yeah but this babe though

Professionalism- A Cedric Diggory Imagine

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up after part two of Alone Together! I think I’m slowly running out of the beginner-blog motivation I had. Hopefully I can get at least another two imagines up by the end of this week though! Enjoy, my loves.

Request from Anon: Cedric x reader. Cedric is watching his girlfriend play quidditch. Some of the guys from the other team talk about what they’d like to do to her sexually. Cedric shows them who you belong to when she returns to the ground.

Originally posted by infinitepossibilitiesofficial

Cedric stared up into the sky, watching blurred colors of yellow and black zoom back and forth across the pitch. He squinted slightly, as the sunshine was beginning to make it difficult to see. Although, that wouldn’t break his concentration for a moment. He was invested in this scrimmage match, knowing that it would determine the rest of the season’s chances of winning the cup. Nothing could break him of the trance he was in, watching the different techniques of the prospective players.

Well, nothing except your name, of course.

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Halfway || Conor Maynard

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

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Word Count: 1.1k+

Summary: In which you’ve never seen Conor halfway drunk until now. 

Dedicated too: Everyone who just requested some Conor loving, sorry for not getting imagine out today. My family insisted I spend the hole day with them so yeah.. (Hopefully posting two more tonight though!!)

“Babe, how much did you have to drink tonight?”

Conor shrugs, pushing his face further into the crook of your neck and yawning softly. “M'not sure.”

You sigh and run your fingers through his hair, rocking gently from side to side as Conor continued to cling onto you like a koala.

You’d never seen Conor at this stage of drunkenness before. You’d obviously seen tipsy Conor, and you’d had to deal with fucking hammered Conor on more than one occasion; but you’d not yet experienced halfway Conor.

You didn’t know exactly how much he’d had to drink, evident by the worried frown on your face as you play with his curls - but when you feel him hug you even tighter and mumble incoherently into your shoulder: all you can do is be happy that he’s here with you.

“Come on, let’s go get you some water.” You coax him to his feet and can’t help but smile when he wobbles slightly and giggles at his own drunkenness. You lead him into the kitchen slowly, and seat him on one of stools that tucked under your breakfast bar. As you begin to prepare his drink, you glance at him over your shoulder it’s a smile. “Remind me in the morning to thank Joe for taking the cab home with you.”

He snorts and lays his head in his arms on the countertop. “Baby, I don’t think I’m gonna remember my own name tomorrow morning, let alone whatever you just said.”

You chuckle and turn around, placing the glass of filtered water in-front of him and brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Drink this.”

He stares at the glass and whines, glancing up at you with a pout on his face. “All of it?”

“All of it.” You repeat sternly, though your face softens when he picks up the glass with a displeased expression and begins to chug it. You press your lips together to hide your smile, especially when he looked up at you once the glass was empty and sheepishly asked for more. You nod and walk over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of smart water and swapping his glass with it. “Take this up to bed with you.”

He nods, and yawns, his entire face scrunching up cutely. You grin and rest your elbows on the counter, simply watching him with a smile for a moment before he looked up from the
marble worktop and into your eyes. “Can you cuddle with me?”

You nod, and he smiles widely, but your next sentence makes his face drop in disappointment. “I’ll cuddle you forever, but first you have to shower. You smell like alcohol and clubs and I only just changed the sheets.”

His eyes light up slightly at your words, and you giggle softly, knowing exactly what’d excited him. “Fresh sheets?”

“Freshly ironed.” You confirm, and he almost scrambles out of his chair to rush up the stairs, your eyes widening as you chase after him. “Conor, don’t run! You’ll fall!”

After finally managing to convince him that there wasn’t a spider hiding in the shower curtain, you leave the room but leave the door cracked open seeing as you were only going into your room, which the bathroom connected too anyways.

You’d decided that as much as you loved cuddly, clingy, drunk Conor; you definitely loved sober Conor more. It was a given, really, seeing as tipsy Conor usually had an identity crisis, shit-faced Conor could normally be found falling down random flights of stairs - and now you knew that halfway Conor was deathly afraid that there’d be spiders hiding in the shower curtain waiting to eat him alive.

You wait on the bed, with your legs pulled up to your chest and your glasses on the end of your nose as you scroll through your tumblr feed on your iPad, reblogging a few things and giggling at the photographs of Conor that people had found and posted. You even liked a few, just to spark even more curiousity as to where you were and why you weren’t out with the boys.

The truth was, you just really didn’t feel like clubbing. It was a Saturday night and all you truly wanted to do was curl up with a good book, catch up on some of your favourite shows and enjoy a glass of wine in the comfort of l your own home. Of course Conor had been more than okay with that, and even asked if you wanted him to stay home too, but you insisted that he went out and had fun, seeing as the boys had been planning the night out for weeks and you didn’t want to ruin it for any of them.

