Warnings: all the cute ass fluff, hedges into smut world
A/N: The suggestion from @salvachester was as follows: ohhhhh!!!! Hmm let’s see… Dean (or the reader, your choice) eats the last piece of pie and the other one gets all pouty and faux offended, totally melting the other :D
Well this is what I did with it. Hope you like it! It took a turn I didn’t mean for it to, but I’m rather satisfied with the results. :D Happy FLUFF DAY!
A/N: This was requested by @jonnyarcher! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
After the lovely dinner Pride had made for the two of you, and after many glasses of wine, Pride helped you into his car. He would have let you stay with him, but he wasn’t sure if that was what you would want. He wanted you to be comfortable when you woke up. The only reason Pride was staying at your place tonight, was to make sure that if you needed him, he would be there.
Once Pride got you into your apartment, he walked you over to your bed. He helped you out of your clothes and into a loose shirt. It was what you always slept in. “Ah’ll bring ya some aspirin okay [Y/N],” Pride asked in a low voice.
You held on to Pride’s wrist and pulled him closer. “Oh I don’t need any of that,” you spoke, your words slurring slightly. “We have other things to do Dwayne.” Your hands slid up Dwayne’s sides slowly. As they came back down, your fingers curled around the waistband of his pants. You could feel the sharp inhale Pride had taken when the tips of your fingers slid under the fabric. Your nails grazed his skin ever so slightly as you did so.
So real life has been kicking my ass real hard, and I might need to take a long hiatus in a few short weeks. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, but I wanted to wait until I had 1k followers; it seems that I won’t reach 1k before I go on a hiatus, however, so here we are!
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This is not the first time Chanyeol calls Kai dark, and he is not the only one. And I am sure this is not the last time. You can blame Chanyeol because he is stupid. Remember when they are saying Kai used the (n) word, but it means Me, myself and I in Korea. I remembered people were freaking out about it. It doesn’t make sense if you guys unfollow each other. Chanyeol is just jealous of Kaisoo. That is why kyungsoo ignores him
I can tell that I’m already late just by the music
coming out from the house. My stupid heels are more of a burden than a plus to
make me look pretty. Once I get to the door I ring the doorbell a few times
before being welcomed by Shannon himself. A wide smile takes over his face, his
arms opening to hold me for a few seconds.
“Sorry for the delay, work was crazy today” I
apologize, pulling away from him to look him in the eyes.
“It’s okay” Shannon says, leaving a kiss on my
The place is already full, everyone wanting to
celebrate Shannon’s birthday. I look around, scared to see those eyes that I
haven’t seen in months, the ones that didn’t even dare to look at me during
that wedding day. Luckily, he’s still not here, neither is Annie.
I walk around for a while, Shannon busy talking to
his guests. I get to see Tomo and Vicky having a few drinks outside, sharing a
few comments, and laughing about them. They are my best option tonight, so I
walk to sit by their side. It seems like I haven’t seen any of my friends in
ages, and Vicky must feel the same, since she jumps to hug me the second her
eyes lay on me. We spend the next hour catching up, Vicky and Tomo telling me
all about their new apartment, and then I get interrogated by my trip with
“Where did you go?” Vicky asks me, handing me a
“Mainly Tokyo, but we visited a few of the small
villages too” I say, before taking a good drink from my beer.
“And after that? I feel like I haven’t seen you in
And they have indeed not seen me in a while. My
mission to avoid Jared and everything that reminded me of him was going pretty
well, until now obviously. His arrival was burning on my skin, my heart not
prepared for the moment in which he’ll walk through those doors, ring in hand,
my best friend by his side.
The beers and wine keep coming our way, and it
doesn’t take me much to start laughing hysterically, telling funny stories
about Shannon, and feeling like my head is in another planet. I even forget for
a second about Jared, but only for a second.
