well at least your hair got better

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Imagine Jensen being a nervous goofball at your wedding rehearsal. 


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild wedding angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic FIFTEEN. The line requested was, The line “Do I really say awesome a lot?” was requested by @iwrotemyownending . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif I just fell in love with.  Hope you enjoy it! It kind of came out of NOWHERE. It’s a little cliche, but I love it. Thanks for celebrating with me!

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Eavesdropping

A/N: Drabble request for anon. Reader is talking on the phone with a friend who’s not involved with the club, and she brags about her boyfriend Jax, who overhears the conversation. I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you like it, lovely!

The night before had been hectic, getting up a few times with Abel so Jax could sleep. You’d offered to watch the baby while Jax went to the clubhouse, and after finally getting Abel to nap, you’d drifted off on the couch.
Your phone had woken you up from your sleep. It was your close friend Lynnie, and for the umpteenth time that week, she’d called to ask you when she was going to meet the mysterious new boyfriend you’d acquired.
You’d come to Charming from Sacramento, to meet your dad, Bobby, in turn meeting Jax. 
Lynnie still lived out in Sacramento, and hadn’t had time with her busy work schedule to come and visit you, but demanded updates of your life.
You’d been seeing Jax for a few months now, but with him being in the Sons of Anarchy, and all the danger surrounding the club, you wanted to make sure this was a sure thing before involving anyone outside of the club that could get caught in the crosshairs of club business.
“You can’t keep this a secret from me! I’m your best friend! What’s wrong with him?” Lynnie whined down the phone.
“Nothing is wrong with him! It’s just complicated.”
You sat up on the couch, rubbing your eyes. An interrogation was the last thing you wanted.
“Has he got warts? Is he a spy and you can’t talk about him otherwise he’ll have to kill you? Does he even exist?”
“LYNNIE!” You barked down the phone.
You stopped dead, listening to see if you’d woken Abel.
“Well at least describe him for me, I’m dying here!”
Sighing heavily, you closed your eyes, leaning back into the cushions. You set the phone on speaker, resting it on your chest as you reclined back.
“He’s tall, got this medium length blond hair and blue eyes-”
“So he’s a sexy surfer, cowabunga dude, continue.”
You didn’t correct her, the less she knew, he better.
“He’s taller than me, a mechanic.”
“Yeah, yeah, cool, he has a job, what are his defining qualities? And by that, I mean what’s he like in the sack?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. Lynnie was never one for beating around the bush.
“He’s got a shit-eating grin that makes your legs quake and your panties drop.”
“Nooooow we’re gettin’ somewhere.” Lynnie cooed down the line.
You paused, thinking you heard something, but figured it was just Abel moving in the crib.
“Alright, fine.”
You stopped talking for a moment, unable to stop yourself recalling the last time you and Jax had sex. Gemma wanted to babysit, and you’d both jumped at the chance to have an evening alone. And then you’d jumped each other.
“The sex is incredible. He’s… blessed in that department, both in size and talent.”
Someone cleared their throat, and you sat upright, turning and seeing Jax leaning against the wall coming out of the hallway, that panty-dropping smile plastered on his face.
Lynnie was still talking, not realising that they had an eavesdropper.
“Gotta go.” You snapped the phone shut, feeling your face burn through every shade of red.
“When did you get in?”
“While you were napping. I went into check on Abel, then I heard you talking and thought I would see what my lady really thinks about me.” He replied.
Jax pushed himself up from the wall, still grinning, walking around the couch and sitting himself next to you.
“’Blessed’, huh?”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“Like you needed an ego inflation.”
“No, no, don’t get all flustered on my behalf, darlin’. Keep going.”
Jax pulled your legs over his and leaned in, running his hand up and over your thigh, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck.
You groaned, enjoying the attention, when all of a sudden it stopped.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“You keep going, I keep going.” Jax replied.
You gave him a pointed look, and he shrugged, smirking, resting against the back of the couch. He traced circles over your leg, waiting for you to give in.
You sighed, not wanting to risk him withholding sex.
“Well, you’re very sweet. You always know how to make me feel safe, how to make me feel loved.”
“That’s a good start, I’m definitely a sweetheart.” He mumbled as he nuzzled and kissed your neck.
“Incredibly humble.”
He chuckled, nipping your skin lightly.
“The way you bite your lip, makes me wanna bite it too. And the way you walk around, especially when you’re not wearing a shirt… ah.”
You let out a slight moan as Jax kissed the sweet spot just behind you ear, his hand cradling your cheek.
“And when you’re up against me, and I can feel… every… part… Jax…”
Jax had pushed you back into the couch, kissing you as you started to lose focus, both your hands wandering over each other’s bodies.
You took it that you’d complimented him enough, said a silent prayer that Abel would keep sleeping before giving yourself over completely to Jax.

Never say never - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Never say never

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (almost)

Word Count: —

Warnings: Season 12 finale spoilers

Summary: After the tragic events that took place you are having a hard time keeping yourself together. Dean tries to help you, despite his own pain, to stand on your feet again even if his doubts and fears get the best of him.

A/N: Tryin’ to put into words how I felt after the season finale. I mean gosh, as if not the series finale of TVD was not enough I had to go through that now?! The title is about the song I heard both times after the finales.

To say you felt empty would be a huge understatement. You felt void. You felt numb. Wait- did you feel anything in the first place? The only thing you had been doing was stare at the wall right in front of you. Your yes were tired, they were stinging and at the same time felt dry. You wished you could cry, you wished you had any more tears to shed but you were just… dry. You didn’t have any more to shed. You didn’t even have the energy to cry, the pain in your chest made it feel like there was a hole right there that wouldn’t let you do a single thing.

“(Y/n)?” the voice was hoarse and you were sure that if you tried to speak that’s how yours would sound as well. Key word: tried. But you weren’t going to. It felt like you had lost your voice as well after all the screaming and pleading. Pleading for someone to hear, someone to do something. But nobody did a single thing.

And as that Castiel was still gone.

“Sweetheart?” the voice spoke again and as soon as you felt a hand on your shoulder that was when you blinked. You turned your head slowly to look at Dean standing there with a tray of food.

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Fic:  An heni a vez e grass ar merc’hed 4/?

Taking a leap here.  WWII AU, PG-13, wartime trauma and injuries, mentions of Nazis.  French puns.  Names changed to reflect the time and place.  The Syndicate are Nazi-adjacent but working for a different new world order.
Title is from a Breton proverb, but I just used the part that means “he who has the grace of women”.

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anonymous asked:

40 courferre

“Will you marry me?”

Premise based on true story. Except that I don’t have a good-looking neighbour.

Everything was going smoothly. The frozen pizza was in the oven, the shower was set somewhere between second and third degree burn and music was playing at full volume, while Courfeyrac belted out the chorus with shampoo in his hair.

He was being very efficient. Multi-tasking. A master of organisation.

A song later, Courfeyrac stepped out of the shower, ran a towel in his wet hair and wrapped it around his waist with the satisfaction of someone who’s finally figured out how adult life works. He checked the time: 5 minutes until goat cheese marinara heaven. He even had time on his hands. Confidently, he plugged in his hair dryer and switched it to maximum.

The lights went out. Pitch black. In his hand, the hair dryer stayed cold. In the next room, the oven went suddenly silent. Suddenly, Courfeyrac was very aware of how cold he was. Panic took over.

Quickly, his mind made an assessement of the catastrophe. He was alone in the dark, very wet and very naked, and barely knew how to change a lightbulb, let alone a fuse. 

Courfeyrac groped his way to the bed and found his phone. It was still reasonably early to ask for help. But he’d need to get dressed first. He dried himself up as efficiently as the circumstances permitted and grabbed a random outfit from the wardrobe, using his phone as a torch. Jesus, all that productivity for nothing. And he’d never spoken to his neighbours, ever. Sheepishly, Courfeyrac poked his head in the corridor and knocked on the door right opposite his. No one answered. He insisted.

“Please, er.. Is anybody here? It’s the next door neighbour. Maybe there was a power outage or something, I just-I don’t know. But I’d need-”

The door opened, and Courfeyrac came to two simultaneous conclusions:

  1. He should have bothered to meet his neighbour earlier
  2. His neighbour was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And that came from someone who counted Enjolras amongst his very selective list of best friends.

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Better

Summary: (Y/N) isn’t feeling the greatest at the moment. Thor knows he has to do something to make his female friend happy again. All he needs is a little bit of space and the woman staring at the wall.

Warnings: Nada!

Key: (Y/N) = Your Name, (e/c) = eye color, (h/c) = hair color, (h) = height (ex: tall, short, etc.)

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30 Day Writing Challenge

So as promised, I’m going to do a 30 day writing challenge, starting today. Instead of the one I picked before, I decided to just randomly pick some dialogue prompts to use. Here they are, 52 of them so theres some actual choice for the 30 days. If Anyone else is going to attempt this, feel free to tag me if you post them and I’ll give them a read! Anyway, here’s the list!