After around ten minutes, Conor emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his sister and his hair dripping. You sigh and jump up, placing the iPad down onto the bedside table and picking up one of your earlier discarded towels, just to dry his hair with.

You make sure it’s dry enough not to be dripping anymore and smile at him tenderly, pecking his lips just once before pointing to the pyjamas that you’d laid out for him hours earlier, something you’d done for yourself and anyone else that you lived with since you were thirteen.

He grins and walks over to them, a little more sober after having washed his face and drank some water. He still wobbled a little, but it was nothing too serious: especially not compared to how he had been just an hour ago when he stumbled through the front door with a birthday banner wrapped around his torso even though his birthday wasn’t for another six months.

You slide out of your slippers and into the bed gracefully, an art that you’d perfected over the past few months of finally going for it and splurging on silk sheets. You wriggle your toes beneath the duvet and watch with a smile as Conor, now in a pair of clean underwear and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, walks around the bed and slides into his side. He moans and pulls the sheets up to his chest, inhaling the scent of washpowder for a moment before opening his arms and beckoning you into them.

You smile and rest your head against his chest, your hair tucking his chin as he wrapped his arms loosely around your back and began to play with the lace grin on the top of your underwear. “Did you have a nice night?”

You nod and hum, closing your eyes and inhaling gently. “Did you?”

“Would’ve been better if you were there.” He mumbles, getting more and more tired by the second.

You yawn against his chest and entwine your legs with his, finding the most comfortable position you could before sighing and relaxing against him completely. “Loves you.”

“M'love you too.”

Evak Shopping Adventures Pt. 2 (IKEA)

Read a fic about the boys going to IKEA but it wasn’t long enough to satisfy my thing for Evak shopping for…things. Enjoy! (feel free to add anything you think I missed) You can find part one here

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

  • Because they’re broke af students, they don’t make a habit of going to IKEA often, so when they do, they forget which entrance takes them to the market hall (“Even I swear to God, if I have to climb up another flight of stairs, I’m breaking up with you.)
  • Bathroom mirror selfies. (”Isak, we met in a bathroom, this is like, paying homage to our humble beginnings.” “You gonna waste another forest for posterity too?” “OH my god let that go”)
  • Pointing at the ugliest toy and saying “that’s you” (Even picks up a soft puppy and holds onto it the whole time they’re there. It reminds him of Isak) (they buy it)
  • Making three circles around the bedroom/kitchen/dining areas, even though they’re looking for a desk and a bookshelf. 
  • “Oh my god, our kids are going to have rooms like this” “You want kids?” “Yeah. Obviously.” “Oh. That’s chill. Not right now though?” “Babe, we can barely make rent, how are we supposed to take care of a kid right now?” “Just checking”
  • Laying down on a bed and coming to the conclusion that its way better than Isak’s bed, checking the price, and then remembering that they can’t actually afford it. On every single bed they see. They’re starting to get dirty looks from the employees.
  • Stopping for ribs and chocolate cake because “You make me run every weekend, let me indulge, Even.” 
  • Bbq flavoured kisses aren’t exactly Even’s favourite thing, but he’s willing to sacrifice a little if it means Isak will be all cute with him. He’s striving for #relationshipgoals and goddamnit if feeding each other cake in between small pecks isn’t enough then Even doesn’t know what is.
  • FINALLY finding what they’re looking for, and getting that sweet code to freedom.
  • Even spends fifteen minutes just staring at the plants and puppy dogging the shit outta Isak, and boy does his resolve crumble. They have four new succulents (Even names them all Kanye) (”They’re your responsibility though. Like, I hardly feed myself. I can’t be responsible for them.” “Shhh, I don’t need the Kanyes to hear their other father say shit like this. I feel like I’m the only one trying in this family”)
  • Isak has to drag Even down to the warehouse because he really has to finish that paper and they can’t spend an entire day in IKEA (they have already, though. It’s been four hours and when they get home Isak falls asleep immediately) 
  • “Push me babe” “Ok but if the staff gets mad its your fault” “Sorry! We’re leaving”
  • “What’s the code” “302.130.76″ “Wait, no that’s the one we decided not to get. That’s the small one.” “Shit, I have like a million pictures of these on my phone. Found it. It’s 902.143.08″ “Are you sure?” “Yes, asshole”
  • The lines are approximately two thousand people long and they just sit down next to their cart. Even blows kisses at the woman with the mom haircut (you know exactly which one I’m talking about) when she tsks at them. Fuck her.
  • Stopping for frozen yogurt on their way out. “It tastes like shit” “It’s tradition” “Yeah shitty tradition”
  • “How are we going to get this home on the bus?”
lamb | isaiah jesus

sequel to ‘miracle

You snuggled into the side of the pillow, pulling your knee up to cover over Isaiah’s leg. Only it wasn’t there.

