not too happy with the third one

“I hope we last. I hope we do.

But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:

I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.

Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.

If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.

Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.
—  (via mangohtangoh)
andreil soulmate au

An @aftgexchange pinch-hit for @andrewjsten; I hope you enjoy!

Imagine an AU where you can’t lie to your soulmate. 

Everyone knows this.

Well, as in, it is physically possible; Neil can open his mouth and say something untrue to Andrew.

But soulmates are two people who share a soul. Two people who were meant to be one, but were torn asunder by the gods in their rage.

A soul will know the condition and the intention on its other half; for they are part of the same soul, in the end.

  • Which means that Andrew knows that Neil is his soulmate almost immediately
  • He flies out with Kevin to meet this rookie forward that Kevin’s raving about. He hasn’t bothered to watch the videos, he’s just going because they’re desperate for a new team member after the last recruit, and Kevin insists on going and Kevin won’t go alone
  • So he has the lowest of expectations when Neil comes rabbiting into the changing room and Andrew swings without thinking about it
  • His first thought is ‘what an idiot’ and his second is ‘hot tho’
  • And then Neil says something about not deserving to play on the same court as Kevin and Andrew can feel it in his bones, in his heart, in his soul that Neil is lying
  • Which makes his third thought about Neil ‘well fuck’

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I hope we last. I hope we do.

But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:

I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.

Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.

If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.

Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

Taehyung

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FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

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P E T E R  M A X I M O F F

Originally posted by maryjosez

“I love you, idiot,” Y/N confessed, an anxious feeling wrenching at her gut. The boy’s face illuminated in happiness as the words left her mouth. Peter’s eyes lit up as he leaned in and feverishly kissed her, smiling against her lips. 

“I love you too, dork,” He asserted, skimming his thumb across her jaw as he gazed into her E/C hues dreamily.

W A R R E N  W O R T H I N G T O N

Originally posted by gryffinddor

“Y-You what?” Warren repeated for the third time as his eyes shot open at the final realization at what she said. He shot forward, tackling the girl onto the floor as he placed small, yet hungry kisses upon her face, and then one on her lips.

“I love you too,” He said, getting off of her, and carrying her bridal-style back to his dorm in confidence.

A L E X  S U M M E R S

Originally posted by lucasdaily

Alex nearly choked on his beer as those words left Y/N’s mouth, Jubilee’s jaw dropped, Jean passed Scott a twenty dollar bill with a shit-eating grin, and Peter wolf whistled as loud as he possibly could. His Azure-Blue gaze shifted to your serious expression, and without thought, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was full of hunger and need, and for a split second, he forgot he wasn’t alone with her. He let go of her, and her fingers were at her lips, tracing where his were in shock.

“I knew that,” He asserted with a smirk. “But do you know what’s cool?” Alex’s smirk disappeared, and a smile found it’s way onto his lips. “I love you too,”

“I told you, sucker,” Jean smirked, as Scott’s face was dumbstruck.

C H A R L E S  X A V I E R

Originally posted by holy-cherik

“That’s quite a stupid thing to say,” Charles stated with confusion placed all over his usual calm expression. “But I can say that I love you too,” He admitted, adverting his Icy-Blue hues away from her E/C ones. The woman’s petite hands found their way to the collar of the button-down he was wearing, and she’d crashed her lips onto his. His arms snaked around her waist, and he smiled against her lips as they kissed.

S C O T T  S U M M E R S

Originally posted by 08s

Scott dropped the Pop can he held in his hand, Jubilee squealed like the little girl she was, Peter said something disgustingly funny, and Alex said something completely vulgar and amazing as the words finally escaped your lips. “R-Really?” Scott choked out, his jaw basically touching the floor at this point. 

“Of course, goofball,” She confirmed, a chuckle and a small ‘idiot’ coming from Alex, his lovely older brother. Scott was beaming in joy, as he snaked his arms around Y/N’s waist, picked her up, and proceeded to spin her around as he kissed her. 

“I love you too, Y/N,” He agreed, a smile plastered on his face.