Shannon walks out to the backyard, giving me a full
smile when he notices how happy I look. I walk towards him, being held by his
arms the second I’m next to him. He looks so happy, and I hate that I feel so
scared to see Jared when his brother is so happy about this party.
“You’ve been drinking” He mutters in my ear.
“A bit” I laugh, “Do you still have that bottle of
whisky we bought the other day?”
“Maybe”, he mutters again, “Haven’t you drink
Shannon laughs at my drunkenness, and ends up
taking my hand to walk me inside. He gets two drinks done for us, his eyes not
looking away from mine. I laugh, choking on my drink, starting to couch without
being able to stop laughing.
“You’re crazy” Shannon laughs, taking me by the
hips to pull me closer to him.
I leave my drink aside, fully knowing what he’s up
to, but we stop. I can hear my name being shouted and I can feel my heart drop
to the floor.
We turn to the entrance, noticing Annie running to
get in front of me. Four months since I last saw her, or spoke to her. Four
months. Shannon lets go of me, and Annie takes his place squeezing my body.
“Oh, my God!” She shouts, “I’ve missed you so
Then why haven’t you called me? Too busy fucking
the love of my life?
“I know, me too!” I laugh, squeezing her too.
“I have so much to tell you! I can’t believe it’s
been so long since we last saw each other!”
And it should have continued like that. But I see
Jared entering the room, and my heart definitely skips a bit. Annie’s still
holding me, giving her back to him, and even though Shannon gave a step back, I
can feel the tension filling his body too.
Jared walks towards us, giving his brother a hug,
while Annie just can’t stop saying all the things she needs to tell me in more
depth later on. The brothers share a few words, and I can’t wait for the moment
I can just walk away from this.
“The honeymoon was so great!” She keeps talking, “I
bought so many presents, we need to get together one day and I’ll bring them
“That’s great, Annie” I mutter, taking the drink
back to my lips.
“We bought Constance this beautiful necklace, she
cannot stop wearing it. I’m so happy, you know how insecure I am about her”
“I know” I say, taking another sip.
“But I think she’s starting to like me a bit more
now, she has even invited me to lunch a couple of times”
The brothers disappear from our side, and I give
one last worried face to Shannon. Annie keeps talking, and I know I should be
really interested in her conversation, since we haven’t talked in so long. But,
my head’s in another place, and I’m too drunk to deal with all this.
And we sit, and she keeps talking, and I keep
giving her the same short answers, and Annie doesn’t even notice how
uninterested I look.
Worst best friend ever.
And the hour passes and she’s still talking, and
I’m still drinking, and I can see her smile, she’s happy, so fucking happy. And
I’m sad, so fucking sad. And all I want to do is cry, because I hate to see her
so happy, but I also hate myself for feeling like that. And I know that I’m
about to cry, because my chest starts heaving out, my vision turning even more
blurry. And I don’t even excuse myself, I just run away from there, taking two
steps at a time at the stairs, locking myself in the bathroom the second I’m
A couple of minutes pass before I can hear someone
knocking on the door, calling my name.
“I just want to be alone” I mutter.
“Well, I don’t want you to be alone. Open
the door, we can be alone together”
I get up from the tub, yes, the tub, to open the
door. Shannon is waiting for me outside, a bottle of water on his hand. I let
him in, and we both sit inside the tub, this isn’t our first time.
“She just couldn’t stop talking about him, I had to
run” I mutter, after taking a good sip from the bottle, “It’s been four months,
I should be ready for this”
“Yes, you should. But you’d loved him for years,
you have the right to feel like you’re feeling now”
I can feel the tears coming back to my eyes, start
rolling on my cheeks.
“Hey” Shannon says, cupping my cheek with one hand,
drying the tears that got to escape.
Don’t do it, my heart says, but my mind has a
In just a second I get to Shannon, in just a second
I press my lips against his. I’m desperate, my lips show this, and I know they
are trembling. I just want Jared out of my system, I want him out of my mind…
Just like I wanted him out the night of the wedding.
