shocked faces of them

Nicknames

Prompt/Summary: You’ve given the rest of the team nicknames, but Bucky wonders why you’ve never given him one.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff fluffity fluff fluff

Word Count: 1197

Author’s Note:  Sorry Bluebird isn’t done.  So you get this instead.  I had a dance performance on Sunday and all of my evenings have been taken up by dance practice.  All done now, so back to writing. 

Originally posted by snowfox934

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Cheeky

Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:

#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”

Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.

“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.

“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.

“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.

“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.

“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.

“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.

“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.

Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”

“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.

“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.

“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.

“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.

Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”

You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.

“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.

Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.

“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.

Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.

“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”

You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.

“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”

“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.

“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”

“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”

“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.

“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.

He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”

“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.

Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.

“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”

He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”

You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.

“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.

A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx

anonymous asked:

Head canons to what if Tsukishima's female S/O suddenly came into the gym while they were practicing and all the members were really shocked because she was like model tier level kind of beauty. Thank you Momma Anal and wish you luck for school lmao xD

Thank you, babe! I’m sorry it took so long in being finished, I’ve been so busy as of late.

-Admin Lana


  • Usually Tsukishima wasn’t one to forget his belongings, but this time he had left his water bottle at your house. He’d rather die of thirst before drink from the water fountain so like a good girlfriend, you decided to bring it to him.
  • No one knew that the blonde was in a relationship, let alone dating someone with your magnitude of beauty. All eyes were eon you as you entered the gym, much to Tsukishima’s displeasure.
  • Knowing him he hadn’t told anyone on the team that he was dating you, not even Yamaguchi. When Tanaka and Nishinoya had nearly tripped over themselves to get to you, he had to draw the line somewhere.
  • Secretly, he was quite smug to know that he was dating someone who was highly sought after by others. You were hot and everyone knew it too. Hell, you even made Kageyama blush.
  • He stood up to meet you at the door, slinging an arm around your waist before giving you a chaste peck to the lips. That’s all it took to make chaos ensue in the gym.
  • Tanaka and Noya were having a fit, assaulting the both of you with questions. Daichi and Sugawara attempted to rein them in by threats of punishment along with Ennoshita tugging at the backs of their shirts. The three first-years could only watch with slightly amused expressions.
  • When you finally introduced yourself as Tsukishima’s girlfriend it was clear by the look of shock on their faces that your boyfriend didn’t tell them about your relationship. Surprise.
  • Tsukishima knows that as soon as you leave, the team will not leave him alone about this.

Mine | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: ass grabbing idk

prompt: “grab her ass in front of guys that want her, and grab her ass in front of girls that want you.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for over-protective theo.

Dating wasn’t easy, Dating Theo Raeken was a full on suicide mission. But no matter how hard it seemed, It would always be worth it; For the both of you.

You and Theo started dating a couple months after he came to Beacon Hills, Even though you were a beta in Scotts pack and surprisingly even after all the terrible things he did to your pack you saw the man in the monster, You accepted him and his flaws; And that’s exactly what made Theo fall oh-so deep in love with you. But when you started dating, Even though Theo is a big fan of PDA and not to mention one hell of a jealous wolfie, You two kept your relationship low-key.

This may have caused a couple of problems, Considering your boyfriend basically has a group of fangirls constantly by his side you may have been caught jealous a few times. But I mean, Who could blame them? Your boyfriend has one hell of a body; But then again, It’s your boyfriend.

And let’s be honest here, Theo was basically always jealous and not to mention over protective over you when it comes to other guys. Any time he saw a guy coming up to you, And especially if he was flirting with you, He would always walk up next to you and pull you into a passionate kiss showing everyone who you belong too.

Today was not exceptional for you two.

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Imagine being Lucifers soulmate

Word count: 2186

Request by: anon - Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x reader where Chuck is like “yeah Lucifer has a soulmate duh” so Sam, Dean, Cas, Lucifer, and Chuck all go to find them (Sam and Dean ready for her to be all evil) but they’re super intelligent and sweet? Thank you!! 

A/N: Thanks for the request <3

No one’s POV

Sam, Dean, Cas and Chuck were all sat silently in the room thinking of ways in which they could make Lucifer less angry at everything which reduces the risk of him throwing one of his ‘tantrums’ and destroying his brothers and humanity.

“I guess we could find his soulmate,” Chuck spoke out loud breaking the silence causing both Sam and Dean’s heads to shoot up and stare in Chuck’s direction.

“That’s a possibility,” Castiel replied to his father before continuing to look down at the lore book in his hands.

Both Sam and Dean just continued to stare at them in shock. The Lucifer, the very fallen angel which wanted to destroy humanity, had a soulmate, a human soulmate. A long period of silence followed as they were both too frozen to say anything.

“Wait what? Lucifer has a soulmate,” Dean spoke breaking the silence asking the question both him and Sam wanted to ask.

“Yeah Lucifer has a soulmate, duh,” Chuck laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I made every angel have a soulmate.”

“Could you take us and Lucifer to her?” Sam asked Chuck steadily and Dean looked at him as if he had just said the most stupid and crazy thing in the world.

“Of course I can,” Chuck replied looking over the small group of people within the room, “It’s just getting Lucifer out of his room and agreeing to the plan that’s going to be the hard part, I don’t think he even knows himself that he has a mate.”

Everyone’s heads drifted to Dean silently, as a group, picking him to be the one to speak to the angry archangel only a few rooms down from them.

“Well I’m not going in there alone with no defence against a moody archangel.” Dean spoke matter-of-factly.

“Who are you calling moody?” A smooth voice called out causing everyone’s heads to shoot over to where the sound came from.

There stood Lucifer leaned against the doorframe with a smug expression covering his face, it was the first time anyone had seen him come out of his designated room almost as if he could sense that the others were talking about him.

“Lucifer, come sit,” Chuck spoke causing Lucifer to pull a face which resembled disgust.

