SO APPARENTLY TONY LOOKS OFF PENSIVELY INTO THE DISTANCE IN THIS NEW TRAILER AND HONESTLY ALL I CAN IMAGINE IS HIM THINKING ‘so yeah that’s the giant fucking alien army I was panicking about whilst u all said I was crazy u guys’
3 for creek? could you also please make craig the jealous one? thank you!!!
I’m sorry this took so long, but here it is!
“You’ve seriously never seen Die Hard?” Kenny asked incredulously, leaning against Tweek’s locker.
“I don’t see what the big deal is!” Tweek replied.
“It’s one of the best movies of all time, dude.” Craig said. “We’re watching it this weekend.”
The three boys were gathered at their lockers in between class and continuing a conversation they’d started at lunch. Tweek had said he thought action movies were boring, and everyone else had been horrified to learn that he’d never seen one of their favorite eighties classics.
“Do you want to come with us, Kenny?” Tweek asked. “We can watch it at my house!”
Kenny flashed his world famous grin and Craig felt himself frown, surprised by Tweek’s suggestion. He’d assumed it would just be himself and Tweek watching the movie, which was how he liked it.
“Sounds fun.” Kenny said, reaching down to ruffle Tweek’s hair.
Tweek laughed, shrieking with joy.
“Kenny! Stop!” He said.
Craig felt his frown deepen. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tweek having friends, it was just that this particular exchange seemed rather…flirtatious. And Kenny was so good looking.
“I know you love it!” Kenny teased.
“Whatever.” Tweek said with another laugh. “I have to get to class. My AP chem teacher is fucking crazy about being on time.”
“I’ve gotta get going too.” Kenny said, waving. “See you guys later!”
He walked off down a different hallway as a warning bell rang, leaving Tweek and Craig alone. Tweek smiled up at him, clutching a textbook to his chest.
Craig was too distracted by his jealousy to smile back.
“Craig?” Tweek asked. “You okay?”
“Huh? I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”
Tweek gave him an amused smirk.
“You look like you just saw a ghost, you weirdo.”
“Not a ghost.” He muttered bitterly. “Just Kenny fucking McCormick.”
Confusion passed over Tweek’s face.
“What? You don’t like Kenny?”
“Kenny’s fine. He seems to…really like you.”
It took a second for the understanding to set in but when it did, Tweek’s face split into a smile.
“Oh, I get it.” He said. “You’re jealous.”
“What? I’m not jealous! That’s crazy, babe.”
Craig tried his best to hide his feelings but to no avail. The pink in his cheeks was rather damning. Tweek looked positively smug as he wrapped his arms around his waist.
“You’re so jealous! That’s precious. You don’t have to be jealous of Kenny! I love you so much. You and no one else.”
“I’m not jealous.” Craig insisted. “…but that is good to hear. I love you too.”
Tweek stood on his toes, and Craig met him halfway with a kiss.
“We should really get to class now.” Tweek whispered as the last bell rang. “Good luck in yearbook. Take lots of pictures for me, nerd.”
“I’ll try my best. I’ll see you after school, right?”
“Good. Have fun in chemistry.”
“Ugh. Sounds unlikely, but thanks anyway.”
Tweek turned to leave, but Craig grabbed him by the strap of his backpack, pulling him back.
“You aren’t gonna kiss me?”
Tweek made a face.
“I just kissed you!”
“That was a don’t-be-jealous kiss. I still need my goodbye kiss.”
“God, you’re clingy.”
Tweek stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Craig’s neck, grinning. He connected their lips briefly, smiling into the kiss.
“I actually really, really have to go now.” Tweek said quietly, turning to leave. “Sorry you got jealous!”
Craig groaned as he walked away, watching him speed walk down the hall.
“I wasn’t jealous!” He insisted one last time, already knowing he would be late to class.
Apparently when I first posted this, the post didn’t work for a lot of people :( I’m so sorry for the inconvenience! there’s also probably hella mistakes
member: nct’s mark
word count: 5,048
“Everything’s cleaned up!” You said, calling to your boyfriend who was behind the counter.
He peaked his head over the counter, where he was putting things away from today’s work. He smiled at you. “Good job baby, want to share a milkshake before we head out?”
You smiled. “Sure, sounds good.”
You met your boyfriend, Mark, when you first came to work here. You applied for this job at a little diner just to earn a little bit of cash, but ended up finding your best friend, who so conveniently became your boyfriend.
As you were taking off your apron, you heard Mark’s phone ring.
“Y/N? Could you bring me that?”
You grabbed the phone and examined the contact name. “Taeyong”
Who is that? You wondered.
You brought the phone to him. He smiled at you, and answered the phone.
“Hello?-Really? Right now?- Yeah we just closed the shop- It’s me and Y/N- yes, my girlfriend. -That’s fine, See you then!”
Mark tucked the phone in his back pocket and walked to a nearby table to set down your milkshake.
You sat down and plopped your straw in milkshake and took a sip.
“Mmmm” you said. “This is exactly what I needed after a day of work, thank you!”
He smiled, a blush tinting his cheeks.
“Just leave some for me, and don’t get a brain freeze.”
You took a long sip before trying to playfully hit his arm, and him backing away from your abuse, giggling.
“Hush, you.” You responded. “Oh yeah, who was on the phone?”
“Taaaaeyonng..?” You repeated.
“He is one my roommates, you haven’t met them yet. But…”
He said, scratching the back of his head nervously.
“Buuuuttttttt..?” You repeated.
Mark looked at you, then put his hand on your head to mess up your hair. “You’re too cute.”
You blushed then turned to look away from him.
“They’re coming by here in a few minutes, so I guess it’ll be your chance to meet them.” He continued.
He went to grab the milkshake. Before taking a sip, he shook it a little to make sure you didn’t drink it all. You tried to hit him again in response.
“Well, are you nervous?” You asked, calming down and playing with your hands in your lap.
“Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” He asked.
“Those are your hyungs, they’re important to you, and take care of you.. what if they don’t like me?”
“Don’t say that!” He said.
Then he quickly swiped some whip cream from the top of the milkshake and dotted it on your nose.
“They’re gonna love you, just I like I do.”
You smiled and went to wipe the whipped cream off your nose. “Nu uh uh!” Mark said, leaping over the little table you were sharing to grab your hand, and kiss the whipped cream off your nose.
“You’re crazy.” You said giggling.
“Uh oh, I think they’re here”.
You turned to the front door to await the arrival of Mark’s roommates. You heard them walking up, they were loud. Like a group of 50 people.
These were the people you needed to impress in order to be accepted completely into Mark’s life. You really loved him, and needed this to work out perfectly.
Then the tall boys shuffled into the shop, all looking around the shop in awe.
“Hey, Mark!” One with dark brown hair said, high-fiving your boyfriend. “So this is where you work?”
