turn up the radio this is my favorite song

OTP !!
  • Person A and B are in a car. B is driving, and the radio is playing softly. They're probably sitting in peaceful silence, or having small talk.Then, the song changes to A's favorite song!
  • Person A: *screams at the top of their lungs*
  • Person B: *swerves car a bit* WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT IS IT!
  • Person A: I love this song!! *turns up volume and starts singing*
  • Person B: ... WE COULD HAVE DIED!!!!
stenbrough oneshot ; first kiss

the school was fairly quiet, & most children had left by now. bill, himself, was stuck in a book, & failed to notice how late it truly had gotten. he glances at his watch, and then, sighing, he closed the book. he figured he should be home soon, the orange tint of the room being a dead giveaway the sun had begun to set.

he stands, slowly now, bending over to get his book bag. when he stands up, boney hands are latched around bill’s shoulders so quickly that brunette almost falls over, only steadying himself by gripping a nearby desk.

it was stan, & the only reason he knows it’s stan is because he knows those palms, those hands.

those damn hands.

the same ones that held his own as they raced through the barrens, laughing and carrying on as always. occasionally running down his back, soothing him when they sat down, his touch calming and soft, making the hairs on the back of bill’s neck stand at attention.

stan’s hands… stan in general, was almost like a safe place for bill. he came to the boy with everything, & soon felt they were best friends.

the best of friends, that was all they were.

right?

bill shakes the thought from his mind, and turns now, a grin on his face when he sees stan’s eyes, which seem to shine in the awkward light that is thrown in the classroom through the half-closed blinds.

“h-hey,” bill stumbles, feeling his face flush a soft red, almost pink color. stan’s hands fall from the other boy’s shoulders, & bill does a double take as they do.

stan’s fingers were painted, a soft baby blue color covering the nail of his long fingers, & bill’s chest swells.

“you like them?” stan scratches the back of his neck softly, resting against yet another empty desk.

bill nods, already feeling the words struggle to leave his throat. “th-they’re, r-r-really nice.” he smiles, & stan’s expression lightens.

in that moment, in that small classroom, bill’s heart about to burst through his chest looking at stan’s hands, & back at his face… he realizes.

he realizes that he wants more than to just be stan’s friend.

“c-ca-can i walk y-you home?” bill offers, slinging his bag onto his shoulders. stan’s curly hair shimmers in the light, & he nods slowly, beginning to walk to the door.

the air outside is crisp, the fall leaves crunching under their feet as they walk. stan began to ramble on about something that had happened in his seventh period class, & bill listened to every word intently.

“i r-real-really like your n-n-nails, stan,” bill brings them up after a small lull in conversation, the two soon rounding the corner to stan’s house. “w-why’d y-ou-”

“i just liked it, i guess,” he smiles, the blue shining softly in the light, both boys fixated on the color.

the walk ends so much sooner than either boy would like, standing at the brown front door eventually, much to the distaste of both.

“you can stay… if you want.” stan offers, hand on the doorknob, twisting it open. bill brings his eyebrows together, a confused expression coming to his face. “…for dinner?” he laughs, walking into the house.

“o-oh,” bill smiles nervously, biting down on his bottom lip softly. “s-sure, sounds g-gr-great.”

stanley had always admired bill, the way he handled things with grace. the way he sometimes went long periods without talking, just listening to stanley ramble about whatever he would like.

the two slowly begin up the stairs, bill a single step behind his friend.

the curly-haired boy pushes open the door, walking quickly to his radio, & turning it on, the soft hum of music providing a sense of comfort to the two.

“i-i like this s-so-song.” he laughs softly, collapsing into the bed of which sat in the corner.

“ella fitzgerald,” he begins to hum along, sitting next to his friend. “she’s my favorite.”

there’s something different about that moment, then, & maybe it’s the way stan’s lips are slightly parted, or the way the light shadows across his face, maybe the song that is playing…

but bill does something that he had never seriously considered doing, his hands fumbling nervously in his lap.

he leans in slowly, his face beginning to feel hot, worried that he may have misread things. what if stan doesn’t feel the same, what if he’s disgusted by this, what if-

doubt shuts out of his mind the minute he feels those lips on his.

it’s quick, almost over as quickly as it begins, as the two pull away. stan’s own ears burn, looking at the other boy, the other boy in his room.

the curly haired boy is the first to smile, his painted finger nails moving to rest on bill’s face, before connecting their lips again.
this time, it feels better. it feels right, & bill slowly relaxes now.

“w-w-woah,” bill’s voice is timid, leaning into the other boy’s touch slightly. stanley can’t even speak, happiness coursing through his veins like a shot of alcohol did to a person, adreneline pumping.

“you should come over for dinner more often.” stan smiles, pecking bill’s cheek.

Concuss and In Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight injury (mild concussion), Language (I dropped the f-bomb a few times, sorry I swear like a sailor), So fluffy it will rot your teeth out

Word count: 2088

A/N: So, this was written spur of the moment today. No outline, no plan, I just picked up my phone in the car and started typing. This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing or as most of you know her by Kari’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7. The prompt was “Stop filming me, moron!”. I added a word to it to make it flow in the story hope that’s ok. I am not a nurse or doctor, but I did do research on concussions and at home treatments so if any of this is wrong I apologize. Sorry if this is complete shit like I said it was written in like a few hours. No beta so all mistakes are mine. And I always forget to add this but none of the GIF’s or pics are mine except for the text and social media posts and supply basket edit. Those were created by me. 

Summary: You are enjoying a nice relaxing morning in your home, when your husband Jensen comes home early scaring the crap out of you. This fright, however, may have been a little more dangerous than Jensen thought.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

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The New Girl

Originally posted by barryirisallens

Request: (by @marvel-dc-trash) Hiya! Just wondering if you could do me a Barry Allen imagine where I’m a new forensic scientist brought into the CCPD and I’m an adorable nerd as well and we say stuff at the same time and Joe ships it!

Warnings: none really

Word count: 1360

Authors notes: So sorry that this took super long my schedule has been hectic recently. Sorry for the very awkward ending I couldn’t make one that I liked. Anyways I hope you like it! Also ask box is open!

Additions: THIS IS FROM MY OLD BLOG FROM A WHILE AGO

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anonymous asked:

Richie as a soft motherfucker part 2™ So he's driving eddie home from a totally-not-a-date and Elvis Presley's "can't help falling in love with you" comes on and eddie is like wow this is one of my favorite songs so richie pulls over, turns the radio up, and walks over to eddies side of the car and eddie is like wtf are you doing and richie is like "dance with me" and Eddie is like "what the fuck rich right here??" And richie is like "yes, right here, right now, with me" OKAY BYE

more Soft Richie headcanons,, thank u ,

hhHH HhHhh this is so cute!!!! the music is the perfect volume for them to hear and eddie’s got his head on richie’s shoulder as they slow dance, right there in the middle of the quiet, abandoned road. it’s sweet and it’s perfect and richie hums along to the song. by the end, they’ve got their hands on each other’s hips and they’re kissing right against the car. it’s perfectly quiet and there’s nothing but stars above them for miles and miles. they hold hands on the ride back home, richie’s thumb running over eddie’s fingers the whole way. 

Colors (pt. 2)

A/N: Someone requested a part 2 and honestly I really wanted to make one so, here it is…. different song tho, and its going to be set differently (few years after the incident and so probably when they’re like 24-25) Also, we’re gonna pretend Richie didn’t leave Derry so ye just vibe with me here. NOTE: IF YOU HAVEN’T READ COLORS PT 1, ITS LINKED SOMEWHERE EDITING JANE PLEASE LINK IT:

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Pairing: Richie x reader

Warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts, language, angst bitch

Song: Home Sweet Home by Mötley Crüe (liiiiisten I’ve got a plan for this)

You know I’m a dreamer
But my heart’s of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn’t come home
low

It was years since Richie had talked y/n out of leaving, not Derry, but the world in general. They ended up having a relationship, a strong one in fact, and it lasted for years, until y/n got called away for a job offer. It was her dream job, becoming a writer for People’s magazine in New York City. The Big Apple. She had always wondered what it was like, all the city lights and constant movement. It was nothing like Derry and she really wanted to go, and Richie let her. He knew it was right for y/n, and if you love someone you have to let them go. And it was right for his y/n.

So she left, promising to visit him and her family over the holidays, promising to stay loyal, and of course, she did. She visited every Christmas and for her and Eddie’s birthday, sometimes even over the summer. The sweet girl even called Richie a few times a month to see how he was doing. Sent him birthday gifts, even sent him her biggest stories that made it big in the magazine!

But little did she know, Richie had grown lonely, missing her for so long, he hid away. Never came out, he slept with a few girls to try and get over her as her phones calls came less and less. Eventually, Richie told her he had “found” someone else, and her hear of gold broke. She remembered what he told her, how he’d never stop loving her, and yet here they were. She decided if he could find someone else, she could too. She found a lovely boy, one treated her almost as great as Richie, and she began visiting less and less. Visited her fiancé’s home for Christmas and barely stayed 2 days in Derry for her and her twin’s birthday. Soon it was years since she had seen Richie.

Then, she got a ring from Eddie, telling her their mother died, and that he wanted her to stay a few weeks with then down in Derry. So she went, leaving her fiancé at home in NY brcause he couldn’t get that longnout of work. Her wedding was in a few months, and she had hoped to go into it feeling happy. She faked it. It felt as if she’s been faking it since the day Richie last called.

She arrived home to find Eddie and his wife awaiting her company. Eddie, her twin brother who was always the same and happy, seemed off. Of course be was smiling, happy to see his sister, but something else was wrong. They all talked along the way home, and once there Eddie’s wife went to bed. As late as it was, Y/n didn’t feel tired at all, feeling all the memories of this place washing back over her. It seemed Eddie felt the same as they made small talk.

