there were a lot of smiles in this serious video

bubbitlife  asked:

YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE, I LOVE YOUR BLOG THANK YOU FOR EXIST 💕 Can you write something for me?I was thinking about the band making a new video(you can choose the song;) and they wanted a dancer in this one, the whole video focusing in the band and in one magnificent choreography and they found the ballerina by accident. How did they find the dancer? how would it be if 2D and the ballerina(with the passage of time,after weeks of rehearsing the choreography) start to fall in lov with each other?


The band had been getting the idea to do a new music video for their song: She’s my collar, but they didnt really know how to approach it. They decided to spend the day in the city, hoping to find some inspiration. Noodle was bouncing around, looking at all the stores and buying herself an ice cream cone, while the boys silently followed her. Suddenly, they all stopped when they heard one of their songs. Charger started to play out of some big boxes and a big dancing crew came up on the square they were standing on. The band were all wearing hoodies and sunglasses, so they didnt expect someone to recognize them, but hearing their new song out of the sudden, kind of made them on edge. They had to admit that the dancing was pretty good and they assumed it was a flash mob of some sorts. People were starting to film it, but once the group parted and a person was suddenly standing alone in the middle, everyone pretty much grabbed their phone. The movements of them were mesmerizing and Noodle said to the boys she thought they were a modern dancer. Murdoc suddenly grabbed 2D by the arm and looked him dead serious in the eye. 

‘I want you to dance with them in the new music video’ he said. 2D looked at them, dancing in the middle and he didnt disagree. They were amazing and the video would get a lot of views. He just nodded and Russel and Noodle agreed with it as well. 

As soon as the dance was over and the people of the flash mob went back to their original places, Murdoc went straight to them. They were sitting at a table at a cafe and were breathing heavily. A smile was on their face, but faded a bit when Murdoc grabbed a chair and sat in front of them. Noodle stood next to him and 2D and Russel grabbed chairs to sit next to them.

‘Excuse me,’ you said. ‘But can I help you with something?’

Murdoc took off his glasses and looked them in the eye. You recognized the green skin and black and salmon eye from the pictures from the band and gasped. 

‘No way’ you whispered, as you looked at the other band members.

‘Listen up love,’ Murdoc said. ‘We want you to be in our new music video. Arrange a choreography that you will dance with faceache over here. Want the job or not?’

Your jaw had dropped open and you looked at 2D who gave you a bright smile.

‘Fuck yes!’ you said.

‘Great,’ Noodle said as she gave you her phone. ‘Put your number in here and then I will text you how, what and when. I promise I won’t give your number to any of the boys.’

She winked at you and laughed when she saw you slightly turning red. The band got up and walked away, Noodle waving at you.

‘Wait!’ you suddenly said. ‘To what song?’

2D looked back and he had a cheeky grin on his face.

‘She’s my collar’ he said back and you leaned back in your chair as you saw them walking around the corner. 

‘Holy shit’ you whispered.

The first day you got to the studio, you were totally ready to dance. You knew the song in and out and knew every move. You jumped a little when Noodle was suddenly standing next to you, smiling brightly. 

‘Are you ready?’ she asked and you smiled like a little kid and nodded. The day went by smoothly. You showed them the dance and danced your part and the part of 2D. Murdoc was a bit complaining that he actually wanted to be in the video, but Noodle told him to: “Shut it.”

2D got a hang of it quickly and sometimes looked at you like you were the only two persons in the whole fucking world. It made you feel kind of nervous and almost tripped once due to this. 

When you were in three weeks of rehearsal, you started working on the lifts you had planned. It was weird a first, 2D suddenly touching you, but after a few hours of awkward laughter it go normal for 2D to touch your amazing body.

At some point he put his hand on your upper leg at one of the lifts and you felt the heat rising up to your head. He gave you a cheeky smile and put you down on the floor again.

‘Thought that would look cool,’ he said. ‘You know, it needs to look like you are my collar.’