Their eyes wondered all over the diner, finally landing on you. “So then that means, this is-” one with purple hair spoke up.
Mark smiled, then walked behind you, putting an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”
The room was silent for the first few seconds, making you nervous.
Why aren’t they saying anything? You thought.
You examined their faces, and finally saw some approving looks.
“Awe, she’s cute Mark.” Spoke one, considerably smaller than the rest.
“And Y/N-” Mark spoke. “These are my roommates Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin, and Haechan.” He pointed to each one individually as he said their name.
“N-nice to meet you.” You said in low voice. The boys looked at each other, then to Mark, unsurely.
You looked over to Mark.
“Eight people are coming to the shop? After hours?” You said, eyes widened.
Mark smiled “Sh, it’s our secret.”
You rolled your eyes and started walking behind the counter.
“Ouch.” Yuta said, clutching his heart. “She didn’t even let us greet her.”
“She’s just a little nervous. Give her a second to adjust. She’s very delicate.” Mark said, blushing.
“Oooo, ‘delicate’” Johnny teased. “I didn’t even know you knew that word, you must really like this one.”
Mark hit his chest and they laughed.
“Seems like she doesn’t want us to be here..” Doyoung said lowly.
“No! She just doesn’t want to get in trouble with our manager! Which we won’t, even if we did, I’d take the blame before she would have to.”
Yuta walked over and hooked his arm around Mark’s neck lovingly. “What a gentlemen~” He cooed.
You walked around the kitchen in the back, pacing back and forth. Nothing awful has happened, yet.
You put on your apron, and grabbed your notebook you took orders in. You know, you’ll serve them, and show off your kind people skills that you picked up while being a waitress.
You thought if you had to be friendly with them, the best way to do it was by the trained steps you took everyday, being nice to customers was your job.
You walked out to see the boys in a booth, and Mark standing up.
“Mark?” You said. “You can sit down, I want to take this one.” “Awe, It’s okay Y/N! I’ll take this one, you can sit here next to Taeyong and talk to the guys.”
“No!” You yelled, a little too quickly. The boys looked at you, bewildered by your outburst.
“Why not? I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you and my hyungs I can do-”
“Mark, please leave me alone to do this.” You said, voice tinting a little frustration.
Mark’s face fell. “Well, a-alright..” he said, lowering himself down next to Taeyong.
Your heart sunk a little. His words were soft, and they sounded a little hurt. But he said them with such a soft smile, so you that wouldn’t worry about him.
What were you doing? Did you really just snap at your boyfriend, just because you didn’t want to be alone with his hyungs? You winced at how selfish you were being.
You put on a smile and took everyone’s orders. They all wanted a few ice creams to share amongst one another, which was easy enough.
Once you walked out, Taeyong spoke up.
“Does she always act harshly to you like that?” He asked Mark.
Mark played with his hair, looking down.
“She wasn’t acting harshly, she is just tired from working today, that’s all.”
Mark knew you were a sweetheart, you were adorable, and kind, he knew that. You could’ve just been having a bad day, that’s all.
“She seems a little intense.” Winwin said, head resting on the table, looking up at Mark through long eyelashes. “She’s very pretty and straightforward, but.. in an intimidating way.”
Mark cocked his head. “Huh? No she’s not? Y/N is so cute, and so sweet.”
“I believe you, kid. She’s probably just having a bad day.” Taeil said, slapping Mark on the back.
Mark smiled. He glanced at Taeyong, and he could see his uncertainty. He was skeptical of Y/N, and Mark could tell.
Taeyong was like his big brother, he looked out for Mark more than anyone. It was really important to Mark that he got along with you.
You walked out with a tray of 5 ice cream sundaes, the boys awed in excitement as they saw you bring the frozen treats over to them.
“I like her already.” Winwin said, taking a huge bite of his and Yuta’s sundae. You smiled.
“You only say that because you’re obsessed with ice cream.” Johnny said, rolling his eyes.
You stood beside the booth, which was full, so you couldn’t really sit down if you wanted to, which didn’t bother you.
But it must’ve bothered Mark, because he grabbed you and sat you in his lap, so you could sit at the table too.
You blushed, but looked at Taeyong who was eyeing you. He then rolled his eyes from you and continued to get a bite of ice cream.
Your heart stung a little. Did he not like you?
You looked down at Mark’s arm around your waist, and quickly went to stand up from his lap.
Maybe sitting like that was distasteful infront of all these people you never met before. Mark looked up at you. “Is everything okay Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’ll just go grab a chair.”
“Are you sure you’re okay-”
“Well that’s what I said.” You said, frustrated again.
This whole situation was frustrating. No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking they already hated you. Mark’s kindness just kept making you feel worse. You just wish you could sit down without anyone speaking to you. Mark looked disappointed, Haechan looked in his direction and gave him a look like. “Damn, we know whose in charge here.”
Mark rolled his eyes from Haechan’s gaze and smiled as you pull the chair up to the edge of the table.
Really, this whole ordeal was too much right now. You could tell by some of the reactions and looks you received they were unsure of you. Maybe you and Mark’s relationship wasn’t ready for this yet. You didn’t have time to mentally prepare yourself before meeting his hyungs. Maybe another time things would be different. Maybe now it’d be better to leave and and try again later.
“Mark.” You spoke up over the approving noises and comments on the boys favorite ice creams flavors. He turned to you.
“I am gonna go home now.”
Mark looked shocked. “W-why? Are you feeling okay?” He inched closer to you, and you touched the side of his face.
“Yeah, I just have a headache, I would much rather go home now.”
He looked down, then to his members. “Well, okay. I’ll see you later then?”
You nodded, giving him a sweet smile.
“I love you” you said.
“I love you too.” He responded.
Then you headed out the shop.
“She is hiding is hiding something.” Taeyong said, finishing the rest of this sundae, not even looking up at Mark.
“Excuse me?” Mark said, automatically defensive.
“She didn’t seem happy to see us, I don’t think that means she’s hiding something, though.” Jaehyun said.
“In my opinion, I don’t think she even likes Mark that much.” Haechan chuckled.
Mark frowned. What were they saying?
“She seems pretty conflicted and unhappy the entire time, not to mention how much she snapped on you.” Taeyong said. “-she left kind of fast too.” Taeyong continued.
“You heard her.” Mark said. “She had a headache, and I’m kinda glad she left, you all seem to be against her, no wonder she couldn’t be herself.”
“I’m not against her! She is pretty and gave me ice cream I’m content 10/10.” Winwin said, holding up and “ok” sign.
“She might seem fine when it’s just you two, but you don’t think she was acting a little cold?” Taeyong said.
Mark slumped in his seat. “Y/N is a great person, you’ll see.”