Just when things went right
It doesn’t mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you’ll never feel
Left all al
one

Soon he asked the dreaded question she felt she should have know, “Have you heard from Richie at all? Did you hear what he did when he heard you were engaged?” Y/n didn’t even know he knew about that, but I guess since he was Eddie’s best friend, Eddie would tell him anything still. “No why? Is he okay?” She felt apprehensive, as if something were wrong. “He sort of… went off when he found out. Started smoking again, ate a lot less than I’ve ever seen him. Last time I saw him he was down ten pounds. I really think you need to go see him.”


Richie knew- no felt that y/n was in town. He dreaded the phone call he might get, or worse, the visit. Eddie was worried for him, he knows Richie still loves her. Always will, and yet here he is sulking in cigarettes and wishing to be dead. It seems the tables have turned, and honestly he couldn’t care less. As long as y/n was happy, thats all that mattered. Ring ring, there it is. Thats probably y/n calling now to ask what the hell was wrong with him, why he isn’t out visiting with her or some shit. He lets it ring a few more times, then picks it up.

“Tozier residents,” he says glumly, and to his surprise, it isn’t y/n. Its Eddie. “You better clean the fuck up because y/n is heading over and is furious. So clean up and please eat something.” Eddie hangs up with that and Richie sits there dumbfounded. Well here comes the visit, he thinks to himself, he sits up, his head pounding. The blood rushes to his head as he stands and turns on the radio, Home Sweet Home is on. Not his favorite song- it was y/n’s, she would always sing it, so he lets it play as he goes to take a shower. “Just take this song and you’ll never feel left all alone.” The radio sings, he snorts, I’m feeling left all alone anyway, no thanks to you, he thinks. 

Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I’m comin’ off t
his

All too soon she was at his front door, and seeing her stand there for the first time in years brought him back to their teenage years. Months after the incident, she started staying over a few nights of the week during the winter, and this reminded him of these times. She would always sing the same lyrics of the old song, “Take me to your heart, feel me in your bones, just one more night…” She was singing them now as she heard the melody in the background of his apartment. He thought about how she had taken him into her heart and he broke it because he wanted to end everything. He felt her in his bones every day, every night, every single damn hour he was alive and he hated it. He hated how much he missed her, he wished he could just forget about how she loved him, how he loved her. But we all knew that was impossible, what took place many years before. He saved her life because she saved his, and that’s why he couldn’t let her go. He’d never be able to, and seeing her right in front of him right now is triggering those feelings again. 

He looks at her, he takes her in. She hasn’t changed front the last time he saw her, and yet there were so many different things about her. Y/n stood taller, more confident, and it made her look stronger, not that she wasn’t before. But it did something to Richie… He saw how much she didn’t need him now, it hurt him. Not physically, this is different than stubbing your toe. It hurt his soul. It broke him. He thought maybe if he could see her and see how bad she felt about all of this too, maybe he feel as bad. But it hurt knowing she could go on without him and live a happy life after everything that’s happened. It made him feel worthless. 

What he didn’t know though, was that she was dying just like him inside. Seeing him in so much pain and how unhealthy he’s gotten because of her. She did this to him. His body had gotten so frail, she was worried if she touched him he would snap in half. She stayed back, wondering what she could have done differently. She’s realizing now if she had stayed home, he wouldn’t be this bad. He could have been happy, they could have been, and honestly, she could have been. Who was she kidding, she wasn’t happy with her fiance. She wasn’t happy away from her brother, she wasn’t happy away from Richie. Yeah sure, she has her dream job and she got to live in the one place she always wanted to live since she was child, but it was all nothing without Richie. She wanted him there, she wanted to be where ever he was, she just wanted him. Y/n felt as if she were breaking inside. She just wanted to reach out and hug him. 

You know that I’ve seen
Too many romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin’ off
The silver screen

Richie let her in without a word, noticing the ring on her hand, rationally he knew she was engaged but it didn’t sink in until now. She was going to be getting married in a few months, live happily ever after with whoever her fiance was, probably have some children, the works. He’s seen enough movies to understand how her life is playing out: perfectly. And without him. He almost fainted from the thought- or was it the lack of food he’s consumed in the last week. When was the last time he ate? Wednesday night. It’s now Monday night the next week. The only thing he’s done has been smoke three packs of cigarettes and listen to the radio on the back porch looking at his old Christmas lights he never took down. He remembers when he put them up, it was the first Christmas y/n didn’t make it home, but he wasn’t informed this until Eddie came to visit and noticed that he had the lights up. Everyone knew he only put them up for her, and when he commented, “Hell I thought you’d keep them down this year since she isn’t going to make it in.” That night Richie just stared at the lights and listened for the sound of Christmas music on the radio. Everything was different from that day on, he just saw the world as he saw it the day she wanted to leave. He genuinely did know what it felt like to not want to exist. 

He has the same feeling right now. 

Y/n thought about how many nights she’s spent in this apartment, and since he  hasn’t changed the furniture, it felt like a time capsule. All the first times and last times and in betweens were all just sitting in that room as heavy as the plane she rode in on. All the romantic nights and goofy moments mixing with the last days of her being there, mixing with the last time she ever saw him. It made the air thick, no wonder he seemed to not have moved on. Everything was exactly the same, and it held emotions. It held everything that they were, it held a part of her soul. It’s all coming back- resurfacing. All her feelings were resurfacing and she knew she was still in love with Richie Tozier. She didn’t want to be engaged to some ECO in New York with a little apartment above a tiny cafe she spent most of her writing time in. She wanted to live in Derry, right in this apartment with the guy she actually loved, she wanted this life. She wanted a life with him, a future with him. She realizes what a mistake going to New York was truly for the first time. 

“Richie…” Y/n’s voice weakens with every second she speaks, “I shouldn’t have left you.” Richie looks up from his cigarette, surprised, “Well I was expecting you to say something, but definitely not that. Though I can’t say I’m not pleased with that.” Everything felt like some cliche movie, and it probably was. The two did love each other, they needed each other once before, it’s the same again. The two are dying once again, and here they are. Fate?

My heart’s like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing keeps me together
At the seams

I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight

For some reason, in the background, Home Sweet Home was still playing, it had started over. They listened in silence, hearing the radio practically sing their life at them, “My heart’s like an open book, for the whole world to read, sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams.” Both of their hearts were really open books, but rather than the whole world reading them, it’s each other. 

In a split second, the two are hugging, tighter and tighter, trying to make up for all the time they’ve wasted being apart. Y/n sings quietly into Richie’s ear, making him smile, “…I’m on my way home…  Home sweet home…”

steve comforts you - imagine

requested by @girlsandgangsofficial - thank u for being so patient!
warnings: (implications about sex but nothing more than fluff here)

Nothing would’ve prepared you for what probably had been the shittiest day of your life. Was it even possible for so many things to go wrong in a single day? You expected that day to be relatively the same to any other day - it was just an ordinary Tuesday. You expected to wake up early, have your cup of coffee and get to school at a decent time. You’d sit through every shitty class and suffer through detention for occasionally skipping a few. Then you’d get driven home by Steve before he goes off to work his shift of the DX that day. Granted, some days were better than others. And there were times when Steve didn’t have a shift and would take you home, where you both knew no actual homework would be done. But on that awful Tuesday morning, as soon as your eyes flew open, you knew that this day would be particularly dreadful.

That morning, you quietly stirred awake with an overwhelming feeling of comfort - as if you’d finally managed to sleep enough, as if you finally figured out what it meant to feel well-rested on a weekday. But this feeling was then swallowed by the drop of your heart at the utter realization that the reason why you had felt so well rested was because you had woken up an hour late. Needless to say, it lit a fire up under your ass.

In what seemed like only a minute, you were fully dressed, hair and teeth brushed. The only things you hadn’t done was pour yourself some coffee, find your keys and put on your jacket. So off to the kitchen you went, knowing full well how terrible you’d function without it. Of course, in a matter of seconds, you managed to spill some of the hot coffee on yourself before rushing out the door.

Everything was fine. You put your key into the door and turned to lock it, only for the key to get stuck. You pulled your key as hard as you could, tugging this way and that - that is, until the key broke off so that half was still inside the lock. Realizing this, you hit the door with a heavy fist. “Fuck!”

It was very simple to say that the brown stain of coffee on your favorite white blouse had begun to string along the events that would make up what you would consider to be the unluckiest day of your life. You’d gone to school only to have a fight with your best friend, fail a test, be falsely accused of cheating, and to sit through about an hour of detention. To make matters worse, you had to walk yourself from school in the cold, pouring rain of the late afternoon since Steve never showed. To your dismay again, a mustang crept along behind you as you walked - of course, until it sped up over a massive puddle to splash you with the murky street water. You immediately flipped the bird at the car speeding away while zipping your jacket up, afraid anything might be visible through your wet, white shirt.

You felt like crying. Well, not because you were sad, but because you were teeming with an explosive anger you couldn’t express otherwise. Almost everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong. And it all just kept happening.

You couldn’t get home without your keys. You were pretty sure that your best friend didn’t want to see your face. But you knew that Steve probably had his shift at the DX, so that’s where you were headed. When you got there, you got a weird look from Soda, who you could see was calling over Steve.

“What in the hell are you doing walkin’ in the pouring rain like this? You’re gonna get yourself sick, doll.”

“I broke my fucking key off in the door.” you said through clenched teeth, your shoulders shaking and hair sticking to your face clearly bottling in the anger so as not to detonate on Steve.

“You what?” You could tell that he was trying extremely hard to stifile his laughter. “Well c’mon, don’t just stand there, Y/N. Soda could you get ‘er a towel?”  

Soda tossed you a partially greased up towel before heading into the rain to fill a car rolling up to get gas. It wasn’t perfect, but it was dry and and it was warm. You wrapped it around your shoulders, heaving some sort of sigh of relief. Then Steve stood behind you, wrapping his own arms around your waist. 

“Well shoot, Y/N, you’re real frozen,” he commented. “How ‘bout a way I know to get you warm quick?” Of course, he was talking about sex. Great timing he had.

“Not now, okay?” you responded, wriggling out from his relatively strong grip.