The day of the shooting was here and Noodle was helping you with your outfit. She had bought this bright, yellow choker and put it around your neck as the big finish. You came out of your dressing room and saw everyone running around, someone for the camera and other people were adjusting the lights. But as soon as you walked on the set, your eyes were just focused on 2D. He was wearing this black, leather jacket and black pants. His hair was all messy and as soon as he saw you, his jaw dropped.

‘Damn love,’ he said as he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. ‘You look fucking gorgeous.’ You smiled and chuckled.

‘Looking not bad yourself Stu’ you said. 

Soon the music was starting and 2D and you performed the dance you had been working on for so long. But something had changed. Somehow you two were way more intimate then normal. The pants weren’t just from the song, but also from 2D, as one of his fingers stroke your yellow collar. You were yellow and he was blue. As soon as the music stopped, you felt his arm on your upper leg, almost touching your private area and you both could feel the shiver that was send down your spine. 

‘Take a 20 minute break everyone’ one of the directors yelled as he started to look at the footage he had. You smiled softly at 2D, and made your way back to your dressing room quickly. You closed the door and looked at yourself in the mirror.

‘Shit’ you whispered as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You jumped when 2D suddenly stormed in and closed the door behind him, locking it. His jacket came flying off as he grabbed you and put you up on your dressing table, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

‘Think you can tease me like that?’ he said as he ripped open your shirt. You grabbed his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss that was passionate beyond words. You started to take you clothes off, but once you wanted to take of you collar, 2D stopped you.

‘Not the collar’ he panted. You two ended up having seks on the couch, not really scared anyone would hear you. You bet everyone saw the sexual tension between you two, so you actually really didnt care. Once you were done, you went back outside again and you two needed to perform the dance again. The dance got more passionate and intimate every time you performed it and in the end you had over 15 takes. You looked at the footage and was amazed by the movements you two were making and smiled at 2D. 

‘So,’ he said, once everyone was cleaning up the studio. ‘How about we go on a proper date, I mean, if you want to.’

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

‘Would love to’ you said.

A few months later you were all dressed up nicely next to 2D and the other members of the band. The video had been nominated for a grammy for best music video and you were all pretty nervous. You held the hand of your boyfriend tight as you gave him a smile while they opened the envelope with the winning name in it.

‘The winner is’ the guy on the stage said as he paused for a moment.

‘Oh for fuck sake’ Murdoc whispered and you laughed softly, feeling just as nervous as the others.

Gorillaz with their song: She’s my collar!’ 

The band jumped up and 2D placed a loving kiss on your lips. You pushed him towards the stage and applaud like a the damn idiot you were.

Everyone had prepared a short speech and 2D was the last one to give his. He held the award in his left hand and looked for you in the crowd, which was pretty damn hard due to all the lights and cameras. 

‘I want to thank my loving partner for teaching me how to dance,’ he said as a big grin appeared on his face. ‘They are my everything. I love you Y/N’

You laughed as you felt some tears of joy coming up. You saw Murdoc rolling his eyes about the whole “I love you part” but even he smiled like an idiot. 

‘Love you too Stu’ you yelled as you saw how he threw his left hand in the air, showing the award to everyone.

But especially to you.


Originally posted by lochiels

I have quite a few of these to post still. It really is neverending.

Tags: @brightlycoloredteacups @wristic @cherrytrinkets @ivartheheathen@ceridwenofwales @underthenorthstar @ivartheboneme @ladyvampirelove


   By the time Aslaug had met Antoinette, it was the summer between Ivar’s freshman and sophomore years. She had been dropped off at home by a chauffeur after her vacation with her husband as he was off to deal with urgent business. She had noticed the two together in his bedroom, playing a game of chess together, the room full of their quips and laughter. “Who is that?” she had asked upon her return to the living room where her other children were watching some sports game. She never recalled Ivar mentioning any girl to her during their many phone calls and chats the past year.

 Sigurd had been the one to answer her. With a sneer on his otherwise handsome face, he simply stated, “she’s his girlfriend” and that was all.

 Ubbe was the one to fill in the blanks for her. “Her name is Antoinette,” Ubbe had said, stressing ‘name’ as he glanced over at his younger brother, “Ivar’s apparently been dating her for a while now.”