You scowled, lifting your head just enough to look over his side of the bed. You sat up further, looking over to the Moses basket and finding that empty as well.


There was silence as you waited for a response and you had a sudden jolt of panic. He was probably just asleep on the sofa with them or something but…what if?

You threw the duvet back, unwrapping the blankets from your ankles, and dove off the bed. You practically jumped down the stairs, leaning over the back of the sofa. No. Where the hell were they?

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twenty one

request: Please can you write a piece where Harry forgets y/ns birthday? But she tries not to show she’s upset with a happy ending? Xx

no warnings! pure fluff ahead

It was my twenty first birthday. Harry hadn’t mentioned he had any plans for my birthday, but I assumed it was because he was trying to surprise me. I was pretty attuned to what he was doing at all times so if he had even mentioned anything about my birthday I would have figured out in seconds what he was planning. He couldn’t keep a secret from me if his life depended on it.

I woke up on my birthday to an empty bed, which was slightly confusing as I was sure Harry had been in it last night. I rolled over to his side and found a paper on his pillow.

In the studio today. See you later tonight, love you. -H.

I frowned at the note. He was really going to spend my birthday in the studio? Had he forgotten? How could he forget? It was January 26th, just under a week away from his own birthday. There was no way, no way, he could possibly forget my birthday. Maybe he left a present in the kitchen?

I yawned and pulled myself out of bed, padding down the hallway. I searched the kitchen high and low, the living room, I even checked Harry’s closet in our room to see if he was trying to hide it. Nothing. I frowned and bit my cheek. He could have it with him? Not that the present was the point, I just wanted some indication that he hadn’t forgotten my birthday.

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Prepared? (Cal Request)