“I think it’s good how he defends her, I think her presence in Mark’s life is helping him mature.” Taeil said.
Mark smiled. “Thank you.”
“I think she’s good too! Honestly, she did make all of us ice cream, free of charge. I’m sure Mark would’ve made us pay.” Johnny teased.
Mark was happy he had at least a few people on his side.
But Taeyong seemed very uneasy, and was just being a jerk.
Doyoung spoke up. “Let’s give her another chance.”
“Yeah!” Mark agreed. “This was really unexpected. She didn’t know you guys were coming, and on top of that she worked a full shift today.”
“Let’s invite her to the dorms.” Yuta suggests.
“She can’t come into the dorms without snacks.” Winwin said, only person agreeing being Yuta, who gives him a high five. im yuwin as fuck
Taeyong rolled his eyes at the idea
“Taeyong?” Mark said.
“I think she’ll break your heart Mark, if you take her to the dorms, or do anything more with her, you’ll just fall for her more. It’ll hurt less if now, you just-”
“Taeyong.” Mark said sternly.
Taeyong returned the look. “Yes?”
“I’m gonna call Y/N now, and she is going to come to the dorm tomorrow to hang out.”
Haechan spoke up. “Ooooooh shit.” He cooed. i hate memechan
Taeyong stood and slammed his hands down on the table, making the empty glass sundae bowls shake.
Mark didn’t even look in his direction, he was too busy dialing your number.
Jaehyun grabbed Taeyong’s arm and looked up at him. “Maybe we should go, let’s trust Mark on this one.”
Taeyong let out a huff and moved from the booth to storm out the door.
Doyoung and Jaehyun stood.
“I’m not gonna say that we fully support you and Y/N yet, we’re gonna go calm Taeyong down, and you find a way to make this okay again.” Doyoung spoke,
Jaehyun quickly agreed.
Mark agreed to their statement. He knew what kind of person you were, he knew you weren’t going to let him down.
“Wait why is everyone getting up I want more ice cream.” Winwin spoke up. “You heard the man more ice cream.” Yuta said. yuwin
Mark chuckled. “I’ll make one more sundae, but you gotta pay. Can’t just let you eat free all the time.”
Winwin huffed. “Whaaaaat? I want Y/N to come back now, she didn’t make us pay.”
Mark smiled. “I want her to come back too.” He said to himself.
Johnny and Taeil looked at each other and smiled.
Haechan spoke up. “So is it true? Y/N is coming over tomorrow?”
“Oh yeah.” Mark said, walking over to his phone on the counter with your contact on the screen. “I still need to call her.”
“Tell her snacks or no deal.” Said Winwin. “Yeah, snacks or no deal.” Yuta repeated. yuwin
“Hello?” You answered.
“Hey baby, where are you at?” Mark said.
“At home, I’m sorry for dashing like that.. I hope you can forgive me.”
“Hush, of course I can. I know this was unexpected and I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable. The boys and I want you to come to the dorm tomorrow. This time things can be a little more planned.”
You smiled. “I’d like that, Mark.”
“Alright, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7.” He said. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You responded.
The time had arrived for you to go to Mark’s dorm. You had never been there before, all your dates usually consisted of going out and doing things in town, or coming back to your apartment to cuddle and watch movies. The boys were always at the dorms, and you preferred alone time together.
This time you really needed to make a good impression. This time you wore cute, yet comfortable clothes. An oversized sweater, skinny jeans and some slip on skater shoes. You waited for Mark to get here, so you could walk together to the dorms.
Then your phone rang. “Hello?” “Are you ready?” Your boyfriends soothing voice echoed in the phone. “I sure am.” “Come open the door.” He said and hung up.
You skipped over to the door and opened it to reveal your handsome boyfriend waiting for you. He wore jeans and white dress shirt, tucked a little in the front.
He looked so good, you fell into his arms for a hug. He stumbled back a little, surprised by your action, then wrapped his arms around you, and squeezed you lovingly.
“Mark?” You spoke up.
“Yes?” He responded.
You wanted to apologize, you wanted to talk about yesterday. But the moment was so nice, and so pure. You just wanted to rest in his arms, just a little longer.
“Nothing, I’m just really glad we’re doing this.”
He smiled. “Me too.”
You walked down the the street, honestly you never realized how close the dorms were to your house. It wasn’t but a 5 minute walk. You walked, hands clasped together in front of you. Mark watched as you bounced cutely with each step.
How could Taeyong call this adorable, harmless girl “cold”?
You then stood in front of the dorms, and Mark spoke. “Hey Y/N, if anyone makes you uncomfortable, you can pull me aside and tell me.” He sighed. “Especially Taeyong.”
You gulped. Taeyong. Why Taeyong? Were your suspicions correct? That he already didn’t like you? You knew Taeyong was one of the most important people to Mark. Your heart felt weak, like you had let Mark down.
You nodded your head lowly.
When the door opened you were greeted by Johnny, who quickly whipped an arm around your shoulders and ushered you in. “Hey Y/N! Looks like we can finally get better acquainted.” He joked.
You giggled. “I guess so.”
You walked into a room which you guessed was the living room, where Taeil, Doyoung and Jaehyun sat together on the couches. Haechan was sitting infront of the TV, playing some video game. Taeil got up quickly to go shake your hand.
“Hey Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” His friendly smile beamed at you, and you returned the smile.
“It’s nice to see you too, Taeil!”
“Awe, she’s so cute!” Said Doyoung from the couch. “Hello Y/N!”
“Hello Doyoung, and Hello Jaehyun.” You sad waving to them on the couch. Jaehyun waved back silently, a soft smile on his lips.
Johnny moved his arm from your shoulders and hooked it around Taeil’s neck instead.
“Say, Mark, Let us give Y/N a tour of the dorm, you can go check on the one in the kitchen.”
“Alrighty.” Mark said. “Is that okay, Y/N?”
You smiled and nodded. “Yes I’m fine.”
Mark smiled back and kissed your forehead, before heading to the kitchen.
It was just you, Johnny and Taeil. Out of everyone they were the most friendly towards you. You felt comfortable with them, no wonder Mark had such cool stories to tell about them.
They showed you everyone’s room, they mentioned that they had just cleaned for your visit. It had many rooms, which were shared by the members. One of the rooms they showed you was Winwin and Yuta’s. The door opened and you saw them, Winwin in a chair scrolling on his phone, and Yuta reading a book on his bed.
They both looked up at you and smiled.
“It’s Y/N!” Winwin said cheeringly. You smiled at his enthusiasm.
“I’m glad you came over, now Taeyong will finally cook us something.” Yuta said rubbing his belly, “I miss home cooked meals.”
You tilted your head. “Taeyong is cooking?”
Johnny nodded. “He knew this was important to Mark, so he took up the cooking job for dinner, even if he doesn’t agree-”
Taeil hit Johnny’s chest, Johnny realized what he was about to say and stopped.