“He didn’t tell me,” Aslaug had almost whispered, “Are they serious?”

 Sigurd had scoffed then before leaving the room. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave the room she or Ivar were in after a few minutes, she knew he held a lot of hatred for them both. It was her fault and she knew that as well. “I suppose so,” Ubbe had answered with a small smile, “They’re sweet together.”

  They certainly were. She had watched them from the door as they played one of Ivar’s video games together. His arms wrapped around her as he taught her the controls to some violent video game he liked to play.

  Regardless of what they thought, Aslaug knew her children well. But she knew Ivar most of all. The look on his face as he kissed Antoinette told her all she needed to know about what her son thought of the girl he hadn’t yet mentioned to her. Her youngest son was most definitely in love. There was no doubt about it.

  She knocked her knuckles on the open door and Ivar looked at her. He didn’t bother removing his arms from around the girl. If anything, they simply got tighter. It was as though he thought she might do something to hurt the girl he loved. Sure, no girl would ever be good enough in her eyes for any of her 4 sons, she would still allow them the chance to prove themselves before she made a final judgment.

 “Who is this?” she asked, looking both of them over. The girl moved to stand up from the bed, but Ivar just wrapped her tightly in his arms and looked at her, shaking his head. “This is my girlfriend Antoinette,” he said, pride in his voice as he watched his mother’s expressions, “Antoinette, this is my mother.”

  It was only then that he let her move. The girl stood up and offered a hand for Aslaug to shake. “Hello,” she had said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

  Aslaug eyed the girl’s hand for a moment before reaching out and hugging her. “It’s nice to meet you as well.”

  She locked eyes with her son over the girl’s shoulder. She had never seen him look so happy. She could only hope it lasted, no matter what life threw at them.

 Hopefully Ragnar would like her as well. She would be good for their youngest son. Aslaug knew it without a doubt. His smile told her everything she needed to know about them. She would always cherish his rare smiles but if this girl made them more frequent, she wouldn’t be found complaining.

Venus x Mars

Requested by: @agirlpapaknows


“Hi Roman, so on behalf of Sky TV, I’d like to welcome you to London,” I said, trying my best to sound casual and unaffected by the 6"3 adonis towering over me.

His eyes crinkled as his lips turned into a smile.

“Why thank you,” he said and I wasn’t ready for that deep and sexy voice.

I’d watched videos to get acquainted with the man before doing this red carpet interview and I had to admit, he sounded so much better in person. Looked even better too.

“It’s great to be here,”

“Besides the weather of course,” I cast my eyes quickly over the grey skies.

He laughed and then hissed, “Mhhh yupp, I’m glad you said it. Coming from intense heat 365 days a year to this is…”


“Refreshing,” he opted. “But I do love London, so it’s all good,”

“So about this belt?” I said referring to the item slung over his shoulder.

“Ahh, this ol’ thing? It’s nothing,” he said with a nonchalant shrug and then winked at me.

Okay. Breathe.

“No, let me stop fucking around - shit - I’m not allowed to swear right? Is this live?”

“No, don’t worry, curse all you want. We’ll chop it out,”

“You got my back! Thanks!” he said and went to touch my arm gently.

I froze momentarily. Was he flirting with me?

He was flirting with me. That smile and playful glint in his eyes confirmed it. He was looking all kinds of sexy and dangerous and I sincerely hoped this wasn’t evident on camera otherwise myself and the video editor were going to have a tough time trying to make it look professional.

“On a serious note, this thing is an emblem for all my hard work and effort you know? A lot of people doubt that, with all the boos and shi- and stuff, but I know what I put into getting here and it’s paid off. But y'know, let’s not get sombre, it’s a great night, we are out here on a positive note,”

“Of course, and I gotta ask you about that, how does it feel - how do you feel being here tonight for this event?”

“Honoured, just the sheer fact of being invited alone is humbling you know. And I’m so grateful that someone considers my opinion and presence worthy. It’s good to know I’m contributing something positive, y'know?”