“I’m fine here,” he replied. Lucifer still wasn’t back to being 100% father and son with God (in fact he acted like a teenager) but they seemed to be better than they were when he first got out of the cage and being moody constantly was better to Chuck than his son not talking to him at all.

“Well, what do you all want, I could hear you all thinking my name from my room,” Lucifer spoke into the silent room taking notice of the shocked expressions on the Winchester’s face’s when looking at him.

“Father decided it would be best if took you to see your soulmate.” Castiel informed Lucifer.

Shock was evident on Lucifer’s face for a split moment in time before it returned expressionless to try and hide the emotions he was feeling; it was clear to everyone in the room that he didn’t know he had a soulmate.

“Well, let’s go do that then,” Lucifer spoke calmly yet inside he knew he was excited. After the fall and spending so long in the cage, he had begun to think that his father had not created him a soulmate and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he still had the ability to feel love like his brothers and sisters, “It’s slightly better than doing nothing in my room all day,” he added not wanting anyone in the room to acknowledge his happiness, he still had the reputation of ‘the devil’ to hold.

“That was easier than expected,” mumbled Chuck to both Dean and Sam with a chuckle before raising his hand and clicking sending them all to meet Lucifer’s soulmate.

Your POV

Sighing to yourself, you collapsed onto the sofa, your favourite book in your hand ready to read the night away. The day had been so busy and you hadn’t had a second to relax so you had decided to spend the rest of the night just relaxing, listening to your favourite band and reading. That was until you heard a knocking at the door.

Thinking it was just some hunters coming to you for information you decided to ignore the knocking at the door and continue reading, trying your hardest to relax. They could go to someone else for help, it’s been too long of a day.

The knocking continued so you sighed placing the book down and made your way to the persistent person knocking at your door so late at night.

Shock was evident on your face when you opened the door to 5 men staring at you, two looking slightly scared making you confused as to why they could be here. You slightly backed away from the door in case they were demons (which you doubted highly due to the friendship you had with Crowley, although they could be rouge demons) or any other monster which could have found out you were helping hunters.

Even though you were nervous, your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the man with blonde hair you just wanted to wrap your hands in and gorgeous blue eyes that you could stare in for eternity, your eyes continued to roam over his body, as did his with yours. You quickly diverted your eyes away from him in case he noticed you checking him out.

“How can I help you lovely men?” you smiled slightly looking at them as a whole.

“We was wondering if we could speak with Y/N,” the guy in the trench coat asked.

“That would be me, please, come in,” you replied, a smile not leaving your face, you nervously watched as they all stepped onto and over the welcome mat which contained a hidden devils trap under it. Your worry slightly lifted when you saw that none of them had gotten stuck. We are demon free, I repeat, demon free you thought to yourself as the men followed you into the kitchen.

“Anybody want a cuppa?” you asked happy that you weren’t in danger, if you were they probably would have tried to attack you by now but you were still cautious just in case.

A chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ was your reply apart from the blonde headed man replying ‘please’ causing all of the other men to look at him as if he had grown another head.

“S-Sure thing,” you cursed yourself for stuttering when talking to him and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

You hummed a cheery tune as you quickly spun around and popped the kettle on before making a drink for the both of you. As you handed the mysteriously hot man his drink your fingers collided for a moment and everything felt right like nothing else mattered in that short moment of time but you and him, sparks of electricity running up your arm. Looking up into the man’s crystal blue eyes, you searched for any sign that he had felt the same as you but all you saw was his expressionless face. Quickly, you grabbed onto your drink before sitting down and inviting everybody else to do so.

“So, what is it you guy’s wanted,” you smiled taking a sip of your drink. You had always been a cheerful person, from a very young age up until now and you had always believed that there was too much negativity within the world that you couldn’t possibly contribute to that, so you tried to spread as much joy as possible. It was one of the reasons you started helping hunters with their boring lore work. Lucifer realised that and admired you for it.

“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves first, shouldn’t we?” the tall long haired man said nudging the person next to him who continued to stare at you like you was some sort of myth or legend.

“Wha- oh yes. Introductions. I’m Dean, that’s…” he paused for a second whilst pointing in the blonde man’s direction, “…Nick?” he said as more of a question, “Chuck, Cas, and this is my little brother Sam.”

It was now your turn to have shock overcome your face. Did you hear them right? Sam and Dean Winchester was in your house, in front of you with the infamous Castiel you had heard so much about. What the heck would they want with you?

“Winchester brothers?” You asked out quietly, surprised that a voice even managed to come out of your mouth.

“Yeah… That’s us, how’d you know?” Sam asked slightly creeped out that you knew who they were.

“Oh come on, every hunter knows about you two,” you stated.

Silence overcame the room as the men processed what you had just said, the only person to show any form of emotion was Nick, a large, proud smirk across his face at the fact you were a hunter.

“Well then, since you know about the supernatural, we can properly introduce ourselves,” Chuck spoke motioning to him and Nick, “I’m God, but I prefer Chuck.”

“Pleasure to meet you Chuck!” You spoke happily sticking out your hand for him to shake, surprising yourself that you didn’t react massively to the fact he had just told you he was the God. He chuckled taking your hand in his, your infectious smile crawling its way onto his face. Everybody then looked in Nicks direction, you saw him nervously fiddling with his hands.

“I, uh, I’m,” he stuttered, a hand reaching to stroke the back of his neck to calm him down as he debated whether or not he should tell you the truth, “I’m Lucifer.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, for some reason it just felt right and both you and Lucifer knew it. He sighed into the hug relaxing instantly when you didn’t freak out over who he was

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Lucifer,” you said into the hug before pulling away from him seeing a smile on his face. The rest of the group seemed shocked at his display of emotion yet Lucifer decided to ignore them and keep smiling at you.

“So,” you spoke suddenly clapping your hands together and reluctantly turning away from Lucifer, “What brings the Winchesters, God and the angels to these neck of the woods.”