“Why not? It’s been a ghost town at the DX the past few hours, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about.”

“Just get it through your thick skull - I’m really not in the mood.”

“Alright, but what crawled up your ass an’ died?”

You didn’t answer.  But Steve took it as an invitation to drag you to sit inside the car he was working on just previously. Though bitter about the day behind you, you leaned against Steve, his arm around you, pulling you closer. “Today’s been the worst day of my life, Steve.”

“C’mon, Y/N, talk to me.” 

“I just don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna do anything. Just let me sit here and feel god-awful.”

“Well, I don’t want you sittin’ here feelin’ awful. I know, I shoulda waited for you and gave you a ride.” He said, rubbing your shoulder, and then pressing his lips at the top of your head. 

“And risk gettin’ fired? I’m not paper, Stevie, I’ll live.”

“Look, at least you’re sittin’ here feelin’ awful next to me, right?”

“Right.”

“So, what happened?”

Both of you watched the rain beat down on the mix of concrete and gravel when he began twirling a strand of your damp hair around his finger. He’d always liked to play around with your hair. You sighed before you began to speak.

“I’m pretty sure that y/f/n hates my guts and that I flunked some stupid test. Then I got detention for something I didn’t even do. I got coffee all over my shirt, if you couldn’t tell - probably washed away with all that disgusting water splashed at me an-”

“Splashed at you by who?”

“A mustang. Socs, Steve, I dunno.” 

“What color was it? Was it blue? Cause if it was I’ll gladly jum-”

“Would you just drop it? It doesn’t matter no more.”

“Alright, alright,” he finally relented, although knowing that inside that head of his, he was continuing to ask questions. “But c’mon, don’t look so sour.”

“If I could stop looking sour, I would,” you said quietly, turning on the radio. “My Girl” by The Temptations was playing, which made you light up a little bit. “And I think I might be able to.”

You looked up at Steve, and he looked back at you. He knew that this song had been your favorite for a few weeks now and he knew you loved just dancing around to it - something you knew that Stevie never liked to do.

“Y/N, I love you an’ all, but no.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Steve. Soda’s seen you dance plenty of times,” you answered. "C’mon, what makes the difference with one more time?”

“Apparently nothin’. This is the last time, y’hear?” Steve let up, eyeing you seriously. But you knew he didn’t mean it. You knew that it wasn’t the last time and that he secretly liked dancing with you, no matter how much he ever complained.

“Sure it is.”

Before getting out the car to find that the rain had been letting up, you turned up the radio’s sound real loud, surprised that it worked so well. And with your hands at his shoulders, his at your waist, you swayed with Steve, singing along together.

You then brought your head to rest on his chest and your arms around his torso, laughing together at his poor lack of rhythm. You couldn’t help but let the grin spread across your lips. God, he was such an idiot sometimes. But you loved the boy dearly, nonetheless.

Maybe it wasn’t such an awful day after all.

Love Me Now

Originally posted by this-mess-that-i-am

word count: 1.5K

pairing: Evan Hansen x Reader

warnings: None I think?

A/N:  This is the first part to a mini series that I’m going to write. It takes place about two years after high school ends so Evan and the reader are about 20-21 ish?  I’m not sure how many parts there will be, but I’ll make sure to put them all together soon! I hope you guys enjoy it! If you have any comments, questions or requests, you can leave them in my ask box :)



Life was perfect, and I couldn’t be any happier than I was now.

The horror that was high school was over and we no longer had to return to that dreadful place daily. I lived with the love of my life,Evan Hansen, my boyfriend of three years. We both went to university and had part time jobs that let us live comfortably in our apartment.

Today was one of the rare days we both had completely nothing to do.

No studying, no homework, no work, nothing.

Despite wanting to sleep in on such a rare opportunity, I woke up at the time I always do and stayed awake. Evan was the lucky one between us two, still asleep. His face was relaxed with a small quirk of the corner of his pale pink lips. I could see the faint freckles that were lightly dotted on his nose and cheeks. His sandy curly hair sticking up in some places, in a cute and messy way. Tentatively, I reached a hand out and began running my fingers through it.

Evan wasn’t as asleep as I thought he was. He began humming softly and slowly opened his eyes. I smiled softly at him, still running my fingers through his hair.

“Good morning,” Evan murmured roughly, his voice riddled with sleep.

“Good morning,” I hummed quietly, moving my hand from his hair. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my cheek against his chest, hearing the soft beating of his heart.

“It’s early,” he mumbled.

“I know, but I couldn’t sleep,” I replied softly.

“Coffee?”

“Coffee.”

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moodboards-and-profiles-etc  asked:

Do you know who Brennen Taylor is? Or Joey Kidney or Gabe Erwin or Gabriel Conte? If you know any of them (or all surprise me) can I have a cute imagine where we're besties and have a really cute couply moment? I'm Allie with green eyes and brown hair btw. Thanks 😊

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“Wake up!”

You open your eyes to find your best friend Brennen staring at you.

“Can I help you?” You laugh, sitting up. “Who let you in here?” 

“Gabe.” He says hopping off your bed. Gabe is your roommate and he and the boys don’t really get the whole privacy thing sometimes. He looks over at you, excited. “Can we please do something fun today?!? I got the jeep fixed so I’m not car-less anymore.” 

You run a hand through your hair. “Where do you want to go?”

“I think I’m going to surprise you,” he says, checking his hair in the mirror. “Be ready in 5 minutes.

“5 minutes! Why do you guys always give me 5 minutes!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him. 

“Fine 10,” He smirks and leaves your room, probably making a mess in the kitchen. 

You put on a striped t-shirt, high waisted jean shorts and white converse and throw your hair in a bun. You do natural makeup quickly then head out to the car. You look at your watch. “Only took 9 minutes” You smirk finding Brennen and Gabe doing the dishes in the kitchen. “Are you cleaning? What the hell?” 

“Hey! I clean!” Gabe laughs. “Have fun you guys. I wish I could come!” You wave goodbye to Gabe and soon you and Brennen are on the road. After getting pancakes for breakfast at the diner, you head north.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going now?” You ask, feet pressed against the dash. 

“Nope,” Brennen says, turning up the radio. 

You sigh and look out the window. Your favorite song comes on and Brennen looks over at you. You roll the windows down and scream it loud as you pull onto the highway. By the end, you are cracking up. You keep laughing and he smiles looking over at you. You notice.

“What?” You touch your face. “What’s wrong?” you smile and look over at him. “Do I have stuff on my face?”

“No,” he says quietly. “Forget it,” he finally says after about a minute of silence. 

You raise your eyebrow “Okay then,” You say and smirk. 

Brennen pulls up to the Redwood forest, one of your favorite places. “Are you serious!?!” You jump out of the car. “I LOVE YOU” you run up and throw your arms around him. 

He sighs and hugs you back. “You just seemed really stressed lately, so I thought a day off in the trees would help,” he says. You walk around for a while and you are in your own world, exploring the trees and soaking up the speckled sunshine. He walks behind you, watching. 

“Can I tell you something?” he says as you bend around a little brook. 

“Sure,” You say leaning on a damp hand rail, the smell of the dirt encapsulating and enchanting you. 

He leans on the rail next to you, then out of nowhere, his lips are pressed to yours, warm and right. You slip your hands into his hair and can’t believe this is happening. 

“I had no idea,” You say when you finally pull away.

He smirks and walks on ahead of you. 

“Hey!” you laugh and chase after him. 

Drinking buddy- Minseok fluff

A/N happy min day! This went differently than I had envisioned it, but I hope you all like it!


“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” I cursed as I attempted for the third time to start my car.

I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, cursing under my breath.
This had been the worst week I had probably ever had in my life. I found out that my boyfriend had been cheating on me for months, so I threw him out. My boss had been riding my ass, so when I asked for one personal day to get my emotions in order, she said no, and threatened my job.

My coworkers had been insufferable, refusing to help me when the fax machine broke or when the coffee machine wasn’t working. They were rude and to be honest, if I didn’t need this job I would’ve told them all to go to hell by now.

I tried one more time, one last attempt to start this piece of crap car. I turned the key over, listening as the engine sputtered and spun before finally coming to life.

“Finally!” I exclaimed before pulling out onto the road.

My excitement didn’t get me very far though, about two miles to be exact. I was on the way home when a major accident caused a huge traffic jam.

I groaned under my breath as I sat in stand still traffic, listening to other drivers bitch and honk at each other every two minutes. It didn’t look like I was going anywhere anytime soon.

I put the car in park, throwing my head back against the head rest and closing my eyes. A long drawn out groan escaped my lips as I turned my radio up in the car.

My favorite song had just come on so I turned it up and I began bopping my head along to the beat. Moments later, radio static overtook the station. I quickly turned my radio off, and was forced to listen to the sounds of the moron drivers around me.

I looked up ahead and saw a small dive bar on the side of the road. I decided to go ahead and pull off the side of the road, riding the shoulder for a few feet until I could reach the bar parking lot.

I turned off the car and walked into the small bar. It was empty except for a few people in the back corner in one of the booths, chatting away.

I sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to get off the phone before I finally ordered my drink.

“Rum and coke please? Make it a double.” I said, resting my head in my hands as I waited.

“Long day huh?”

I snapped my head up at the sound of the stranger’s voice. A very handsome man was walking towards me, his dark, almond shaped eyes piercing through me when I made eye contact.

He ran his hand through his dark hair before asking for permission to sit next to me. I nodded my head yes in agreement and he quickly ordered his drink.

“I’ll have what she’s having” He said, handing the bartender his card. “Put hers on my tab too.” He said, and the bartender agreed.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I said as I took a sip of my drink “but thank you.”

He shook his head and smiled. “I saw a beautiful girl that seemed to be having one hell of a day. It’s the least I could do. I’m Minseok, by the way.”

“More like one hell of a week, but thank you. This was needed. I’m Y/N.”