Kouhai Trading

Imagine the captains of each team sitting at a table with all the lights dimmed except one center light.
The atmosphere is tense and they are all eyeing one another.
Sawamura, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Futakuchi, Terushima in one circlular table.
The silence weighs heavy on all of them.
Then, Kuroo breaks into a cheshire cat grin, and pulls out a card.
“LEV” it says.
“OKAY SAWAMURA I’LL TRADE LEV FOR HINATA!”
(This is the start of the Kouhai Underground Trading Enterprises. Or as Bokuto likes to call it. KUTE. “It sounds like Cute,“ he says.)

Lol these are just some ridiculous headcanons I feel they’d do:
-After Kuroo says “FOR HINATA” they all burst into argument.
-“NO KUROO SUGA AND I RAISED HIM HE’S OUR CHILD.”
-“SAWAMURA AKAASHI AND I PRACTICALLY ADOPTED HIM ALREADY.”
-“HE GETS ALONG WITH KENMA AND I MORE THAN ANY OF YOU.”
-“HE MAKES KOGANEGAWA MANAGEABLE AND AONE LIKES HIM THAT KID WOULD BE PERFECT IN DATEKO. AONE LIKES HIM GUYS. AONE.”
-“CHIBI-CHAN IS CUTE AND INTERESTING AND CALLED ME THE GRAND KING, I WANNA STEAL HIM FROM TOBIO-CHAN!”
-“Little chibi-chan is cool, he defended megane-chan. I like him.”
“I do not want Hinata on my team.”
-They all glare at Ushijima.
-“Hinata wouldn’t go where Kageyama isn’t.”
-“Fine… fair enough… Sawamura gimme your Libero. Kid has talent. Also Yakkun really likes him… I’ll give you Lev I mean he gets along with Chibi-chan.”
-“No Kuroo… no one wants Lev.”
-“HEY HEY HEY Can I take Kenmaaa? Akaashi loves it when he’s around. I’ll give you Konoha.”
-“Konoha is a third year…”
-“KENMA IS MINE BACK OFF BO!”
-“ILL GIVE YOU ALL KOGANEGAWA FOR FREE PLEASE I BEG YOU SAKUNAMI IS SUFFERING.”
-“N O O.”
-“Hey Kuroo, you want Tanaka? Yamamoto gets along with him. I’d take Inuoka, kid’s super nice.”
-“Yaku would freak with extra kids to take care of… I told you man he’ll only accept Sugawara or Libero Chibi. Also Inuoka is our son so no.”
-“Suga… is off all bets and is a third year thank you. Noya would be so happy but we need a Libero sorry.”
-“Gimme Chibi-chan I’ll give you Kyoutani.”
-“That is so unfair man… Even I “knowl” that..“
-“Good one Bo.”
-“Can I have your glasses manager???”
-“No….”
-“Kyoutani is free I promise you.”
-“Only if his trainer (Iwaizumi) comes too.”
-“NO IWA-CHAN AND HIS ARMS AND FACE AND ENTIRE SOUL ARE WITH ME OKAY.”
-“I think Oikawa should come to Shiratorizawa.”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-Oikawa flips the table and points his middle finger at Ushijima.
-“Over Iwa-chan’s dead body.”
-They all argue.
-Suga, Iwaizumi, Akaashi and Yaku come in, sort everything out, and scold each one of them with long lectures about illegal trading and human rights and respecting kouhais.
-In the end… no one was traded. (Even though Bokuto DID try to steal Hinata again.)

a lot of good/cool things are going on in my life rn aaaa?

See? You Didn’t Die

Request: “Hii, Could you please do an imagine where Bill is telling the losers club about his kiss with Bev and Eddie starts talking about the amount of germs and gross stuff people share when they kiss but the reader gets fed up and just grabs his face and kisses him in front of anyone and goes “See? You didn’t die, honey, now shut the fuck up” or something like that? I love your writing!”

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader 

“You guys kissed?!” Eddie exclaimed.

