Notes: It was meant for Friday night but I wasn’t satisfied with my writing and I’m still not actually. But I had this idea of modern Ivar for a long time and it feels good to finally writing it! So I wanted to share my story coming straight out of my filthy mind. As always, it’s quite long because I don’t seem to be able to write something short. I’ll have to work on that! I hope you’ll enjoy it, heathens! Sorry if there’s any mistakes.
ready?” Ivar smirked at you.
nighttime, probably 2am. The two of you were hiding in a small-unlit street,
observing carefully the comings and goings of this gun shop. Being the youngest
son of the leader of an influent family gang, Ivar had to prove his worth. And
tonight, he received an important mission from his father; he had to steal the
money and the guns of that store and kill the owner. He was assumed to work
for Ragnar but some evidences were found and it turned out that the man was a
traitor, plotting against the whole gang. It was the first important mission that
was given to Ivar. When he called you, asking you to come with him, you didn’t
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.