  1. “It’s a weapon, that, if ever used, can alter the course of history as we know it. It is an instrument of unparalleled destructive power that no single man should ever wield.” “…I call dibs.”
  2. “Look at you, sacrificing yourself for others! When did you get a heart? I had thought you lost your moral code.”
  3. “There are at least 17 ways this could have gone better. Literally. Like, I’m counting them right now, you moron.”
  4. “If I die tonight, donate all my organs to those in need, except for my middle finger- give that to the king.”
  5. “This isn’t my first time dealing with people like you.” “Really? You’ve dealt with rampaging mutants before? Please, tell me their names. Maybe we can exchange numbers and meet up for tea and biscuits.”
  6. “I’m with him. For better or for worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I knew that the day I met him.”
  7. “She died doing what she loved: swearing profusely.”
  8. “You’ve got to believe me.” “Sorry, but I tend not to believe compulsive liars.”
  9. “What’s in your hair?” “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
  10. “Well, that didn’t end the way I expected, but at least nobody important died.”
  11. “Well, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to a heart attack. Let’s not do this again.”
  12. “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know… Fall in love with me.”
  13. “I don’t have a license to kill. I have a learner’s permit.”
  14. “So what’s your plan?” “My plan was to follow your plan!”
  15. “Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!”
  16. “You really have no clue who I am?” “You think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”
  17. “Well, if you’d woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.”
  18. “Can I kill him?” “No.” “Just a little bit?”
  19. “Y’know… That’s not what an apology sounds like.” “Bite me.”
  20. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Don’t care. Shut up.”
  21. “You’re insane!” “I know! Isn’t it great?”
  22. “Oh my gosh, that would look so cute on you!” “I’m trying to crack a safe. Be quiet.”
  23. “Either I really suck at finding a pulse, or this guy doesn’t have one.”
  24. “I never stood a chance, did I?” “That’s the sad part- you did once.”
  25. “Did you really just divide the room with tape? Is this a 90′s sitcom?”
  26. “You really don’t remember anything?” “No.” “Aw man! I was promised donuts!”
  27. “Is this one of those times when you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?”
  28. “Do you even know how to drive this thing?” “Normally, I’d lie and say yes, but considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I’m going to assume you know the answer.”
  29. “Did you know you’re broken?”
  30. “Think before you speak,” she hissed, “the last person who didn’t lost more than his tongue.”
  31. “You can’t just sit there all day.” “I’ve done it before. Never underestimate my ability to idle.”
  32. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t have wings yesterday, right?”
  33. “I told you to sit, damn it!”
  34. “I like my friends alive- but thanks for asking!”
  35. “Next time, when I say we’ve fought worse odds, I mean this!”
  36. “I am not human. I never was. So why are you expecting me to act like one?”
  37. “Hand over the girl.” “Not going to happen.”
  38. “I’m trying my best to be polite, but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me, I will tear you apart.”
  39. “I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your semi-automatic rifle.”
  40. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “It’s a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”
  41. “It’s all fun and games until she obliterates you from existence.”
  42. “I thought you were my friend.” “I am. But it is my duty, as a friend, to tell you that you suck at this.”
  43. “You’re one of them now” She whispered softly.
  44. “My cooking is so awesome, even the smoke alarm cheers me on.”
  45. “Please stop putting things in my microwave.”
  46. “Have you still got your blindfold on?” “Yes.” “Promise me you wont take it off.”
  47. “Help me? I don’t even know who you are,” she snipped, looking back over her shoulder once more. “You shouldn’t even be here… You need to leave- now!”
  48. “Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently.”
  49. “If I need you, I’ll give you a signal.” “What signal?” “I’ll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl.”
  50. “No, you don’t understand. Once a month, I turn into a raging monster.” “Isn’t that part of your normal bodily function?” “Not the one you’re thinking of.”
  51. “I thought I made it clear we have a no abduction policy.” “She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”
  52. “I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore.”
Wash Day

Could you do a Peter Parker x black girl reader where their both on the Avengers doing a mission that just so happened to fall on her wash day so he helps her out in the shower and everything? You can make it smutty or fluffy whatever works! Thanks!

You left the conference room  with the other Avengers in tow. Everyone was going their separate ways. Steve had just gone through the next phase of the mission. You guys wouldn’t be back at it until the next day which meant you would actually get a chance to relax for a moment. Then it occurred to you what day it was and hopes of an easy evening went down the drain. I was wash day, and you couldn’t push it back again. Usually you didn’t mind, sure it was work, but it was time spent taking care of yourself. However, this mission was weighing heavy on you and all you really wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend and go to sleep. Speaking of your boyfriend, he waved a goodbye to Steve before hurrying to catch up with you.

“You in a hurry?” Peter questioned as he grabbed your waist to slow you down.

“I got a lot to do tonight,” You sighed, slowing your pace so he could walk at your side. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you spoke then looked at you, confused by your words.

“Didn’t you hear Cap? We got a free night… unless you’ve got a side mission, which isn’t cool. I asked him not to give you extra work alone,” He was beginning to worry, and his brow furrowed in avid frustration.

“Nah, babe. I gotta wash my hair. And you know that’s a process.”

“You always use up all the hot water,” he whined. You rolled your eyes but laughed at his childish tone.

“You could always join me in the shower. I could use a hand anyway.”

“Hey whoa! Kids, you’re supposed to go to sleep. In your separate rooms,” Sam rebuked, walking between the two of you, “No funny business.”

“Leave em alone Bird Boy number 2. They’re young and in love,” Tony laughed, “Just be sure to use protection.”

You groaned allowed, letting your head fall back in exhaustion, “Why do old people have to make everything weird?!”

“I’m just looking out for you,” Sam insisted looking at you, “If that lil’ boy hurts you, me and Cap’ll deal with him.”

“Sam, I’ve known Peter longer than I’ve known you. It’s fine, we’re fine. I was joking, just chill. Jeez! We’re gonna sit and study because high school doesn’t stop even if we are saving the world.”

“Good,” Sam nodded.

Tony grinned at Peter, “Yeah, have fun… studying,” he winked. Peter was about as red as a tomato and you thanked every higher power that you were brown, because otherwise you’d be just as red as he is. The both of you made a show of going into your respective rooms to please your elders. Once things were quiet outside your door you sneaked into Peter’s room with all of your hair products. In truth, you’d been sleeping with Peter in his room since this mission started. You didn’t get to do this when you guys were back home. It was nice to have someone hold you while you slept.

“If Sam finds out, he is going to kill me! Literally murder me!” he hissed at you.

“Are you spiderman or chicken-man?” you countered, setting your products in the walk in shower, before going to imitate a chicken, “bawk bawk! I’m your friendly neighborhood chicken-man.”

“Haha, you should get your own comedy show,” he crossed his arms over his chest and pretended to be upset with you. He was doing a good job at keeping a straight face, until you did a chicken walk over to him and got on your tippy toes to be right in his face.

“Bawk!”you sqwuaked.  He laughed and gathered you up in his arms only to nibble at your neck and make you laugh.

“You think you’re so funny,” he murmured looking at you, “Get in the shower.”

“Are you joining me?”

“After the way you’ve treated me?! I don’t think you deserve it.”

You did your best puppy dog eyes, “Aw, Y/N, sowwy. She won’t do it again.”

“Bull shit,” He laughed but kissed your pouting lips. He gave you a smack on the butt, “get in the shower. I’ll join you in a sec.”

“You’d better, or I’ll find a better superhero,” You threatened lightly. He left the bathroom and you got undressed grabbing a face towel off the shelf.

You were lathering shampoo in your hair when Peter finally decided to join you. You looked over your shoulder and smiled, “Well somebody’s happy to see me,” you teased. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen you naked, far from it, but he always acted like it was. It was flattering to say the least.

“I can’t help that I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.”

“Uh huh, keep that in mind next time you starin’ at Natasha’s ass,” you sassed. He sighed dramatically.

“I am sorry. I zoned out.”

“I ain’t worried about it. I stare too,” you admitted with a stupid laugh. He smiled at that, he loved your laugh, how carefree it sounded, “Too bad you aren’t a girl, you could get pinned under her more often.”

“I think I like being pinned by you better,” His hands replaced yours as he massaged your scalp. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the experience. As you let the conditioner sit you turned around to face Peter. The shower smelled like oranges, coconuts, and Peter’s body wash. His body wash smelled like boy, but in the good way. It smelled like his jacket that you often stool. He bent down and kissed you, as his hands covered you in your own body wash. They brushed over your ass, and down to the back of your thighs. He bent some more and picked your up effortlessly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself to the sensation of his body against your.

Then a loud knock on the bedroom door threatened to break the two of you a part. You held him to your lips, though, and he quickly forgot about the knocker. However, the person out there was persistent. He pulled away from you with a heavy sigh.

“Parker if you answer that door, I am going to rinse myself and dry off.” you warn, your heavy breath marred your stern delivery but it got the point across.

“Spiderboy! I know you’re in there!” it was Sam. Peter gave you a scared look. You whined as he set you down on your feet.

“Chicken man-” you grumbled.

He rolled his eyes as he got out and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. You proceeded to rinse off. Peter cracked the door open to look at Sam.