Lucifer’s metaphorical heart stopped for a moment when you acknowledged him as an angel, he didn’t think he could possibly fall in love with something as quickly as he was with you.

“You understand the concept of soulmates correct?” Castiel spoke up and you looked over in Lucifer’s direction knowing where the conversation seemed to be heading.

“I do,” you answered Castiel but not taking your eyes off of Lucifer and him not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, we found out that you are the soulmate of-“

“Lucifer,” you spoke cutting Castiel off. It definitely was the only explanation for the strong attraction you were having for him, it felt as if you had known each other for all eternity.

“Yes, Lucifer is your mate,” Castiel confirmed.

You felt as Lucifer’s hand slid down into yours, fingers locking together causing a grin to appear on both your face and Lucifer’s.

“Okay let’s leave them to it then,” Chuck said shoving the rest of the boys out of the room and throwing a wink at you. Sam and Dean still continued to show shocked expressions at your kindness towards everyone as they were pushed by God out of the room to leave you and Lucifer some privacy to talk.

“Y/N,” Lucifer turned to you and placed a hand on your cheek the other still locked between your fingers, “I know we have only just met, but it feels as if I have been in love with you for eternity.”

“Me too Luci,” you confirmed slightly blushing and ducking your head at the way in which stared lustfully at you.

His hand drifted down to under your chin as he lifted your head to make you look at him. Your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and it felt as if he was staring directly into your soul. Slowly, with his hand still on your chin, Lucifer leaned down hovering his lips over yours momentarily as your foreheads touched due to how close you were before locking his lips with yours. As cliché as it sounds, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when your hand reached up and gripped into his blonde hair. His gentle hand snaked its way around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. In this moment, wrapped in your soulmate’s arms, feeling the best you had in a while, you knew that you was truly in love as was Lucifer and that he was going to do everything in his power to protect you.

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6x11 / 4x11

OK, but can we talk about how the fact that the other person might see them die without being able to response or even look away is just as disturbing to them as actually dying.

Because look at their shocked faces, it’s like, they are feeling more the pain of the person standing there watching his true love in an almost death situation without being able to help, than their own fear of dying.

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Her face at each end screams “I don’t believe it” face!! To stared at them while her mouth hanging XD a shocked face :O 

Someone give akko a hug she needs!! It’s kinda sad too see this reality, her friends had no faith to her while her teacher/mentor and classmate/rival still believes in her even though her mentor teaches her and her rival still antagonizing her, they still helping her to improve. I think only professor ursula and diana defended akko in front of everyone.  

The Big Reveal

Originally posted by supercanaries

Request: Can you do one where Sebastian Smythe and reader are dating and they reveal it to the Glee club by having reader where his blazer?

Notes: So, Sebastian is a bit out of character in this one but still keeps his sass towards the others. It’s a bit shorter than my other imagines but I hope you guys like it!


“Babe, please?” Sebastian begs you, holding the jacket out in front of him. You take a moment to examine the blazer, noting the crispness of the navy, the sharp contrast of the red piping and the Dalton logo stitched on the left chest.

“Why do you want me to wear it?” You question, feeling the heavy fabric between your fingers.

“It’s the biggest game of the year. Our schools are playing each other, it’s just to show support. It’d be like wearing my jersey, but I kind of need that. The other girlfriends are going to be wearing the blazers too. You’ll fit right in.”

“Have you forgotten that I sit with my friends at the lacrosse games? The ones who not-so-subtly hate you? Who would flip out at me telling them that we’re dating?”

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Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.

Castiel was staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he read the new announcement.

Valentine’s Day 2016 at Lawrence High

Anonymously send a rose with personal note to the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’

There was more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in. Because he was this close to actually doing it. This close to acting on his feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Hey, Cas!” A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking, and I think that you should go for it.”

Charlie Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at the school’s special Valentine’s offer.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”

“Oh come on, you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”

“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his friend a sideways glare.

“You’re right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.

“Charlie!” Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at her.

Charlie surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas. And it’s anonymous, so what do you have to lose, really?”

Castiel sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.

“My sanity?” He offered after some time had passed.

Charlie shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy, maybe we’ll get a group discount.”

When Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she moved out of the way before he could strike.

“Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. And before you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Castiel muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget about it altogether…

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One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.

February 12th. He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to match, Castiel suspected that they were right.

“I come bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand, the one that held at least fifteen red roses.

To make matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.

Garth was handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.

“Dean Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.

Dean frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.

Castiel breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.

“Castiel Novak, one for you.”

Castiel flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew, a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly staring down at the roses on his own desk.

Garth had already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose, dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.

Curious nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.

‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if did.’

Castiel tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’ written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.

He decided to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.

~

Charlie was at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged her from behind, surprising her.

“Whoa, Cas. What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen. “The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.

“Very funny… I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re not even into males.”

Charlie’s hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.

“Rose?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”

There was no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well enough to detect when she was lying.

Castiel’s blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking, Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…

~

It was chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.

He made his way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful words…

“Cas?”

Castiel nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling his name so casually.

“Hello…” Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.

Like this, Dean was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well, so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.

Did Dean know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought.

“Can I talk to you, Cas?”

For reasons unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it was a bit unsettling.

“I… Yes, I guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the intense look on that handsome face.

Dean nodded, but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.

“Look, I think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”

Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried to keep hidden for so long.

Castiel contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other side of the country. Anything, something to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.

“I’m sorry, Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking…”

The dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise what even would the point be, huh?”

Dean was grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Castiel to say something.

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed, let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.

“So did you… Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not knowing what else to say.

Dean put his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially lost.

“Y-You want to ask me on a date, Dean?”

“Yeah, I do…” Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six messages was yours.”

Again, Castiel was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.

“How about you guess which one it was?” Castiel said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.

Dean weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess it right away?”

Castiel laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”

Again, Dean was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.