Bill was currently telling you and your friends Stan, Richie, Mike, Ben and your boyfriend Eddie about how him and Beverly had kissed. That boy had been crushing on Beverly ever since the third grade when they did a played together and kissed. Ever since then Bill’s crush had grown and he finally got another kiss from Beverly, one that he had been waiting for.

You were happy for him, you wished everyone in the group would get their happy ending like you and Eddie did. Although it was too early to say that you and Eddie loved each other and you were really happy together.

“That is gross imagine how many germs you both swapped out.” Eddie cringed.

“So you’re telling me you and Y/N have never really kissed?” Richie asked in disbelief.

“Nope only on the cheek because this boy thinks he might get in infectious disease and die.” You murmured.

“I could okay you never know!” Eddie defended.

“Give us a break Eddie loosen up.” Stan spoke up.

“How am I supposed to when there could be at least hundreds of ger”

You didn’t let Eddie finish because you slammed your lips onto his and kissed him passionately. You both heard the boys whistle, chuckle and/or giggle as they saw the scene unfold in front of their eyes.

You pulled away from the kiss and smirked at Eddie who was in shock, “See? You didn’t die, honey, now shut the fuck up.” 

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Eddie said in disbelief.

“Well believe it baby it did so get used to it because it won’t be the last time I do it.” You warned as you sat down.

“Damn Eddie you just got schooled by your girl.” Mike chuckled along with the rest of the boys.

Eddie just shook his head still in disbelief that that had just happened. Wow. 

nct dream teen titans au: haechan as beast boy (insp)

Cyborg: Come on, how can you deprive me of the all-meat experience?
Beast Boy: Dude, I’ve BEEN most of those animals.

anonymous asked:

Jindosh in modern Academia for a prompt?

first of all, he’d be such a MEME

Rate Your Professor, student reviews:

>For everyone curious - yes, the thumb-vape is REAL

>Can’t wait for the day when T-800 comes from the future to stop Jindosh from inventing Skynet

>If Nikola Tesla and Walugi had a baby, and this baby was raised in a vapor store

>I never knew how great the capacity for hate was in my heart before I met him. I am a very peaceful person, but I could strangle him with his own ugly neck-tie.

>FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK YYYYYYYOOOOOUUUU

>If you thought Severus Snape treated his students badly, get a load of this guy

>My biggest nightmare is that at the greatest moment of my life Jindosh appears and says “Mediocre”.

>One guy was texting during the class and Jindosh jumped from the lector podium, ran up to him, grabbed his phone and threw it out of the window

>The Genius. The Myth. The Dickbag.

>One time he brought something that looked like a box with a periscope on top of it to the class and turned it to us. It pointed laser lines at the foreheads of everyone in the audience and kept tracking people even if they tried to move. Jindosh calmly looked at his clock and said “Hm, 3,5 seconds for a target lock-on.  Needs improvement.”

>There’s a tradition of buying “I Survived Kirin Jindosh’s Murder Course” t-shirts at the end of the year.

> Daddy Long Legs

>One time I saw him drinking coffee from a fancy porcelain cup, then casually chug down 2 red bulls in less than a minute and get back to sipping coffee like nothing happened

>I got a job at Google after I showed them a page from my lab project where Jindosh wrote “Interesting”.

>When I see movies with mad scientists after taking this class: “Pfff, amateurs!”

>He gave us test papers today. We should have been alarmed that it looked like a normal test instead of his usual fucking puzzles, but we were just happy. “He was too busy building death rays in his basement!” we thought. The fools! We started working on a test and after like 20 minutes noticed that our first answers vanished. The paper was dissolving the ink! Jindosh smiled and said that this test will make up one third of our final grade. And then he sat there, smirking and vaping from his goddamn thumb, and watched us panic and try to find something that won’t disappear on these fucking papers.  

>Good luck with your grades if Jindosh doesn’t find you interesting, and God help you if he does.

>This is the asshole that you’re going to hate and curse more than all of the other teachers combined, but then one day he says “Impressive. There might be some potential in you after all” and it’s the proudest you’ve ever felt.