“Here, let’s show you me and Taeil’s room.”
“Wait!” Winwin called you before you exited his door frame.“Y/N, did by any chance Mark tell you to bring snacks?”
“Oh yeah!” Yuta said.
“Oh.. no? Why, was I supposed to?” You said, confused.
Winwin and Yuta’s head both drooped. “No, it’s okay.”
You went up to them and tapped their shoulders, causing them to look up at you. “I don’t have any snacks sadly, but, I do have a awfully weird craving for ice cream.?
Winwin’s eyes lit up after you say the words “ice cream”.
You grinned. “How about me and you guys go get some after dinner? We can get other boys to go with us too.”
Winwin and Yuta looked at eachother happily. “Yes! We would love that!” Yuta said. yuwin
Winwin gave you a hug, jumping up and down. You jumped, giggling with him.
You still can’t believe you were scared to talk to these boys, they were all so nice. 5/9 of the boys in the dorm were already taking a liking to you, and that made you happy. You wondered if you could find a way to be friendlier with the rest.
After Johnny and Taeil showed you the rest of the dorm, you ended up back at the living room where you started. You saw Haechan still on the floor, playing his game. Johnny and Taeil were going to walk you to the kitchen where Mark was, but you stopped to examine the TV. Haechan was playing one of your favorite video games.
“Haechan!” You called. He didn’t even break eye contact with the game.
“What do you want, woman?”
You ran over and plopped down next to him on the floor. “This is my favorite video game! Are you stuck?”
“Yeah, I’ve been retrying this part all day. I can’t seem to figure out what they even want me to do.”
“May I?” You said.
Haechan paused the game and looked at you, “I guess it’s worth a shot, I’m nowhere close anyway.”
You took the controller and beat the part Haechan was stuck on in no time.
Haechan looked at you in awe. “How did you do that?!” He asked.
You explained the game and what that significant part meant, and what you had to do.
“I would’ve never thought that, thank you Y/N.” He said.
You smiled. “Anytime, I love video games.”
“You know” Haechan says. “You’re not as bad as Taeyong says.”
Your smile quickly faded. “Taeyong thinks I’m bad?”
Johnny and Taeil quickly rush over to you and grab your arms, shooing away Haechan’s words as a mistake and untrue.
But in your mind, you knew it was true. And everyone knew it.
Once you got to the kitchen, you saw Taeyong and Jaehyun working over the stove, and Doyoung and Mark making drinks.
“We’re all done showing her around.” Called Taeil. Mark looked up at you.
“Great!” He said pouring the last drink. “What do you think Y/N? Is everything okay?”
You nodded happily. “Yes, everything is just fine, everyone is really nice.”
“I’m really happy to hear that.” Mark said, grabbing your hand.
“Food’s ready!” Doyoung said. “Jaehyun, can you go get the rest of guys so they can come fix their plates.
“Sure.” Jaehyun said.
Taeyong turned away from the stove, eyes automatically locking with yours. He gave you a rather rude look, then turned his attention to Doyoung, who was beginning to make his plate.
Wow, Taeyong really didn’t like you.
Mark noticed that scene, and saw how your head hung in defeat. His hand went to your chin and tilted your head up.
“Hey, it’s okay.” He whispered calmly. “I promise, he’ll warm up to you.” You smiled at your boyfriend’s words of encouragement. He always knew how to make you feel better.
Once everyone made their plate, you sat on the couches in the living room. When you first sat down, Winwin and Haechan fought over who got to sit by you, which they solved with rock, paper, scissors. Haechan ended up winning, sending Winwin over to sit by Yuta with sad eyes, Yuta seemed pretty lowkey happy Winwin was sitting by him though. yuwin
Mark put his hand on your thigh while you sat beside him, he was enjoying how friendly some of members were acting towards you. The way you cracked jokes with Johnny and corrected everyone with Taeil. Having nerd talk with Haechan, and helping Yuta save Winwin whenever someone picked on him. Things were falling into place. Except, how quiet Taeyong was.
“Alright, what does everyone want to watch.” Exclaimed Doyoung. “How about a action movie?”
“Oooh, what do you have in mind?” You asked.
Doyoung eyes lit up. Apparently Doyoung was a movie fanatic, and you talked in depth about your favorites movies. Eventually, Jaehyun snatched the remote from Doyoung, and picked a show of his choice. You giggled and Jaehyun smiled at you, he was very quiet, but he didn’t seemed opposed to you.
“I’m going to bed.” Declared Taeyong standing up.
“Hyung, is everything okay?” Haechan asked.
“Yeah, I just have a headache, I’d much rather go to bed now.” You felt your heart stop, as he recited your line from yesterday. You could feel the white flash of panic rise from your stomach and fall down your shoulders. You really just wanted to cry.
The tears pricked at your eyes, and Mark turned towards to grab you, and snug you into his chest.
“Don’t cry, please. He’s just grumpy, that’s all.” He said calming you, running his fingers through your hair. The other members watched, feeling guilty.
They saw how much you wanted to be liked by them, and how much you needed them to accept you, for Mark. They could see how much you and Mark needed eachother, and how much you loved eachother. They felt awful for ever doubting you.
You lifted yourself from Mark’s hold and smiled at him, caressing his face and whimpering a small “thank you”, trying so hard to hold back tears. You didn’t want to have an emotional breakdown here.
You cuddled with Mark on the couch, as everyone watched a movie in the living room that Doyoung and Jaehyun agreed on after fighting over movie titles. You thought about how hard Taeyong workedon dinner for your visit, when he didn’t even like you. And how tired he must’ve been for already wanting to go to bed. You thought about how dirty the kitchen must be from cooking that much, and how many dishes there could be.
“Hey Mark, I’ll be right back.” You whispered.
Mark yawned and nodded. “Where are you going baby?”
“Just to the kitchen, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
You swept the floor, cleaned the counters and reorganized the leftover spices and ingredients that were sprawled all over the counter top. You tried not to make too much noise, you didn’t want anyone to wonder what you were doing.
You thought if Taeyong knew you were the one who cleaned the kitchen, it wouldn’t matter as much. You’d much rather him believe someone he cared about did it, like his roommates.
Then you started on the dishes. You were halfway done until you felt two arms wrap around your waist.
“Have you been cleaning in here? It’s looks amazing!” Mark said, rocking you back and forth as you washed another pan.
“Yes, why are you in here though? Is the movie off already?”
“No, you’ve been gone for some time now, and I wanted to see what you were up to.” Mark smiled. “-Are you cleaning the kitchen for Taeyong?”
You frowned. “Please don’t tell him.”
Mark pecked a kiss on your cheek. “But why? You’re just being sweet.”