“Ha!” Dean shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”

Damn.

Lucky for Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square. In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.

Imagine getting in a fight but not telling your brothers (Sam and Dean)

Word Count: 1117

Request by: @thedeanunderthecas​ - Hi! I wanted to know if you could write a oneshot where the reader gets in trouble at school and calls Cas to come up there so her brothers(Sam & Dean) don’t find out she punched someone, but Cas tells them as he is leaving the bunker to go talk to her principal so she gets caught anyway? If not that’s okay :-)

A/N: I wrote most of this at 3am whilst procrastinating doing GCSE revision, aww yeahhh!

You sat quietly, bored out of your mind, in the principal’s office as he flicked through the notes about a fight you had recently gotten yourself into.

Sighing as he looked up at you, he began to speak, “I expected better of you Y/N, I’m going to have to call in your guardians to explain to them the situation and discuss the length of your removal from school.”

You slowly lifted your head in shock and fear of the words which just came out of his mouth. Sam and Dean could not find out about this, they wouldn’t understand, they’d get so angry, they’d hate me, they’d think I’m a monster. Your mind ran rapidly thinking of all of the outcomes to your brothers finding out about your mini fight, none of them sounding particularly appealing.

Suddenly relief flooded your body as you thought of Castiel, he could get you out of this situation acting like one of your brothers and neither Sam or Dean would ever have to know. A small smirk appeared on your face as you came up with the brilliant plan, all you had to do was convince Cas to come, talk to the principal and not tell Sam or Dean.

Deep breath. Okay, here goes nothing.

Cas, I need you to come to school, I kinda… Maybe… Slightly got into some trouble and now the principal wants to talk to Sam and Dean about me being expelled. Please Cas, I need you.

You put on a slightly scared/nervous tone to ensure Castiel came quickly and you sighed happily before leaning back in your chair and waiting for Cas to be your knight in shining armour and save you from the horrors of school.

 At the bunker

Cas abruptly stood up after Y/N’s prayer ended preparing to fly to them.

As Castiel was about to leave, Dean spoke up, “Wait! Where are you going?”, curiosity lacing his voice at Castiel’s sudden attempts to leave.

“Y/N has requested for me to come talk to their school principal as he wishes to talk to me about them being expelled due to the fact that she appears to have gotten herself into some sort of ‘trouble’.”

Sam’s head shot up and Deans face was filled with shock and rage.

Without saying anything, Dean left the room towards Baby, quickly followed by Sam and Cas.

As the engine started up Dean whispered to himself “Y/N better get prepared for no more hunts and bunker cleaning duty for life,” causing Sam to nod his head, shock still evident on his face from the information that his innocent, shy, younger sister had done something bad enough to get them expelled.


You smiled to yourself as the door to the room opened only to have your face drained from all its colour as both your brothers followed by Cas walked into the room and sat beside you, sharp, angry looks evident on both of their faces.

You sighed to yourself as you looked down at your hands in your lap. Of course Castiel would tell them, why wouldn’t he.

Looking up once again, your eyes met with Sam’s as he gave you a sorry yet stern/angry glance causing you to lean back in your chair and prepare yourself for the inevitable lecture about to come your way.

After Sam and Dean had finished talking with your principal, you all left the school, nobody saying anything. You climbed into the back of baby with Cas as the awkward tension from the silence built up. Dean was practically radiating anger from the driver’s seat, his hands clutched the steering wheel as tightly as he could causing his knuckles to turn white. Slowly, you gulped as the realisation of how fuming your brothers truly were at you.

Once the long ride of torture in Baby was over, and you were all sat in the bunker silent, you finally spoke up.

“Sooo.. That was-“ you began to speak before being cut short.

“What the hell were you thinking Y/N?” Dean finally snapped looking directly into your eyes waiting for a solid answer to his question.

A few moments passed as you thought about what to say.

“I’m not going to apologise.” You knew that giving into your brothers and just saying sorry would probably be the easiest and most efficient way of ending this hole you had dug yourself into but instead you decided to not back down, that kid you hit had it coming and no matter what the consequences were, you would have chosen to hit them. Every. Single. Time.

“You’re what?” Deans voice boomed across the room. Sam and Cas sat on the other table listening to how the argument slowly began to intensify.

“I said, I’m not going to apologise.” You repeated but this time with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Y/N,” Sam said warningly knowing that he should try to calm the situation but instead it just made you angrier that nobody had heard your side of the story and just assumed that you were the bad person.

“No Sammy! They fucking deserved it!” you lashed out harshly as tears glossed over your eyes and your vision blurred, “They were picking on some kid, I saw it, everyone saw it but nobody did anything, they all just stood there letting these dicks pick on this kid, I couldn’t just stand there doing nothing like all the cowards around me, so I hit them. It was stupid, I know, but they deserved it.”

Shock appeared on your Sam, Dean and Cas’s faces. None of them had ever heard you swear before nor had they seen you cry.

Suddenly, you felt a pair or arms wrap around you, and another and before you knew it, you were pulled into a group hug including the three most important people in your life. The tears escaping your eyes quickly changed to happy ones as you felt the strong sensation of love fill your body.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m just really protective of you, heck, we all are, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” Dean whispered into your hair before placing a kiss on your forehead. Sam and Cas nodded agreeing to what Dean had just said.

“I love you all so much,” you pulled down your sleeve and wiped away the stray tears running down your face.

“We love you too,” Sam replied before you were pulled into yet another group hug causing happiness to replace the sadness you once felt as you knew how truly loved you were…

“But you’re still on bunker cleaning duty,” Dean quickly added ruffling your hair causing you to groan in annoyance but with a smile on your face.

Erased (Part 1)

Part 2

Part 3

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: The Ghost Riders have just arrived in Beacon Hills; everyone is afraid, everyone’s faith is on a couple of teenagers. (Y/N) and Stiles have been best friends for years, and have been dating for the last two. They’re the perfect couple, but the Ghost Riders are here to end the Happily Ever After.