This time I stop in time, getting up from the tub,
checking my face on the mirror, trying to fix my make up as much as possible.
“Where are you going?” Shannon asks me, getting up
from the tub too.
“Back to the party” I almost whisper, Shannon
standing by my side, his hand taking mine, “Please, don’t…”
He nods, taking his hand away, but with a smile on
“There’s still a lot of alcohol downstairs”
“Enough for tonight” I say, finally feeling a smile
invade my lips.
We head downstairs, nobody noticing my washed face,
and Shannon’s protectiveness over me. I get to see Jared the second we enter
the backyard. He’s not with Annie, she’s just boring Vicki with her endless
talking. Ok, I got to stop that. But, seriously, she just keeps talking.
Shannon gives me a look, kind of asking me if we go
there. And we do.
The day of the wedding, Jared didn’t look at me
once. I wanted to dance with him and, in the middle of the song, tell them how
happy I was seeing him so happy with his life, with his choices. Because he
chose a girl who couldn’t hate her best friend just for being happy about her
life, someone who was bright, smiling even in her darkest days.
But he didn’t look at me, and I couldn’t ask him to
grant me one dance, just one song. Because I ruined everything between us. Love
Shannon gets me a bottle of water, intercepting
Annie when he notices her walking toward me.
“She’s not feeling very well” I hear him say, “Long
day, and too much alcohol, not a good combination”
Annie nods, probably feeling terrible for taking
too much talking about her and not taking a bit of time to ask about me. Or at
least that’s what I’d like to think.
The guys take over the conversation, and I just
stand there, feeling out of place. It sort of feels like before, when Jared and
Annie were not engaged yet. Everyone looks the same too. Well, that’s what I
believe till I see Jared face.
We lived together for a while, and we’ve been
friends longer than I would like to admit. I knew that face, I knew what those
bags under his eyes meant. And, out of the sudden, everything became clear.
Annie had always been a good talker, but not to this extreme. She was avoiding
people talking to her, by talking to them. She didn’t want people asking them
question, so she gave them answers before anyone could question her intentions.
A smile appears when I notice part of what’s going
on, and that parts feels happy. And I know I should stop feeling happy over sad
things, but I just can’t help it.
My whole perspective of the night changes when I
finally notice what’s going on. I can see that Jared’s smiles don’t reach his
eyes, that Annie tends to avoid his eyes, but tries to stay as close as
possible so no one suspects that something is going on.
But I know, because I know them too fucking much. I
want to stand in the middle of the circle, interrupt their conversation with a
hysterical laugh and shout how stupid they are for doing something that lasted
only four months. But I have no other proof than my knowledge of my two best
My mind is full of theories over what could’ve happened when I hear my
name. I come back to earth, noticing the freaky smile on my face. I must look
“Are you alright?”
Everyone’s looking at me, and Jared knows that I know. Because I see it
in his eyes, and I just want to run to him and punch him in the face. Because
he decided to “spend the rest of his life” with someone for less than four
months, and we could’ve have lasted for eternity.
“Is okay if I sleep here?” I ask Shannon, leaving the crazy smile aside.
The worried expressions change to surprise and playfulness. Annie starts
asking all the wrong questions, and I just ignore her. Shannon nods to my
answer, and I just leave them all behind.
I’m Annie’s best friend, or was. Best friends notice when the other is
head over heels for someone, even when you’re head over heels yourself. The
thought creeps my mind as I walk toward Shannon’s bedroom. I noticed when both
of them started falling for each other, and Shannon noticed when I fell for
Jared. Jared was too blind to noticed my feelings, but she was always really
good at reading me.
What if she knew?
I take all my clothes off, standing in the middle of Shannon’s bedroom
just in my underwear.
What if Annie knew what I felt for Jared and just decided to go ahead?