“Hi, yeah?” he asked trying to act natural. You heard the door burst open and you immediately went invisible, hiding your products in the process.

“Where is Y/N?” Sam demanded.

“In her room?” Peter offered.

“She didn’t answer the door.”

“Maybe she was in the shower.”

Sam looked around the room, in the closet then finally began going towards the bathroom.

“Oh! She told me she was… uh… going to train…”

Sam stopped, “Who’s she training with?”

“By herself.”

“So she isn’t in the bathroom taking a shower here.”

“No. I was in the shower.”

“… Son, you might want to check ya towel before trying to lie to me,” Sam informed. Peter glanced down at the tent he had made of his towel. He put his hands over his crotch and scrambled to find an excuse.

“Hot.. hot showers… get…sssteamy.”

He burst into the bathroom to see nothing, no trace of the you, except the scent of your shampoo.

“Y/N, if you’re in here, you better come out now.”

You stayed silent and invisible behind the bathroom door.

“She isn’t here.”

“Sam!”Steve’s voice called outside of the door.

“What?”

“Leave him alone!” he stepped in with a knowing smile, “I saw Y/N go to her room. She’d probably exhausted from saving your ass so much this mission.”

Sam glared at Peter but left all the same. Steve gave Peter a smirk and a wink before closing the door. Peter huffed out a relieved breath and so did you. Making yourself visible again. You smiled at Peter as if the two of you had just pulled off some grand scheme.

“You are trouble!”

“I’m worth the trouble.”

“Just barely.” he sauntered over to you and you put a hand in front of his mouth before he kissed you.

“I meant what I said Parker,” you rose an eyebrow.

“Right, sorry,” he said earnestly stepping back. You smiled at how cute he was and pulled him into a hurried kiss. You went back to the shower and finished what the two of you started.

Afterwards you cleaned yourself up and sat in your pajamas with your textbooks. He ran a wide tooth comb through sections of your hair while you read of key terms.

~Mod Lillian

Protective
Title: ProtectivePairing: Reader x SamWord Count: 1,603Theme Songs: This Is The Life by Amy MacDonald, No Envy, No Fear by Joshua Radin
**Imagine Sam being worried and protective of the reader around other hunters**

Your name: submitWhat is this?

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“So we’ll meet you at the bar in five?” You asked as you tossed your gun in and slammed the trunk of the car Sam had “borrowed” for your latest case.

The two men nodded and waved from their truck, engine loud enough to drown out any words they could have said and they started down the dirt road heading into town.

You looked over at Sam who was holding your passenger side door open for you waiting for you to get in. You used your thumb to wipe a stray drop of blood, not his, off his nose and kissed his cheek before climbing in.  Your eyes were bright as you looked out into the now quiet night, not noticing Sam’s pursed lips and wrinkled forehead as he got behind the wheel and started the car.

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Shots Fired 

Warren Worthington iii x Reader 

A/N: I guess this is kind of dedicated to/because of the wonderful @kurtwxgners because it’s her fault I’m a Warren Girl™ now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Warnings: Swearing 

Word Count: 603

Your name: submit What is this?

Normally heading for the shittier part of town, like you are now, wouldn’t be the best idea, but the drinks are cheaper, and you’ve been in enough fights to know you’ll be okay. You head down a side street, towards a smallish bar that caught your eye. You walk in, and before you can even really take in your surroundings, someone tackles you to the side, knocking you out of the path of a flying shot glass as it hits the wall behind where your head would have been. You steady yourself, and only really register blonde curls and startlingly blue eyes before you fling yourself straight into the tussle with every intention of getting revenge for the almost-headshot.

You’re pretty sure you accomplish the task. You had arrived at the bar with the intention of getting abso-fucking-lutely shit faced, but landing punches is infinitely better, and the fight is an exceptionally manic one. You have no idea what or who started it, but it was a rough enough area that no one in their right mind would even try to press charges, so by the time the bartender hauls a couple of the more intimidating bystanders in to break up the fight, you’re nursing a split lip, battered knuckles and a bruised cheekbone, but the adrenaline thrumming in your veins makes you almost forget that you came looking for a drink in the first place.

The cool night air bites a little at your split lip as you lean against the alley wall beside the bar, examining your bruised hands. You’re running your fingers lightly over your cheekbone when an astonishingly beautiful man approaches, grinning a little guiltily. He’s tall and tattooed and his blonde curls set your finger itching to tangle in them while you trace his tattoos with your lips.

“Did you get hit by any of the shot glass that got lobbed when you arrived?” He asks, and you arch a brow at him.

“Were you the one who pushed me?” You remark, and he rubs at the back of his head sheepishly.

“Yeah, sorry about that, but I guess it’s better than getting brained by a shot glass.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure there’s vodka in my hair, but other than that, no.” You reply, and he chuckles, sounding slightly relieved.

“At least you didn’t get nailed by shards of flying glass,” He quips and you find yourself grinning back at him.

“That’s true,” You glance down at your hands briefly before looking back up at him. “Do you happen to know who did thrown the shot glass?” You ask, and he nods absentmindedly.

“Uh yeah, I think it was the bald bearded guy with a teardrop tattoo?”

“Oh good, I was right. I knocked that fucker for six, and got a decent brawl out of the ordeal, so I’d chalk that up as a pretty good night, all up.” You say, satisfied with how the evening played out, and the sheepish grin he had been wearing broadens and he laughs incredulously.

“This was a good night?”

“Much more satisfying than getting shit faced alone in the rough end of town.”

“Well there’s another bar just up the street, if you still fancy getting smashed. I’m buying, seeing as I started the whole bar fight,” He suggests, eyes glinting hopefully in the streetlights, and a lopsided smile creeps up your face.

“Well if you’re buying, how could I say no?”

He extends his arm to you and you loop yours through his as the two of you head out of the alleyway.

“I’m Warren, by the way.”

“(Y/N)”

Exo reaction: When another member and you(gf) are becoming too close and they get jealous

ANON Said:

Can you do a reaction when they get jealous when thier girlfriend hangs out with another member

Xiumin
Xiumin walks out of the bathroom and sees you texting. You smile as he jumps on the bed and holds you. You are texting when xiumin looks at the phone. 
Xiumin-“is that a snap chat of Suho!”
You-“yes he said hi”

Xiumin takes your phone and looks at you. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him and kisses you. You kiss him back but pull back when you see a flash go off. 
Xiumin-“and send. Now Suho will know you are all mine!”
You-“xiumin that was bad”
Xiumin-“not as bad as I would kill him if he texting you”.

Luhan
You are cooking breakfest when you hear a knock on the door , surprising luhan. Luhan looks confused but opens the door to see Chen with a teddy bear.You smile and run up to chen and grab the bear. 
Luhan-“um what the heck!”

Chen-“oh Y/N were texting last night and she said she likes teddy bears”.
You-“aww thanks chen , I love it”
Chen-“anything for you”.
Luhan rolls his eyes and puts a shoulder around Chen. He points to you and smirks.
Luhan-“you see Chen , I am the boyfriend so I have teddy bear rights and she is mine”.
Luhan walks with chen to the door and opens it .
Luhan-“now go before i stuff you”.

Kris
Kris is walking around in his boxers and you are walking around in his clothes early saturday morning when you hear a knock. You groan and open the door to see Tao at the door.
You-“Tao , what are you doing here?”
Tao-“to see my best friend”.
Kris-“tell him I am busy”
Tao-“I was talking to y/n , wanna go to the movies?”

Kris-“oh no no no , out Tao. She is mine”.
You toll your eyes and hold onto kris , covering his body with yours.
You-“kris it is just Tao”.
Kris-“he isn’t innocence, go shoo”
Kris holds you closer as Tao looks at you.
Kris-“don’t stare , I will hurt you”.
Tao-“I’m leaving hyung, text me”
Kris-“no she won’t”

Suho
Suho walks inside the house you two share when he sees you and Kai drinking tea on the couch. He throws his bags on the floor and walks up to you. You smile and get up to hug him. He holds you and spins you around, while he looks at Kai.

Suho stares at Kai and gives him a death glare. Kai smirks and keeps drinking his tea as suho rolls his eyes. 
Suho-“Kai don’t you have to leave now”.
Kai-“No i have nothing to do”
Suho-“No i think you have to go , like now”
You-“Why?”
Suho-“Because you are mine”.

Lay
You and lay were at the beach when you hear his phone go off. He gets up from his nap and answer. He looks confused as he talks.
Lay-“sehun said why haven’t you called him back”.
You-“oh give me the phone”.
Lay-“she said that lay is my baby”.

You-“Yixing give me the phone”
Lay gives you a look but hands you the phone.
You-“sehun, sorry yixing is being a dork”.
Lay-“tell him that your busy”
You-“I’m not busy”
Lay groans and gets up from the sand. He picks you up bridal style and takes the phone.
Lay-“she will call you back , well maybe”.