Shit Kirin Jindosh Says, a collaborative documentary account:

“Since you’ve turned in your first homework at the last week’s class, it’s time to address the grades. Everyone gets an “F”.  I didn’t actually read your homework, of course, because I have infinitely more interesting and important things to do than reading your feeble attempts to grasp the obvious. In fact, I could achieve more advancement of the modern technology in a time that this lecture takes than all of you combined will manage in your entire lives. But if anyone thinks that their work deserves my attention, tell me and I will read it right now, and then share everything I think about your papers and you in particular.”

“I took points from the score of your project, Williams, because it’s ugly. Yes, it’s functional, and yes, there’s even an idea that is not completely banal, but it’s put together sloppily. You didn’t perfect the design until the elegance and simplicity of forms could emerge. If you’re not interested in doing this because you want to save your precious time for drinking and orgies, then I suggest you transfer to Sokolov’s class.”

“Today’s lab work is a group project. You will form pairs and each complete one half of the presented tasks. For the next class each of you will also write a program that can complete the same tasks as your partner did. The final goal is to successfully replace the human counterpart.”

“You make me test and challenge myself every day, Parker. I’m used to my genius mind knowing no boundaries, no limits of imagination, yet in the multitude of all possible universes I struggle to imagine a single one where you said anything worthwhile.”

“I have few comments to make regarding a so-called “Jindosh-bot” that roamed the premises yesterday. The integration of a smoke machine for hand-pipe is moderately clever, and the moustache wind-mill was not devoid of originality.  But the movement dynamics are horribly outdated! What did you use as a prototype, an epileptic cow? This is inexcusable as you have an access to the documentation of the Clockwork’s early builds. Overall, B- for the effort.”

SKJS is proud to present our first Kirin Jindosh dub-step remix. Mind your sensitivities, people!

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❝ It’s over. ❞

Plot: Jimin cheats on you, because he’s too drunk, and you broke up with him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader 

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Angst

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

The happy barking of your dog was the best welcome after a long and tiring day of study and work. You laid the purse and the keys on the cupboard near the entrance and you were ready to head to the bathroom to relax a little when strange noises from your bedroom made you block completely.  

Immediately your heart began to beat at an abnormal rate because they were little misunderstanding sounds and immediately understood what was going on in that room.  

Your hands began to tremble and in small steps you began to walk towards your room, finally reaching the door. Yet you couldn’t open it, you were scared to death to see what, or rather who, was in it. But your hopes were destroyed shortly after because the female voice screamed that name, the name you hoped to never hear, and with your hopes, even your heart broke completely. 

Your brain allowed you not to hurt yourself and trying to remain silent you turned and left the house looking for a possible refuge to spend those hours.  

You never thought that Jimin could cheat you. After a year of relationship by now you thought you were perfect together, he was so considerate to you and he always tried to show you how much he loved you. You had so hard to trust him, because of your past experiences, that that seemed like a joke to you because it felt impossible that he really did.  

Walking through the streets of Seoul you didn’t cry, because there were too many people who could see you, stopping in a kiosk and starting to drink in solitary. You never liked alcohol, but at that moment you just wanted to anesthetize a little the pain your felt into your heart.  

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Russian names: pet names

As in, names for loved ones, not for pets, although those are fun, too.

(I’ve been considering a post like this for a long time, and then I got an ask requesting it, so I decided to go ahead and pick up my drafts. Dear person who requested it, I’m very sorry, I accidentally clicked “send” before I took note of your URL, that’s why I’m not tagging you. Credits for prompting this are yours, anyway.)

Most Russian partners and spouses address and refer to each other by the diminutives or their first names, sometimes using a slightly different version than everyone else (Vitka or Vitenka, rather than just Vitya, Yurka or Yurochka rather than Yura), but generally, they use the same names for each other as their siblings and close friends use for them.

Also, Russians in general (especially Russian men, Georgi Popovich notwithstanding) are a little (okay, a lot) more reserved than people in a lot of other countries; ending every phone call with “I love you”, making sure there are always fresh flowers in the house and bringing each other breakfast in bed isn’t something that happens very often, not even in novels.. 