I know it would have been selfish of me to just demand her to stop
having those feelings. But before he was her friend, he was mine, and that gave
me some kind of right over him, right? Well, Jared is not a possession, but… I
guess you get my point.
It’s still dark by the time I open my eyes. Shannon is by my side, still
dressed, but too drunk to even cover himself with a blanket. I get up from bed,
taking the first thing I can find to put it over him.
I feel dizzy, still a bit drunk. I’m already in the middle of the
corridor when my mind decides to confirm that I’m walking to the kitchen to
grab a glass of water.
The whole place is a mess. I’m sure the party finished not so long ago,
and the house still smells like a mix of alcohol, sweat and people.
The light in the living room is still on, and as I walk there I notice
the bearded figure laying on the couch. As always, I just stand there,
awkwardly staring at Jared. His eyes are closed, but he’s not sleeping, I know
that, although he hasn’t feel my presence yet.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch me?” Ok, I was wrong.
I’m well aware of my attire, and something inside me cringes when I see
him open his eyes and stare at me as if this was the first time his eyes really
laid on me.
“What are you doing here?”
“Shannon’s my brother, it isn’t too weird if I ask if I can stay
at his place” He laughs, straighten his torso to finally sit on the couch,
“What are you doing here?”
“Too drunk to drive” I shrug, and a new round of laugh comes out of his
How could I spend four months without that laugh?
Jared pants the space beside him, asking me to sit there. And I do it
“So, you noticed?”
“I noticed something, I’m not exactly sure what I noticed”
I’m not facing him, but he’s sitting with his left side leaning on the
couch. I don’t want to face him, but his hand goes straight to my hair, taking
a small lock of it just to play.
“Isn’t it weird that you know me better than Shannon?”
“We lived together, you know me too”
“Not as much as to notice some things that were going on here” Jared
mutters, leaving the lock aside to knock my head.
“Yeah, well, let’s not talk about that”
His hand slips over my jaw in order to grab my chin and turn my head to
him. The bags under his eyes are even worse than I could see earlier, and the
beard that decorates his face is not a fashion statement.
“What happened?” I ask him, and he know pretty well that I mean.
“Things changed, we both changed” Jared sighs, his hand leaving my chin,
“She became something else. She was demanding things I couldn’t give her, she
needed me with her all the time, and I just couldn’t do it”
“You needed your space?”
“No” He almost shouts, “I needed you”
I can feel the gasp coming out of my chest and I just can’t stop its
coming. I want to shout, I want to jump over him and kiss him like is the end
of the world. I want to do so many things. But I just stay there, petrified.
“I saw you that night, and I know what happened with Shannon” His voice
starting to tremble, his eyes looking a bit soggy, “I knew something was wrong
from the moment we talked at the beach, and seeing you two leave together… I
knew I had fucked it up”
Jared waits for a few seconds, maybe thinking that I have something to
say, but I don’t. What could I possibly say?
“There was this moment, a month ago, when I just couldn’t hold it any
longer. She was yelling at me, all her sweetness gone, she wanted me present,
to stop walking around every corner like part of me was gone. And I asked her,
I cried when I asked why she couldn’t be more like you. How could two best
friends be such opposites?”
“Shut up” I whisper, deciding to let all my bitterness out, “Shut the
fuck up, Jared”
He obeys, and I stand from the couch, starting to pace around.
“It’s too late” I start mumbling, “You can’t do this”
“I know it’s late, but the marriage is already broken” Jared stands from
the couch, coming closer to me, grabbing me by the arms, “You can hate my
timing as much as I hate it, but please, just look at me for one second”
His hands clasp my arms strongly, sending shivers all over my body. His
eyes are bright, and a few tears are shed by the two of us when we realized
what’s going on.
“You’re my best friend” I mutter, shrugging a bit.
“Best friends can be lovers”
And that’s all it takes for us to just press our bodies together, his
lips looking for mine with a desperation we had never experienced. His hands
are all over me as mine can’t stop playing with his hair. Not a minute passes
before loud moans escape the friction of our mouths, and not two minutes pass
before I’m laying on the couch, Jared’s shirt already gone.