Baekhyun

Baekhyun is sitting on the couch when he hears the door bell. He groans and gets up to see you walk in with chanyeol , giggling.
You-“oh hey baby, I got dinner for us”. 
Chanyeol-“hey baekhyun”
Baekhyun-“what in the world”

Baekhyun-“oh no , you two can’t hang out”
You-“relax he asked if you two could practice”
Baekhyun-“on our day off!”
Chanyeol started to laugh and high fives you.
Baekhyun-“Chanyeol I am going to kill you , get out”. 
You put down all the groceries when you see baekhyun push Chanyeol out.
Baekhyun locks the door and stares at you.
Baekhyun-“you , room now , I will teach you not to bring him back”
You-“how?”
baekhyun-“oh I will show you”.

Chen
You walk inside the house with lay right behind you too see chen. He looks so mad at lay but smiles and pulls you close. He looks at lay and groans.
Chen-“lay you are very nice for bring her home but god stop it”
Lay-“but she is my friend”.

Chen sighs and walks up to lay and puts his hand on his shoulder .
Chen-“you see that girl right there , she is mine.”
Lay-“but we are friends”.
Chen sighs and shakes his head.
Chen-“LAY I like you man but I will have to kick your balls if you keep trying to get at my woman”.
Lay-“okay”
Chen-“good ,now leave because this is my house and I liked to take my woman to bed and ravish her, thank you”.

Chanyeol
Chanyeol sees you getting dress up and looking fancy and smiles.
Chanyeol-“hey you look beautiful”.
You-“thanks I am going to get ice cream with DO
Chanyeol-“DO!”

You-“yes I told you this a long time ago.”
Chanyeol-“I’ll take you get ice cream”.
You-“but he is waiting babe.”
Chanyeol-“oh I’ll tell him not to try to take my girl out again”.
You-“oh Chanyeol stop it”.
Chanyeol-“I’m going to kick his ass”.
You-“You won’t hurt a fly!”
Chanyeol-“your right”.

DO
DO and you walk into sehun apartment to see everyone there. You let go off his hand and run up to luhan. You hug luhan as he spins you around, until DO taps his shoulder.
DO-“what are you doing?”

You-“DO calm down , I haven’t seen him in a while”.
Luhan-“yeah man , it was a hug”.
DO-“OH NO I had to be sweet to get her to be my girl , and you are not taking her away”.
Luhan-“okay I’ll back up”
DO-“Yes or I have to murder you , your choice”
Luhan laughs but you shake your head.
DO-“I’m serious”.

Tao
Tao wakes up to the door bell and jumps to answer it . He sees Baekhyun and looks confused.
Baekhyun-“oh tao is y/n here?”
Tao-“why?”
Baekhyun-“because today is movie day”.
Tao-

Baekhyun-“why?”
Tao-“she is my girl , don’t make me go all wushu on you”
Baekhyun-” I’ll call her”
Tao-“I’m going to hurt you”
Baekhyun-“I’m better looking” 
Baekhyun laughs and runs away to his dorm making tao shocked.
Tao-“well at least I got a girl”

Kai
Kai and you are dancing at a club when you see xiumin.  You pull kai toward him and hug xiumin. Xiumin smiles and starts to talk to you when he pushes your hair back.
Kai-“no touching xiumin , only I can do that”.

You-“kai be nice”
Xiumin-“sorry kai , I forgot she was your girl”
Kai-“how can you forget we are holding hands!”
Xiumin-“I don’t know, anyways.”
Kai-“oh no I’m watching you xiumin , you won’t be sweet to my girl in front of me”
Kai pulls you close and puts two fingers to xiumin .
Kai-“always watching”.

Sehun
You and sehun are at the exo studios when he looks and see kris. He has a new haircut and looks nice. He sees kris walk up to you and gets mad.

Sehun walks slowly to kris and puts his hand on his chest.
Sehun-“oh no she is off limits”.
Kris-“I was just going to say hello”
Sehun-“nope can’t do that because I don’t her saying you look good, walk away”.
Sehun points to the rest of the group.
Sehun-“steal another girl not mine”
Kris-“aww you are in love “.
Sehun-“yes I am whipped ,go away before I cut all that hair off”.

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Dean | an awkward love story | Ambrose

AUTHORS NOTE: 

Okay, so I just feel like Dean Ambrose was the way to go here. This one won’t be as long and nowhere near as angsty as mad love and it’s only going to be posted here. I wanna thank @writergrrrl29 for a lot of the inspo and i want to thank every single person who suggested a name, you were all amazing and supportive and that means so much to me and I really hope you all enjoy this regardless of the guy I chose. 

That being said, another slightly slow burn but not too slow burn here. There will be smut eventually, just not quite yet. Lots of fluffy and cute and awkward moments and maybe even a twist or two. 

WARNINGS: just two really awkward people who really like each other and eventual smut. also occasional mentions of a really low self esteemed OC and I took some things from some of Dean’s earlier Moxley promos too. Not saying they’re real or they’re not, I just thought it gave things this kind of added depth. USE OF AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER. JUST SO YOU KNOW.


Originally posted by baleesi

The television was turned off and I looked up. My friends were all surrounding me and I bit my lip. “What?”


“Tonight is New Years Eve, girl and this is really all you’re going to do with it? Watch some show about greasy bikers?” Nikki asked me the  question, a concerned look in her eyes as she sat down beside me. “My party, remember?”


“This is Sons of fuckin Anarchy. These are not just greasy bikers.. They’re greasy bikers of the sexy variety.. And there’s a really deep plot and explosions that are cool as shit and..” I stopped and exhaled quietly, my voice dropping a few octaves as I said quietly, “I don’t feel like going out, okay? I’ll be fine. Just go.”


“Nope, uh uh.. I am not going to stand here and watch you throw away a perfectly good chance to get dressed up and throw it in your ex’s face that he missed out. Even if he ain’t here, Viv, you can bet he’s not sitting at home pining over you. His ass is out and wildin out. Now get up. Get that ass dressed.” Naomi had her arm around me and I leaned against her as I sighed and shook my head. “Getting stood up at the altar is worse than getting dumped, okay? It’s like… saying you’ll never be good enough. And Peter was right.. I won’t. I’m 50 shades of fucked up and I can live with it.”


“Did she just… No.” Becky started as she sat down and then told me calmly, “Yer not da one who’s 50 shades of fucked up, et’s Peter! And we all tried ta tell ye, lass, dat he wasn’t a good man.” and Carmella nodded from nearby, Alexa looking up from her phone to speak up suddenly. “Look, I don’t like you and you don’t like me… But seeing you like this is.. it’s depressing, okay? Besides.. I happen to know there’s one guy who really, really, really wants you at Nikki’s tonight.”


“Riiight. Nice try, Bliss.” I laughed and shook my head, wiping at my eyes. “Look, I just wanna sit around with my rum and my ice cream and my greasy bikers, okay? Because I’ll only be in the way if I go. I never really seem to fit in at these things, guys, you know this…”  I begged off and when Nikki and the others saw that no, I was not going to go down and party with them, they finally relented.. And I settled back in to watching Sons Of Anarchy, while getting drunk on the rum I’d bought and eating my ice cream.


A sigh escaped my lips when I looked over at my cell phone and saw that it was 11:05. I almost texted Peter just to ask him why he bailed on me, why I wasn’t good enough, what was so wrong with me that  he’d see me waiting at the end of an altar and bolt like his ass was on fire in front of our friends and family, but instead, I threw the phone down in disgust with myself.


Peter is the one with the problem… not you

your own mother said it best though… she’s the one who told you not to ever get your hopes up because you have so little going for you

but she’s a fucking narcissist…. And she thought she was the best thing alive

And? Everybody else didn’t? Hello, she fucked at least 3 of your past boyfriends… Guys were always using you to get to her….


…. that was then, this is now….

…. but that shit left it’s mark….


I stood and went to put the ice cream into the mini fridge and I flopped back down onto the couch, settling back in, turning up the bottle of rum as I found myself wondering how the party was going and slightly wishing I’d gone… Because being here alone, it gave me too much time to think, to revert back to this warped way I’d worked my ass off to try and get away from.


I think it was around 11:30 when I got up and turned off the tv. And then I found myself really wondering why I was even up here grieving over something that wasn’t my fault and blaming myself for it to begin with?


I mean yeah, it hurt but… Being alone right now was the absolute last thing I needed…

With that thought in mind, I went into the bathroom and threw on some black leggings, my favorite off the shoulder red tunic and my trusty combat boots. I didn’t even bother with makeup and I grabbed my leather jacket and the bottle of rum, grabbing my cell phone to call for an Uber.


The party was crowded when I shoved my way in, there were members from both rosters as well as other staff member already there. I waved to one of the girls who did my hair and makeup often and Naomi spotted me, bum rushing me. “Fuckin finally. You listen to your girls.”


“Yeah, well… I got bored without you guys.. Thought the least I could do was make an appearance. I’m not sure if I’ll stay too long, I just… Being with you guys makes me feel better.”


From behind me, Nikki tapped my shoulder and smiled, hugging me. She eyed my bottle of rum and then with a soft laugh she told me, “I would offer you something to drink but I see you decided to BYOB.”