“You’re still here?” said familiar voice belonging to a person I didn’t expect to see.

“Oh, hi,” I gazed up at the man standing above me at my table, startling myself as I remembered how stunning he was.

He was that good looking. The kinda good looking that made you squint your eyes.

“Yeah I’m still here, work doesn’t stop until the event’s over,”

“This seat taken?”

“Uh nah, go on, my assistant’s somewhere taking selfies with every celebrity in the building,”

“Have you done your part?” he teased with a smile.

“Yeah, got a few, but back to work - gotta finish this report, it goes live tomorrow,”

“I mean it’s a shame you ain’t done til late, I’m about to leave and I could use a tour guide,”

“Right now?” I raised my brow at him.

A smile crept up on his face again, he brought a couple of fingers to his chin and stared at me for a few seconds.

“Yeah now,” he said calmly, his demeanour changed and you could feel it shift. “Y'know they say the night’s the best time to be alive,”

“Mr Reigns-”


“Roman,” I paused, chuckling a second. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me,”

He licked his lips and smouldered. He fucking smouldered at me. I gulped, probably audibly but I was so gone at this point.

“And if I said yes?”

Then I didn’t have an answer to that. I just went quiet, unable to handle the situation like a mature adult. I was crumbling under his intense dark gaze. Unwavering. It’s like he was scrutinising me, wanting me to crack and give in. I knew his type, I figured. He always got what he wanted by charming women. And you didn’t even know you were being charmed; it was hypnotic. I wasn’t going to give into him. No chance. No thanks. Just for my pride and satisfaction. But I was going to flirt like hell and then turn him down.

I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear and looked away, as if thinking about something. I opened my mouth to say something, then acted as if I thought not to.

“Go ahead, I won’t bite,”

“What if I like a little bite?” I whispered huskily and took a sip of my wine, slowly.

He was crumbling. I could see it in the way he was biting his bottom lip. I got satisfaction from watching a man lose control of the situation. Especially when he owned it. Or thought he did.

“Then that can be arranged,” he said so calmly, as if unaffected.

Now I didn’t know who was owning the game.

“So tell me what you want to do,”

“Y'know what I want,” he held my gaze before reaching in his pocket and pulled out a card. He slid it across the table and it landed next to my iPad. “When you’re done…I’m at the Mondrian, room 420.” And then he leant forward, his bergamot and cottony fresh aftershave invading my senses. “Umm and uh, they’re pretty strict about their dress code…so I expect to still see that little dress on,”

And then he stood up and went about his way like nothing had happened. I turned around to see if he was playing with me but he didn’t even look around. Fuck him. Asshole. I wasn’t going to jump at his behest. If anything, I’d give the card to one of his stans, I’m sure they’d be willing to spend the night. He was pretty, handsome, sexy and all that, but he wasn’t going to tell me what the fuck to do.


So there I was riding the elevator to his fucking floor, all sheds of dignity gone. I blamed my assistant. When she returned to the table and saw the card, I tried to explain that someone had forgotten it but she had a way of getting information out of me.

“And you’re saying no because?”

“Because I’m a self-respecting woman, I do not need to fuck anything that walks,”

“Yeah but that’s Roman Reigns,”


“Roman. Fucking. Reigns. He’s not ‘anything’. That kinda man walks into your life once in a blue moon and he’s designed to make you lose your self-respect and dignity. That’s just law. I’m surprised you didn’t strip for him, I was so close to popping my blouse open when he walked to us on the red carpet,”

“Why didn’t you?” I challenged her.

“Because I saw the way he was eyefucking you, he didn’t even notice me. Imma get you more drinks until you realise that you need his fucking dick inside you,”

“Seriously, shut the hell up,” I said lookig around nervously in case someone heard.

“Do it for me, please? You know I’d have fucked him if he even looked at me once. Do it for me and tell me everything…please?”

“Let’s get more drinks,” I shrugged.

Why the fuck not. Who was I kidding? I wanted this man from the instant my boss sent me photo cards of the celebrities I was going to interview.