Therefore, not a lot of Russians make up pet names for each other, call each other something new and sweet every day or even explicitly say “I love you” at all. 

That said, pet names still do exist, and people do use them - sometimes sincerely, and sometimes jokingly or even in mocking.

Before I begin my three-page rant on Russian nicknames, I’d like to make sure we’re clear about three things.

First, my transliteration isn’t the only correct way to spell it. There’s often no right way to transliterate some words or letters, so if you see and like some other way to spell some word - go ahead and use that, it most possibly doesn’t matter. Just watch out for o/a and e/i in unstressed syllables (it’s YurOchka, VitEnka), because those, if spelled wrong, look like spelling mistakes rather than alternative transliterations.

Second, YMMV. Russia is huge. Dialects exist. People are different. There’s a good chance someone may use some words differently, and that’s okay.

Third, I hope everyone’s aware that it’s also okay to use any words you like in your fanfic, even if they only sound Russian, or don’t even sound Russian at all; it’s your text, you’re the one who’s creating the universe your characters live in; the Russia in your fanfic doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the Russia that exists in our world.

If, however, you want to stick to the real-life Russian pet names, this text is for you.

The first thing that’s important to remember when picking a Russian endearment is gender. A lot of Russian words aren’t gender-neutral, and using the wrong gender makes it hilarious if the person is secure in their gender or offensive, if they have gender-related issues. So please, make sure you pick a gender-neutral word or use the correct version of a gendered one. I marked all feminine words with an f, and all masculine with an m, and explicitly stated if the word is gender-neutral.

The word most frequently used in fanfic, “дорогой(m, dorogoy)/дорогая(f, dorogaya)” is, indeed, the equivalent for “darling”, but in real life it’s hardly ever used as an endearment. Instead, it’s more of a word for old married couples: “Dorogaya, you ruined my life, - You’re not exactly a gift yourself, dorogoy!”. It’s used ironically or jokingly much more often than as an actual way to address someone you love. It’s also the same word as “expensive”, so statements like “Moya dorogaya is very dorogaya, that’s the third silver necklace this week” aren’t unheard of.

Much more often used is “милый(m, miliy)/милая(f, milaya)”. It basically means the same - “dear/darling” - but sounds more gentle and intimate. Young women use that, along with lubimiy, on girly forums to refer to their boyfriends (”Last night miliy said that I…”).

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“There’s too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption… Someone has to stop it.”

-Blake Belladonna

Ok in all honesty this one has definitely been the most difficult of the three I’ve done so far but it was definitely the most fun. Capturing the Feline aspect of her Faunus appearance and giving her a more exotic and stern appearance was a very fun challenge and I’m happy with the results! Here she is guys! The third member of Team RWBY! Blake Belladonna!

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3


“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

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Sam Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Request: Congratulations on your900followers!Could I possibly request something with Sam Winchester?Like pregnant!reader,and she has her babies?Two boys, one girl?Basically it’s her having them and taking them home to the bunker,Cas,Dean,&Mary meeting them?:) by @marygracewinchester

Warnings: Labor. 

Notes: I’m so soooo sorry for just posting this now… i’m trying to write all the thing i have to write but i have no inspiration. I’m really sorry guys. Oh and sorry about the small gif, was the only one i found. I hope you like the story though :)


“Okay, they will probably be home in two days.” Sam said after hanging up the phone. Dean, Cas and - strange as it may seem - Mary, went to solve an important case a few towns away and you and Sam didn’t go because…well you were 9 months pregnant, and you could go into labor any moment now.  

“Great.” You said. “Look, this is super cute.” You pointed at the matching Disney jumpsuits. You two were at the mall, seeing some more baby clothes for the twins you were expecting. One boy and one girl. 

“Mickey and Minnie? A little cliché, don’t you think?” He said frowning and you rolled your eyes. He laughed, giving away that he was messing with you. “Adorable, we are taking it.” He said taking the jumpsuits and putting them in the shopping cart. “Oh, look at this.” He said and you laughed when you saw that he was talking about jumpers with little wings in the back.