He looked over at me, his brow furrowed. “Well, Y/N, you can tell me what’s wrong, if you’d like. I won’t judge, and maybe talking about it would help?” he said, looking genuinely concerned.

I don’t know what possessed me to do this, but he seemed so kind and sweet, I couldn’t help but tell him about the things that went on this week. The breakup, the job, now the car. Letting everything out definitely helped.

“Thank you for doing that. You didn’t have to listen to all of my problems.” I said before ordering my second drink, putting money down on the table.

‘It’s no problem. Like I said, it’s the least I could do.” He placed a hand on the money I put down and slid it back towards me. “Also, I’m buying.”

“You really don’t have to do this. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.” I said

“Who said anything about feeling sorry for you? You’re having a bad week. Everyone has them sometimes.” He said, fiddling with his drink. “Besides, I um, I have a question”

I look over at him, narrowing my eyes a bit in curiosity. “Go ahead,”

“Well, you had mentioned in the beginning of your rant that you kicked your boyfriend out. Would you mind if I took you out on a proper date? I can show you how a woman should be treated.” He said, nervous for my response.

I tossed the rest of my drink back, placing the glass down on the bar before looking at him. He was cute, but was I ready to let someone else in when I was just hurt so badly?
I took a few moments before finally responding “You know what, one date won’t hurt.” I said, smiling at him.

He smiled widely and he pulled out his phone, exchanging numbers with me. “So what do you say next Saturday around 7?” he asked, beaming.

“Sounds like a date.” I replied. I looked out the window and saw traffic starting to let up. “I should probably be going soon though.”

He looked at me, frowning a bit. “Tell you what, why don’t you stay a little while longer with me, we’ll drink some water so I know you’ll be safe for the ride home, and then we can head out. Deal? We can get to know each other a little more before our date.”

“Deal” I said

We spent the next hour sobering up before heading home. He walked me to my car, which started right away, to my surprise.
He watched as I drove away before getting into his own car, heading in the opposite direction.

I barely knew him, but I had a feeling this was going to be the start of something good.

starlight

pairing: dean winchester x reader

tw: mentions of death

Word count: 1182

I sat on the roof of my old beat up car, the cold metal felt comforting through the thin fabric of my sweatpants. I had received news today of my father’s death, he lived to be 68 which is good for a hunter. He was the one who taught me everything i knew, from which beers were the good ones to how to properly dispose of a body. He was my everything. As he got older he couldn’t hunt as much, so i went on trips and he stayed home caring for our dog Bee. Bee was a big, fluffy golden retriever who often came along with us for extra protection and comfort. Cas was the one who told me. He had gone to get some extra clothes for me, he often did this for me when i forget stuff, and when he got there he saw my father. His throat was slit but he was sitting peacefully in his recliner. Bee was laying at his feet whimpering. The blood looked fresh so it must have been recent. I told the boys that tomorrow i would drive back home to burn the body that once belonged to him, but i wanted to get a good night’s sleep. ‘Good nights sleep’ wasn’t going to happen. I kept tossing and turning, never getting the thought out of my head that i would never be able to see my father again. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Tears began to roll down my cheeks and i was thankful the boys let me have my own room. I thought of all the great memories i had made with my father and all the things he had taught me in life. He taught me to never be afraid no matter what. As my mind started to wander i thought about the boys. I had met them through my dad, he was good friends with their mom and dad. I had forgotten about them for a while until i ran into them on a hunt. They were my best friends, i knew they’d always be there for me. That’s why i decided to take my next action. I walked over to their room and softly knocked on the door.

Dean answered it, he was fully dressed so i assumed he hadn’t started getting ready for bed yet. “Hey, would it be ok if i slept here tonight?” i asked. Dean smiled and nodded as he moved aside for me to walk in. i sat down on the corner of his bed and looked over to see sam asleep. The bed dipped as dean sat next to me, just him being there was comforting. I had always thought he was pretty. Pretty in the sense that his hair always looked nice, his eyes are gorgeously green, and his freckles looked like little kisses sprinkled over his face. Admittedly, i had a crush on him. I never let it show, because i didn’t want things to be awkward. I looked up at him and whispered “can we go for a drive?” Sam stirred in his sleep. Dean whispered back “that would be nice.” we stood up at the same time and i started to walk to the door. Dean wrote a note for sam so he wouldn’t worry if he woke up before we were back. The car ride was mainly silent. I looked out the open window and watched as the neon lights and distant music whirred past. The cool air felt good, and it dried the tears that began to fall. I wouldn’t allow dean to see them so i kept my head turned. I saw people walking along the sidewalk, i’ll never know what they were doing or what their life was like and i think i’m ok with that.

The scenery shifted drastically as we hit an old deserted road, i didn’t know exactly where we were going but Dean had said it would be some place i would like. I trusted him. We came upon an open field and dean turned off his headlights. I got out of the car and looked around. As far as i could see it was a barren meadow. No light could be seen from the city, and the only light was coming from the sky. I looked up and gasped. Millions of stars glowed and twinkled forming shapes and patterns that i couldn’t fully make out. I stood there with my mouth open, just looking up in amazement. I turned around after a while to see dean staring at me, smiling. He took off his jacket and sat down then pat his lap. I walked over to him and sat down first, then i layed my head in his lap, shifting so was laying down. “(y/n), do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly. “Not right now,” i replied “maybe in a little.” He nodded and looked down at me. My gaze was fixed upon the stars above. The view was gorgeous, even more so when i looked at Dean. his eyes reflected the star light, and his face was softly illuminated. He looked even more beautiful now. There was no talking as i sat up a little and he leaned forward. I pressed my hand to his cheek as he cradled my head in his hand, his other hand grasping my side. His lips felt gentle and soft against mine. I hoped i didn’t have bad breath. It could’ve happened when i didn’t have my father on my mind, but i won’t be picky. We pulled apart and looked each other in the eyes. “Are you ok?” he said it so quietly that i barely heard it. “I will be.” i said back. He hugged me close and the tears began to fall again. His scent filled my senses, his warmth was the most comfort i had ever felt. He pulled back and held my shoulders firmly. “I haven’t said anything about it, but i’m in love with you, and i never want you to hurt. I will help you through this, no matter what it takes.” i smiled through the tears. “I love you too, thank you for everything.” He wiped away my tears and gazed at my face a little bit longer. The sky kept our attention for what felt like hours. We finally stood up and walked back to the car. He opened my door, i smiled up to him and he grinned at me then winked. He got in, started the car, then turned on the radio. Piano man by billy joel started playing. This was my dad’s favorite song, and it seemed like a sign. I looked out the window and felt Dean’s hand on my leg i moved my hand down to hold his as he began rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. His hands were big and rough, i loved them. I loved everything about him.

A NEW FAMILY - SINGLE DAD MICHAEL IMAGINE

You were rushing as you took your little five year old girl to school. You and your little girl had woken up a bit late, and were not rushing to make sure that she got to school on time, since your car was in repair. You were used to being a single mother, having done so ever since you found out you were pregnant with your daughter, Brooke. You little girl was your pride and joy, sharing many physical similarities with you, such as your hair color, skin color, and many more, the only thing that she had in common with her biological father was his nose and a similar eye color.

You were fine providing for the two of you, but you did admit that sometimes it was difficult to do, especially trying to make time, especially getting her to school on time. You were holding your little girl’s hand, glad that it wasn’t as late as you thought; she was actually going to make it with time to spare. You two were nearing the school, when your little girl Brooke let go of your hand to run ahead.

“Brooke, don’t run”, you said worried that she would end up falling and hurting herself.

You hurried your steps, to try catch up to her, only to see her quickly embrace a small dirty blond haired boy. Your little daughter was so outgoing, never shy of doing anything once she sets her mind to it. Sometimes you wonder where she got that, because even if you weren’t too shy, you never had the valor to just be that outgoing. You could see that she startled the small boy, making you worried that his parents were going to scold Brooke for almost tackling their child.

“Dylan, you don’t have to be so shy” you heard a male voice say.

You looked up and were met with two beautiful green eyes. You were taken back; the man in front of you had a warm smile on his face, his black colored clothes revealing enough for you to see the tattoos on his arms. He stood out from other parents that were taking their kids to school, him obviously dressed in punkish attire then the rest, including yourself, who were all dressed a bit more professionally, getting ready to head to work. But still despite his rough exterior, the smile on his face suggested that he was as docile and sweet as a kitten.

“I’m sorry for my little girl”, you said apologizing to the father that your little girl was hugging like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s no worries, although it’s a bit sad when your own son has more luck with girls than his own father…and he’s only five”, he said jokingly, making you smile as well.

“Mommy, this is my best friend Dylan”, your little girl said as she let go of the blond child who looked just like his father.

Dylan…the name was familiar to you; you could tell that you had heard her mention it a couple times when you asked her how school was. You could see the familiar bright smile, and knew that your little girl was happy to be with her best friend. But you could also tell that the little boy was beyond shy, the exact opposite from Brooke, his hand gripped the straps of his Spiderman backpack, as he turned to look at his father, a small tint of pink on his cheeks.

“Dad, this is my best friend Brooke”, he introduced his voice coming out so low that you could almost barely hear it.

But his father heard it loud and clear, his smile getting brighter as he realized who your little girl was.

“So you’re the famous Brooke”, he said squatting down to be at eye level with your little girl. You don’t know why you found it adorable when he got down to her height, but it really was, making a small smile form on your face. You never once thought that Brooke would need a father, but you couldn’t deny that seeing this made you rethink of having a father figure for your little girl.

Brooke nodded, not shying away once, the typical Brooke.

“well”, he said with a bright smile, “thank you for taking good care of Dylan, I know that he is really shy and can’t make many friends, so I’m glad he has you”, he said ruffling your little girl’s hair, “Dylan talks about you all the time, saying that he’s glad you’re his best friend”, he said with a smile as he brought his hands to his knees to help him stand back up. “Sorry for messing up her hair”, he said with a shy smile as he looked at you; know you knew where the shyness of Dylan came from.