And I wanted him especially in those jeans and that white tee. There was something about the casualness of it all, yet he looked fucking sexy, better than all the guys who’d made a real effort here. He wore fucking jeans and a white tee. I bet it’s because he just knows how cute he is. He wanted his face to do the talking.


The elevator doors parted open and I traipsed out, still alert, I was at no point tipsy or drunk, don’t get it twisted. The wine had just given me an extra boost of confidence that didn’t come natural to me.

I stood outside his room door, looking for his card I’d chucked in my bag in such a hurry. I’d had enough time to mull it over in the cab so I didn’t have to stand at his door and think twice. Whether it was or not was a different story. I was gonna get laid tonight. By a fucking Samoan adonis. That’d make a good story to tell in the morning.

I tapped the card against the reader and the door clicked open. The suite was huge, apartment style with doors leading to different room. It was quiet and dimly lit. No signs of the man around. Was he even here? I pursed my lips and called out to him, no answer. Perfect time to snoop, I thought, but then stopped midway at the mini bar and poured myself another glass of wine and followed the path to the bedroom.

“You made it,” his voice boomed. I could feeling him smiling proudly.

I jumped instantly, the wine going all over my dress.

He flicked on the light, brightening the room. I looked down at my dress, a red wet stain now marking the front. No point stressing anyway, it was coming off soon. I slowly turned around to face him.

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically, but I cousln’t maintain the mean charade because he was wrapped in a towel, water dripping from his chest and trailing down - pointing to his garden of delights. Fuck. It was all a sign.

“You’re welcome sweetie,” he kissed his teeth. “At least that’s one way to get a dress off a woman, noted,”

“You’re an asshole,”

“Yeah well, you’re here with me aren’t you?” he really was a fucking cocky asshole.

All that red carpet sweetness was a facade.

“So, you gon take that dress off or you gon play around and keep talking?”

“So blunt,”

“Yeah, I’m American,”

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” I said flirtatiously, tilting my head to the side.

He walked over slowly, both of us staring at each other, daring the other to blink or look away. When he got close, he didn’t spin me around to unzip my dress. He dug his fingers into my hair and pulled me into a kiss, biting my lips in the process. I was so entranced by it I didn’t feel him unzip my dress until I felt it drop to my ankles. He didn’t even let me
pull away to process it all, the next thing I felt coming off was my bra. I thought my panties were next when I felt his fingers caressing my thights, but he picked me up so easily and I gripped my legs around his waist, and he gently set me down on the bed.

“You’re so cute when you aren’t talking so much,”

“Fuck you,” I muttered.

“Patience, there goes that mouth again,”

“Do something about it,” I dared him.

He exhaled deeply, and I felt him grow against me. I’d done that to him? I smirked victoriously and gazed down between us, where his hard cock had tented his towel.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re quiet feisty, my perception of British women’s quite mistaken,”

“21st Century baby,” I smirked. “So uh, you gon…do something about my fiery mouth?”

“Mhhh,” he groaned and climbed off the bed. Then he grabbed me by my ankles and yanked me towards the edge of it and made me sit up. He stripped his towel off and his cock stood at command, so long and thick. I almost broke out of character by licking my lips and salivating at it. “That’ll shut you up real quick,”

Up for the challenge, I took him in my mouth and he hissed, grabbing my hair. I could feel him restraining, he wanted to fuck me in my mouth but he knew he’d orgasm too quick.

I hummed against him the instant I felt him
throb in my mouth. His breathing quickened, he grabbed my hair in a fist and pumped in my mouth. Right before he climaxed, he pulled out, and threw his head back trying to regain composure.

“Y'okay there honey?” I teased him.

I heard him chuckle softly as he rolled a rubber on. “Lie on your back,”


Okay so he wasn’t playing nor was he in the mood to. He grabbed me at the waist and forced me onto my back.

“Mhhh, strong,” I moaned, sucking my bottom lip in.

He peeled off my underwear and I wasn’t prepared for him; I thought he was gonna pull them off entirely before entering me. Caught off-guard, I squealed in pleasure, shuddering against him and scraping at his back. I knew he was big but damn, I felt so tight around him, so filled, to the point of discomfort. After a few careful strokes, I started adjusting to his size, my walls slowly stretching but still molded perfectly around him.