Word Count: 1,200

Prompt: Requested by @squirels-angels-and-moose (love the idea!).

A/N: I have changed certain scenes in Season 6 mainly to fit in with this imagine, so please don’t kill me! As well, I really hope that it is accurate enough with the ghost riders; I feel like I haven’t watched it in years but in reality it has only been a couple of weeks!

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

“Can I get a photo of you two?” You tore your eyes away from Stiles to smile at Sydney who wore a rather odd grin on her face. “What for?” Stiles asked suspiciously. “For the perfect couple section, obviously.” She laughed, Stiles looked at you for a second and you shrugged before getting into a pose. Stiles wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer, and you snuggled in perfectly to his side. She snapped the photo before skipping off to take pictures of the gathering crowd.

“The perfect couple, huh?” He asked, turning to face you. There wasn’t much space between the pair of you, but you were comfortable with it. After years of being best friends with Stiles to becoming his girlfriend two years ago, you were way past the awkward kisses and hugging stage. “We are though,” You agreed with Sydney before planting a kiss on his lips. “Mmmh, I love you.” He mumbled into your mouth, the vibration causing you to giggle.

The rest of the gang showed up, and this made you separate yourself from him. Gathering around the table, everyone looked at Stiles who clapped his hands together excitedly. “So, who is coming to the house with me?” He looked around the group, each of you holding a blank or apologetic face. “Malia? Lydia?” He questioned, receiving mumbled excuses before they got up quickly and stumbled off. “Don’t ever ask me for help again,” He shouted in their direction causing the pair to let out giggles knowing they don’t need to beg him for anything, he’ll just do it.

“Scott?” “You know I can’t leave, I’ve missed far too many classes.” He moaned, thinking of the work that had to be done to catch up. Stiles let out a huff before he looked at you; his big, hazel brown eyes begging you to tag along. “Stiles..” You warned, he let a sniff as if he was crying. “I can’t, I’ve papers to work on.” He shook his head, standing up from the table and storming away. “What a cry baby.” You chuckled, grabbing your backpack and Scott’s, and walking with him to the next class.


You heard a car pull up to the driveway; after two beeps, you looked out the window to see the familiar jeep and an extremely nervous looking Stiles sitting in the driver’s seat. He waves his hand for you to come out and with a smile on your face, you grab the closest jacket and walk out to the jeep. “Why hello there,” You greet him, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Isn’t this a surprise?” He winked at you before driving away from your house. “Did you find anything at the boy’s house?” He glanced at you, licking his bottom lip before shaking his head. “No, nothing.” He hesitated, a glazed look covering his eyes.

“What happened, Stiles?” You placed the palm of your hand on his thigh, showing him that you were there for him. “Let’s talk about that later,” He stopped the jeep, hopping out of it and running to your side; to open your door. “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.” You noticed, smiling at him teasingly. “I just want to show you how much I love you.” He pecked your lips before grabbing your hand and walking you down a small trail.

“Are you taking me to that park?” You asked, causing him to groan. “How do you remember that?” He looked at you and laughed, “Of course you remember, you remember everything.” He put an emphasis on the word ‘everything’ but he kept walking, swinging your arms with each step.

Two years ago, Stiles asked you to be more than his best friend in the very park that you were standing in the middle of now. “Why are we back here?” You asked, looking around the abandoned park since it was nearing nine o’clock in the evening. He pulled a blanket out of his backpack and lay it on the grass, “I just want to spend time with you,” He looked around nervously before laying down on the blanket bringing you with him. He turned you so your back was to his chest and he wrapped his arms around you so tight that you thought you were going to pee.

“Stiles, what has gotten into you?” You asked, not making any attempt to turn and face him. You felt his chest rise and fall, before he sighed and rested his chin on your shoulder. “We went to the house earlier, and I say one of the Ghost Riders,” “The what?” Stiles let out a sigh, before sitting up; you felt the warmth leave your body. “The Ghost Riders, it’s the Wild Hunt (Y/N). Once you see them, you’re next. People start forgetting about you, your personal possessions start disappearing – you’re erased from everyone’s memories.” He looked down at you, worry swirling in his eyes. “I’m next, (Y/N). I need you to remember me, okay? I need you to help Scott and Lydia.”

You sat up, you felt sick; you wanted to throw up but you had to be strong. “I won’t let anyone take you, Stiles. I can’t live without you,” “I’ll be back,” He whispered, kissing your lips gently, “But you need to remember me.” The wind started to pick up, and Stiles stood up abruptly, pushing you behind him.

“(Y/N), you need to run.” He whispered, the leaves brushing against your toes through the sandals. You heard a noise, you looked to the side and your eyes widened. “Stiles, is that the Ghost Rider?” Your throat went dry, you found it hard to talk, never mind scream. “You can see them?” He asked in shock, turning you to face him. You nodded, “Run! Run! Run now, (Y/N)!” He shouted, grabbing your wrist, and running in the direction of the jeep. You heard the horse’s feet galloping along the grass; one right behind you and the other coming from the right. “Stiles, I can’t run, my feet.” You looked down the blood seeping through the sandals.

“Stiles, you go! Run, get help. You know more about them than me, you’re the smarter one.” He turned the corner with the jeep just two minutes away, “They won’t stop following us until they get one of us, please go.” You whispered, tears flowing down your cheeks. “I’m not leaving you.” He said, his hand grasping your cheek. “I can’t,” He whispered, kissing the tears away. “If we both get caught, no one will ever remember us but if you stay here, you’ll find me – you always do, Stiles.” He looked deeply into your eyes before roughly kissing you. “I love you okay? I love you so damn much and I will find you.” “I love you too,” Stiles let out a sob before the sound of a horse got closer, “Go, remember me.” You whispered, pushing him towards the jeep.