“It’s no worries, by the time I pick her up from school, her hair is a lot messier than this”, you said with a reassuring smile, as you smoothed out her hair.

“Michael”, he said with a smile.

“Pardon?” you said, wondering if you misheard something.

“I meant my name is Michael”, he said extending his hand to yours, “Michael Clifford”, he said with a bright smile.

“(full name)”, you responded as you shook his hand, instantly feeling how warm and calloused it was, “my little girl talks about Dylan all the time, it’s good to know that she has a patient kind friend, since I was told that other students find her too loud and energetic”, you said.

“Other five year olds find her loud?” he said with an uncertain tone, almost not believing it.

“yea I know, weird”, you said with an odd look, you looked over to your child seeing how she was talking to Dylan about who knows what, her hand moving everywhere as she told her story to him, and seeing the shy boy really listening to his best friend.

The bell rang, letting you both know that it was time for your children to get to school, you reached for you little girl, hoisting her up, to give her a kiss and tell her that you will be here to pick her up and told her to wait here for you if you were a bit late. You looked over at Michael, and noticed that he was at eye level with his son, bringing him in for a hug as he tickled him to make him laugh, which made you smile to. You could hear that he was going to be here right on time to pick him up.

Both children ran into school, seeing how comfortable they both were around each other, leaving you and Michael smiling as they walked into class.

“Your daughter is adorable, she’s such a ball of sunshine, her dad must be happy to have a girl like her”, he said with a smile.

“Her father isn’t really in the picture, haven’t seen him, since he found out I was pregnant”, you answered.

“Oh he left…I’m really sorry”, he said hoping that he didn’t offend you.

“don’t, I spent a long time feeling bad about it, it was a better choice for everyone, he didn’t want kids and why would I make both our lives miserable if I forced him to stay. Besides we are doing fine ourselves”, you said with a smile, “Dylan’s really shy, does he get that from you or his mom”, you asked.

“Most likely from me, since his mother isn’t in the picture either”, he said with a soft smile.

“She left you too”, you said not understanding how anyone could leave him like that.

“Uhh…sort of” he said scratching the back of his head seeing his eyes sadden for a brief second making you wonder if they had recently divorced, “hey I have to get to work, if you need a ride, since I noticed you two walking here”, he said hoping to change the subject.

“No its fine, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you”, you said.

“Trust me its fine, where do you work, its ok if I’m late”, he said with a bright smile.

You told him the place where you worked, and he eagerly said that it wasn’t a problem, that you actually on the way to his work. He walked you over to his car, and opened your door for you. He turned on the car and was greeted to one of your favorite bands, and couldn’t help but hum to the song.

Michael let out a small laugh, “you like this song?” he said with a happy voice.

“Yea, it’s my favorite song of my favorite bands”, you said a bit embarrassed that he caught you.

“Mine too”, he said turning up the radio and began to actually sing the song, you were awed, that someone could be so comfortable around a complete stranger, yet here he was singing out to a song that you both liked.

You soon started to sing along with him, letting yourself go and enjoy it. You never were one for dating, especially after you had Brooke, most men in your life not likening the idea of dating someone who already had kids. But seeing Michael, maybe it was time for you to start dating once again, maybe not Michael specifically, but someone in general, someone to let loose with like you were doing just now.

You were surprised that he knew where to go, already turning down streets before you even told him where to turn. You were just singing along, asking you simple questions or signing the songs that were playing, which were some of your favorite ones. You had told Michael to make a left, but he actually turned right.

“Uhh, I know that this sounds weird, but left is the other way”, you said hoping that he wouldn’t take it offensively.

“I know, it’s just I need to park, before my spot gets taken, I’ll walk you to your work though”, he said as he turned into a parking lot.

You eyed him curiously not understanding what he meant, but agreed none the less, since he was doing you the huge favor for even giving you a ride, when you would usually take a bus to get to work since your car was currently in the shop. Michael parked his car in a lot that was for many of the stores that were on the block, and quickly went to go open your door, which you thanked him for.

“Thanks, Michael, you don’t know how much time it takes to get here by the bus”, you said with a smile.

“I don’t mind driving you, I mean we work near each other”, he said with a smile as he pulled out his bag.

“We do?” you questioned.

“Yea, you see that music store”, he said pointing to a store just down the block.

You nodded.

“Yea, I work there”, he said noticing that it was near your work, your work was crossing the street, but mid-block, “that’s why I didn’t mind taking you, know let’s get you to work before your late”, he said leading you to the cross walk.

“Won’t you get in trouble if your late, most shops here open at the same time”, you said concerned about him.

Michael let out a laugh, “I own the place, no one can get mad at me, besides it’s just me working in the morning shift today. And I’m pretty sure no one is going to be there right at the start of the day, I can afford to be a few minutes late”, he said as the crosswalk light came on.

“Wow you own your own shop?!” amazed that someone your age would actually have their own business.

“Yea, it was hard to start, but it’s doing well so far. I mean at least this way no one can get mad at me for doing something wrong, I’m my own boss, plus I love music, and just being surrounded by it, makes it worthwhile, you should stop by sometime, I bet Brooke would be amazing at drums, with all that energy”, he said with a smile.

You laughed at the thought of your little girl drumming on drums, not because it wasn’t possible, but just imagining her heading straight towards a complete drum set instead of the beginner ones, or the ones built for her size, you could just imagine her trying to be better than some of the legendary drummers out there.

“Is this some sort of sales pitch, because it’s working”, you said with an amused voice.

“no, I’m just saying you should stop by sometime, let her try out the drums, she seems that she will like them, plus my friend that gives lessons in my shop would love to teach her, I’m sure of it”, he said with a smile.

“So that must mean your son is like a musical prodigy?” you asked.

“Well, he understands how to play them, but he mainly focuses on bass, the traitor”, he said pretending to be mad.

“What do you play?” you asked seeing as how you did have time to spare.

“guitar, I gave Dylan one, and he understood it, but the moment he picked up a bass and played it, he ditched the guitar immediately, but who knows he may come back to the six string in the future”, he said, “do you play?”

“I play flute, I played it in marching band in high school, but I haven’t played one in a while”, you said.

“a flute”, he said amazed, “that’s awesome, I wish I could play it, I tried so much with the ones we sell at the shop, but I can barely play a scale, I’m impressed, now you really should stop by, while my friend teaches your daughter, you could teach me flute”, he said with a bright happy smile.

“I’m not a teacher”, you said feeling your face heat up in a small embarrassment.

“Can you play a scale?” he asked with amazement.

You thought about it, thought about the countless hours you would spend practicing to better yourself in your instrument, hours spending learning all the scales out there, and you were pretty sure that even if you hadn’t played in a while, it was not enough to erase the time you spent playing, “pretty sure I can, I mean I was first chair in my high school band”, you said with confidence.

“then its settled, Brooke will get drumming lessons from my best friend, and you teach me how to at least play a scale on a flute”, he said as he walked away, “see you later (Y/N)”, he said waving you goodbye, you waved back to him unsure of what you got yourself into, “if you want I can give you a ride to the school to pick up our kids”

You nodded, thanking him for the offer, but for some reason when he said ‘our’ you couldn’t help but smile at the way it sounded, it just sounded right, especially coming from him.

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You and Michael had actually grown close ever since that day, spending time together and him insisting on give you a ride to work just to spend more time with you. It actually amazed you how well you both just clicked, it was like he was a lost best friend. You both just connected, much like how your kids did when they met.

So seeing as how you had time to spare, you took your daughter to the music store that Michael owned, hoping she would love to see her best friend and Michael kept insisting that you come visit his shop, still begging you to teach him flute each time he brought it up.

Brooke loved drumming, it was a fact. From the moment that Michael led her to the drum kit that was on display and handed her a pair of drumsticks from the rack, which he insisted were on the house, she just started banging them to her heart’s content. He even had his friend Ashton come and teach her, which she was happy for.

But one thing that really surprised you was when you found out that Dylan played bass amazingly, however you thought that he played electric bass, when in fact he played double bass. You were amazed that Dylan would have interest in a classical instrument, but Michael said that classical and orchestra music was really what he enjoyed listening to.

“That’s why he’s a traitor, he not only rejects my main instrument, he rejects my music too, but I don’t mind, I didn’t think I would ever appreciate it if it wasn’t for him”, Michael said looking over to his son, with a warm smile.

“Maybe he got it from his mom”.

Michael somewhat froze, “no, she really wasn’t into classical”, he said shaking his head showing you his smile, hoping you didn’t catch the change, but you clearly did. To this day, Dylan’s mother was still a mystery despite you two being friends for quite some time, you thought that he would tell you, but anytime she was brought up, he quickly changed the subject.

You had taught Michael how to play a scale on a flute which he was so happy, but he needed to go do something around the office before he closes the shop, which you didn’t, instead cleaning the instrument and polishing it as you took it back to the display on which it was.

“You’re special to him” you heard Ashton say.

“What?” you said turning to face him

“Michael, you’re special to him, try not to hurt him too much”, Ashton said with a hopeful smile.

“Why would I hurt Michael?” you said unsure of what he was referring to.

“Michael, he sort of hasn’t been the same after she left, you’re actually the first girl he’s talked to in a long time, I thought he was never going to get over her but after seeing you and him…I know he can, or already has”, he said looking at you with a warm smile.

“Ashton, were just friends, nothing more. Besides the only reason we hang out out is because Brooke loves to hang out with Dylan”, you admitted.

“Why do you keep lying to yourself (Y/N), don’t pretend you don’t like him, I know you do”, Ashton said.

“I’m not lying”, you said to him.

“I know you are, but don’t worry you’re secrets safe with me”, he said with a friendly smile.

Your face heated up at what Ashton said. Was it really that obvious, you knew that despite the obvious friendship that was between you and Michael, you sometimes felt more for him? You two would hang out with your kids, and loved to see him treating Brooke with so much care, almost as if he was her father, he had proven to be a better dad, and then her biological one, seeing as how he left the moment you knew that you were pregnant. But Michael was different, he would be considerate of her and treat her with the fatherly care that she never had, helping her across the monkey bars at the park, lifting her in the air to pretend that she was flying like wonder woman, teaching her how to play guitar when Ashton wasn’t around to teach her drums, and you once found him braiding her hair when they visited your home.