“You good?” he paused, noticing how tense I was.

I nodded, teeth clamped together, and hissing the more he pushed in, albeit gently.

“Mhhh, you softie,” I struggled to say, determined to still banter with him despite the intimate moment.

“I would give it you hard but you look like you’re struggling over there,” he teased back  with a laugh.

“I can handle it,”

“Oh you’re a big girl now?”

“Fuck yeah,”

“A'ight,” he said with a hint of doubt.

He was testing me; to prove my theory, he drew all the way out and slammed back into me. I gasped against his ear, I could take it. I was a big girl. He repeated the motions, each time I found new areas to kiss, bite and nibble on him, as he did with me.

We both moaned and groaned against each other, our pretenses and games aside; we were enjoying each other. He fucked me so hard I eventually found myself wedged between the headboard and him. It was like he was telling me to take it, take it right there with nowhere to go.

“You’re killing me,” I whispered to him. “So good,”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me harder,”

“Filthy mouth,” he said, grabbing my arms from around his neck and pinning them to my sides as he rammed into me. Our bodies melted together, sweaty and sticky.

“You like it filthy,”

“Mhh, damn…fuck I do,” he panted and paused, pulling out. “Turn over,”


“Fuck that shit,” he rolled his eyes and again, did it for me, manhandling me onto my stomach. “Imma make you say please in a minute,”

“I dare you,”

And I probably shouldn’t have said that. I was seeing stars within seconds, clutching onto the pillows for my life. I thought I was gonna pass out; he fucked me so good I had to bite my own skin to keep sane.

“Make me cum Roman,” I pleaded, whimpering desperately. That sweet itch terrorising me.

“Y'know what to do,” he said breathily, taking my arms and holding them behind my back.

I ignored him and slammed my face into the pillow. And when I thought I was winning, he started going slow, so slow that it hurt and I could feel my orgasm building up intensely. It was one word away but I wasn’t going to let him win. I’d come so far.

“Shit shit shit,” I shivered, my eyes shut tight as I savoured his shaft penetrating me slowly, massaging every inch of my wall.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck! Shit! Yes! Yes!” I continued, screaming louder, forgetting he had neighbours. “Right there,”

“Right here?” he tapped against my spot repeatedly.

I nodded, trying to wiggle my arms free so I could do something. I dunno what, but something, maybe grab a pillow, scratch at the leather headboad, pull at the sheets, scratch at him, pull his hair…something.

“Yes! Oh my - fuck Roman, I’m cumming-”

“Say please and I’ll let you,”

“Please,” I gave him, too weak to put up a fight. I needed it so bad.

And he let me.

It wasn’t dramatic. Or loud.

It was quiet; a gasp, shivers, twitches, mind and body numbing. I’d never had it so good. Speechless. I lost all strength that I couldn’t even reach out to touch him like I wanted to. Even worse, amidst all that, he tucked his head between my legs and massaged my clit with his tongue. After a few cries, and breathless whispers, I came again, twice. I think I passed out becaude the next moment when I opened my eyes, I was under his sheets.

“Hi,” he smiled at me.

I felt all the blood rushing towards my face as reality kicked in. I’d just fucked Roman Reigns. Well, I’d just been fucked by Roman Reigns to be precise. And it felt so fucking good.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

He laughed softly and twirled my hair around his finger.

“Soooo, that was…”



We paused then laughed at our new inside joke.

“I’m joking, that was…fuck, that was so good,”

“I know,” he joked with a shrug and a smug pout.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me.

“I don’t think I can walk for a while,” I said honestly, feeling sore in my nether region.

“You fucked my shit up too; so tight you were strangling my dude man,”

“It’s been a while,”

“I’m not complaining,”

“Nether am I,” I turned to face him.