“And she shoots and she scores!” You grin, slowing yourself down as the ball flies to the back of the net.
“Fuck off” Simon whines, since he still couldn’t seem to beat you yet.
“I may be over 8 months pregnant but I can still beat your ass in football Minter” You laugh.
“Shut up and relax sis. Put your feet up” Your brother, Tobi, chuckles.
You had come to the pitch with Tobi, Manny, Simon and Cal to watch them film. It was one of your favourite things. With your favourite people- two of your brothers, your best friend and your fiance.
“Yeah they are very active today” You smile, resting a hand on your stomach.
“So they should be. Only got another 17 days” Cal points out, walking over to you and kissing you lightly.
You had followed the suit of a ‘football’ sized bump for your almost born sons and had been lucky to only have a small bump for twins in your final month.
Your new flat with Cal had a beautiful nursery room for them already and you had begun to make your list of name ideas. All of the boys couldn’t wait to meet their nephews. Yes, they would all be uncles.
“These kids gonna be the new Ronaldos I’m telling you” Manny comments, a grin on his face.
“Of course” You laugh to your one twin.
“You feeling okay though babe?” Cal asks quickly.
“Yeah babe don’t worry” You nod, “They'rd just letting me know theyre awake”
The boys are half way through filming Simon’s video when the pain in your stomach increases massively.
“Shit” You mutter, resting one hand on your stomach again.
It wasn’t like they were kicking or like they were simply moving around a bit. It was something more. The pain that you could only describe to match the descriptions you had seen in birth books. You were concerned.
Instantly, you grip onto the fence beside you and this is when the boys notice.
“(Y/n)!” Simon exclaims, rushing over to hold you up.
“What’s happening?” Manny questions, followed by the other two boys as he hurries across the short distance.
“I think” You start but stop as a sharp pain shoots through your stomach again, “I think the babies are coming”
“Are you serious?” Cal raises his brows and you can only nod in response, “Holy shit”
“Alright sis, tell us what to do” Tobi nods.
“Simon, get your car” You begin, “Manny, pack away the stuff. Tobi, call up Lux, Harry or Ethan and get them to pick up the hospital bag from our flat. It’s the black one by the door. And Cal, babe, just do whatever you can to keep calm”
All of the boys disperse to their jobs and Cal wraps a strong arm around you to help you to the car.
“Is it okay that theyre this early?” He questions with worry.
“Yes babe, its only 17 days” You nod, getting to the car as quickly as possible.
“Okay” He replies, taking a deep breath, “Are you sure we’re prepared?”
“There’s no going back now” You wince before Simon and him try helping you into the car as much as they can.
~~~Time Skip~~~
A short car journey. An instant check in to the hospital. A prolonged pain that seemed to hurt Cal more than it did you. And eventually, they were here.
Your sons. Their little bodies out into the world. Tiny curls of hair already seemed evident on their heads from what you had seen on their caramel skin.
And he was here. Cal. With sweat beading on his forehead to match yours and a tired look upon his face. His hand still gripped yours in determination to help as much as he could and a sigh of relief passed his lips.
“Would you like to hold your sons?” The midwife asks, now holding two blue wrapped bundles in her arms.
You nod and shuffle to sit up more in bed whilst she places one tiny frame into your arms cautiously and the other into Cal’s arms.
“He’s so little” Cal comments quietly and makes you chuckle.
“He has your eyes” You mention, brushing the hair from his forehead.
Eventually, you’re back to your proper hospital room and the patient boys can finally come in to see their nephews.
“Hey guys!” Simon grins, his voice quiet however.
He’s followed by Manny and Tobi, all of them holding a different balloon. Simon had one of those clear ones that hold different coloured balloons inside, Manny had a blue helium balloon reading ‘its a boy’ and Tobi held the hand of one that was shaped like a cartoon person.
“Hey” Cal smiles, turning to face them with his son proudly in his arms.
“Oh my god this is mad” Manny mentions, all of them crowding round to see the stars of the show.
“Here, Tobi, most reliable first” Cal jokes before handing over the bundle.
“Holy sh-” Your older brother stops himself, “Sugar”
You laugh lightly and Cal returns to your side to collect his other son and hand him to Manny.
“Did you think of names yet?” Simon asks, knowing you had spent the past four months debating between about 8 different names.
You and Cal look to each other and nod, “Yeah, guys, Tobi is holding Theo Tobi Airey”
Your brother’s eyes dart up when you say the second name, “That’s just like my name!”
“Well done T” You chuckle, “And Manny, you’re holding Eddie Manny Airey”
Both of the boys look at each other with the proudest looks on their faces.
“I’ve called all of the guys, and the rest of your family. They’ll be here soon” Simon mentions.
“Thank you so much” You grin.
“And Ethan and Emily are bringing your bag with them” He comments.
“Oka-” You start before pounding feet can be heard down the corridor.
Followed by- “Is she in here? Can we see her?”
You can see the midwife from outside your door look at them with worry before Simon heads out to help.
“They’re all family. They have to be here” He says before he returns, with JJ, Vikk, Josh, Freya, Ethan, Emily, Harry, Lux and Sarah.
“Hey everyone” You laugh, surprised they even got this far into the hospital without being stopped.
This is what your new boys would grow up with. And you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Pretty Bird (Nightwing x reader)