I need him as much as he needs me, and my heart couldn’t be happier.
I can’t even notice when all the clothes is gone and we are skin to
skin, his crotch already tempting mine. But Jared decides to wait for a while,
teasing me with kisses, and his hands playfully spreading my wetness on him.
“Just do it, please” I start begging, a smile taking over his lips as he
hears my words.
Another kiss erases the smile, and I can finally feel him making his way
inside me. A loud moan comes out of my lips as he starts thrusting against my
body. His eyes are finally on me, after all this time wanting to be under his
gaze, and he’s finally looking at me. I want to cry, scream, laugh. Emotions
invade me, and I can feel the first tears coming out, a joyful smile on my
lips, as I bite the lower one to help me contain all that I’m feeling.
The thrusts start fasting, and the desperation mixes with anger and
happiness, all at the same time. And I can feel Jared loving me and almost
blaming me for making him feel like this.
And I know him so much, that even though this is our first time, I know
when he’s close. And I’m close too. And all I want is scream how much I love
His mouth devoured mine once more as his thrust turn frenetic. I want
him, he wants me.
The two screams that come out of our lips hold more emotion than any
other scream I could have made during climax. Jared falls over me, his head on
the curve of my neck. We are both gasping, feeling each other’s chests hitting
against the other.
And that’s the moment my head decides to make me laugh, and cry at the
same time. And I can feel his smile on my neck, his teeth biting my neck as he
growls against my skin.
“Again” I ask, “And again, and again, and again”
Jared laughs, facing me again, his lips giving a little peck to mine.
“I have a better idea”
He comes out of me, standing from the couch to start picking his
“Go find yours, quickly!”
I nod, standing from the couch, still a bit dizzy from the climax. And I
run upstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, only to discover Shannon
snoring on his bed. I take all my things, leaving a quick kiss on Shannon’s
cheek, starting to run downstairs.
When I get to Jared, he doesn’t say a word, and doesn’t let me ask
either. He just grabs my arm and pulls me to him, biting and kissing my lips
with the biggest demonstration of passion I’ve experienced.
“What are we doing?” I ask him when he finally lets me go.
“I don’t even know, I just want to be with you” He
laughs, hurrying me to get dressed.
I do it as fast as I can. We can see the sunrise
through the window, and Jared kisses me over there once we are ready. We both
stared for a few seconds when we finish, his eyes falling to his hands, and I
see something that makes me skip another bit. Jared slowly takes the ring from
his finger, playing with it for a few seconds, only to let it fall between us.
“Let’s go” He says.
Jared grabs my hand, pulling me out of the house to
get inside his car. Out of nothing, we both start laughing again, and as I look
at him I can feel myself inside a dream, but I know this is true, and my heart
starts to feel warm again.
Imagine: You are Patricia and Otis’ adoptive daughter, and when the farm is taken over by walkers you are devastated by the news that Patricia (your mom) is dead too and you want to go back to the farm and Daryl stops you. Can you make it romantic? Like have Daryl be in love with you.
This story takes place in the last episode of season 2 of The Walking Dead.
You didn’t know who was alive. Everyone separated and you could only hope they were all okay. Millions of questions crossed you mind, they terrorized you and forced you to stop the vehicle you were driving and cry.
What happened to mom?
Am I the only one left?
What if they didn’t make it?
Did Randall cause all that to happen?
If he did, what if he is holding everyone hostage?
Did Daryl, Glenn, Rick, and Shane ever make it back?
Should I go back to the farm?
All your thoughts and sobs were blinding your ability to think straight. The panic of thinking you were completely alone was making you lightheaded, but the next second you managed to get a grip on yourself and a thought came to your mind. Rick was always going on about the highway they lost that little girl in, they were always going back there, maybe if I go and wait there a few minutes I’ll find them.