He took me in his arms, we cuddled in a comfortable silence. I can’t remember how or when but we fell asleep and I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I could hear the shower faucet running and I knew I had to make a run for it. He was either:

A. Not gonna like what he saw in the morning

B. Hint for me to leave

C. Act cold until I felt too uncomfortable and eventually left at my own accord

So to spare myself the strand of dignity I had left, I quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it over my wine stained dress, tying it stylishly and threw on my heels. As I searched for a pen and notepad, I spotted one on the bedside; where he’d left a written note.

I was gonna ask you to join me in the shower but it’d have been so cruel to wake you up. Join me for breakfast?


He didn’t want me to go, at least that was good. But I was a 100% sober now, traces of wine gone, I knew I had to leave anyway. I wrote him a note.

I’m glad you didn’t wake me, I’m not a morning person. Sorry, can’t do breakfast. Need to go tell my girls about last night. Dinner? Actually…y'don’t even know my name do you? When you figure it out; call me? 07924916382. 

                                                   Xx Stranger.

Winchester Luck pt.1

requested: no
fandom: supernatural x marvel
pairing: sam x reader, dean, brother!cas x reader, bestfriend!bucky x reader, bestfriend!steve x reader, sam wilson, uncle!tony x reader, nat, etc.
summary: you had been stood up by your date and just as it seemed like your day could only get worse, the winchester brothers were at the right place right time
word count: 1.5k
note: this will probably be so difficult to add all these characters in here but i’ll try and this is somewhat a mixture of your point of view and third person’s so bare with me :)

Originally posted by bitchandjerk

You forgot how long you had been sitting in that empty booth. You were actually supposed to meet someone almost an hour ago but you were getting your hopes up a little too high, thinking that he was probably just stuck in traffic or something, but then again he would’ve told you. You were quietly sipping on your soda, gaze flitting towards the door every time someone entered and you let out a sigh when it once again wasn’t him.

On the other end of the diner, Sam and Dean had occupied a booth and were munching on their food. Sam had noticed you sitting there all by yourself and he wondered if something happened or if you usually came here alone. Dean’d been bugging him to go over and talk to you but Sam wasn’t so sure about it. The brothers had only been here for twenty minutes tops and Sam, of course, had no idea that you’d been here for a good hour. So obviously he was thinking that the person you were supposed to meet would still show up. Although deep down he was wishing that no one showed up, as mean as it sounded, but if no one came in the next ten to twenty minutes, he decided he’d go talk to you.

Time went by slower than ever for you and you kept looking at your phone in hopes of having received a text message or a missed phone call from your date, but there was nothing. You called the waitress over and ordered another soda, deciding to just stay here since you had nothing better to do but still called your best friend if he’d come pick you up later. He picked up after the third ring, somewhat out of breath and you chuckled.

“You okay?” You asked and he stilled, trying to catch his breath as you waited for him to answer.

“Yeah, just got home from a run with Steve. What’s up? Is your date over already?” He asked. You let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Yeah, no. He stood me up.” You told him and you could hear his scoff at the other end of the line.

“Of course he did. What a douche!” Bucky cursed and you chuckled, “And now? You’re there by yourself or what?”

“Uh, yeah. I just wanted to ask if you’d come pick me up later, since Cas is at work.”

“Yeah sure, how late is later?” He asked you and you removed your phone for a second to check the time, “Um, let’s say thirty minutes to an hour?”

“Yeah sounds great, you wanna hang out then? Catch up on that TV show of yours, maybe?” He asked and you smiled, gladly accepting his offer before the two of you said your goodbyes and you put your phone back on the table and took a sip from your drink. The only honest reason why you wanted to stay so long was because you’d caught Sam looking at you every so often and were hoping he’d have the balls to talk to you, because you certainly didn’t.

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Matt Imagine for anon

/Can you do an imagine where Johnson is your protective older brother and Matt asks you out but first asks jack/

She was everything I needed. The way she smiles, the way the wind moves her hair, the way her eyes light up every time she sees something that she likes. Everything about her has he enchanted. But there’s a little problem. She is Johnson’s little sister.

“Be careful, Y/N” Jack yelled as Y/N opened the door to leave. “No boys, remember”

“It’s a girls day” Y/N chuckled rolling her eyes.