(This includes a Community tv show reference.)

(Y/n) was finishing getting ready for her special date. She snapped her earrings on her earlobes and brushed her hair. The tv in her bedroom had been showing a marathon of Vampire Diaries. Damon Salvatore appeared on screen looking handsome as ever, (Y/n) thought. He had nice eyes and a nice mouth and a nice chin - overall he was lovely! He couldn’t compare to the man she had known for the past five years. A two year beautiful friendship plus a three year intimate relationship.

She sat on the bed, putting on the pair of shoes that went with her outfit and brought out her eyes. Her cellphone buzzed next to her. (Y/n) picked up the phone to find that her date, Dick Grayson, texted her. “Are you sure you want to meet up? You don’t need me to pick you up?” It said. She replied, “I’m sure. Thank you, though. :)” Dick always treated her with respect. (Y/n) called a taxi, waited, and when it arrived, was on her way to meet her boyfriend.

Shortly after she had arrived and paid the driver, who drove like a race car driver because she said she was going on a date and politely said she didn’t want to be late, pulled out her phone and texted Dick, letting him know that she was there. He called her number resulting in her answering, “Hey! Are you here?” “Yeah, babe. I can’t see you though. There’re so many people here!” (Y/n) smiled and told him, “Hold on, let me try something.” She moved the phone away from her mouth and ear and yelled out “PRETTY BIRD!!!” to which Dick responded “THAT’S ME!!!”

(Y/n) giggled and followed the sound of his voice. Soon they stood in front of one another and embraced each other. Dick pulled away just enough to kiss her. When they separated he wrapped an arm around her waist and started walking with her to her favorite restaurant; it became his favorite restaurant too since the day he decided to try every single freaking thing on the menu.

“How are you, (Y/n)?”

“I’m much better now, and you?” She smirked up at him earning a smirk from Dick.

“Same here,” he pecked her cheek. “I know you’ve mentioned how busy the past few weeks for you have been, so I wanted to do something for you.”

“I really appreciate, Dick. Thank you so much. Oh! And the mission?”

“The mission,” he sighed from recalling the incident, “…almost intolerable. Guess what happened at some point.” (Y/n) guessed correctly that Superboy and Wally had a bad argument. “YES! This time it was actually kinda funny to watch. I know I know. It sounds terrible.”

“I mean I kinda have to agree with you. Sometimes their fights can be…” she tried finding the right word.


“More or less. Pretty much, yeah!” She laughed. “Remember when I told you about Rease?” Dick nodded his head interested in everything she told him. “Well after he tried to take credit for the thing I did, someone caught him trying to do the exact same thing with someone else’s project, and he was let go!” Both of them laughed at the incredulity of the situation.

“No way! I thought the bastard would be sneakier than that!” He laughed hard enough to where his eyes slightly watered.

“After all the other things I told you about him, after eight years he finally got his karma! I need some tea because I know it stopped being my business when he stopped trying to mess with me, but oh my God!!!”

“You need your gossip tea? Shame on you,” he joked.

She lightly nudge him in his side with her elbow while trying to hide her smile.

They reached the restaurant and sat at their reserved table. (Y/n) and Dick continued talking when their waiter appeared with a pompous look on his face.

“Hello, my name is Marcus and I will be taking your orders. What would you like to drink?”

(Y/n) and Dick ordered their drinks when Dick saw a tattoo of a cult classic film he recognized. “Nice tattoo, man.”

“It’s cool that you know the reference, too!” (Y/n) smiled.

“Yeah. It’s way better than Die Hard which is a piece of garbage.”

Dick stiffened and frowned, “… I’m sorry?”

“Die Hard has got to be the worst movie ever. I mean seriously? The plot is so unoriginal.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock when the waiter spoke that way about her boyfriend’s favorite film. “Oh sh**,” she thought.

“Die Hard is an amazing movie with a great plot, a great cast, and great suspense. How is it the worst movie ever? Where is the logic in your statement, Mar-”

“Hey, Marcus! I think I’d also like to ask for the ninety drink listed, please.”

“I’ll have your drinks in a moment.” With that, the rude waiter walked away. (Y/n) exhaled in relief and held Dick’s hand to calm him. “You okay?”

“I’m not sure. He just totally dissed Die Hard! Can you believe the nerve of that guy? I mean sure we have our own opinions. I just wish I didn’t have to hear those words come out of anyone’s mouth.”

“He ruffles your feathers?” (Y/n) tried not to laugh at her own joke. Dick tried not to be amused with the question, but failed miserably. “I’m sorry he made fun of it. It was kind of inconsiderate. He doesn’t know good movies and it’s sad, but life goes on and he’s missing out.” Dick smiled affectionately at the woman who understood him and kissed her hand.

After the dinner, they walked hand in hand in comfortable silence. Everything felt right.



“Can I ask you something?”


“Do you like Die Hard?”


“Do you love me?”


“Will you marry me?”

“Yes- WaIT WHAT?”

Dick got down on one knee and pulled out a small box with the ring.

“Will you marry me? I promise to be the bestest friend and husband, to stick by your side, and to help you continue to become the best version of yourself as that is the meaning of life.”

(Y/n) felt her heart beating out of her chest. Her eyes teared up, her cheeks turning red, and her mouth curling up to form a bright smile. “Yes.”

@dccomicsimagines I hope you like it!