His hand slipped off your face just as you turned to face the Ghost Rider who was now standing walking towards you, a gun pointing to your chest. You heard the jeep’s engine start, before you couldn’t hear it anymore. You let out a sob as the shooting of the gun could be heard, and the cloud of green smoke was all you remembered.

Being walked in on having Sex with Negan by Daryl and Rick would include:

Requested

Originally posted by rikkisixx

• Daryl and Rick already noticing over time that something’s going on between Negan and you even though they wouldn’t expect you to go that far

• Them not being able to find you and searching for you in your house before they already hear suspicious noises and walk into the room seeing you laying moaning in bed with a panting Negan on top of you

• Them standing there, first in shock before Daryl would want to storm towards Negan, rip him off of you but would be stopped by Rick even though he’d be filled with anger as well

• You gasping in shock as you’d see both of them standing in the room while Negan would just look chuckling at their shocked faces and bite his lip before telling them growling to get the fuck out

• Both of them not moving at first while glaring at Negan before he’d threaten them, resulting in them leaving growling, while their glares would also hit you

• After seeing the door shut, Negan turning back to you telling you smirking that he’s gonna make you forget about what just happened on the best way possible

• Him keeping his promise and continuing as passionate as he can while enjoying to slowly see how he begins to be all on your mind again

• Negan going afterwards to both of them telling them chuckling that you probably won’t be able to come out or walk the next days

• Him adding that he’ll find out if they punish you in any way for being with him and telling them that they don’t want to know what happens then

• After Negan leaves, them going to you anyway, asking what the heck you were thinking when you began to sleep with the enemy

• You having a hard time convincing them that even though you have something going on with Negan, they’re still having your loyalty

• Negan teasing them every time he’s in Alexandria, making sure Daryl and Rick know why he’s there and telling them how much fun he’s about to have with you

• Him beginning to show his attraction and affection to you in front of others even more than before and showing especially Daryl and Rick that you are his

• Daryl having huge problems with keeping himself under control whenever he sees Negan pulling you close, touching you or talking purposely loud about you 

• Negan having to exhort Rick when he gives him his annoying side eye because of all the things he sees Negan doing with you 

• Him grumpily accepting when you’re telling him that he can’t pull off certain things in front of them before pulling you close to him and telling you huskily that if that’s so, they’ll better not walk in on what he’s gonna do next with you


@dasani-saraai @myrabbitholetoneverland @jeffreydeanneganstrash @negans-network @sweetwittlebosco

Growing Up Batty: Part 2

Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. This particular chapter is dedicated to @maryry24

Words: 864

Part 1


“It’s about to expire.”

          You just roll your eyes; you don’t understand why Damian insists on coming shopping with your family. To be quite honest you wouldn’t be here if your mother didn’t mandate it. But in her eyes this was family time, and you suppose it isn’t all that bad. “It doesn’t really matter if we end up eating them tonight.”

          “Those ones will last longer.”

          “They’re also more expensive.”

          He just attempts to stare you down, attempt being the key word. You have four sisters, you aced staring contests a long time ago, when you had to fight for a drawer in the bathroom, for some of your stuff. Sure enough he looks away first, a scowl on his face. He isn’t used to losing, but you figure a little bit of humility might just help the Wayne heir.

          You smile as you load several clearance boxed items into your basket. You’re just about to drag him down the ice cream aisle when someone says, “Dami, is that you?”

          At the sound of the voice Damian stiffens, and pales slightly. You don’t even turn toward the approaching party, too entranced by your best friend’s reaction. You’ve never seen him like this.

          You hear the footsteps stop right beside you, and you watch as Damian turns towards three rather large men. They’re all grinning, and you have a feeling that Damian is in for just a tad bit more humility than you thought. One leans down slightly to throw his arm around Damian’s shoulder and says, “What a coincidence running into you baby bird, I didn’t know you like grocery stores.”

          Damian just scowls and says, “Remove your arm from my space, before I do it for you, Todd!”

          The man now labeled Todd just grins a bit more, and turns his attention to you. He extends his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Jason, these two lugs beside me are Dick, and Tim. We’re Dami’s older brothers and you are?”

          You choose not to shake his hand. There’s a power play going on, and you never take sides without knowing all the facts. You move your free hand to the handle on the basket, so that both hands are occupied and say, “I’m Y/N.”

          Jason retracts his hand and just grins, and you’re fairly certain that you hear the one introduced as Tim mutter something like “smart girl” under their breath. You give him a small smile in return, before turning your attention back to Damian.

          His face has turned red, and he’s gritting his teeth, and Jason’s arm is still wrapped around him. All signs point towards a very likely blow up, and all you can think about is that time he beat up those guys at school. You need to prevent that from happening again. After all, this is your mom’s favorite grocery store, and she’d be mad for days if she got some sort of lifetime ban.

          Without another thought you reach over, wrap you hand around Damian’s upper arm, and pull. He stumbles a bit, and you steady him in front of you. His face become a little less red, as the two of you hold eye contact for several moments, and then your hand sneaks out and pokes him in the side.

          Despite the fact that he’s fourteen, he has a lot of muscle. More than once you’ve moved to poke him, only to come back with a hurt finger and a trademarked Damian Wayne smirk. Then one marvelous day, you happened to hit this one little squishy part, and it was like the sun shone, and the birds sang. You’re not able to hit it often but when you do, it makes both of you smile.

          He grins a bit as he catches your hand on its way back, he holds it in the air for a minute and then his own hand, fast as lightning strikes you right in the side. You let out this little squeal, and start trying to pry your hand loose, all while swearing revenge. Damian just smiles and says, “I’d like to see you try.”

          You only calm down when you notice his brothers staring at you with shocked faces. You and Damian just kind of stare at them for a minute before you say, “I think we broke them.”

          Damian shrugs and says, “I’m okay with that, let’s go find your family and get out of here before they come to.”

          You smile as he leads you away by the hand, and can’t help but think that his brothers are a bit batty too. They are however good looking, which means, “It might be a good idea to keep them away from my sisters, the flirting would drive us both insane.”