“I know but just be careful” Jack smiled as she closed the door.

“Why do you protect her so much?” I asked. “Don’t get me wrong, I just wanna know why”

“Since Dad died, she doesn’t have that father figure. Someone to protect her, to make sure she is fine, you know?” Jack replied staring at one point. “I sometimes feel like it’s my job”

“I think she appreciates it” I smiled to him. “She is lucky she has you”

“Thanks, bro” Jack smiled as he got up to turn the tv on.

“Jack, can I ask you something?” I was preparing myself for this. I need Jack’s approval before I asked Y/N out on a date.

“Spit it” Jack replied sitting down next to me.

“Before I start, promise me you won’t interrupt me” I knew Jack. He always does that.

“Promise” He replied a little more concerned. He knew it was important now.

“I’ve had a crush on Y/N since long ago, but I’ve never said it to anyone because I thought it was wrong because she was your sister. I wanted to ask you first because I want to make sure you are okay with this. Before you say anything, I want you to know that all my intentions are good and that I’ll do anything and everything to make sure she is happy and comfortable. I would never be disrespectful to her, she deserves more than that” I stopped to analyze the look on Johnson’s face, but his expression was blank. “So, what do you say?”

Jack just stared at me for a couple of seconds, making me more anxious than before.

“Matt, you have to understand that she is my sister. I cannot let her go with every guy that crosses her path” Johnson answered breaking the silence.

“I know. I should have never consider it” I replied looking away. “Just forget what I said”

“However, I know you. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her and that you would make my job a lot easier” He chuckled taking me by surprise. “I know I’m always putting her in this bubble to protect her, but I know that one day I have to let her out, and I know I wouldn’t regret it if it was with someone like you”

“So? Are you okay with it, man?” I was beyond surprised. I was never expecting this. I was thinking about some shoutings and punches but this is different.

“Yeah, I guess so” He punched my arm slightly. “But always remember, you hurt her and I’ll make sure you never see the sunlight again”

“Got it, bro” I chuckled as I patted him in the back. “I don’t even know if she is going to say yes, tho”

“Are you kidding me?” Jack gasped. “She is always talking about you, it’s disgusting”

“Are you serious?” Y/N was always really shy around me. She would look at me just if it was necessary.

“Yeah, that’s a major reason why I accepted you” Jack replied looking at the tv. “If she founds out that I said no to you, she would probably kill me in my sleep”

“Thanks for telling me that” I smiled. “It makes everything a lot easier”

“Now we play video games until Y/N comes and you go all Romeo on her” Jack replied pretending to be disgusted.


Johnson and I were too focused to realize that Y/N had arrived and was currently standing behind us until she screamed causing both of has to jump and scream.

“HA! I scared you” Y/N smirked as she sat down between us.

“What the f is wrong with you?” Jack asked grabbing his chest as if that would help his heartbeat slow down. “You almost killed us”

“Sorry not sorry” She replied smirking and I just laughing causing her to look at me.

“So… I’m gonna go and get something from my room” Jack said standing up and giving me signs with his eyes. “I’ll be right back”

This was the moment that I needed. I had to ask Y/N right now. It’s now or never.

“So, how did you day went?” I asked starting a conversation.

“It was okay, a little bit boring tho” She laid her back at the couch.

“Well, it’s a good thing the day isn’t over, right?” I asked moving closer to her.

“What do you mean?” She whispered do to our proximity.

“Y/N Johnson, would you go on a date with me?” I whispered back as she just stares at me with her eyes filled with surprise.

“Yes” She replied softly. “I would love, too”

I moved closer to her but not kissing her because I didn’t know if she was okay with it. But that’s when she moved closer, causing our lips to touch so I took that as a yes and I completely kissed her lips.

“STOP!” Jack yelled from the stairs. “I allowed you to ask her on a date not to kiss her”

I just laughed as Y/N giggled hiding her face between my neck.

“Please, just not in front of me”


So here it is! I hope you like it :) I’m sorry if it’s really shitty!