Okay, so I may have posted to AO3 at 11:59 p.m. on Friday, but goddammit, I got this fucking chapter up before Saturday officially hit, so I will consider that a win. (Huge apologies for the late posting again–this week and next week are the two busiest work weeks of my year so I have been STREESSSSSEEDDD. But Chapter 8′s now up, all almost 30K of it, which brings us to over 175K, so yes, we are definitely going to cross that dreaded 200K mark once the next two chapters are up, and I have to start working on Chapter 9 tomorrow and after that there’s only Chapter 10 and what will I do with myself? Except, oh, yeah, maybe start the second novel I have plotted for this series. \0/
Warnings: Uhm, jealousy? Alexander kind of being stupid, but that’s not new. Idk.
A/N: Hey, look, something new! I’m not planning on doing a lot of Alex x reader, but if inspiration hit I’ll do it. Just a warning, I’m super tired so I haven’t really checked it or anything. There’s a 99% chance of me regretting putting this out tomorrow.
On another note, thank you so much for over a 100 notes on my Friday Night imagine! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, and I’m kind of freaking out (but then again, when am I not freaking out?).
I’m planning on maybe write for other fandoms too. I’m not sure yet. I watched 13 Reasons Why, so now I’m kind of wanting to write a Clay imagine or something. And I’ve also thought about something for Dan Howell, which would be an AU.
Yeah, okay, this was a long a/n, so I’m just gonna cut it here.
Being Alexander’s boyfriend came with many ups and down. It seemed like your relationship was a blur of fighting then making up (and out) again. Some people wondered why you were together, when you kept fighting like that, but they didn’t know about the late nights up cuddling and the candle lit dinners and the sneaking in and out of dorm rooms. You wouldn’t change it for anything.
But there was days like this when you questioned your whole relationship. You, Alex, John, Herc, Laf, Eliza, Angelica and Peggy were hanging out at Laf and Herc’s place, playing video games and eating candy and just catching up. You and John were goofing around, throwing popcorn at each other and giggle like two schoolgirls. You probably should’ve paid attention to your boyfriend, but to be honest, you were kind of tired of him. The whole day he had been in a bad mood, lashing out at you and putting you in a bad mood. Now you just wanted to have fun, until you had to suffer a car drive home with him again.
It had started with small signs you didn’t notice, but if you had noticed, you would know what happened. His jaw clenching, and his fingers pressed into a fist. He started to get moody, and send John and you angry looks. And then he snapped.
“Get your hands off of her!”
Both you and John froze as you looked back at the shaking man. He was breathing heavily and his face was red. His hands clenched to fists at his side.
“Relax Alex, we were just goofing off.” John said, but took a step away from me anyway.
“Yes Alex. It’s okay.” You added.
“You’re my girlfriend. You shouldn’t feel the need to ‘goof off’ with anyone else than me.”
That made a bubble of irritation form in you. “Well, I didn’t think you wanted my company tonight. You’ve been moody and snappy and you have refused to talk to me the whole day.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice calm and steady.
“Well I’m sorry you’ve felt that today. Maybe now you know how it feels for me?”
You had no idea what he was talking about, and now the irritation was turning into anger. In another part of your brain, you noted that everyone else filed out, obviously noticing what was happening.
“Feels for you? I have no idea what you’re talking about! Sure, I can have some mood swings every now and again, but at least I tell you and apologise afterwards, instead of getting angry at you and your best friend!”
“I wouldn’t need to be angry at you and my best friend if I hadn’t known that my best friend likes you!” Alex yelled, tears springing out of his eyes. He always started crying when he was fighting with you.
You froze, and it felt as if all the air left your body. “What?” You whispered, not sure of you had heard correctly.
“John. He likes you. The same way I do. He told me about it yesterday. That’s why I’ve been so hard to deal with today,” He whispered, looking down at his shoes. “I’m sorry.”
You didn’t hesitate taking two longs strides over to where he stood and putting your hands on either side of his face. You looked up at his glassy with tears, bloodshot eyes. Even though he was really short, you were still shorter than him.
“Alexander. You’re the only one I like. No one can take you from me, especially not John. Until now, I thought he was gay for gods sake!”
His body relaxed as you leant in and kissed him. It was a short and cute kiss, but it said all you needed to say. As he started to sob, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He clung onto you. You knew this wasn’t the only thing on his mind. You knew he had been stressed for a long time. So you hugged him and kept him close as he let it all out.
“T-thank you.” He whispered a while later, when you were both sitting on the floor.
You kissed his forehead. “Sometimes we all get a little jealous. It’s okay.”