You started your engine and headed toward the only place you were hoping they were at, that little amount of hope did not stop the tears from overflowing out of your eyes.
The drive took a lot longer than you had expected, mostly because you were avoiding hitting cars that were just abandoned on the side of the road. The spot you were looking for in the highway was coming close and your heart skipped beat when you saw the all too familiar cars parked together in that same spot.
You pulled your car over and ran out of it, Maggie and Beth giving you the warmest hug, a hug much needed. You three were always like sisters, Maggie the oldest, you, and Beth. You smiled and looked around noticing that you were probably the last one to arrive, but the face you were looking for was nowhere in sight, and the looks everyone was giving you weren’t helping.
“Where’s my mom?” You asked, you could feel your bottom lip quivering. You turned to look over at Herschel who was serious and avoiding eye contact with you “Uncle?”
“I’m so sorry honey, she, she didn’t make it.” Maggie broke into tears the minute you let out a loud sob.
“Oh my God! No please no! No! Please not this! Mom!” The pain in your chest only grew by the second. Beth held your hand and Maggie hugged you, your tears and sobs muffled by her chest.
“She’s got a fever.” Maggie placed on of her hands on your forehead.
“Is she bitten?” Carol asked, everyone with the knowledge that having a fever is one of the signs that you have been infected was left to assume such conclusion.
Whatever they said after that didn’t really matter because your vision began to blur and you found yourself hitting the concrete.
You woke up to the sound of everyone arguing. They all seem to be fighting over something with Rick. Actually it looked more like a one-sided argument, because Rick just seemed to be yelling at all of them.
You stood up Daryl being the only one who noticed walked up to you.
“You all right?” He asked, his blue eyes burning through your soul. You had only been caught under their fire once or twice.
“I’m fine. I just need my car keys.” You said reaching for you shoes and placing the on your bear feet.
“For what?” He questioned taking a hold of your arm, realizing he had laid his hands in you after you flinched from the pain of his grasp.
“I’m going to go get my mom.” You said avoiding his eyes.
“Beth said they saw her go down.”
“You don’t understand! If the walkers got her then I can’t just let them finish eating her flesh and leaving her to the bone as if she was a decomposing body. How many people do I have to lose before you guys understand that I am completely alone? I can’t let her become a walker. I just don’t think I can live with the guilt of leaving her there like that. That’s why I have to go back to the farm.” The tears once again beat you before you could even fight them.
“I ain’t gonna let ya go.” The tone of his voice, his thick accent reminding you that not so long ago you were crushing on this man. This man who only worried about his group, this man who had only spoken to you once when he was shot by Andrea and you had to feed him, and only to tell you that he can do all the shit by himself and that he didn’t need a little girl babysitting him.
“Surely to you it doesn’t matter if I go or stay.” You said quietly like a child taking back to their parents silently but he caught every word you said.
“Well what are you gon’ tell Hershel? Maggie? Or Beth? Were you planning on saying anything at all?” He caught you, your plan was only to tell Rick and just walk off, after all no one had a right to stop you.
“What about my mom? She is probably turned by now.” You looked around but noticed everyone was engrossed in the argument to even notice you and Daryl were having an argument of your own.
“You’re right. She probably is turned. So if you go back there you must be prepared to have the memory of your mom trying to eat you be the last thing you remember about her. Cause don’t be stupid to think that she will remember who you were and that she’ll run up to you and hug you. No, the only reason why she will even go near you will be because you look appetizing enough to be dinner.” His word were harsher than your reality, you really didn’t think of it like that, all you thought was that you will see her and just shoot.
“Then what do I do? Do I just sit here and think that some other asshole will do it? What no one ever puts her out of her misery?” You asked. You looked into Daryl’s eyes and saw them softening.
“Her blood won’t be on your hands.” He spoke softly, not like him at all. “You can fight to stay alive because that’s what she wanted for you, and in case it gets too hard, I got your back.”