“Cas would be happy if we took those.” You said with a small smile and he agreed. After a while, you finally went in line to pay, with quite a few clothes, cute toys and stuff like that. Sam always imagined himself in those situations, but never really thought that would actually happen. He was incredibly happy with all of this. With his mother back, you pregnant with twins and especially… with you. He was a better man with you, he knew that. 

“Hm…excuse me?” An old lady touched your arm, and you turned and smiled to her. “Sweetie, this is super normal in pregnancy but… your pants are wet.” 

“What?” You asked shocked and embarrassed, putting your hands in your tights and noticing that they were in fact humid. What the hell….? Sam suppressed a laugh but immediately positioned himself behind you to cover you. But before you could say anything else, you groaned in pain, putting your hands in your belly.

What. The. Hell.

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked in worry, looking at you a little confused. “What is it?” 

“Oh no…” The old woman said and Sam looked at her, already desesperate at this point.

“Oh no what?” He said a little louder than he intented.

“She’s in labor.” She said, and you and him looked at each other with terrified faces. 

This was definitely a big ‘OH NO’


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“Sammy!” You cried grinding your teeth, feeling like your back was breaking apart. 

“Shh, you’re gonna be okay.” He said trying to walk through the hospital along with the stretcher that you were laying down on, which the doctors were quickly pushing towards the labor room. “Just breathe.” 

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” You cried before you screamed louder because of another contration. His eyes widened and he looked at the doctor not knowing what to do, and the doctor just struggled. They finally got to the labor room so you could lie in another bed, and immediately Sam went to your side, holding your hand. 

“Hey (Y/N)” He said seeing you with tears in your eyes, and sweat in your forehead.

“I’m not going to handle it, oh god…” You said hyperventilating and crying hard.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me.”He said squeezing your hand harder, and you finally looked into his eyes. He put a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You can do this, okay? We can do it. We’re having a baby, just relax, I will be here by your side the entire time. You’re so strong (Y/N)…” He said with heart eyes and you smiled a little bit. He bent down whispering this part in your ear. “You can fight monsters, demons, the devil himself. Twins? It gonna be easy.” He said and you smiled more. “I love you.”

And you wanted to answer that with words. You really did. But another contraction started and Sam understood your loud scream as an “I love you too.” 

“Okay, push!” The doctor ordered.


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You were crying, sweating and incredibly tired. Two and a half hours. You’d been in labor work for two and a half hours already. The boy, Ash, was already clean and wrapped in a blanket, but the girl… well, she insisted in not getting out. Sam was crying too, mostly because of the emotion of the birth of his first child, but also because of all the emotions of the situation. He was in so much anguish from seeing you in so much pain, and this time, there was nothing he could do about it.

“Okay and she’s….” The doctor said and they waited for another cry. “…Out, okay here she is daddy” The doctor said handing Jo in Sam’s arm. Of course you two agreed on those names in honor of your loving friends that unfortunaly weren’t around anymore. He smiled looking at his little girl, and showed her to you making you smile and cry hard.

“We did it sweetie.” He said giving you a chaste kiss when a nurse got Jo from Sam’s arms. 

“Okay, prepare yourself (Y/N), the other boy is coming.” The doctor said and you and Sam looked at each other with wide eyes.

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?” You mentally thanked Sam for saying it out loud for you. The doctor slowly looked up to you and frowned when he saw your desesperate faces.

“Hm…. You know you’re having triplets right?” The doctor said and you gasped. Sam looked about to pass out and you… you just didn’t process that information. 

“Excuse me? She’s expecting twins.” Sam said with a nervous laugh. When you discovered it was going to be two, you freaked out but figured you’d have to make it work. But now… with three?? Three kids?

“Two babies! Just two…AHH” You started but was interrupted when another contraction hit you. 

Fuck.

It was triplets.


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"This is your fault you know.” You said looking with a sweet smile at your three babies sleeping in the cribs next to your bed and Sam huffed looking at you with a small smile.

“How this is my fault?” He said looking back to the triplets still hypnotized with them.

“It was your sperm.” You said and he laughed as loudly as he could without waking them up. 