And as I made my way deeper into the crowded party, I could have sworn I felt someone following my every move in the room with their eyes. I stopped and looked around, shrugging it off when I didn’t see anyone looking at me and finally, I found a lesser crowded area and I took a long sip of the rum and flopped down onto a very well cushioned chaise lounge, watching everybody else laugh and smile and be happy.


A time or two I felt it again, the sensation of being watched, but every time I’d try to look around, find someone looking at me, I never saw anyone, so I eventually just let it ride.. I mean with all the eye candy in the room I had to be fucked up to think anyone was wasting their time watching me, right?


That’s what I thought too..


==

“You could walk over there, you know.. Stop staring like an idiot.” Alexa spoke up from behind him, leaned in a doorway, picking at her nail polish. He shook his head and scoffed and Alexa lightly stamped her foot.


“Did you just stomp your foot at me?” he snickered and Alexa glared, giving him the finger. “I don’t get why it has to be her, but you’re always watching her and she makes you kind of light up, idiot. Look, if you don’t walk over there or at least say something to her tonight, I’m going to shove you into her. I don’t like her but I don’t entirely hate her and it was kind of hard, seeing her as down as she’s been lately.. I just think that maybe you’d be good for each other.” Alexa was toying with the zip on her jacket and the male’s eyes moved from his petite blonde friend to where Viv sat, sipping rum out of a bottle, headphones covertly shoved into her ears.


She looked almost as uncomfortable as he felt being at the party. She didn’t look happy like she used to either and that bothered him. If he’d had a chance, he would have kicked Peter’s skull in but his friends sort of stopped him shy of doing it.


…. not that the jerk was even good enough for her to begin with….

and you are?….

yeah well only pussies leave a girl at the damn altaror screw around on ‘em with other girls constantly, tell ‘em the shit that Alexa and Becky said Peter told her…


“Earth.. Are you in there, huh?” Alexa was shaking him lightly and he shook his head, tearing his eyes off of Viv for a few minutes to glare at Alexa. “Don’t you have a date? Or somebody else to annoy tonight? Look, you’re my friend but you have got to stop doin this, okay? If it happens, it happens. If not..”


“That is not even an option, okay? You have to make some kind of move for anything to happen! Viv’s not… She’s not good at picking up on silent stares and their not so subtle meanings, okay? Look, I’ve roomed with her and I’ve heard the shit she goes through, I know how her mind is.”


“And?”

“And I’m just saying, either you make a move or someone else will.. Because I know someone else who kind of likes her.”


“Who?” he demanded and Alexa shook her head. “I’ll only help you out by telling if you at least walk over and say hey.. You better hurry though because it looks like you’re not the only one watching her and the other guy is walking her way now.”


As he walked away, Alexa rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. “Easier than taking candy from an oversized manchild. And now, I’ve done my good deed for the new year. I deserve a drink.” and she skipped away to the table where the booze was located, pouring herself a drink as she watched the party around her.


==


Everybody was doing their own thing and I was bored. So bored.. and at least three quarters of the way to a happier and buzzed state of mind where everything, where all the shit didn’t matter. I’d shoved my earbuds in and I was listening to Bon Jovi and humming along badly offkey while whipping my head around and stopping to take occasional sips of my drink when I turned abruptly and found myself body to body with Dean Ambrose.


wow… his chest is really firm… and his cologne is yummy… and I felt like an idiot when I realized he was talking to me. I slipped out my earbuds and my hand raised to my mouth. “Sorry, I was.. This,” I gestured to the DJ Nikki had apparently hired, “It’s not music? Yeah.. I was just kinda doing my own thing and I didn’t mean to bump into you.” my eyes darted to the bottle in his hand and I licked my lips and sipped from my own bottle.


“What’s that?” Dean nodded to my bottle and I lowered it, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand as I drawled, “Rum.. Malibu Rum. It’s kinda my go to… Nevermind, it’s dumb. What’s yours?” I eyed his bottle and to my surprise, he held it out, the ambery contents sloshing slightly over the neck of the bottle making me laugh. I took it but held out my bottle too and he eyed it warily before finally shrugging and turning it up when I turned his up. The bitterness of the whiskey set my teeth on edge and it had my  throat burning and it had this strong cinnamon taste that I recognized almost instantly and smirked. “Fireball.”


Dean grimaced and held my bottle back to me, shaking his head. “Alcohol’s not supposed to be that damn sweet.”


“It’s got coconut.” I get the worst giggles when I drink, I swear and another escaped my lips followed by a quiet burp which made him snicker and just sort of stare at me a few seconds. “What?”


“Nothin, it’s nothin.. Look, I hate this shit.. Only came because I kinda told Roman and his woman I’d come out and be social and not sit in my room on New Years..” he was shuffling his feet and I found myself shoved against him when some of the others ran past, shouting and laughing, heading in the direction of the hot tub.  Becky stopped long enough to ask if I wanted to go too and I shook my head, giving her the thumbs up instead.


“You coulda.”

“I’m really not in the mood to watch Nikki and the others shoving their tongues down their dates throats.” I shook my head and added quickly, “Not because I’m jealous because I’m not.” and Dean chuckled. “Do you wanna go outside? It’s really crowded in here.” I blurted it out figuring he’d make up some excuse and mysteriously vanish but instead, he chuckled and nodded. “ ‘S like I said. I only came because I promised Roman and his woman I wouldn’t spend New Years Eve alone. Dunno why it mattered.”


“Because nobody should.”

“You were gonna though.” he blurted it out and for just a second, he swore awkwardly and I bit my lip. I shrugged. “I’m kinda used to it?” we both blurted it out at the same time and I couldn’t help but laugh a little, softly.


“C’mon. We have booze and I have tunes.. We can get out of here.. That way, technically, you’re not breaking your promise to Roman, you’re with a friend… And I don’t get smashed and try and light a bar on fire and dance or something..”


“Light a bar on fire and dance, huh? When was this?” Dean eyed me intently and I shook my head. “College.” I muttered, my eyes lingering on his lips as a heated blush rose to my cheeks and I quickly tore my eyes away.


We’d left the party behind us and we were coming up on a playground, both of us quietly sipping from the bottles in our hands. I nodded to the playground and then admitted, “Sometimes, whenever we’re in a town and I find a playground I just go sit out on the swings at night? That’s weird, why the hell did I say that.. Sorry..”


Dean chuckled and shook his head, giving me a smirk that until now, I’d only seen him use when casually flirting with somebody.  …. riiight because he’s being nice…. he’s not flirting with you, dork


“Back in Ohio.. The gym I used to train in had one down the block.. Took my cousin out there a time or two and pushed her on the swingset..” Dean got this kind of sad look in his eyes and muttered something, grumbled to himself and shook his head. “That’s cool. I bet she had fun.”


“She did.. So did I.. was like shit was normal, ya know?”


“Yeah.. I think I know exactly what you mean, oddly enough.” I’d chosen a swing and sat down, Dean was sort of awkwardly standing behind me, pushing the swing now and then. “Where did you live? I mean before you got signed?”


“ This shitty little oilfield slash farming town in Texas.. My dad had a ranch and he did a lot of rodeo before the accident. Then my mom left, took me and moved us to Detroit and I was fucking miserable.” I admitted it out loud as Dean listened intently. I looked up and over at him and asked him about Ohio and he shrugged. “I was fuckin miserable too.”


“ Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be a downer.” I sighed and shook my head. “I’m really awful at this whole conversation thing?” I took a few more sips and he chuckled, shrugging. “It’s just kinda nice to have somebody to talk to.”


“Yeah, it really is.” I found myself doing it again, staring at his lips. We realized what time it was, almost 2:30 and he yawned, stretching. I did the same and we walked back to the hotel mostly in silence, me thinking I’d probably just had a really good time but I’d made things weird and awkward with the way I always seemed to make things just a little too awkward or pull the mood down.


I stood in front of my door and smiled. “I had fun. I’m going to go crash now.. I’ll, umm.. I’ll see you around?”


“Yeah, definitely.” Dean gave me a smile and after this awkward but friendly hug that I surprised myself by pulling him into, he turned and walked down the hall, going to his own room a few doors down.


I was barely in my room and flopped on the bed when my phone blew up with texts. Rolling onto my stomach, I laughed at the texts Becky sent me, before responding.


→ Yes. I just got in.

→ It was fun. We talked.

→ pretty sure he thinks I’m weird though. My awkwardness strikes again.

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Ballroom Night 2

Warnings: Wedding, lots of feels. That’s all.

Word Count: A lot. Not too long.

Note: Sorry this took so long. I hope that you guys like this, and maybe I’ll write a honeymoon and more.

*******

“Will you marry me Y/n Y/l/n?”

Matthew’s voice rang in my ears as I get ready to go back to my apartment to meet Karen. He already had a ring, even before things started to heat up between us. It was his grandmother’s engagement ring. I stare down at the 3 carat princess cut rock on my finger. Before I notice Matthew wraps his arms around my waist and starts peppering my neck with kisses.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles into my neck in between kisses.

“Yes, yes it is,” I say as I turn around to kiss him. I have to get up on my tiptoes, and even then he has to lean down a little bit to kiss me. He tastes sweet like chocolate and honeysuckle.

