” I muttered.
“Dean please. Just go.” I exhaled. Feeling the tears begin to well up. Dean frowned and made his way out of my room.

With all of these different emotions, it was too surreal. If only he had told me this sooner. Before I met Ryan.
I looked down at my stomach and the tears fell, staining my puffy cheeks. If only he told me Before I got pregnant with Ryan.
I pulled my legs up to my chest and wept.
I don’t know what I was going to do.