There on the side of the camp fire, where no one could see you, where no one could hear you, where no one saw Daryl pulling you in for a hug, where everyone was too busy arguing with each other to notice the sweet kiss you an Daryl shared.
-I’m better than your ex-
It was hot, and no not because the club was filled with sweaty body’s grinding on each other or because somewhere in this damn club there was a dick head smoking, it was because you were sitting at a bar, watching your friend pull some guy as you continued to sit at the bar not moving an inch-incase he saw you… This was meant to be a night that you would remember and a night to help you forget him. This was such a waist of time.
Ever since she walked in this club she hadn’t moved at all, since the moment she sat that nice ass down next to me and from the moment her eyes stared at the scene in front of her. Her eyes stared at the lap dance this brunette guy was getting from a slut who was trying to grind it like she was hot.
“Boyfriend?” At the sound of my voice I saw her body jerk up from the corner of my eyes, her chest bouncing in that low cut f/c mid-drift crop top. She looked towards me her lips slightly parted as I could smell a minty, honey sent. I was addicted already.
“Ex,” she corrected me turning her fine body to the counter. “Can I get twelve shots of your strongest alcohol,” she ordered. Heh what a cute girl.
Eleven shots later you could tell she wasn’t a chick who normally got drunk, she got waisted on the first two.
“First night of break up?”
You had no idea who was talking to you. To be honest you weren’t a strong drinker in actual fact this was the second time you had ever drank but boy did you feel good.
“No actually…. it’s my,” you were trying to stop yourself from talking, who was he to know your whole life story but everything was just falling from your mouth without your head processing it. To stop yourself from doing anything stupid you grabbed your last shot of.. Whatever it was and held it to your lips. You took one last glance at the man who was making your heart bleed, the man who you dated for ten months and who brought two girls home when he thought you had left to see your family.
“Want help?” Just as the liquid was about to pour through those coloured thick lips she paused at the question, her eyes widened at what I had just said.
“Do you want me to help you make him regret it,” this was the first time she had actually turned her full attention to me, her eyes became curious but lacked the bright spark that was covered with the slur of her many drinks.
“I don’t even know you,” I had to bite down on my lips to stop my self from laughing, “Sorry, even if you were famous I wouldn’t be able to recognise you, the first time I drank I couldn’t even recognise my own parents,”
“Yet you know the face of your ex boyfriend so well,” it seemed I had hit the spot because her lips perused into a thin line and she became quiet.
“What do you get out of this?” Her question was so innocent that it made me realise, she didn’t know hot she was or how my pants were growing tighter by the second.
“Dancing with a hot girl, what else,” silence was all she had to reply with, her legs were pressed together more firmly then before and she had taken a tighter grip of the drink in her hand “Here,” with a quick swipe I had stolen the drink from her hand and pulled it to my lips, I quickly closed the distance between us smashing my lips on to hers, without hesitation she pulled me in closer tilting her head to the side as I let the alcohol I had just drank flow around her tongue and run down her throat. Fuck! I slowly pulled away tugging on her bottom lip as her eyes were closed unable to see the way I was staring at her lips, loving the way she was gasping for air.
“Let’s show him why he should have never chose to dance with her over you,” without hearing her response I grabbed her hand and led her into the field of people, we stopped a few people away from her ex and I saw her body tense.
Requested by @engimatic: hiii i wanted to ask if you could do an imagine using 4,30,32 and 34 with liam dunbar ?? x
Sentences: 4. Wait a minute. Are you jealous?, 30. I wish I could hate you, 32. You fainted … straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes., 34. Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?
You’ve never had a boyfriend in your life, ever. It’s hard to say that when your in your freshman year. You didn’t want to date in middle school only because middle school relationships didn’t last and were kind of stupid.