Summary: You’re a medical student and a hunter. Your parents died, killed by a demon, and you picked up where they left off. No one knows about it and you live a perfectly normal life. What’s gonna happen when someday you run into Dean Winchester, having no idea, that he’s a hunter, too?
You stretched your arms to relax your stiff muscles not expecting to collide with anything hard and firm. Suddenly, memories from last night flooded your mind, making you quickly open your eyes. They were greeted by Dean’s and you grinned, happy that you decided to let Elena drag you to that bar that Friday; you made a mental note to thank her for that later.
Dean leaned in to kiss you, pulling you on top of him, and rested his hands on your thighs. You kissed gently only for the sake of feeling each other’s skin.
“Hi,” he said as he finally pulled away from you.
“Hey.” You responded with a shy smile, wrapping your body in the bed sheet before sitting on the edge of the bed.
I’m thankful for a good Friday morning of art classes. I’m thankful that the classes were calm enough for me to make three of my own arts. I’m thankful for the first thing I made:
I’m thankful to hope that my calm and focus is what helped the rest of the class be calm and focussed. I’m thankful that the other three times I have done this the same thing has happened but I think this has much more to do with the actual students and than me. I’m thankful that while I was painting this a girl sitting close to me asked me about what I was making and why I was making it and I got to talk to her about the importance of always having a side hustle/hobby. I’m thankful that she told me that she was happy today because this was her very last art lesson of the year and she hated and was bad at art. I’m thankful that she propped her chin on her hand for a long while, just watching me, then murmured that it was fascinating to watch me do it.
I’m thankful that the slogan is an extremely condensed idea of what my approach to teaching is.
I’m thankful for the art teacher I had in high school who I don’t remember that much of but I do remember that his side hustle was making and exhibiting when he could and I always thought that was the coolest thing, the motivation involved in having a big hobby/secondary source of income like that.
I’m thankful that the two girls I spoke the most to kept telling me that I was cool and nice in comparison to certain teachers they were complaining about which gives me a gross happy feeling. I’m thankful to have accepted their compliments but understood that they were most likely exaggerating how awful and annoying the other teachers were and skipping over the parts that made them seem bad.
I’m thankful for the second thing I made with the swatch page from the first piece:
I’m thankful to revisit the word nope, which featured a lot in my art a few years ago. I’m thankful for the nope print I somehow sold to the dean of the faculty of art at the time and that he joked about putting it on his office door to stop people from bothering him. I’m thankful to remember coming up to see him once and that he had actually put it on there, which made me like him a bit despite the various things he’d said in the past that made me think he was a dick.
I’m thankful that during lunch break I drank a lot of water and talked with SR about the overly diplomatic leadership style of the higher ups at this school, which I have noticed there and at other places. I’m thankful for the third piece which I finished during lunch:
I’m thankful for Friday, which is my favourite day of the week. I’m thankful that it didn’t embarrass me when I left to go to the bathroom and when I came back SR was looking at the art I’d made. I’m thankful that she said something nice about it and we talked about side hustles (she makes great jewellry and wants to sell it).
I’m thankful that after lunch I packed and moved things while SR and KR had a meeting about her working there next academic year. I’m thankful that I put in my earphones and listened to Freakonomics and sweated instead of eavesdropping because I knew it would make me feel bad as KR ended up getting the position that we both applied for so it could have been me in that meeting, which made me feel all manner of bad. I’m thankful to regret not trying as hard as I could have when I applied for it as at the time I wasn’t sure I wanted it. I’m thankful that all experiences are learning experiences.
I’m thankful that after packing stuff for a while I went to look for more crates. I’m thankful that next to the room I was packing up was an arena type room for lectures and so on that supposedly had all the crates. I’m thankful that when I opened the door it was completely dark, with the only light coming through the small windows in the door. I’m thankful for the rows of collapsible seating that was set up with a set of stairs running up the centre of the seats. I’m thankful that after taking a look around and finding zero crates I ran up the stairs and sat in the dark and listened to my podcast for a while and felt sorry for myself. I’m thankful that no one else came in while I was doing this and I hypothetically could have hidden in there for the rest of the afternoon. I’m thankful that I didn’t do this and kept on packing and moving in the same room that KR and SR were having a meeting. I’m thankful to have felt myself get less and less bitter as I spent time around them because I didn’t want to feel foolish and a lot of the time I feel foolish for being bitter.
I’m thankful that a vague work associate tried to screw me over and I stood up for myself. I’m thankful that even if my sticking up for myself doesn’t work out I am proud of myself for not being a doormat. I’m thankful to not have that yuck feeling I get after I watch myself being taken advantage of. I’m thankful to have messaged SB about it because she has the same problems as a lot of us do with this person and I knew she would appreciate the small victory. I’m thankful for Friday and the upcoming weekend.