“Shhh don’t say that in front of the kids.” He said messing with you and you rolled your eyes. He was sitting in the bed you were resting, holding your hand. “We still need a name though." 

"We could call him Kevin…” You suggested remembering the small guy you all missed so much. 

“I would like that, but… I’d feel strange calling a baby Kevin.” He said and you sighed relieved.

“I’m glad you think the same way.” You said with a small laugh and he laughed too.

“I like the name Tom.” He said with a smile looking at the third boy and you raised your eyebrows.

“I like that. Like, a lot.” You said to him and he smiled.

“Tom is it.” He said squeezing your hand and giving you a chaste kiss. “Ash, Jo and Tom. Our kids….”

“A little surreal right?” You said and he nodded. “I’m fucking happy Sam.”

“Okay, we will really need to work on your vocabulary around the kids.” He said and you both laughed. 


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Sam pushed your wheelchair through the hospital with his right hand, and with his left one carried Jo in a hand baby carriage while a nurse pushed the twins’ baby cart with Tom and Ash. Unfortunately, Dean, Cas and Mary couldn’t arrive in time. They were driving back to the bunker non stop, but they were still a day away. A shame, because they were the most important people on both of your lives and they weren’t there, and of course, help would be more than welcome now that you had… Three babies to take care of. Although they thought it was only two, you and Sam agreed that it would be fun to make a little surprise for them. 

“Finally home.” You said sighing relieved when you got out of the garage and Sam agreed. You were both really tired, you just needed a hot shower. With Sam’s help, you slowly walked towards your room, while he went to the babies’ room to put them on their cribs. For your luck, non of them woke up. 

“Hey…” He said with a small smile laying down on the bed next to you with the electronic nanny in his hands.  

“Hey there.” You said lazily putting your hand in his cheek while he circled your waist with his arm. Although your belly was still a little swollen, it was nice to be in Sam’s arms without a giant belly separating you two. 

“Want to take a shower?” He asked giving you a chaste kiss and you sighed tiredly.

“I really do, but I will wait until Dean arrives. I can’t leave you alone with those three.” You said with a small laugh and he agreed closing his eyes. 

“Try to sleep babe, if I need you I’ll wake you up.” He said kissing your forehead and getting out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” You asked already sleepy and fighting to keep your eyes open. 

“I will watch TV to keep me awake. Sleep darling, you need to rest.” He said and you agreed already entering a deep sleep.


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“(Y/N)…” You heard Sam’s voice and felt his hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N)…” You slowly opened your eyes and saw him with Tom in his arms. A crying Tom. Okay, you had to get used to it. You sat up and he put Tom in your arms for you to feed him. 

“The others didn’t wake up?” You asked looking at the small person in your arms. 

“No…” He was interrupted by a loud noise, the bunker door. “Dean arrived.”

“Go greet them, they must be excited to see us.” You said and Sam agreed going out of the room. 

“What the heck…?” Sam whispered when he saw his brother, his mom and Cas walking down the stairs with giant bags of the baby store where your water broke. “What is all of this guys?” Sam asked laughing a little taking one bag from his mother arms. 

“I could ask you the same thing Sammy!” Dean exclaimed when he got down the stairs, throwing the bags on the table. “We got here and a truck was parked in front of the Bunker and they said this was all a present for you and (Y/N) because of what happened!” Dean said going up the stairs again to get more bags from the trunk.

“Holy crap.” Sam said laughing a little while Mary and Cas hugged him. 

“What happened in that store?” Mary asked.

“Oh, about that…” Sam said realizing that he just forgot to tell that detail. “(Y/N)’s water broke in the middle of the store.”

“Oh god” Mary said shocked.

“Yeah…” Sam said. “But now we got one hundred clothes from there, apparently.” 

“Where’s (Y/N)? I wanna see her.” Cas asked anxiously.

“In the room, Tom just woke up.” 

“Congratulations bro.” Dean said finally hugging Sam after he finished taking the others bags from the truck and Sam smiled. “But wait… Tom? I thought that you agreed on Jo and Ash.” 