“I was talking about you. Would you like to know what my grandmother told me when she gave me this?” I kiss him instead of answering out loud. He nods and continues. “She told me that I had to give it to the girl whose love gave me the ability to see again. You do that for me. When I see you I don’t see the world on fire I’m used to. I see a cerulean blue.You help me see. Ever since the first time I heard your voice at Josie’s bar.”

“Ugh! That was horrible. I am so glad you couldn’t see how bad I looked that day.” I was wearing a frumpy sweater and baggy sweat pants. My hair was up in a messy bun and I was drinking heavily.

“You were sauced!” I feel his laugh deep inside his chest. “You still looked better than any woman I’ve ever see,” he says sincerely.

“Matt, you are blind!” I laugh poking him the chest.

“There are other ways to see Y/n,” he says while kissing me. “I’m going go to work early. I’ve got to get everything done before we take one month off,” he kisses me deeply. Its strange, he does it with such intensity that I feel like he’s trying to make up for something. “for our honeymoon.”

“Well, then at least let me fix your tie before you go.” I retie it and rake my hands through his hair. He huffs figuring I messed up his hair, and I did. “Every day your tie is crooked. Why?”

“When you first came to work with me my tie was crooked and you graciously fix it for me. I was practically head over heels right then. From then on i always made sure my tie was crooked so you could fix it for me. So I could have you close even if it was only for a short time.” He smiles again. God I love that smile.

“Well, after today you’ll have me close for the rest of our lives.”

“Do you think it was a good idea keeping this from Foggy and Karen?” he asks looking at me with worried eyes.

“I don’t think they would object to us. Think of their faces when you pull Foggy up to be your best man, and I send Karen down the aisle as a last minute brides maid.” I start giggling in a fit, and Matt starts tickling me. “Stop! Stop! Matt please stop!”

“All right, I’ll see you later,” he kisses me then gives me a smirk. “Don’t be late.”

“Fine, but stop kissing me you’ll mess up my make-up,” I tease. “Messy make-up is very unprofessional.” At that he pulls me flush to his chest.

“I like it.” He kisses all over my face. “It’s cute.”

“Its time for you to go.” I give him a quick kiss and shove him out the door. “Bye.” I close the door and press my back against it. I hear Matt’s faint voice for the other side.

“I need my cane sweetie.” Dammit! I open the door and smile sheepishly.

“Here you go Murdock. Make mama proud today.” I shut the door only to rip it back open. “I love you, and don’t do any stupid parkore. We aren’t going to be able to afford this wedding if we have to keep buying those canes.”

He gives me a quick peck on the lips and smiles at me. “No promises!” he says as he takes off down the stairs.

All this Daredevil stuff is taking it out on my health. I mean when I first learned about Matt’s extracurriculars I wasn’t that shocked. It was, to say the least, a surprise. I suspected Matt was doing something at night when he would go out. I thought he was cheating at first, but then he would come home with all these cuts and bruises. When I told him I was leaving he spilled.

He said he didn’t tell me because he was afraid he’d lose me. I called bullshit, but ended up staying anyway. I can’t leave Matt. I wont leave him. The thing is, overtime he goes out I have the sinking feeling that he’s never coming back.

A tear slips down my cheek. I pull myself for my awful daydream to look at the clock. 7:23. Im going to be late getting back to my apartment. Why does Karen insist on us going to the wedding together?

I grab my keys and my purse and rush out the door. The wedding is this afternoon. I need to get ready with Karen. I might just have to tell Karen. God! I’m so late.

**

“Well, there you are. I thought you would never come to the door.” Karen smiles at me as she walks in.

“Yeah, I was in the bathroom. I could hear you in there.” What I wanted to say was, “Actually, I was climbing through the window, because to day is my wedding day and Matt and i decided it would have to be a surprise.”

“Lets get ready!” she yells smiling like an idiot. “It’s your big day!”

“WHAT!” Utterly shocked is the only way to describe it.

“Please Y/n. You have practically no friends besides Foggy, Matt, and I. I’ve noticed the plunging neck lines.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I want to know who have you been keeping from us. Matt and I were talking a few weeks ago. I told him I think you have a new boyfriend. Plus you forgot to take the ring off last week when you came into work.”

“Well, I guess my secrets out. It was supposed to be a surprise,” I whine.

“Well, who is it? Matt said you told him, but he said he was sworn to secrecy! Tell me Y/n. Who’s your Knight in Shinning Armor?”

“You will just have to wait, wont you?” I smile. That was a close one. At least it will still be a surprise.


**

“You never told me that Matt was friends with your guy.” Karen says as she peeking into the church.

“Why do you say that?” I have no idea what would give her that thought.

“Beside that fact there is no groom at the alter and Matt is up there with Foggy. Matt’s the best man, right?” she asks as she gets ready to walk with me down the aisle. Making sure everything is in its place.

The music behind to play and the doors open slowly. I see Foggy standing next to Matt whispering in his ear. He’s probably asking where the groom is.

“Not quite,” I answer. She looks at me, and I can see all the pieces fitting together in her mind. Karen jaw drops as she looks at Matt. I can hear her whisper under her breath “I knew it!”

Down the aisle, Foggy hits Matt on the arm as the realization hits him too. We are the ones getting married.

I finally lay my eyes solely on Matt. He took off his glasses today, and his tie is crooked. Him and his damn ties. He’s wearing a black tux and shiny shoes. I once told him I like shiny shoes and thought they were handsome. He’s been wearing them ever since. His hair is combed and it looks like he’s staring right at me. Honestly, if I didn’t know it I wouldn’t even thing Matt was blind.

“I love you!” I whisper under my breath barely loud enough to hear, but I know he does. His smile widens and I see a single tear run down his cheek. He winks at me.


**

The ceremony drags on. I don’t even notice it though. I just stare at Matt whispering I love you over and over.

“The vows.” The Father says. “Matt.”

“Y/n, I fall more and more involve with you each day. The way you hum when you’re making coffee at the office. The way you sing off key while making breakfast. The way you tiptoe around in the morning when you don’t think I’m up yet. Even though I can’t see you the way other people can I can see your beauty.” He takes a deep breath and another tear falls. “When we were just friends I would smile every time you walked into the room and I heard your voice. It meant that the day was going to be perfect. I love you so much. My heart doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. So today I ask you to accept this ring and become my wife for better or worse.”

He slides the thin band onto my finger and I hear the tiny *clink* as it touches my engagement ring. I faintly hear the Father say my name. Here it goes.

“Matthew, you are the last man I had every thought I would see here standing in front of me. Now, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You give my world light Matthew. You, with all of your flaws and the mistakes you make. Every time you get your tie crooked.” I smiled as the tears fell and I fixed his tie. “I wouldn’t change you for the world. The exact moment I knew I was in love with you was on my birthday. We were on the couch watching some old Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies. You had fallen asleep and I was starting to dose off too. I rested my head on your chest and I could hear your steady heart beat. So strong and steady. I looked up and kissed your cheek.”

“Maybe now isn’t the best time to tell you,” Matt starts. “but I wasn’t asleep.” He gives me a wink, and gets a collective laugh from our family and friends.

“Smooth move Murdock. Now I ask you to accept this ring and become my husband for better or worse.” I grab the silver band from Karen, and slide it on Matt’s finger.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The Father says smiling at us.

Matt does as he is told and pulls me in for a heart stoping kiss. His large Hands hold me tight against him. The heat from his body seeping into my skin. It feels like hours, but I know its only been a few seconds. I pull away smiling.

“By the way, I know that you weren’t asleep. Your heart rate quickened when I touched you.” I give his a quick peck on the lips.

“Smooth move MRS. MURDOCK.” toratoratoramikey bitch-what-get-classy

My Boys Drabbles - Sunburn

Here goes one last drabble before I take a break for a while. To all of you who haven’t had your prompts answered yet, know that I’ve kept all of them for the future.

@jia911, thank you for proofreading this so fast.

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as an independent one shot.

  • The Prompt:

@shepherdess-amelia wanted a romantic story of newlyweds Owen and Amelia.

  • Timeline:

This one sets a couple of weeks after Omelia’s wedding.


Sunburn

Amelia was lying awake on her stomach in bed, exhausted, blissfully happy and unable to gather enough energy to open her eyes.

She was about to doze off when she felt Owen’s lips tracing a path on her bare back. Her muscles twitched when she was assaulted by his ticklish kisses. His soft laughter at her body’s reaction echoed throughout the room, waking her up completely.

“What do you want to do today?” Owen asked, lying down with the side of his face on her back.

“I think we just did it,” Amelia teased, with a naughty smile on her lips. She was still recovering from their amazing lovemaking just minutes before.

Owen laughed and lifted his head, leaning over her to get a better look of her face.

“Come on… It’s a beautiful day outside, unusually beautiful for June, and I would like to spend some time outdoors. Let’s go do something?”

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And The Pretty Girls Waved

FF.N <-read here as well

Word Count:1,213
Warnings: NONE. its so fluffy. 


Summary: You are out with Sam, getting a few supplies for the bunker, when a group of females wave and giggle at Sam.