“I know he hates me. I made a fool out of myself yesterday. I feel like I let you down, not making a good impression on your best hyung.” You said, voice cracking.
“Y/N, you’re perfect. And Taeyong doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t know the real you yet. It seems like everyone else learned the real you today and love you. I’m so proud of you and who you are.”
You turned around from the sink to face Mark, your hands gripped his shirt and you put your face in his chest. Then, you looked up to him.
“I’m sorry if I was mean to you yesterday.” You said, tears welling up in your eyes. “-I never want to make you feel bad, you were just trying to help. And I was being selfish and stubborn.”
“Hey, hey, you weren’t mean to me. It’s okay, please don’t cry.” He said, brushing your hair away from your eyes, as they were sticking to yourface from the wetness of your tears.
“I just love you so much-” You breathed through your sobs. “-And I want this to be easier for you, I wish I could’ve been suitable for you in Taeyong’s eyes, so everything wouldn’t be so complicated.”
Mark hugged you tightly. “You are always suitable for me. You’re good enough, you’re more than enough.”
“Alright, Alright.” A voice said, coming from the kitchen entrance. “Calm down everybody.”
“Taeyong?” Mark called.
Taeyong looked at Mark, and then to you with a soft expression.
Did he just hear everything you said?
“Did you- hear? Mark said, still holding you to his chest.
Taeyong nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah, I heard.”
Taeyong began examining the kitchen, walking up to one of the cabinets examining its contents and moving things around.
“Almost everything in here is in the wrong place.”
You sniffled. “I-I’m sorry.” You said lowly.
Taeyong looked at you. “Thank you though, Y/N.”
You looked up, Taeyong was smiling. That was the first time he had ever spoken to you.
You looked at Mark, who was beaming.
“So, you approve now?” Mark said, playfully.
Taeyong chuckled. “If she cleans my kitchen every time she comes over, then sure.”
You smiled, your chest filling with joy. And you just wanted to cry again, from being so happy. You looked at Mark, and he picked you and spun you around as you both giggled uncontrollably.
“YYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNN!” You heard a voice yell, running to the kitchen, the voice getting closer and closer.
Then you saw a dashing Winwwin, with Yuta falling behind. yuwin
“The ice cream place closes soon!”
You giggled. “Oh yeah, I promised these two to an ice cream date, should we round up the rest of the boys?” You said, looking between Mark and Taeyong.
“I think they’d like that” said Taeyong.
Mark hugged you close, pressing a kiss into your hair. “You’re too cute.”
Then you heard Winwin speak up.
“Yuta, when we get there, if you try to kiss ice cream off my face again I swear to God I’m gonna deck you.”
Summary: When your landlord gets sick of you being late with rent, you decide to find a sugar daddy as a last resort. What you never expected was that one of your favourite actors, Richard Speight Jr, was one. Word count: 911 Warnings: Don’t think there are any. Cover art by wifey @pepperwoodatnight thank you <3
You were late with your rent yet another month, and your landlord was getting sick of it. You were a student and for some reason you couldn’t get a job no matter how many you applied to, so here you were at your last resort; seekingarrangement.com. A site for finding sugar daddies. You scrolled through endless profiles, young men, old men, you name it.
You had looked around for over an hour, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through Johnnyboy, RobertAdventure01, AndyAwesome, DickSpeight- wait, what? You blinked and looked again. In grey letters was the name DickSpeightJr. You looked at the picture. It was taken from a distance, so you didn’t see who it was immediately, but a closer look confirmed that holy shit, Richard Speight Jr was on a sugar daddy site, looking for a sugar baby!?
You clicked his profile. It stated his name, age and a short bio. Actor, director, single. You clicked the message symbol. After about ten minutes you had finished what you thought was an appealing letter to the actor. You waited while your heart pounded like crazy. No way would you be able to sleep now!
It took an hour before you got a response. He liked you. He thought you sounded sweet. He said you were very beautiful. He wanted to meet for coffee. Your heart jolted as you typed a reply, and eventually you decided on a nearby café in a few days.
It was around 1 a.m. and I was lying in my bed and scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr and basically, all social meadia that I have.
It was when I was going through my Instagram and saw a very interesting pic. There was a trash can and on the wall above the trash can was standing an inscription ‘THROW YOUR EX HERE’ (the picture above obviously) and it immediately reminded me of Kian.
Kian is my ex boyfriend who broke up with me, about a year ago and before the break up happened, we had been together for 2 years. We had so much fun and we loved each other so very much. We were in a serious relationship even tho we were never serious, if you know what I mean. We even used to live together, but then I moved out after we were done.
I honestly never wanted to end our relationship, but he was saying ‘I need some space’, ‘maybe we should take a break’ and other shit like that and I instantly knew that that was it. I was heartbroken because of the break up, but we stayed friends. We talk sometimes, we say hi to each other if we see each other somewhere and stuff like that.
Since the pic reminded me of him like I said, I decided to tag him in the comments below and after about 2 minutes I got a text from him.
Kian: would you really put your favorite boyfriend in a trash can, y/n? I don’t think so.
I chuckled a little on his message before replying back.
Me: EX boyfriend, honey
Kian: hmm.. ;)
Me: what’s that supposed to mean?
Kian: maybe I miss you
Me: good for you
Kian: why you so harsh?
Me: what do you want me to say?
Kian: well I was hoping ‘I miss you too’
Me: you wish
Kian: let’s go for a walk
Me: what? when?
Me: it’s 1:15 a.m., I don’t think so
Kian: I’ll be in front of your building in 5 min ;)
Kian: I’m waiting for you, baby
I groaned getting out of bed. He can’t be serious. Why does he want to go for a walk now? Oh well, I forgot that it’s Kian. He’s being unpredictable as always.
I put on my black pants, plain white tank top and black cardigan with a pair of black vans on my feet. I did NOT put any makeup on because it’s 1 a.m. and Kian’s seen me without makeup before, so..
I got out of the building and found him standing in front of his car with his hands in his pockets.
‘Hey’ He said spreading his arms.
‘Hi, psycho’ I said shortly wrapping my arms around his body as he wrapped his around me pretty tightly.
‘Why psycho?’ He chuckled as we pulled back from each other.
‘Because it’s 1:30?’
‘I was bored!’ He whined.
‘He’s asleep and I’d rather go for a walk with you than him.’ He said looking at me as we already started walking. I just rolled my eyes and sighed.
We were walking down the streets and just talking about some random things for about an hour when Kian suddenly stopped.
‘What?’ I asked confusedly. He smirked, lifted me up in his arms in bridal style and started running with me in his arms towards the black trash can that looked smiliar to that one on the pic. ‘Kian, stop! We’re gonna fall down!’
‘Throw yor ex here!’ He said opening the trash can and I started screaming.