Confession: Seeing Norman in that captain’s hat during fleet week fulfilled so many of my uniform kinks. Oh Captain, my Captain for sure. 


Imagine being Bobby’s daughter and dating Dean.

You smiled at Dean’s joke, biting your lip,”That was stupid, babe.”

The relationship between you and Dean had been going on for a while but being Bobby’s daughter you kept it secret. It wasn’t that Bobby didn’t like Dean, it was that you were his only daughter. 

“and yet you still think isn’t funny.” 

“Shut up.” He leaned his head into to kiss you,”What the hell do you two think you’re doing?”

A booming voice pulled you apart and made you turn your head. 

“Dad? You’re supposed to on a hunting trip.”

Bobby had a “duh” look on his face,”Y/N, leave. I need to talk to Dean for a minute.”

You nodded, hesitantly walking out of the room.

“Dean,” Bobby’s voice was threatening,”What you doing with her?” 

“What do you-”

“You know what I mean. I know you and how are you with women. So, what are you doing with her?” 

Dean’s eyes rolled,”Bobby, I love her. She’s not like anyone else.” 

Bobby sighed,”She could be with worse guys.” 

A chuckle rose in Dean’s throat,”but roll your eyes at me again and you’ll have worse things coming your way, boy.” Dean nodded quickly. 

“Dad, don’t be silly.” You hugged Bobby,”I’m glad you’re okay, though.”

“By the way, Dean?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love you too.” 

Preference #1, IM5: When You Realize You Love Him


 You and him liked to have lazy days where you’d sit around in one of his button ups and eat pancakes and nutella all day. And you’d just stare at each other in between the long pauses in your conversation about video games and politics and the world in general. His lips would curl at the ends as he watched you go on and on about something you surely wouldn’t care about in 10 minutes. And one day after having eaten your weight in peanut butter, you caught him gazing at you. Not lustfully, but just with true and unkempt admiration. “You’re gorgeous.” he said as you started to make your way over to him, only arm length away.He sits atop the counter legs spread with the empty jar of peanut butter between them. He put his knees to either side of him.

“Say it again.” you whisper, leaning your forehead on his. His hand are on your waist and his eyes are closed. You watch him. 

“You. Are. Gorgeous."He says his big brown orbs suddenly flicking towards you. He then quickly swipes his finger through some of the peanut butter and wipes it across your cheek, grinning cheekily.

"Cole!” You squeal. He laughs and dashes into the other room.

“You gotta catch me babe!”

You smiled to yourself. Yeah, he’s the one.


 Unlike other guys, Dana actually enjoys shopping with you. You were currently browsing through forever 21 when Dana pointed out a pair of ripped, high waisted shorts.

“Baby, those would look amazing on you.” He says nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you stare at them. They looked cute, but that certainly wouldn’t be the case if you actually put them on.

“I don’t think so, Dana.” You say trying to move on to the next rack. He catches your hand

“You’re beautiful, try them on.” He say matter-of-factly You smile and lower your gaze in embarrassment.

“Alright, pushy, I’ll try them on.” You swipe your size off the rack and go into one of the empty dressing rooms. You strip off your pants and put on the shorts. He was right they do look amazing on you. You bend over to grab your phone, when you feel a sudden and hot wetness in between your legs, you look down in horror to see the crotch of the shorts stained red with blood. Your period. You scream internally, mentally kicking yourself. This is why you should  track your period, you think. You knock on the door to get Dana’s attention.

“What’s wrong? Do they fit?” He asks. You shake your head

“They fit perfectly, but I had a bit of an accident.” Dana laughs

"What did you pee on yourself?” He jokes. You roll your eyes.

“Not exactly.” There is a long pause as Dana puts the pieces together

“Oh….OH. Oh my gosh. Okay. Um hold on. ” You hear the dressing room door next to you open and shut and see Dana’s shoes.

“Give me the shorts.” He whispers. Confused, you obey. You hear him pop the lid off his very berry Hi-C and see it drip onto the floor. What the hell is he doing?, you think. He passes you his sweatshirt. You wrap it around your waist and put on your pants. And suddenly he’s bursting out of the dressing room. ”EXCUSE ME! THERE IS RED JUICE ALL OVER THESE SHORTS! WHAT HORRIBLE SERVICE! I WILL NEVER SHOP HERE AGAIN.” He shouts throughout the store . You come out of your dressing room. Dana throws the shorts down and grabs your hand, storming out quickly.

“You good?” He asks inspecting your face.  He tas your hand in his rolling your fingers with the pads of his.You nod with a smile.

“Yeah, babe, I’m good.”


Though David appears to be intimidating he’s actually the biggest sweetheart in the world. He would buy you random gifts, like teddy bears for when you got lonely. Or a Spiderman t-shirt for when you missed him. And of course seeing as they are on tour you’d worn it to bed just about every night.You’d never missed someone so much in your entire lif and were positive that you would just about die of boredom in his absence. 4 weeks. It was the longest you’d ever been apart. He facetimed you when he could and texted all the time, texting you good morning right on time, despite the time difference.But today was the day. He would be at the airport waiting for you. Your phone rings and you glance at it smiling as you realize its David. 

“Yes?” you say sweetly. 

“Hey, sweetie.” He replied, his voice dragging. You noted this.

“Whats wrong?”

“I don’t think I’ll make it back tonight? We got asked to do another show so I’ll be out here for at least another week. ”