You leaned against the handle bar of the shopping cart in front of you, hands gripping it tight. “What else is on the list?” Sam asked, turning to you and placing a few boxes of things into the empty cart. You both had opted to go grocery shopping, seeing as how the bunker was practically empty now.

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Ally - Michael Clifford

Words: 2,106
Warnings: Violence mention
Pairing: Michael x Reader
“Mikey look! A toad!” you shouted at the small boy across the creek from you.
“Gross! Lemme see!” he shouted back, running to you.
You and Michael were best friends, and had been since you were born. You were now both 10 years old and were playing in the woods behind your house.
You picked up and toad and shoved it towards Michael. It ended up hitting him right in the face.
“Aw, gross!” he screamed as the toad proceeded to pee all over him.
You couldn’t do anything but laugh.
“Y/N, get that thing away from me!” he cried, pushing your arm away from him.
You giggled and put the toad on the ground next to a tree. “Come on Michael, let’s go get you cleaned up.” You slung your arm over his shoulder as you both walked back to your house.

*7 years later*

“Babe, who is that and why is he looking at you?” Luke asked you. He squeezed your hand and subtly nodded at the boy with red hair, clad in black, leaning up against the brick wall of the school. It was Michael.
You hadn’t really talked to Michael since grade school. You had been such good friends; you had gone through everything together. Breakups, puberty, good relationships, family troubles, bullies, everything. Anything that happened to you, you had told to him, and vice versa. You were always in each other’s lives, even if it was just in the background.
But he had starting hanging out with not-so-great people and started doing not-so-great things. He always wore black, he got piercings, he got tattoos, he dyed his hair. He started sleeping around, doing drugs, partying, the lot. You knew you couldn’t stay around someone like him, so you “broke it off.” Not really, though, because you never dated. You just stopped talking altogether. And now, here you were, senior year of highschool, pretending not to know him.
“I don’t know, let’s just go to class,” you whispered back as you entered your school.
“Actually, I have something for you…you know, for our 2 ½ year anniversary,” Luke smirked, biting his lip ring.
Your face lit up. “Aw, babe!” you giggled. “What is it?”
“You’ll see,” he responded, pulling you to his locker. He put in the combination of his lock and pulled open the door, grabbing a small, nearly flat box out of it. Then he handed it to you.
You opened it and pulled out a beautiful golden locket. “Oh my gosh, baby, it’s beautiful…” you whispered in shock.
“It’s one of a kind, just like you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you gently.
You kissed him back, smiling through the kiss. You pulled back soon, not wanting to get in trouble for PDA.
You rolled the locket over in your hands. On the back, there was a small engraving in the gold.
For Ally, all my love. -Luke
You looked up at him, eyes wide, and whispered, “What?”
He gazed back down at you, confusion contorting his face. “What what?” he asked.
You raised your voice as tears welled up behind your eyes. “Who the hell is Ally?”
“Wait what?” Luke ripped the locket out of your hands and quickly scanned the back.
“Shit,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Lucas, what was that?” you yelled.
“Babe, I’m sorry…” he mumbled, shoving the locket back into his locker and slamming the door.
“No, who the hell is Ally?” You jabbed him in the chest with your index finger.
“Please lower you voice,” he whispered.
“No! Who the hell is Ally?” you repeated.
He paused and sighed. “She’s a girl…”
“No shit, asshole, who is she to you?”
“She’s my girlfriend…” he mumbled.
“I’m your girlfriend!” you yelled.
He put his hand behind his neck and lowered his gaze to the ground. “Yeah, well…”
“How long have you been with Ally?” you asked.
He mumbled his first reply. You told him to speak up and he replied, “11 months today.”
“How could you?” you cried, lifting his eyes back to yours.
“Baby girl, I’m sorry!” he responded, trying to pull you to him.
You pushed on his chest, shoving him backwards into the row of lockers. They made a metallic clanging noise that ricocheted around the hallways. “Stay away from me, Lucas Robert Hemmings.”
“Princess,” he called to you as you were walking away.
You turned to face him while continuing to walk, backwards, and said, “Stop calling me princess.”
Then you turned and walked out the door and out of his life.

You walked down the pavement to your car parked in front of the school building. You climbed in and started the car As you were driving home, you were congratulating yourself.
“Hell yeah you just did that,” and “You go girl,” came out of your mouth multiple times.
But soon you ran out of things to keep yourself numb.
The dams holding back your tears turned to dust and you couldn’t reign in the salty droplets streaming down your cheeks. Your driving worsened as your vision blurred, but soon enough you were home.
You pulled your backpack out of the backseat and slung it onto your back, somberly remembering that you hadn’t even made it to first period.
“Just make it inside, just make it inside, just make it inside…” you continued to whisper to yourself to try to keep it together.
You did. You got inside, flung your backpack onto the table, and broke down. You fell to your knees and cried. You couldn’t handle everything. Anything. Nothing. You breathed and you smelled Luke. You looked around and you saw Luke’s possessions. Your favorite red flannel that he had given to you, claiming that you looked better in it than him.
The teddy bear that he had bought you for your one-year. His hair gel in the bathroom. His ripped jeans in your room.
About ten minutes later, you had cried yourself dry. Well, at least that’s what you thought. So you got up, retrieved your trusty gallon of chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer, a blanket, and some pillows and plopped yourself down on the couch.
Then came the worst part.
You had access to Netflix through your Playstation. The Playstation that you and Luke played on when he came over. You would play each other in Call of Duty, fake pouting when he won, which he did every time. He would try to cheer you up and it would usually turn into makeout or cuddle session, whichever you both favored. The Playstation that he would play while you slept in his arms. The Playstation that you beat him on Guitar Hero countless times on.
“You can do it. Start it up, you got this,” you encouraged yourself.
Eventually you mustered enough courage to get it running and you chose to watch The Princess Bride to begin your girly, estrogen-filled chick flick marathon. You made it maybe twelve minutes into the movie before you felt a subconscious tear slip out of the corner of your eye.
“What the hell?” you asked yourself, wiping it away, but they didn’t stop. Soon you accepted it. They just kept spilling over the edge and your couldn’t get them to quit.
Crying, eating ice cream, and watching chick flicks, you thought, I’m such a damn mess.
Halfway through the movie, the gallon of ice cream, and your new box of tissues, you got a text from one of your school friends.
“Hey, so I heard what happened with you and Luke,” it read.
Soon you got another text from another school friend. It read the same.
In came another.
And another.
And another.
You thought it was over, but you were wrong. The tears came flooding out of your eyes and splashed onto your phone screen.
The whole school knew about your breakup. Fantastic.
You chose to ignore the texts and focus on the perfect love stories of the characters on your TV screen.
Seven hours later, you got attacked with more texts, seeing as school had just gotten out.
You were just about to start Notting Hill when your doorbell rang.
You really didn’t feel like making human contact or getting up, not at all. Maybe if you just didn’t move they would leave? Or maybe think that you just weren’t home?
The ringing was persistent.
So was your stubbornness not to answer the door.
Soon you heard an actual knock, then a very muffled voice.
“Y/N, I know you’re home, I can see your Netflix home screen.”
You sighed loudly and stood up. Blankets and tissues fell off your lap as you walked to the door. You unlocked it and pulled it open. As you did so, you mumbled, “What do you-”
You were cut off by being engulfed in someone’s arms. They pulled you close and hooked their chin over your shoulder. Their hands rested on the small of your back and they held you close to them with power and force.
You didn’t know who was holding you, but you recognized them. Their arms, the way they hugged you, their scent. It smelled just like…
Michael.
You pulled back, pushing on his shoulders. “Oh my god, Michael…” you whispered when you saw his face. He smiled and you pulled him back into a hug.
You stood their in his embrace for a long time. The perfect amount of time.
He reached up and put his hands on the back of your neck and pulled you away from him only to lean forward and rest his forehead on yours. You could feel his fire-colored hair and his eyebrow piercing against your eyebrow.
“Are you okay?” he whispered to you.
You bit your lip and closed your eyes, not moving from your current position. “I’m not,” you whispered back.
He sighed and pulled away from you. For the first time since grade school, you really looked him over. You saw the passion, the fire in his eyes. And you saw the split in his cheek. And you saw the blood dripping from his bruised and busted knuckles.
“Oh my god, Michael! What did you do?”
He shrugged and stared deeply into your eyes. “I taught that shitbag a god damn lesson.”
You didn’t know what to say. Were you sad? Sure, you felt bad that Michael had probably unleashed hell on Luke, but were you sorry? Hell no. So what were you supposed to say?
After a few moments of thoughtful consideration, you simply said, “Don’t fucking swear around me.”
He laughed a real laugh, smiled a real smile. You did too.
“Oh, right!” you cried. “Come in, sorry about that.”
He stepped past you and beheld the scene before him.
“Y/N…” he whispered.
“Hey, it’ll be alright. I’ll be alright. I just…I just need some time alone to heal,” you responded.
“Well I can, I can go…” he said, using his thumb to point to the door.
“No!” you cried. “No, please. Please stay.”
He smiled and wrapped you in another hug. After you were released, you plopped back onto the couch and patted the seat next to you, implying that he should put his butt next to yours.
He sat down without much hesitation and kicked his clunky, buckled boots onto the table that was currently holding your ice cream and tissues.
“So, what do you want to watch?” you asked him, rubbing your puffy eyes.
“Anything your want, princess. You’re the strong one.”
With that, you broke down again. Princess. Princess. He had to say princess, didn’t he.
“Oh Christ, I’m so sorry, did I say something?” he asked anxiously.
“P-Princess. He always c-called me princess,” you sobbed.
“Come here, come here,” he whispered, and you collapsed into his chest. And you cried. You cried a lot. You were positive you were leaving a wet spot on his black shirt, but you didn’t think he would mind.
Lying there on your best friend’s chest after not talking to each other for years, you cried yourself to sleep.