And you loved Dylan too, he had grown on you, him constantly telling you play duets with him, and help him in his sight reading, which you were glad that you were still gifted enough to do really well. You would constantly talk to Dylan, since he was shy and tended to keep to him when you and Brooke would hang out with them. Your own daughter would play with Michael, and you would just read your books as Dylan read his own. He would come to you when he fell down, asking you to kiss it better, when he was exhausted and Michael was still playing with Brooke, he would rest his head on your lap and take nap. And one time when you carried him to his room, you kissed his forehead and heard him say ‘thank you mom’ something that made you almost cry with joy, but you never told Michael, because you weren’t sure how he was going to take it.

Michael and Dylan had become a big part of your life; you couldn’t imagine them not being in your life, they because a part of your family without you even knowing it. You looked forward to the playdates that you and Michael would set up for Dylan and Brooke, the visits that you and Brooke would take to Michael’s shop, they were your unofficial family, but you could tell that although there were no walls to your heart when it came to Michael, there were strong walls around Michael. Although he treated you kindly, there was still something hindering Michael from letting you in, but never insisted what it was, you just knew it had to do with Dylan’s mom.

“Ashton, what happened between Michael and Dylan’s mom?” hoping that maybe he would tell you.

Ashton’s hazel eyes widened, “he hasn’t told you?”

“No, he didn’t, can you please tell me?” you said really hoping for him.

“(Y/N), I really wish I could, but this is really something Michael has to tell you himself”, he said hoping that he wasn’t giving too much away.

“But he won't”, you said remembering all the time that he spent with you and the many times he spent avoiding the problem.

“trust me when I say this, it’s not you, its Michael, I want to tell you, but I know that Michael is probably finding the best way to tell you, I don’t want to ruin that, just let him find the right moment”, he said with a smile, “he’ll come around”, he reassured you, “well I have to get going, see you (Y/N)”, he finished.

You nodded, glad that you weren’t the problem, but rather something else entirely, but you really wanted to know. There a was giant mystery when it came to the mother of Dylan, and at this point you just wanted to know. But if Ashton said he needed time to tell you, then you would do just that.

“Mommy can we go to Dylan’s house”, Brooke said as she came to pull the hem of your shirt.

“Did Michael say it was ok?” you asked.

“you know that you are welcome anytime at our house, besides me and Dylan sort of prepared a meal for you two, we were just going to invite you over”, Michael said as he walked up to stand next to you.

“Are you sure we aren’t being a bother to you”, you said lifting up Brooke, resting her on your hip.

“Like I said, you and Brooke are never a bother” he said calling Dylan over and lifting him on his shoulders.

“So can we go mommy?” Brooke asked again.

“Sure I don’t see why not”, you responded.

Both two little kids yelled with glee, glad that they would be able to see their best friend for a bit more time. You had to put down Brooke to reach for something in your bag, instantly she ran towards Michael, and holding his hand, and pulling him towards the entrance. And if you heard her closely you could have sworn that she had said ‘let’s go home daddy’. You were surprised never thinking that Brooke would call him dad and you looked up to Michael, expecting him to have a surprised look too, but instead he nodded and walked over to the door.

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Brooke and Dylan were out playing in Michael’s backyard, as you were cleaning the dishes, the least you could do since Michael had prepared the meal. You could hear the laughter of your children…your children…your child and her friend. Another thing that had been happening for quite some time as well, calling Dylan your child as well, more signs of them being your family.

You finally finished drying your hands as you turned you saw Michael standing at the doorway, a bright smile on his face.

“The dinner was delicious, I can’t thank you guys enough for having us” you said walking up to him.

“It’s no problem for my two favorite girls”, he said with a smile.

Just hearing he says those words and the bright smile that was on his face made your heart race. You couldn’t help but turn your head away, hoping that he wouldn’t see how your face easily gave away your emotions.

“Come on, I need to tell you something”, Michael said as he held out his hand for you.

You looked at the extended hand and back up at him, you gently placed your hand in his, holding your hand like as if it was made of fine glass. He walked you over to the living room, letting you take a seat first before he walked over to a drawer and pulling out a single photo. He sat down next to you, handing you the photo of him and a beautiful girl both of them caressing her very pregnant belly.

“Her name was Daria, I met her in high school, we were happy together. We never thought that we would last we were complete opposites, but we managed to last a long time. I asked her to marry me, and she said yes, and we decided to celebrate, and one thing led to another, and in two months we found out we were going to be parents. We were both happy, even if we were still young, we were glad that we were finally going to start our own family”, he said looking down at the photo, and you feeling suddenly out of place, not wanting to hear of his lost love.

“I hoped that we would have a girl, but she wanted a boy, we never had our doctor tell us the gender, wanting it to be a surprise for the both of us. But when she went into labor that’s when things took a turn for the worse, postpartum bleeding, that’s what they called it, she lost a lot of blood and wasn’t able to keep her body functioning. She was able to see our child, telling me that she knew she was carrying a boy, Dylan, she chose the name. And then by the next day she was gone”, his tears staining the picture in his hands.

You brought him into a hug, rubbing his back telling him that he didn’t need to hold back the tears that it was ok to cry, and he did. He held you close, bringing you to his lap, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling the hot tears dampen your clothes that made you hold him tighter.

“I promised I wouldn’t love anyone ever again, that I can’t put myself in a situation like that ever again it would just be too much, and I didn’t want to forget Daria, she was the first girl I ever loved, and I thought I could keep that promise to myself…but I couldn’t not after I met you”, he admitted.

Once again your heart was racing, he had feelings for you. You thought that you would be happy if you found out that Michael liked you back, but why did it hurt so much right now.

“I fell in love with your smile, I fell in love with how happy I can be when I’m with you, I fell in love with how you treat Dylan like he was your son, I fall in love with you every day I see you, you make the dull pain go away, I don’t feel alone when I’m with you. I thought that any person that I would fall in love with would just be a replacement for her, but you’re not, you’re something else entirely, and I love you for it, it took me a while to notice it, but I do. I know that it’s sudden, I know you may not feel the same, but I need you to know, because I will try my hardest so you can love me too, but you how can you love me when I couldn’t be honest with you”, he admitted.

You lifted Michael’s face, your own eyes clouding up with tears at how beautifully he laid out his feelings; you felt the same for you. How couldn’t you love him, he has been the first guy that actually made you feel wanted, the first person that accepted all of you, including Brooke. The first person that made your heart race in such a long time.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him, his lips stiff, not expecting you to kiss him so suddenly. You broke the kiss; your lips couldn’t help but turn into a smile.

“I love you too Michael Gordon Clifford, I love you unconditionally”, you admitted as you kissed him again, “you treat me and Brooke like as if we were you’re family, you look at me and actually see me, not a single mother who wasn’t able to keep her man, you don’t know how happy you’ve made me either”, you said to him as you started to lean in to kiss him.

This time Michael did respond kissing you back with just as much passion as you. His lips molded against yours perfectly, his sorrow melting away as he held you tighter, loving the feel of your gentle touch, loving the feeling of someone showing him the love that he had neglected himself for about five years, loving that it was you that was kissing him like this. His hands pulled you closer, your hands pressing against his chest, feeling the hard beating of his heart against your fingertips, a rhythm matching your own, two tempos synching up together in a loving way.

“Brooke! Brooke you’re going to be my sister!” you heard making you and Michael separate, not wanting him to see you two kissing like that.

Brooke ran into the living room, surprised to see you and Michael holding each other so close, her brain slowly putting the pieces together as her smile shined brighter than the sun, “I’m going to have a brother”, she said pulling in Dylan for a hug.

You laughed seeing how the two best friends were now going to be a part of each other’s family.

“I have a mom” “I have a dad”, both kids yelling out at the same time as they turned to look at you both, wondering if it was true.

You looked at Michael, the gleam in his eyes reflecting how happy he was, and you knew that you had a smile on your face that you wouldn’t be able to hide one bit. And both of you open your arms, both children running into them, Dylan running into your arms, and Brooke into Michael’s both of them exchanging how much they loved their new parents.

Two very incomplete families were now whole.

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Both you and Michael were dropping off your kids to their first day of first grade, seeing both of them skip along the road as your left hand was holding his right, your shining diamond ring reflecting the rays of the sun. It wasn’t too big, but it was enough.

“Hey slow down kids, you know your mom needs to take it easy”, Michael shouted as they were getting ahead, “are you feeling alright sweetie?”

“Michael, I’m barely four months pregnant, I’m fine, besides I was told its good to take walks”, you said feeling the bump that was going to be your future child.

Michael’s large hand rested against your belly, happy that despite everything he went through he was able to love again, the ring on your finger, his new step daughter that had yet to slow down, and the swollen belly you had proof of that love.

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Could you do an imagine where Happy stumbles upon the rest of the guys peaking from around the corner and when he walks over he sees his girlfriend dancing and singing while cleaning the club house's kitchen after a barbecue

Warning: Jealous/protective Hap, and cuteness overload

    It had been a long day filled with fun and family but the club house was a mess so you stuck around to help Gem clean up. “You get the kitchen, I’ll get the outside.” Gemma suggest and you nod in agreement. 

    “Jesus.” You sighed looking around the kitchen before grabbing some containers to put the leftovers in. 

    As you start to clean when you spot the radio on the table, you grin “It’s not cleaning until you have some music.” you say turning it on (turning on Y/N favorite station) “Yes! I love this song.” You squeak, bobbing your head and swaying your hips as you sing along. 