Sam didn’t say anything, just smiled and lead his family to where you and Tom were. 

“They’re here.” Sam said to you when he entered and you smiled to everybody.

“Hey sweetheart….” Dean said entering your room, giving you a kiss on the forehead and running his finger through Tom’s head. “He’s beautiful…”

“So small…” Mary said hyptonized with her nephew in your arms. “Are you okay (Y/N)? The labor was rough?” 

“A little bit…” You said exchanging funny looks with your husband, they still didn’t know about the triplets. “But I’m okay now.” 

“He’s blessed (Y/N)” Cas said touching Tom’s head and giving you a sweet smile. “I’m glad we finally got to meet the babies.” 

“You want to meet Jo?” Sam asked and everybody nooded. “Let’s go then.”

“Give me Tom (Y/N), so you can take a shower.” Sam continued and you smiled putting your son in his arms, and Dean helped you to get up. They went to the babies room and Dean slowly opened the door. 

“Sam… why are there three cribs?” Cas asked confused and Sam opened a smile.

“Surprise!” You said appearing behind Sam, putting your hand in his back, and the three of them looked with eyes and mouth wide open towards you. 

“You’re kidding right?” Dean asked, slowly opening a smile. “Triplets?!” 

“We didn’t know either until labor.” You said struggling.

“And we decided to make a surprise for you guys.” Sam said and Mary started laughing looking with heart eyes at Ash and Jo.

“Three kids? Oh god, it’s going to be hard work.” Mary said. “And we’re going to help you guys in everything you need.” 

“They are adorable.” Dean said picking up Jo in his arms when she opened her eyes. Dean, as much as he denied it, was father material and everyone that saw him with a baby could see this. 

“Can I pick Ash?” Cas said and you nodded with a smile, showing him the right way to do it. But seconds later, he made a strange face leaving all of you confused.

“What’s up man?” Sam asked and he looked up at the both of you.

“I think he needs a new diaper.” Cas said and you all laughed. Yeah, he and the boys will need to learn how to change one diaper for now on. 

Or a lot of them.

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: CEO!FWB!Tom AU, that’s all you need to know. 

*Notes: Might make this a series??? Let me know what you think ;)

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Tom stripped himself of his sweaty gym clothes; his muscles sore from pushing himself for almost three hours. His morning had already done a number on him – and he still had to go into work later today. Being the CEO of his own company took a toll on him, and it also didn’t give him enough time and room to call in sick, or even something as simple as getting a day or two for himself. Everyday was stress after stress. He picked up his phone, sending a quick text with the message, “Rough day, when can I see you?”, before setting it back down on the counter and hopping into the shower. His insides were screaming as the hot water hit his skin.

He thought about what he’d have to do when he got to the office – it was a lot of pressure, when he thought about it, especially for someone at the ripe age of twenty-three. He didn’t have much time to enjoy himself after college. His father had prepped him to take the CEO position his whole life and, even though Tom was grateful, he almost resented his father for not taking into consideration what Tom might have wanted to do with his life instead. But, he couldn’t complain. He was set for life.

As soon as Tom was out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he picked up his phone with dry hands, looking to see if he got a reply. Nothing. He frowned, thinking that something else – or better – had come up. He shook his head; he’d have to find another way to entertain himself before he had to go in at ten. He had just settled in on the couch, remote in hand, still just in his towel, when there was a knock on the door. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed as he checked his watch. It’s only almost seven in the morning. Who could be at his door? He got up, peeking through his apartment door’s peephole and seeing a girl, about his age, standing outside with a plumber’s uniform on. He cleared his throat, opening the door.

“I heard there was a problem with your plumbing – something about a pipe needing to be taken care of?” Tom gave the young woman a confused smile, shrugging.

“I didn’t call for a plumber.” He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his unclothed chest – it wasn’t until then that he remembered he was only sporting a towel. The girl shrugged, stepping forward as she showed him the inside of the bag she carried.

“Well, I don’t have any tools.” Without another word, Tom caught her as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her lips were immediately on his as Tom moved them into his apartment, shutting the door.

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