‘Nooo! Kian, stop!’ I laughed tightly wrapping my arms around his neck as he tried to put me into it. ‘Please, no!’ I buried my head into his neck and then he walked away from it laughing as he sat us down on a bench. ‘You’re so fucking crazy’ I said.
‘Oh c’mon, do you think I’d ever put you in there?’ He chuckled holding my legs in his lap.
‘Honestly? I’m not sure.’ I couldn’t help bu laugh at how crazy he is.
When laughter started to die, he all of a sudden asked
‘Y/n, why did we break up?’
‘You said you needed space’ I said looking away and playing nervously with my fingers.
‘That was so fucking stupid.’ He said. ‘That’s the stupidest move we’ve ever done.’
‘I miss everything we had, you know? I really do. It doesn’t feel right this way’
‘This. Without you in my life because all I found without you was misery.’ He said. ‘And I blame myself because we didn’t fight for each other.’
‘Kian, I never even wanted us to break up. It was your decision.’
‘I know, fuck, I know.’ He said throwing his head back. ‘I don’t know what was wrong with me. You were all I wanted, all I needed. Fuck, you still are and you’ll always be. But it’s too late now to ask for one more chance isn’t it?’ He asked not looking at me at all.
I moved myself to sit in his lap and then I made him look at me and when he did, I put my hand on his cheek while being really close to his face.
‘I don’t know’ I said quietly. ‘Maybe it isn’t’ And then we kissed. Only then I realized how much I really missed him. His lips brought all the memories back.
I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his as he pulled me more into him.
‘I’m just really scared that you’re going to ask again for some ‘space’ after some longer time’ I said honestly.
‘I once made that mistake, I promise that it will not happen ever again. I promise.’ He said. ‘Do you still love me?’ He asked and I looked up at the sky smiling. ‘Answer me’ He chuckled. ‘Y/n..Answer me!’ He started tickling me and I started screaming.
‘Kian, stop, stop! I do, okay? I do.’
‘You do what? Say it.’ He said burying his head into my neck and leaving kisses.
‘I love you’ I said smiling. He pulled back grinning like a child and kissed my lips. ‘I love you, Robert. Always have, always will’
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader Words: 1042 This is my first one shot for #RPF Appreciation Day 2017! It’s a fluffy one shot with Sebastian Stan.
You were on
the sidelines while Sebastian signed autographs at the table. You were sitting
in a seat behind where he and Chris were sitting together. But you didn’t mind
that at all. You loved watching Sebastian in his element. He loved the fans and
you loved that they loved him.
often Sebastian would turn around and look at you, “You good, Babe?” he asked.
smiling at your sweet boyfriend, “I’m totally good. Having fun?” you asked.
“I am,” he
smiled, “After this, you wanna get some room service and just hang out in the
like a plan to me,” you agreed.
winked before turning back around to continue signing autographs for the fans
Hey! Can I have a carl imagine where the reader is just a badass (I imagine something like Harley Quinn) during the lineup and she gets taken with Daryl and carl goes to get her(the episode when he has to sing) and he sees her and like busts her out? If you can’t it’s chill❤️
I hope you like it!💕
-I took me a long time to post this because I’m really self-conscious about it, but I hope you enjoy it.
Negan had you all on your knees, shaking and crying, but not you. After he killed Abraham and Glenn, you were the only one who didn’t show him that he had hurt you, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. That meant you had to bite the insides of your cheeks and sink your nails in the palms of your hands. Negan swung his bat and a string of blood landed on your face.
He stood right in front of you, you looked straight into his eyes as you wiped the blood off with the back of your hand.
“You’re fucking crazy, darling”, Negan said with a twinge of amazement at how badass you had been compared to the rest of the group, he could tell you were certainly different. “I’m gonna have to take you with me.”
“Why?”, you asked with a frown. He didn’t answer, he called his men to take you to his truck and they kept you there for a while, then you heard the doors open again and they threw Daryl inside, next to you.
The doors closed and you felt the truck moving.
“You’re quiet today”, you said while looking at him. He turned to look at you, with his puffy red eyes.
Daryl didn’t say anything, he just stared at you for a moment.
“I don’t think any of it was your fault”, you said. “If that helps at all.”
The truck stopped suddenly, and you knew you had arrived.
The blonde guy with the burnt face opened the doors and pulled you out.
“Hello, boys!”, you said with a sarcastic laugh; you were just two people, just Daryl and you, you didn’t know why there were so many men waiting for you with their guns in hand.
“Dwight”, Negan called and the blonde guy turned around. “Take Daryl to his cell, I’’ll take her.”
Negan grabbed your arm and started walking towards the front gates.
“Ouch”, you complained as he pulled you, his grip on your arm was really strong.
“Sorry, darling, can’t risk you getting away”, he told you.
“Why not?”, you asked simply.
“I already told you”, he said. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“I’ve heard that before”, you said. “I just can’t see how that’s a bad thing.”
“Crazy people are unpredictable.”
“Yeah, I think we are”, you giggled.
Negan stopped in front of a grey door and it creaked when he swung it open, he threw you inside and closed it before you could even turn around.
The only light that entered the room was from under the door, but it didn’t light the room much. It was too dark, and you wondered if you were alone in there. Of course, inside your head, it never got lonely. Because of the voices.
Carl couldn’t sleep that night, he couldn’t stand the idea of leaving you in hands of someone like Negan. But there wasn’t much he could do in the middle of the night, so he decided he would go in the morning, once everyone was out of the community to scavenge for the things Negan had asked.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Carl, you knew he was worried about you because he always was. You missed him terribly, and the worst part was that you didn’t even know when you would see him again.
Carl had always been there for you, ever since you met him you had felt completely enchanted by his shiny eyes and the way his freckles overcrowded his nose and cheeks. All the moments you had shared with him were more special for you than your life before the apocalypse. Like the day you found a gallon of pudding and ate it together, which is where your nickname for him came from: Puddin’.
You sighed deeply and shook you head, you tried to think about something that didn’t make you so sad; like killing everyone at that place and escaping. It wouldn’t be easy, it was pretty much impossible, but you had to think of something.
Carl was already riding in the truck that was supposed to go to the place where Negan lives, he was hiding behind the things the Saviours had picked up from the Hilltop.
There were several guns piled up inside a box, he picked the biggest one and kept it close to him.
He didn’t have a solid plan, he was just going to go with it and kill whomever he had to kill, the only thing he knew he had to do was find you and bring you back home.
The truck pulled over and Carl took a deep breath, and when one of the men went to the back to unload the stuff, Carl shot him. The man fell flat in front of Carl and as his body hit the floor, his keys caught Carl’s attention. He grabbed them quickly and put them on the back pocket of his jeans before anyone saw him.
He heard Negan’s whistling and followed him with the barrel of the gun.