(XXX)

    Happy POV:

    I cock an eyebrow seeing all my brothers crowded around the kitchen, “What’s going on?” I ask as I peek into the kitchen all the guys backing up except for Juice who is too lost in the excitement to see it’s me who asked, “(Y/N) is really into this song, it’s Hilar- Oh- Hey Hap…” He grins nervously. “Oh, Hey Hap.” I mimic punching his arm. “OUCH!” Juice yelps

Y/N POV:

You turn hearing a pained Juice to see the guys standing around the kitchenc all pointing to Juice and Happy as in to blame them, “You guys seriously have nothing better to do?” You ask letting out a light chuckle as you cross your arms, all the guys looking at you like a bunch of giggling school girls. 

   “You’re a great dancer, Lass.” Chibs comments, smirking to Happy trying to get him riled up. 

    “Yep. Amaaaazing.” Jax adds on

     “If you want to keep your lives I suggest you all get lost.” Happy snaps, and the boys Coo jokingly as they walk away and Chibs throwing an arm over Tig as they begin to sing ‘Can you feel the love tonight.’ 

    You smile at happy tossing the towel on the counter and walk to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “My hero.” You joke, pecking his lips. “It’s not funny, (Y/N). They were looking at MY girl and no one looks at you but me.” You pout and put your hands on his cheeks, squeezing them together making him have a fishy face, “Aw, it’s okay, Mr. Grumpy pants.” He cracks a little smile. “Ah Ha!” You point and he kisses you. 

    “I love you, (Y/N)” He says as you go back to cleaning, “Yeah, yeah..I love you too, old man.” You glance at him, “Now get out of here before Gemma has both of our heads.” 

Whiplash Part 2 :) Joker X Reader

As my body lied still in bed my mind sprung up old memories some great and some I would rather not have brought up again. The one that came up the most was the first time J and I had spent time in our flower garden. I had brought it up to him numerous times, the idea to put in a flower garden he had though replied “ Now now you know that would ruin my mysterious facade sugar” and walk away getting angrier and angrier every time I asked. Being rejected so many times I gave up spending my days sulking around the house. I wasn’t allowed to leave the building without J closely by my side leaving my only to the books I had read millions of time before as well as the records I had worn down.I was alone. 

A spell of depression hit me and often I would find myself curled up in a ball crying and crying out of sheer unhappiness. J becoming his own special type of worried stormed in my room one day his eyes mad and his hair messy. “Baby, Baby! light of my life. Fine! you have won have your flower garden but for the love of sanity stop this awful crying!”  The next morning my eyes wandered out of our bedroom window and sure enough there it was, the most beautiful flower garden I had ever seen. I begged and begged for him to come out into the garden with me for what must have been weeks until I wore him down just enough he agreed to come out with me.

 Frantically I showed him all the different flowers telling him their scientific names as well as their common names trying to add in jokes to keep him interested. All he did was smirk dragging his pointer finger along the soft petals. After awhile I told him he could go back to what he was doing before, I had to trim all the excess branches to keep everything neat looking. J just nodded kissing me softly on the lips before going back inside. I sighed feeling a little disappointed. The grass was so soft on my feet though it was hard to stay unhappy. Dreamily I fumbled around in a small shed that held all of my gardening tools looking for my small hedge cutters. I began singing the 80′s song “Heaven is a place on earth” that my mom would play when she was folding her laundry before she died. My cutters where in the very back behind the rake with the pink handle leaning up against the dingy wooden walls. My singing stopped as I went to grab it. 

To my surprise I heard  voice behind me. “Why are ya stoppin’” I jumped bashing my head off of the short ceiling of the shed before turning around. J was sitting one of the luxurious white metal chairs by the red rose bush polishing his favorite pistol. My face became extremely red giggling I tried to cover my ass. “Oh sorry it was the radio. I could turn it back on if you want” He squinted his eyes smiling. “No how about you sing that pretty song for me doll Hmm? Wouldn’t want to waste any electricity” I laughed nervously making my way to the white rose bush just a crossed the garden. “Ready when you are my songbird.” I had my back turned to him and I began to sing the lyrics softly chopping off the thick branches that stuck out a little to far . “Ahemm” He said putting his hand to his ear. “I can’t seem to hear ya” I sang louder completely mortified. He would never let me hear the end of this. In my mind I could hear his happy taunts bringing them out to put me down when he needed hid spirits lifted. I would smile and laugh with him like I always did no matter the degree he schooled me at. My lips sung the last lines of the song and an awkward silence fell over us. Suddenly I heard him clap, silently cursing and closing my eyes ‘here it comes’ I thought preparing my ego. “Your a natural Doll, sing for me again sometime”  Thus beginning our daily routine of me tending to the garden and J polishing his gun and listening to me.

The next night I woke up from the pain the radiated from my neck with a gasp, my heavy eyes flying open as fast as they could. The pain felt like someone was sticking a clothes iron to my neck and shaking it to make the pain that little bit more worst. Tears streamed my face as I tried desperately to call out for someone to help me, my voice was to quiet though. Alongst my pain heard I heard a faint song coming in the direction of the garden. I listened closer squinting my eyes as if that would some how make the noise louder, it didn’t but after many minutes of trying the song became clearer. “ohh baby do you know what that’s worth ohh heaven is a place on earth.” I smiled turning my head the the left, a metal reflection blinded my eyes for a moment seeing pale skin and then bright green hair. I chuckled to myself before falling asleep from my “hard investigative” work. 

The sun was high in the sky when I woke up. My frail arms pulled on the black bed sheets finding strength to sit up on my own. The doctor walked in practically screeching in happiness. “Y/N! your up?! How are you feeling?!” I was able to choke out a raspy “better” laughing to myself J mus have been harder on her as of late. “Let me go get someone who will be overjoyed to see you” She skipped out of my room her brown haired ponytail bouncing back and fourth. She had deep bruises around her neck in the shape of hands. Guilt bounced around in my head until I saw him stroll into the room.

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He Makes You Feel Bad/Insecure - Michael Clifford

**The first one I did was on Calum but someone requested for Michael so here you go :))

“Bro, did you see that girl?!” Michael whisper-yelled to his other side to Calum. “Her boobs were like-” and his hands came in front of his chest and slightly cupped his hands to mimic the breasts that the lady who just walked by indeed had. 

Calum leaned his head closer to Michael to hear what he was saying. Once he processed what Michael told him, he sat back and started chuckling. 

Yeah, it would be a lie to say that you haven’t looked at some other guys in public as well but you were never verbal about it and never thought of it as anything more. You have Michael and he was everything than any other guy you’ve seen in public.

Once Calum calmed down from laughing he noticed you on Michael’s other side with your chin in your hand, that was propped up by your elbow on the table. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and cleared his throat to not look like an asshole that Michael was already coming off as. 

“Do you like your food y/n?” Calum asked you to try and change the topic.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, it’s great. Just like this relationship,” you sarcastically mumbled the last part but Calum watched your lips and knew exactly what you said, leaving Michael oblivious while he sipped his drink.

A while later, the same girl passed by and you saw Michael in the corner of your eye nudging Calum. He looked up out of instinct but when he looked in the direction Michael was looking towards, he gave no reaction and continued eating his food. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes out of anger and annoyance. At this point you started to feel completely insecure and just wanted to go home. Actually, saying that you felt insecure would be an understatement. You felt like Michael didn’t even want to be with you, it’s like he forgot about you and that cut more than anything. At the same time, you wanted to cry and have Michael hold you and reassure you that he’s all yours but you also felt like shaving his hair off. 

The time had finally come for you two to leave. After saying goodbye to Calum and going opposite ways to your cars, you didn’t even think about talking to Michael. The car ride home was pretty long considering that Calum’s choice of dinner was on the opposite side of town. 

“Oh baby it’s our song!” Michael, in the passenger seat, turned up the volume and you quickly turned off the radio while keeping your eyes on the road.

“Wha- Babe that was our song,” he repeated and whined looking at you. 

“Yeah, well it’s not really my favorite right now,” you replied back with a stern voice, feeling his eyes still on you.

“What’s wrong?” His voice softened and he slouched back in his seat, still looking at you. 

“I don’t know Michael, why don’t I drop you back off at the restaurant and you can go talk to that girl. You know, with the-” and you copied his actions that he did to Calum earlier. 

“Are you jealous y/n?” He asked lightly, with a slight smirk on his face. 

You turned over to look at him while at a stoplight and saw his expression. You rolled your eyes and told him, “fuck off Michael.”

The rest of the ride home was definitely quiet and you noticed Michael throwing short glances at you to see if you would say anything. Once you two got home and walked in he sighed loudly enough for you to hear.

“Y/n please talk to me. I’m sorry.” He looked at you walking away with your back towards him as he closed the front door. 

“Yeah, me too,” you said back to him as you closed the bedroom door in his face since he was following closely behind you like a lost puppy. 

“Are you just going to leave me out here?” He asked desperately through the door as you walked around on the other side, getting ready early for bed. “No pillow, no blanket, no beautiful girlfriend to cuddle with?” 

You opened the door to see a sad Michael slowly smile, not believing that you actually opened the door. “Woah, you actually-” and to his surprise you threw him his pillow and a spare blanket before closing the door on him again. “Should’ve seen that coming.”

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The next morning you rolled over to an empty and cold other half of the bed. The sun was peaking through the window curtains and the clock on your nightstand read 8:27 AM. You laid in bed for a while more and decided to scroll through twitter. While skimming through your feed, you noticed that Michael tweeted nearly an hour ago.

Quick how do you make a girl happy

You looked at some of the replies back and laughed at one that said, “idk aren’t you the one in a relationship???” 

Through your laughter you started to hear faint singing coming from the other side of the door to the tune of Have I Told You Lately That I Love You.

You got out of bed and put your ear against the door and listened to Michael singing while occasionally banging his head lightly at the door. 

“Have I told you lately… that I’m a complete shithead… Have I told you lately there’s no one else above you.” 

You listened to him softly sing a little longer before you decided to open the door. He quickly looked up at you and you looked down on him sitting on the floor with a plate of pancakes in his lap. 