          Damian just nods and says, “Agreed.”

          Damian goes home that night, and when you see him at school on Monday he looks like he’s just lost his best friend. And with you being his best friend, that’s not exactly a good thing. When you ask what’s he simply says, “My father wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow.”  You just sigh, your best friend is such a drama king.

Part 4

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

@shulkie suggested pining Levi so here we go.

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Levi watched as Jean draped his arm around Eren’s shoulders and said something into his ear with a wide grin. Eren laughed and poked his tongue out, and Jean pulled a face and pretended to recoil.

But they stayed close, those two.

Levi sort of thought they would have mentioned it if they were actually together, but with the way they acted sometimes he honestly wasn’t sure. It wasn’t really his business, he supposed, only that it was; Eren had told him flat out that he was good at shutting down their arguments, and doing that for a couple seemed weird and inappropriate.

Levi was ushered forward next, to be included in the photograph. The label still wasn’t sure how to ‘massage him into the band’s core brand’ as one of the bright, interchangeable young PR people had put it and Levi wished he didn’t even have to try. Some bullshit never changed.

They wanted him to watch all the band’s old interviews, and Levi put on a dutiful look and agreed, but secretly it wasn’t such a hardship.

They were both gorgeous, those two; fresh faced and charismatic, and Levi watched them joke and giggle and prod each other, squirming across a variety of TV talk show couches, along with their ex-bandmate Reiner. They’d always been all over each other, apparently, and Levi wondered why the PR people hadn’t told them to put a stop to it. Some of their comments were downright suggestive.

Levi didn’t need the mental images of the lean, leggy young men wrapped around each other like that, their stories of sharing hotel rooms and the back of a van working all too vividly on his imagination.

He didn’t know what to make of this whole situation sometimes; no one gets a second chance like that, a rediscovery and the opportunity to return to the stage after all those years. That alone seemed too much to expect, and here he was with two frankly beautiful young men who apparently saw in him nothing but good things. Even after they found out about his stage fright they seemed to think it was just something to manage rather than a deal-breaker.

He should be more grateful, and stop imagining them naked at the very least.

“At least you’ve done all this before,” Jean said when the shoot was over and they were heading back in the car. “It was a hell of a learning curve for us.”

“Mm.” Levi didn’t feel like discussing it; he’d felt like a third wheel for most of the time, and he doubted no amount of massaging the message was going to change that. How could it? He was a decade older than they were, and they’d almost literally found him in the trash.

He could almost sense them looking at each other, trying to work out why he was in a bad mood. Did they really know him so well so fast? Or maybe it wasn’t him at all, and they were silently communicating about more personal things.

“We should work on our narrative,” Eren said, when they’d retreated back to the boys’ apartment. Levi had sort of wanted to leave, but they had work to do. “They’re gonna keep bugging us until we have something.” He frowned. “We need something.”

Levi watched Eren return from the fridge and choose a seat across from Jean, flopping into it and somehow managing not to spill his drink. They always pulled apart when he was with them, and it was starting to bug him a little. He wasn’t prejudiced or anything.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said.

“Do what?” Eren asked.

“Act distant with each other when I’m here. I’m not going to be bothered,” he lied slightly. It didn’t bug him for the obvious reasons at least.

“We’re not?” Jean looked puzzled.

Levi rolled his eyes. “You were practically sitting in his lap earlier.”

“Oh that!” Eren laughed, a little awkwardly. “It’s for the cameras, you know.”

“What?”

“The fans love it,” Jean explained. “The idea that we might be fucking in private. They get really invested. So,” he shrugged. “We play up to it a bit.”

“Don’t worry, Levi, we won’t make you do it,” Eren assured him.

“Too old?” Levi suggested wryly.

“No. I mean, you wouldn’t like it, right?”

He could feel their eyes on him, and he resisted the urge to squirm in his chair. He wished desperately he’d never raised the topic to start with.

“I wouldn’t really mind,” he said eventually. “I mean, if they like it.”

“Well that’s great!” Eren said, with more enthusiasm than Levi thought was necessary. “We know our narrative now, don’t we?”

Levi got the distinct impression they were communicating via eye contact again.

“And he was so good!” Jean declared, beaming at the host. “We were like, we have to get this guy to play with us.”

“And then we got him out of those overalls,” Eren said, leaning against Levi on the other side. “And look at this!” He grabbed Levi’s bicep and Levi flexed good-naturedly as the crowd oohed.

“Oh my God, those arms,” the host said, pulling a shocked and delighted face for the camera. “Can I touch them?” she asked.

And Levi, firmly wedged between his bandmates, Jean’s thigh pressed against his own and Eren’s breath tickling his ear, wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Standing up for her

Request: hiya love can you do a imagine where y/n is in the fencing team , y/n would be walking in the hallway with her uniform and saber (a certain sword they use in fencing ) and y/n sees Hannah getting bullied by the guys like sexual harassment and out of no where y/n pulls out her saber and just says something really badass leaving everyone speechless and leaving Hannah being bestfriends with y/n . Y/n teaching clay and Hannah to fence the next day.

Words: 1001

Warnings:  swearing and catcalls.

A/N: Hello lovelies! Thank you for sending in requests. To the people who sent in asks for imagines requests, I see them and I’ve added them to my list. I feel self conscious in posting my works here but I see your comments and I just feel so grateful and motivated by it so thank you so much! Also, I’m still taking imagines request but it might take some time posting them because I’m working through other requests please bear with me! Lastly, I’m not sure if this is badass enough, but anywayI had fun writing this. I hope you like it! Im sorry i suck at titles

Originally posted by greyingshepherd


It’s only the third period of the day and honestly, you couldn’t wait for this day to be over and vent your frustration in fencing. Since this morning, everyone has been buzzing about the childish list of who’s hot and not. It swiftly circulated among students, especially with people posting it on their snapchats and instagram stories. The thought of walking through the halls was revolting as numerous catcalls have been thrown at you ever since people saw the list. Ridiculously, some people genuinely believes it was a good thing to be labeled as ‘best tits’. Sighing, you walked close to the lockers trying to avoid further encounters before you finally give in to the urge to smack someone in the face.