“But, Dav-”

“I’m really sorry, baby. I miss you., but I’ve got to go.” The line clicks. You stare at your phone for a second. You wanted to throw it across the room you were so upset. 

“Honey, there’s someone at the door for you!” your father calls.

“Tell them to go away!” you shout back. 

“You might want to see them before you make them leave!" 

You roll your eyes and traipse down the stairs. You open the door not sure who to expect.


You hop in to his arms full force. “Whoa. I guess you missed me too, huh?” he laughs. You pull away and hit his chest

"Don’t ever do that again or I’ll kill you, alright?”

He gets very serious holding you tight in his arms, “Alright.” 

“I love you, okay? I’ve never missed anyone so much in my life.”

He seems slightly stunned. “I-I love you too.”

You nod. “You better.” with a laugh.


“Really, Gabe?” You say picking up his underwear that was strewn across the floor. He doesn’t eve glance up from whatever stupid game he was playing. "Hello? Earth to Gabe?“

He quickly clicks a button and looks up at you in the doorway. 

"What? What do you want now?”

“I want you to keep your dirty underwear off the floor, that would help.” he sucks his teeth in irritation and goes back to playing his game.

“Whatever, man.” he mutters. “Leave me alone.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “Gladly.”  and storm off towards the front door swiping your keys off the table.

“Wait! Wait baby, I didn’t mean that!” He says chasing after you. You whip around.

“Oh did you pause your video game just for me? I’m flattered.” you snark turning back towards the door. He catches your hand and slowly intertwines your fingers.

“Baby, don’t be like that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rude. I’m a dick.”

Ah, yes. Those two magic words that Gabe almost never uttered. I’m sorry. You smile looping your arms around his neck.

And…” you say. He scoffs.

“And I can’t live without you.”


“I can’t stand you.” you say as you watch your boyfriend dance while cooking. 

“You know you love it .” He replies doing his signature body roll. 

Dork.” you say as he tastes the sauces he was making. He takes a big slurp and it splashes up around his mouth. You laugh.

“You got a little something there.” You say. He smirks.

“Gimme a kish.” he says getting so close he’s hovering over you.

“Oh my god, Will, go away!” You squeal. Some of the sauce drips onto your face. “Ewwww! Will, get off of me!" 

"Not until you give me a kiss.” He says still smirking like an idiot. 

“Fine. Fine.” You say giving in. He smiles an kisses you. Disregard the fact that you had a goatee of sauce now, it was genuinely the best kiss he’d ever given you. He pulls away, most of the sauce rubbed into his face. 

"Kiss of the Week?" 

You shake your head. “Kiss of the Century.” 

He laughs. “I love you.” 

"Eh, you’re okay.” you reply. He smiles with a raised eyebrow. “I love you, too, you dork.”

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Damn Clowns

Summary: You and Sam encounter a clown on a college campus. Sam doesn’t take it well. You almost shoot a clown. It’s all very touching.
Word count: ~1160
Pairings: Sam X Reader
Warnings: There’s a ton of clown in here, guys. And it’s a scary clown, with a knife and junk, so if clowns aren’t your thing you won’t like this.
A/N: What if all the clowns are just demons being dicks like: Yeah, humans are afraid of clowns, let’s run around as clowns and freak humans out. Like, just for shits and giggles.
There was a clown attack on my college campus. I’m about ready to nope out of this place.

Clowns. You know, you’d seen your boyfriend face monsters of all shapes and sizes and powers completely blank faced, fearless, or barely afraid, but suddenly presented with clowns your big strong boyfriend was helpless.

Well, it wouldn’t have been a big deal if it weren’t for the fact that the clown in front of you was literally dangerous. It was wielding a knife, and smiling like it the best thing ever, and you got that it as creepy, but come one Sam!

Sam had started training you on how to fight, but you both knew that in a situation like this Sam was supposed to take point. You just weren’t good enough to fight someone off yet, not when they were armed and probably psychotic. Sam was supposed to pull his gun out, or do something, because you just weren’t ready yet.

Well, Sam, your big strong lovable boyfriend Sam, was scared as hell, and you, with minimal options, were forced to take action.

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Finally - Swazz (Smut)

Requested:  Idk if the requests are open, but if they are can u make a smut with Swazz? Thanks 😘


“Where are you?” I could hear him whisper through the phone, I had just got my nails ready, they were long and black now. I smiled at the fact that he was the one calling now, it worked.

John was always the one who I would always call, everyone but him could tell I had a huge crush on him. I hadn’t told him because I was a bit ashamed about it and I was trying not to make a big deal out of it. That’s why after being super clingy with him for a few weeks, I stopped calling him. I just needed to stop, it wasn’t healthy.

“I’m getting a few things at the shop, why?”

“I just need to talk to you, like I’ve had a rough week and I don’t know I was thinking about you and- Can I come over?”

“Uhm… Yeah, wouldn’t you rather meet at somewhere though?”

“Nope, you’re place is fine babe” I could hear myself dying at that point. “I’ll see you later.”

He hung before I could even respond to what he was saying, but I tried to focus on the things I had to buy: ham, cheese, jam, bread, butter, chicken… Salad, condoms –just in case-, some makeup stuff I was running off and sweets.