The second semester has rolled in and you were ready. You have been training all Christmas break and the first semester to try out for the lacrosse team. Your father used to play for Beacon Hills and taught you how go play.
You’re best friends, Scott and Stiles, always saw you as their little sister. You knew about the supernatural and everything that has been happening the last few years. You only hoped this year would be a normal year.
You were the only girl in the girls locker room changing. You were wearing a white, Adidas shirt with black Nike shorts as well had shoes. You were using your fathers lacrosse stick. He was number 06, and that was your lucky number ask well.
You walk outside with complete confidence to show the boys you weren’t afraid. You heard whistling ahead of you from the field. You look up to the boy who possibly whistled. He looked new the the school. You were walking towards him since he was near the goalie. You wanted to get some practice in before try-outs.
“You new here, pretty boy?” you asked.
“It’s Liam, not pretty boy, and yes, I am new here. How could you tell?” he asked with a smirk.
“I’ve never seen you face in my entire life. When you live in Beacon Hills, you know everyone, pretty boy,” you say.
“What’s your name?” he smiles.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” you hear someone call your name? It was Stiles.
“What loser?” you tease.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you were trying out, huh?” he asked.
He lightly punches your shoulder. “Yes, I am! You saw me training at my house! I’m ready,” you say crossing your arms.
He starts walking backwards and says, “Okay, okay! Don’t hurt yourself though,” he smiles and runs to Scott.
You then back to Liam who had a scowl on his face. “Who was that?” he asks angrily.
You let out a little chuckle. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“Of course not! We just met!” he states. “Practice with me.”
“Okay Mr. Bossy,” you tease once more. You started to realize you were kind of flirting with the new boy.
You both took turns passing the ball to each other, hitting the ball into the goalie, and passing while running with the ball. He gave you a few pointers which was really nice of him. You started feeling light headed. “I’m going to get a drink..” you said slowly while walking to your stuff until you blacked out.
You open your eyes you see Liam holding you in his arms. “What happened?” you ask touching your forehead.
“You fainted … straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Liam joked. You chuckle and stand up.
“Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?” he joked again once more.
“Don’t get used to it, Liam,” you say as you grab your stick from the ground.
“You know you love me, (Y/N),” he said walking backwards back to the goalie. He then runs straight to the goalie to get his stuff for try outs.
“I wish I could hate you,” you muttered to yourself and run at Liam’s direction.
Wow! I’m a big fan of witch!Cas, that’s no secret, but this story was truly wonderful and enchanting! Aside from fluffy, it was cleverly funny, and of course the amazing friends-to-lovers trope was the cherry on top!
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Thank you so much for sharing your story with me, and congratulations on being the winner of the promo contest!
easy to be friends with a witch.
learned this the uncomfortable way when he entered Castiel’s home for the first
time, totally oblivious and naive, and immediately got cuddled fiercely by the
coat rack while the portrait of some bearded Shakespeare dude on the opposite
wall watched with a gleeful expression and warned Dean at the same time in an amused
voice to keep away from the refrigerator, since it tended to eat people wholly
and only ever return the shoes of its victims.
however, didn’t appear to be impressed by any of this and reassured Dean that
Shakespeare was fond of lying simply out of boredom, and that the refrigerator
only occasionally liked to nibble at people, not eat them.
took it with a dumbfounded face and asked for some coffee, hoping against all
odds that the coffeemaker wouldn’t like to chat or grope him as well.
last since that stupid machine told Dean just two minutes later that he was a
“pretty boy”, and tried to smack his ass with its cord.)
recalls quite vividly how overwhelmed he had felt back then. Granted, he heard
about witches and their crazy powers, but before that, he didn’t encounter quite
that many. Only the nice lady with the herb shop around the corner who offered
everyone her stale cookies, and a family from the edge of town that liked to
stay by themselves.
Castiel moved into the house across the street with his talking furniture, his
ugly car, his cat familiar named Douglas and – most importantly – with the
bluest eyes in existence.