“I made you pancakes,” you smiled sleepily before sitting in front of him and taking the plate from him. “Careful, they’re still pretty hot. Like you, you’re still hot.” He chuckled nervously and you started to eat your breakfast. 

“I really am sorry y/n.” You looked up at him while you still continued to eat trying to act mad at him still. 

“I acted like a total asshole yesterday and it was wrong. You’re the only girl I have eyes for and will always look for in a crowd of people. Don’t forget that, please. Even if I may not act like it or forget to show it, you’re it, y/n.” 

You looked at his eyes full of sadness and regret and immediately wanted to just jump in his arms, while he looked at you waiting for you to say something. 

“These pancakes taste like crap and you drive me mad but I love you like hell.”

Instantly, the corners of his lips curved into a giant smile, “there’s that beautiful voice I’ve been dying to hear!”


Great now I’m in my Michael feelings and I waNT PANCAKES BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS

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This was super long because it’s a long song, but here it is! Sorry for the wait @s-s-s-stutteringbill … hope it is what you wanted!

(For anyone else, send in a request and I can write anything that is consensual)

My heart’s a stereo, It beats for you, so listen close, hear my thoughts in every note
Eddie wouldn’t admit it, but every time Richie opened his loud mouth, he’d stare with doe eyes wishing Richie would stop being so loud and annoying and notice that Eddie liked him. He wanted Richie to hear his thoughts and feelings. He wanted Richie to listen to him as well as he listened to his favorite songs.

Make me your radio and turn me up when you feel low, this melody was meant for you just sing along to my stereo
Bill and Stan brought this to Eddie’s attention when they were past the point of annoyed because “Richie is only being this loud and obnoxious to get your attention dumbass”.

Richie was especially over the top when Eddie was down, wanting to cheer him up. It worked usually worked as Eddie forced himself to laugh as they both just rolled with it until Eddie’s laughter was genuine.

Richie wanted Eddie to know that he’d always be there for him.

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No Promises - Monster Woo [part 7]

You woke up early the next morning wrapped in Young Woo’s arms. You spent a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours with his even breath against you cheek. It was almost as though he has fallen asleep while given you a hug but it wasn’t like you were complaining. You could definitely get used to this feeling. After a while, nature was calling you to wake up. Carefully you slid out from his grip. With one last look at the peacefully sleeping man in front of you, you left to get ready in the bathroom.

You were ready to go for the day in a pair of leggings and over sized t-shirt with your hair curled slightly and minimal makeup. You had even started a load of laundry containing Young Woo’s clothes so that everything could be clean for him.

You started to get nervous as you finished folding your laundry. You were worried about what his family might think about you. There were only two other times you had met a boyfriend’s family and this was so much scarier for some reason. You heard a shuffling for the other room and looked up to see a shirtless Woo wearing nothing but a low draped towel.

“Good morning, Angel.” He greeted with a deep raspy voice. He still managed to look like a living God with bedhead and half closed eyes. He made his way to your fire escape, leaning half out as he lit up a cigarette, taking a long draw. You watched him for a second before getting up to join him. Your elbows rested on the windowsill as he passed you his cigarette. Taking a small draw, you smiled at him as his arm wound it’s way around your shoulders. You held the cigarette to his lips as he took another inhale. The two of you stood there s he finished his morning smoke. While you didn’t speak, it was a moment that you enjoyed.

He went in to get ready and you tried to keep yourself busy around the apartment to try and stop thinking about later today. Turning up the radio, you rapped along to your favorites, calming your nerves slightly.

Young Woo came into view with a giant smile as he watched you singing along to Dodoripyo by Dynamic Duo.

“I didn’t know that you listened to them, Baby,” Young Woo stated as he towel dried his hair. Nodding you kept on enjoying one of your favorite songs.

“Some people don’t appreciate them anymore since their getting older, but they are so good!” You told Woo, proving your point by the way you subtly moved to the music.

“My brother is really going to like you,” he stated simply, still with that goofy grin.

“Does he like Dynamic Duo too?” You asked, halting your movements to hear his answer.

Young Woo laughed and looked down for a second. “I guess you can say that.” You thought his answer was a bit strange, but didn’t think much of it as you turned off your Playlist and started to gather your purse and shoes. Young Woo held the door open for you and walked you to the car, hand in hand. He noticed the way you kept chewing on your lip.

“Angel, relax. They aren’t anything to worry about. It’s probably less frightening then meeting the Woo Fam crew and you’ve done that with ease. Don’t worry so much.” He tried his best to comfort you, making sure that his hand didn’t leave yours for the entire ride. You noticed that the homes were getting nicer and nicer as you went, gradually you realized you were just on the outskirts of town in one of the few areas that had free standing houses with little yards. Everything looked large and we’ll put together, much different then the small apartment you were used to.

*Great, he’s probably some successful doctor or mob boss.* you thought to yourself. You glanced over at Woo who was stealing glances at you, probably making sure that you weren’t trying to jump out of the car. He pulled up and came to a stop in front of a nice, modern, gray house.

“Angel, I swear to you this is nothing. Everyone will love you. Hyung is just happy that I’ve even found someone. And if I love you then they will love you. Promise baby,” he gave you a warm kiss making you forget about your fears.

“What if I have nothing to talk to them about? Will they think I’m crazy?” You asked tentatively.

“No promises,” he said with a laugh. “I guess it depends on how you react.” He said as he opened the door. Almost immediately you were greeted with a young boy, probably only 5 years old and a cute little girl.

“What do you mean how I react?” You ask before the kids were screaming and jumping over Woo. He immediately started tossing the boy in the air before holding him and turning to you.

“Is this your girlfriend, Samchun [uncle]?” The boy asked tentatively.

“Hmm,” Woo nodded. “Babe, this is my nephew Rhythm. Rhythm, this is [y/n]. She teaches kids just about your age,” Woo explained tenderly.

“She’s pretty!” The boy exclaimed, causing Woo to nod vigorously.

“Will you go get you mom and dad so we can show them my pretty girlfriend?” Woo asked as he put Rhythm back on the ground. He then next down and enveloped the young girl in his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“And this is Tae.”

She was young and inquisitive. You noticed how she took you in with big eyes as her hair was on the top of her head giving her a cute look.

“Tae is a bit shy, but Rhythm is a little spitfire,” young woo explained as he took of his shoes. You followed suit as you listened to him coo at the girl in his arms. Young Woo was really head over heels for those kids something that was in contrast to his cold exterior.

“Oppa, isn’t Rhythm a unique name? Why did they choose it?” You asked tentatively. Woo just shrugged his shoulders.

“It started out as a nickname when Sumi was pregnant and it just stuck I guess.”

You were about to ask more when you heard Young Woo being called by his brother. Walking further into the house you wound up in the family room which was simple and well put together especially with two young kids.

“Oh, Hyung. This is my girlfriend. Babe this is my brother -” Young Woo started.

“Gaeko. Your brother is Gaeko and you didn’t think to mention that!” You scolded as you gently hit his arm.

“Most of us just call me Yoon-Sung,” the man in question stated simply. He had a warm smile and friendly demenor. Honestly, with his sweat pants and t-shirt it was hard to imagine him being the same man as the rapper from your favorite songs.

You gave him a slight bow with your cheeks tinged pink. “Ah, yeah, sorry. You just think he would have mentioned a bit of who you were,” you explained as Yoon-sung laughed at his brother’s antics.

“Sorry, Babe, it was so much funnier this way. Hyung, she even raps to your songs! It was just too good of an opportunity to miss,” you shot Young Woo a death glare.

He was always one for a good joke so it really didn’t shock you that he would have done this. He was always trying to rile you up in one way or another.

“I wish I could say that Young Woo told us all about you but it was like pulling teeth to get him to even let us know about you. I’m actually shocked that he really brought you here,” Yoon-sung stated. You gave a nervous chuckle and noticed the kindness mixed with excitement in both Yoon-sung and Sumi’s eyes.

“I heard that he doesn’t do this often,” you noted as Sumi cracked a huge smile. Tae was climbing over her lap and Rhythm was showing Woo hid newest toys.

“In the 10 years I’ve known the family this is the first time he used the word girlfriend. Normally he would just avoid the topic or say that he was just playing,” Sumi explained. “But lately we noticed he had that puppy love look in his eyes and he would just smile at his phone. Really, he thought we wouldn’t know what was going on!” She laughed as Tae pulled at her necklace.

You spent about twenty minutes getting to know the family as Woo kept the children entertained on the floor by mainly rough housing. You laughed as Woo pretended to be hurt by Rhythm’s play punches while Tae giggled along happily. Sumi stepped in to save a tired looking Woo, suggesting that they should all sit down to eat.

“[Y/N] can you help me wash up the kids. Young Woo-ah, go set the table, yeah?”

Woo’s eyes narrowed at his brother, almost to warn him not to embarrass him around you. Grabbing Rhythm’s hand you made your way to the bathroom.

“You know something,” Yoon-sung started while paying attention to his young daughter. “I’ve never seen Young Woo look so relaxed.” He set down the youngest and gently grabbed your arm before you could follow the kids out to the dining room. “But really, [y/n], Woo-ah has had a rough time before with everything but he is the happiest I’ve seen him in a very long time. And don’t worry, Sumi and I already love you just for that fact alone.” You nodded feeling overwhelmed by the superstar in front of you so comfortably accepting you and the knowledge that you have actually made an impact on hum in such a short time.

You headed out to enjoy a fun filled lunch with the family. Young Woo was right, his brother did like you. By the end of the couple hours you spent there, you had already snagged an invite to the upcoming Dynamic Duo concert and a shopping date with Sumi as well as plenty of ammunition against Young Woo.

As you got into the car, Woo leaned over and gave you a long and lingering kiss. “Not bad?” He asked you as he pulled away.

“It was good, although I’m disappointed,” you told him. A frown immediately appeared on his face. “I’m disappointed that you never showed me this famous new shoes dance.”

He leaned over with a smile and another kiss. “I can still show you a few things baby.”

Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Four: A Change in the Atmosphere
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2510
Warnings: None.

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