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waving through a window - a heathers au

(BASED OFF OF AN AU PROMPT BY @defenderofjvstice)

(This is based off the musical version, not the movie version. Sorry.)

WORD COUNT: 1177

SHIP: MAINLY JDXVERONICA

It was no use. Veronica Sawyer could see that this was the choice her ex-boyfriend, Jason “JD” Dean, made. She looked into his wild, frowning, glaring brown eyes as he held the trigger for the bombs in one hand and a gun pointing at her in the other. This was the choice he made. There was no stopping him now, and she didn’t want to fight with a dangerous sociopath.

Unless…

“Fine. If you won’t stop the bombs, then I’ll join them,” Veronica gulped. It was the only way to redeem herself, she realized, after she had been involved in the murders of the most popular girl in the school and her ex-best friend, Heather Chandler, and two jocks on the football team, Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly. Sure, they were all jerks, but in the light of everything that happened – her triggering Martha’s attempted suicide, going along with the Heathers’ mean pranks for almost three weeks – she was just as bad as them.

And letting JD kill three semi-innocent high schoolers right before her eyes? That just made her even worse. The only person who deserved to die was herself.

JD’s glare softened. “Veronica…” He lowered his gun and started stepping towards her.

Veronica took a step back. She wanted to look strong in front of him. But really, she was scared, shaking in her oxfords. Was this really what she had to do to stop JD? To threaten her own death? However, she decided that if this was the price to pay to forgive her sins, then so be it.

“No, JD,” Veronica said firmly, slowly backing away from him and towards the school. “This is the only way.” She turned from him and started to run.

“Veronica, wait!” JD yelled after her.

But it was too late. She disappeared into the doors of the ticking time-bomb, which happened to be Westerburg High.


JD ran through the doors of the only school he didn’t want to leave, thanks to Veronica. As he passed by the gym, the nauseating chants of the school’s pep rally echoed off of the empty hallways.

Hey, yo Westerburg! Tell me, what’s that sound? Here comes Westerburg, comin’ to put you in the ground! Go, go, Westerburg! Give a great big yell! Westerburg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!

Which is where every one of these deadbeats and assholes are going, JD thought to himself as he finally passed the gymnasium. The chants finally died out and he could only hear silence through the halls.

“Veronica?” he called out, passing down each corridor. He peeked through every classroom, bathroom (even the girls’, which was thankfully empty), library, and even the rooftop. No sign of Veronica.

As he headed down the stairs of the rooftop, he started to rethink his choices. He loved Veronica. He was doing this just for her. If she were killed thanks to his own doing, he would never forgive himself.

He finally reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed that the two emergency exit doors were open. Those were never open. He came to the conclusion that Veronica was bluffing. She really wasn’t going to die with these bastards. She just wanted a reason for him to stop.

Nice try, Veronica. It’s not that easy.

He headed outside to the football field, seeing the whole school in all of its hellish glory. He pressed the button on the trigger and knew it would only be a matter of seconds until everything was gone, and it would just be him and Veronica. He smiled to himself, looking at the school’s brick structure and tinted windows. He looked through each and every one of them, most of them were empty, but he was shocked to see a face staring back through one of them. The face waved.

JD blinked. He suddenly had a flashback of the time his mother died. She had kissed him on his forehead and said she would see him soon, before walking into the building. She waved through the window as it exploded into pieces; the only remains of his mother were the ashes and the rubble of the deconstructed library.

Was the figure waving through the window his mother? Was it her spirit to try to convince him, too late, to stop the murder of all these innocent teenagers? He blinked again, only to realize the figure that was waving through the window was…

Veronica.

His eyes widened as he reached out, as if his gesture could stop the explosion. As he stepped forward to try and join her…

BOOM!

He ran back, the sound so loud that it left his ears ringing. He shielded his eyes from the bright fire and tried to dodge the ashes and the rubble of the school that went flying everywhere. As everything finally calmed down, he ran through the black smoke and inspected every single brick and rock, praying to God that Veronica had somehow made it out alive. That the person waving through the window wasn’t actually her. That he was just seeing things.

However, his heart instantly shattered into pieces as he picked up a scrap of torn, navy blue cloth. He recognized it immediately – it was from the blazer that Veronica always wore.

“No…” It barely came out. A sob was lodged in his throat. “Veronica…” He buried his face into the only remainder of his beloved as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Please don’t leave me alone… you were all I could trust…”

It should have been me. It should have been me. I’m the only asshole who deserved to die in this explosion. Not them. Not Heather McNamara. Not Martha Dunnstock. Sure, Heather Duke was a major bitch, but who the fuck cares? I killed people. Heather Duke didn’t deserve to die. And Veronica didn’t deserve to die either.

He looked at the loaded gun in his hand. He pressed it against his head, but then he knew that Veronica wouldn’t want him to do that.

It would just prove that you’re a major pussy, she would’ve said. She would’ve wanted JD to turn himself in. She would’ve wanted him to face the music and rot in prison.

Two weeks later, JD, who was now dubbed inmate number 38129, sat in the Sherwood Penitentiary. He would be tried as an adult, and they would most likely give him the death sentence for the first-degree murder of Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney (if they could prove it), and the students of Westerburg High School. He deserved it.

As he sat in solitary confinement, wearing the orange jumpsuit all inmates had to wear instead of his trusty black trench coat, he only had one thing on his mind: Veronica.

Why’d I have to go and fuck my life up? If I had just listened to her, we could probably be cuddling on the couch and watching TV and making out. She’d still be in my arms. Most importantly, she’d still be alive.

Why couldn’t we have been seventeen?