“You are adorable”, he chuckled but there was still a little bit of fear in his voice. “I think I know why you’re here, kid.”
Dwight pushed Carl to the ground and grabbed his gun, but before he could start searching him in case he had more weapons, Negan stopped him.
“Is that any way to treat our new guest?”, he said and Dwight backed off. Negan offered a hand to Carl. “Come on, kid, I’ll show you around.”
Carl stared right into Negan’s eyes, reluctant to take his hand.
“Then I guess you won’t be seeing much of your girl today”, he said. Carl was angry he even knew how he felt about you, but Negan was probably right, the only way he would see you and get you out of there would be by going in there with Negan.
Carl took his hand and stood up.
“Smart kid”, Negan smirked.
“What are you doing to her?”
“I was planning on doing the same I did to Daryl, but I’m afraid it just won’t work”, Negan told him. “She’s already way too fucked up.”
Negan took him inside and showed him the place. Everyone in there kneeled as Negan walked by and they called him “sir” or “boss”, no one did that for Rick back in Alexandria.
He took Carl to a fancy room, there were a bunch of women wearing black dresses, sitting on the couches and talking to each other.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?”, Negan called one of them and with his finger signalled where he wanted them to talk, the woman who had been talking to a crying girl stood up from the couch and walked to the place where Negan had pointed his finger to.
Carl remembered how earlier Negan had said that he wouldn’t have time to screw any of his wives. So all of them were just that, his wives. Carl looked around, looking for you but at the same time hoping not to find your face amongst them. Negan then walked towards the girl that was crying, she certainly seemed much more fragile once Negan sat in front of her.
They talked about something Carl couldn’t quite understand, but he didn’t care much either if it wasn’t about you. Negan went back to the first woman he had talked to, and started kissing her.
Someone showed up at the door and Negan held a finger up, telling them to wait. Carl looked at them and saw it was Dwight and Daryl.
“Daryl”, he whispered and both of them immediately turned to see if Negan had heard him. He was still kissing his wife, so Carl and Daryl turned to look at each other again.
“She’s in a cell”, Daryl whispered as well. “The one next to mine.”
“Where is it?”, Carl asked him.
“I’ll show you”, Daryl said. “We’ll have to wait until he gets the iron.”
Carl didn’t understand what that meant, but he didn’t want to wait until that happened.
“There’s no time, I can’t wait”, Carl said and looked back at Negan, then at Dwight. Negan was still kissing her, and Dwight was looking intently at them. It was now or never, so Carl sneaked out of the room and ran through the corridors. He looked around for anything that looked like a cell but all the grey doors looked the same.
He wanted to call your name but he knew that if anyone heard him and he get caught, Negan would kill him. Or worse, he would kill you.
Negan would be done kissing his wife by now, and he probably already realised that Carl was gone, so he couldn’t waste any more time.
Carl heard footsteps approaching on the hall and he immediately entered an empty room.
“I have to take this food for her”, one of the men said.
“Isn’t that Fat Joey’s job?”
“Yeah, but she sent him to Carson’s yesterday”, he said. “She creeps me out.”
“That’s just a whole lot of pretty in a whole lot of crazy”, the other one said.
Carl knew they were talking about you, so he followed them until they reached the cell you were in.
After the men left the tray with food and locked the door, Carl waited until they were out of sight to try and open the door. He took the set of keys he had snatched from the dead man and tried with at least five keys before he found the right one. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside. He closed the door and narrowed his eyes to look for you in the darkness.
“What now?”, you asked, thinking one of the Saviours had come back.
“(Y/N)?”, Carl called. “It’s me.”
“Puddin’!”, you exclaimed and jumped on him. You couldn’t see it, but he was smiling. “How did you find me?”
“It’s a crazy story”, he said.
“Oh goody, ‘cause I love crazy stories”, you giggled and climbed down from him.
A siren went off on the corridors, Negan was clearly aware that Carl was gone and was alarming the rest of the community.
“We have to get out of here”, Carl told you. “But it won’t be easy.”
“I’m sure finding me wasn’t easy either”, you said. “But you did it!”
“Getting out of here will be much harder than that”, he told you and searched for your face in the darkness, he placed a hand on your cheek and touched it softly, then he kissed it.
“Well, we better do it now then!”, you said and opened the door abruptly.
“No, wait!”, he yelled.
“Let’s go!”, you chuckled. “You’re not scared of shit, you’re not scared right now, are you?”
“No”, Carl shook his head.
“Then let’s go, Puddin’!”, you grabbed his hand and pulled him as you ran through the hall and tried to get out of there.
May I please have some fluffy modern au Laf x Reader where the reader, Laf, Herc, John, and Alex are all housemates and no one else knows they’re together until John walks into the living room and they’re kissing? thank youuuuuuuu
“I can’t believe that they’ve never noticed that we finally got together,” you mumbled to your boyfriend as you laid together on the couch.
“Right? I mean, they’re the ones that kept trying to hook us up and know they don’t even notice? Those idiots,” Laf replied in his thick french accent.
You laughed, rolling off the couch much to your boyfriend’s dismay.
“Come back,” he said, making grabby hands at you.
“Nope I gotta pee.”
“No worse than you.”
You laughed and left the room, just as Alexander and John burst in to talk to Lafayette.
“I think we got another plan on how to hook you and Y/N up,” they smirked.
“Just give it a rest you two. They’ll never want to get with me, so just knock it off.”
Laf faked sadness, trying to see how long he and Y/N could keep this up. It was kind of fun.
“Oh shove off Laf and let us try and work this out. Y/N is crazy for you,” John said.
‘Oh I know,’ Lafayette thought to himself.
The bathroom door opened and John and Alex took off running.
You laughed as you came around the corner, looking at your boyfriend.
“Did you hear that?” Laf asked. You nodded.
“It’s such an adventure living with them,” your said, plopping back down on the couch.
“Isn’t it,” Lafayette replied.
“I mean, we all live together, I don’t see how hard it is for them to notice that we’re finally together.”
Laf let out a booming laugh, cupping your face in his hands.
“You are the best thing,” he said, kissing you all over your face.
You giggled, trying to get away but he moved his arms so that they would wrap around your torso.
“You can never escape me. I won’t let you go. Ever,” he told you.
You froze the, looking up into his eyes that were staring back at you with eternal adoration and love.
You reached up and kissed him softly. He closed his eyes and kissed you back, pouring all his love for you into it.
He sat you on his lap so that you were straddling him and put his hands on your hips.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth, the two of you battling for dominance.
“Hey guys- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK!” John screeched as he walked in on the two of you making out.
The two of you pulled apart in surprise, looking at John who stared back at you with disbelief on his face.
“Oh John, what’s up,” you said calmly, sitting on Laf’s lap.