First meeting prompt nr 1 - Naruto and Sasuke

Narusasu Modern AU in which Sasuke is blind and Naruto’s dog wants to play with Sasuke’s guide dog and that how they first meet, requested by mrandmrseverlark

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“Hey, Kurama! Stop pulling!”

Naruto was fighting a losing battle, trying to keep his one-year-old dog from dragging him over to where a guy sat on a bench, his dog next to him. He really was trying to teach Kurama how to behave, even went to a puppy course and everything, but sometimes the Finnish Spitz made a decision and stuck to it stubbornly, completely ignoring Naruto’s protests. 

Right now, Kurama’s fluffy tail was waggling happily, his eyes set on the dog resting in front of the bench. Naruto dug his heels into the ground when they got close to stop Kurama from greeting the other dog, wondering why the dark-haired owner hadn’t noticed him yet. 

“Umm, excuse me,” he started, sitting down to hold Kurama back. “My dog seems to really want to greet yours, is it okay?”

The man turned towards him, eyes hidden underneath stylish, black sunglasses. 

“What kind of dog is it?” the man asked, his voice calm with a nice tone to it that Naruto couldn’t help but find slightly attractive. 

Confused, it took him a moment to realize that the question wasn’t strange. The almost white Labrador Retriever was, in fact, a guide dog.

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Tired Yet, Part Two - Pietro Maximoff

Requested by anonymous. 
Part One.

“Hey,” you said, walking into one of the many conference rooms in the Avengers’ Tower. You sat down in Pietro’s lap and tilted your head up to kiss him.

“Hello,” he responded with a smile. You turned and looked at your father who was sitting at the head of the table. He smiled at you which was odd because every time you and Pietro shared a display of affection he cringed.

“Dad?” you asked, suddenly concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, they will be soon,” he said, closing the file in front of him. Maria Hill walked in a moment later and took the file from him, glancing at you nervously. 

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Y/N,” Tony began. “There’s a new threat that we need to take care of.”

“With Hydra?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, when do we suit up?”

“You aren’t suiting up this time, honey.”

“Why not?!” you asked, standing up.

“Y/N, now is not the time.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, just tell me.” He took the file back from Maria and handed it to you. You sat down and opened the file, finding the man you were going after. “Oh my god,” you said, covering your mouth.

“Please just skip this one out.”

“Hell no. If he’s going to be there, then so am I.”

“Y/N-”

“No. I deserve to be there. He didn’t hurt anyone like he hurt me. I deserve to be there when we take him in.” Tony sighed and nodded. 

“You’re never leaving my sight, got it?”

“Whatever you say, boss,” you said before leaving the room. You felt a gush of air as Pietro raced next to you in the hallway.

“Hey, what was all that back there?” he asked in confusion.

“My dad wanted me to skip this mission because the Hydra operative we’re going after. I used to date him.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, and he was a huge asshole, so I’d like a chance to punch him at least once, ya know?” you asked with a small smile. Pietro chuckled and wrapped his arm around you. 

“Well, we better get training,” he said, dragging you with him down to the training room.


“Tired yet?” Pietro asked, panting as he lay over you later that night. You pushed him off of you and got up from the bed, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. You pulled your shirt back on and looked back at Pietro. He had his head propped up on his hand and was smiling at you.

“What?” you asked with a smile.

“I love you.”

“Good, I love you, too,” you said, sitting down next to him.

“I’m serious,” he said, kissing the top of your thigh.

“So am I,” you said as you rubbed lotion on your legs. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, suddenly very interested in the pattern of your sheets. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

“Piet.”

“While you were training with Natasha, I looked deeper into the file for this mission.” You rolled your eyes and looked at him.

“And?” 

“I don’t want you to go either,” he began. You stood up and threw up your hands.

“It’s not for you or my dad to decide.”

“Y/N, he’s killed a lot of people, I won’t let him hurt you, too.”

“He’s not going to. Remember, I can do this,” you said, wiggling your fingers to produce some of the electricity you controlled. Pietro smiled slightly yet still looked at you in concern. “You’re not stopping me from going,” you said firmly. Pietro flopped back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish you would reconsider.”

“You’ve seen me fight before, you know I can handle myself. How is this time any different?”

“It just is. Please, for me?”

“No. I’m going on the mission. That’s final.” Pietro sighed and rolled his eyes. You put on pants and slammed the door on your way out.


Anger was the only thing coursing through your body as you continually punched into the punching bag. How dare they try to tell you that you couldn’t fight. You were just as much of an Avenger as they were. You had the right to fight. You felt your knuckles break open, but didn’t care. You continued punching, imagining your ex-boyfriend’s face in the bag.

It had been years since you saw him, yet you were still hurting. It felt like only yesterday that you caught him with another woman, and he told you that he never wanted to see you again. You pretended that it was nothing, like you weren’t even that involved in the relationship, but your heart was in pieces. For years after you broke up, you wished that you could go back to the way it was. You felt that way up until you met Pietro. 

“Y/N!” You broke free from your thoughts and turned to see Wanda standing a couple feet away from you, worry written across her face. It was only then that you realized that your hands were bleeding heavily, the stains covering the punching bag.

“Sorry, I was just off-”

“It’s okay. Let me clean you up,” she said, bringing a hot rag to your hands. You let out a string of curses as she washed away the blood. You notice her glance up at you periodically and let out a very audible groan. “What?”

“Please don’t tell me you came down here to try and convince me not to go.” She looked down and sighed. “Dammit, Wanda!” you said, pulling away your hands.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“This isn’t any different than any other mission.”

“I know, it’s just- We’re all worried about you.”

“Well maybe you could worry about the mission instead. I’m fine. I’m willing to fight.” 

“I know you are. I’m not going to stop you. I believe in you,” she said, grabbing your hands again to continue bandaging them.

“Thank you.”


The morning of the mission came in two days, and you and Pietro had hardly spoken to each other at all. You walked onto the hovercraft and took a seat next to Pietro. He smiled at you but didn’t say anything. You flew in silence for a few hours, the only time you spoke was to Thor to make polite conversation. When you finally arrived at your destination, you grabbed Pietro’s hand before he got off. You stood on your tip toes to kiss him softly. He placed a hand in your hair and kissed you back. 

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you, too.”

“Fight by me?” you whispered. He nodded and kissed you again before walking off the ship with you. Steve gave you all instructions and you walked through the abandoned city with Pietro at your side. Your hands were opened, ready to attack. 

The city was abandoned, the Iron Men that your father had built already led them out a few hours before. You heard gunshots a couple of blocks up and turned to look at Pietro. He nodded at you and the two of you ran towards the noise. When you got there, Wanda, Steve, Natasha, Clint and your father were already there. 

Everything seemed to slow down when you saw him again. His name came out in a whisper as you saw him, and he turned towards you with a wicked grin. You pushed on your hands and electricity began to spark from them. He smiled even bigger at that and made his way over to you as the other Avengers fought off his henchmen.

“Well, that certainly is new,” he said, holding two guns in his hands.

“Stand down. There’s no way you can win this fight,” you warned. He chuckled and set the gun. 

“You’re wrong about that. You were always wrong about me, weren’t you?” he asked with a smirk. You flared your nostrils and shot electricity towards him, he fell back and you could feel the static run through his body. You knew that he wasn’t going to get back up yet you kept shocking him. You heard your name being called faintly, but all you could focus on was all the pain that he had caused you. You continued shocking him, wanting him to hurt in all the ways that he hurt you.

“Y/N.” You glanced over and saw Pietro standing a few inches from you. “Tired yet?” You smiled and dropped your hands, falling down to your knees. You heard heavy breathing and knew that you hadn’t killed him. You regained your breathing before looking back up at Pietro. He held out a hand and you took it. As soon as you were upright he pulled you closed to him and held you close in his arms. 

“I told you I could do it,” you whispered. 

“I should have believed you. I love you,” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, too,” you replied, flipping off your ex as you jumped into Pietro’s arms and started making out with him.

Boys Suck

Ship: Nalu

Story Type: Multi Chapter, Fluffy

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Levy McGarden

Summary: “Would you like anything written on the cake? You know… Happy Birthday, Congratulations so and so?” He asked. “Yeah,” I responded. “Do you think you could write something along the lines of ‘Boys Suck?”

For @xdrawings-x

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