Alex and Hercules burst into the room, wanting to see what was going on. It clicked with Hercules first.
“The two of you have been dating the whole time?! And we’ve only just found out now?!”
You nodded and Lafayette gave you a small kiss.
“I cannot believe this,” Alex said throwing his hands up in the air.
You and Lafayette started laughing.
“Now boys, would you mind giving us some privacy?” Lafayette asked, smirking. “I’d like to get back to doing what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted.”
Adrien repressed yet another shiver as a gust of wind blew across the plaza under the Eiffel Tower. Nathalie shot another critical glance his way, but he stubbornly refused to look the least bit cold.
He wasn’t going to let her have the satisfaction of being right.
One hour earlier
“Adrien! We need to get going so we arrive at the runway on time!” Nathalie called through Adrien’s door. “Your father will be very displeased if we arrive late!”
“Coming, coming,” Adrien called back, hurriedly closing the Ladyblog’s write-up on the latest akuma attack. Alya had gotten some really great photos of Ladybug during the last fight, and he had maybe lost track of time a little bit while he gazed at them. Nothing beat the real thing, of course, but since he couldn’t hang out with Ladybug 24/7, the Ladyblog was the next best thing. “Plagg, finish your cheese and get in my jacket.”
“Is that what you’re wearing to the event?” Plagg asked a bit dubiously, even as he finished the last of his cheese with a gulp. He sat back on his haunches, making no effort to move. “Are you sure?”
Adrien glanced down at himself and saw nothing wrong. His dark jeans were dressier than his usual ones, yet were casual enough that he wouldn’t be overdressed. He had on a lightweight green long-sleeved top, covered by an equally lightweight black jacket. It was perhaps an outfit more suited to an indoor event this late in the fall, but he had been out as Chat Noir earlier during an akuma attack and it had been surprisingly warm. “Yes?”
A/N: Got a little 9th Doctor for you! This was requested by @bi-pie67. The word Fernweh is German and essentially means a longing for travel. Enjoy, guys!
An insistent knocking on your door roused you from sleep, and you were immediately assaulted by the feeling of nausea. Your nose was stuffy and you felt like your brain had been replaced with cotton. Groaning, you rubbed your nose on your sleeve and staggered to the door, dizziness overtaking you.
“C’mon then, what took you so long? Up and at ‘em, I know exactly where we can - are you alright?” The Doctor seemed to notice pretty quickly that you were not your usual self.
“I don’t feel very…” You stopped, holding your head as you were hit with another wave of dizziness.
The Doctor steadied you, concern written in every line of his face. “You’ve gone and gotten sick, that’s what you’ve done! Come on then, straight back to bed.”
“Doctor,” You weakly protested as he guided you back. “I’m okay, really, it’s just a cold.”
He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “You’re burning up. Now you just rest while I get you some water and medicine. I’ll fix you right up, don’t you worry.”
And fix you up the doctor did, waiting on you hand and foot during the three days your fever remained, and forbidding you from doing anything too strenuous until you were back in good health. Six days after you first got sick, you woke up feeling better than you had in days. Stretching, you dressed and wandered out to find the Doctor.
“If it isn’t my favorite patient,” He greeted you with a goofy grin. “You’re feeling better, then?”
“Much,” You said with a nod. “Well enough to run for my life, at any rate!”
“Oi! We don’t always run for our lives,” He huffed. “But I’ll take it! Off we go, I know exactly where to take you!”
The Doctor seemed even fuller of energy than he usually was, very impatient to leave the TARDIS and explore. “Slow down Doctor, I’m still not one-hundred percent!” You laughed as he pulled you along.
“Oh, fine,” He said with a huff. “I thought I was going to go crazy, sitting around in the TARDIS all day while you were sick! You humans and your subpar immune systems. No offense.”
“None taken,” You said with a smile. “But we’re back at it now, which is the good thing. Hey, race you to the top of that hill!” You took off, knowing he would catch up easily.
The Doctor stood for several moments, staring after you with a wide grin. “Fantastic!”
I was on Instagram and came across Simo93's page, dude her 3 recent "art" are traces of your art! WTF! You should report those traces! She is getting out of hand and it's so obvious it's traced o_O She traced your Sakura and Sarada art, Your SK commission, and the picture of Naruto you did during your livestream! I can't believe she's still doing this even after being called out numerous times. She's just a crazy troll...wow.
Oh yes…. I messaged her and you know what she said? That I am crazy and that she doesn’t need to copy my art because I’m not even that good. Tho, i recall her making folders of my and @angelcake12 ‘s art on weheartit…And she is so convinced that an artist who creates a piece of art from scratch, can’t recognize their own art…=_=You can’t make a conversation with her because she’s so childish. I still need to report that picture. But hey…She didn’t copied or traced it :) We are crazy :)))
Words: 2699 Dean x Reader Based on this imagine! Summary: You meet Dean when you are both in the hospital and feel a connection to the handsome stranger, knowing nothing about what he does for a living…
Warning: some language This is Part 1 of a series! More to come soon! :)
You dragged the metal stand on wheels along beside you as you hobbled down the hallway. You looked at the bag of IV fluid hanging there with the line connected to your arm and scrunched your nose at it. Livin’ the dream, you thought to yourself.
You heard a crash down the hall and saw a guy about your age, stitches on his forehead, getting up out of a wheelchair and looking around to check if anyone was watching him. There were hospital supplies all over the floor nearby.
You made your way curiously over.
He was bent down shoving the supplies back onto the cart they had fallen off and didn’t see you.
“Hey,” you said.
He jumped and turned around. “Oh. Hey. I thought you were that crazy dictator nurse,” he said, looking you up and down, and giving you a sheepish smile.
You gave him a weak smile. “You have Nurse Michaels too?”
He nodded. “She kinda scares me.”
You gave him a conspiratorial look. “Me too,” you whispered. He smiled at you. “So, uhh what happened over here?” you asked, gesturing to the cart and spilled supplies behind him.
“Heh,” he gave you a boyish grin. “Wheelchair wheelie gone wrong.”
You laughed and nodded. “Ahh, we’ve all been there,” you replied smiling at him. “I’m Y/N,” you said extending a hand.
“Dean.” He grasped your hand, which felt small in his and gave you another smile. “So, what are you in for?” He asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his standard issue hospital pants.
He narrowed his eyes at you, knitting his eyebrows together, and opened his mouth to say something only to close it again.
You laughed loudly. “I’m kidding. A drunk driver hit my car.”
“I was gonna say—you don’t look the type. Drunk driver huh? What a douche…You’re gonna be ok though?” He said, starting to walk with you back up the hallway.
You gave him a small smile and nodded. “What about you? That looks like a nasty cut you have there.”
He pursed his lips and considered you for a moment, nodding absentmindedly. “Hunting accident.”