I got all the stuff in my car and drove back home, feeling a bit hungry. I started to cook, with nothing else on but an oversized shirt and my panties. Cooking pasta was definitely my thing, I made a bit more just in case John wanted to have some, I heard my doorbell ring and I almost run to the door while my head was yelling at me to keep it cool. But, honestly, who would keep it cool? It was John, I couldn’t. I already knew years would pass by and I would still have this huge and weird crush on him, no matter how many guys I met, John was always there somewhere in my mind.

He smiled when I opened the door, and I could see how his eyes slowly checked me out. “Uhm, sorry. I’m going to get changed” I said but he grabbed my hand. “Don’t, it’s your house and if you feel comfortable this way, then it’s fine for me. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t seen you like this a bunch of times.”

I giggled and nodded. “I’ve been cooking pasta, are you hungry?”

As my dad used to say, the best way through a man’s heart was his stomach. Well dad, let’s see if that’s true. “Cool, I’m kind of starving. I brought good wine.”

“Oh, so now you drink wine” I said a bit surprised.

“Well, I haven’t seen you in forever so I thought a bottle of wine or maybe two would be a great start” he smiled innocently, “need help?” he asked.

“Nope, you can lay the table and stuff. You know where everything is.”

“Well, if I can remember. As I said, I haven’t seen you in forever” he said a bit frustrated.

“John, it’s just been like two or three weeks. Not that much, actually.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m the only one who has missed being in each other’s company” he snapped. I giggled. “I’ve missed you too.”

“I don’t need your pitty,” he stated, I decided to just let it go. I served the plates once I had finished, he looked down at his own plate and his eyes went wide. “Damn, ma. Who would stay mad at you when they see this?”

I giggled. “Well, let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks” I said, he looked at me and smirked, checking me out again. “I’m sure it will” he said, still looking at me. I blushed at his words, because I know what he meant. He wasn’t talking about the food at all.

We finished dinner and almost the two bottles of wine, I was a bit tipsy but I was still in my own state of mind and so was he.

He was talking to me about his week, about how much stress he had got and about wanting to drop what he was doing. While he talked, he would get closer to me. One of his hands resting in my inner thigh and the other wrapped around my waist, we were cuddling on the couch.

“Whatchu been doin ma?” he asked pulling me closer him.

“Not too much, honestly. Working a lot and I’ve been seeing a guy lately”  I said, which wasn’t true but he didn’t have to know.

“Really?” he asked, frowning his eyes. The hand he had placed in my thigh was now moving, running his fingers giving me chills. “Yes” I mumbled.

“I thought you liked me” he said then, a bit surprised about his own words.

“Well, I did like you” I was a perfect liar, “but you only saw me as a friend.”

He was quiet for a few minutes, his brain probably thinking on what he had to say. “That’s not true.”

I frowned my eyes and got up, while I walked I made sure he could see my ass a bit making him crave for me. I leaned on the table exaggeratedly, just to show it off while I picked the plates and glasses up and took them to the kitchen.

When I started to wash them up, I felt his hands over my waist. “I’ve always liked you, but you never saw it.”


I turned around to look at his face, but instead of that I felt how his lips attacked mine while his hands roughly pulled me close to his body. I stood on my tiptoes because he was so tall and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank this to the wine, I would have never told you otherwise.”

“Why?” I asked a bit confused. He was slowly caressing my face leaning slowly in to me. “Because you were like my bestie, I didn’t want to loose you no matter what.”

I nodded, “I know that feeling.”

“But you don’t feel the same now so it doesn’t matter.”

“I do.”

“Don’t lie” he said sadly.

“I’m not lying, let me show you I’m not lying John” I said grabbing his hand and dragging him to my bedroom. He was just so shocked he couldn’t move himself. I slowly started to kiss his neck, sitting in his lap. His legs between mine, I was on the top. I got rid of his t-shirt and his hands were caressing my back inside of the oversized t-shirt I was wearing, almost exploring my body.

We both stood up and I dragged his jeans down, getting rid of everything else and started to stroke slowly his dick. I could tell he was still surprised, and didn’t know what to do which made me think he was so cute.

But then, he stopped me not even saying a thing and undressed me kissing my neck. Then my boobs which hadn’t been wearing a bra, and his lips kissed my stomach and it was like this for a while. Moans escaping my lips softly.  

Before taking my panties off, he started to touch me with them on. And liked with them on as well. And he almost ate me out with them on, until he decided to rip them off making me groan.

“Sorry” he said. “But I just can’t let you think you’re going to be the one who’ll dominate in bed.”

I giggled yet I moaned when he introduced his fingers on me. “So is this going t-to h-happen more o-often?” I asked, trying to catch my breath. He looked up at me, making eye contact and blew on my clit making me shiver. “What makes you think we won’t?” He asked simply before licking my clit, never loosing eye contact.

He started to eat me out and I couldn’t help but pull his hair, pulling him closer to me. My legs were wide open because he had his hands resting on my inner thighs separating them. I would never stop moaning.

He stopped when I was on the edge, and he leaned over me kissing my lips. “You want this?”

I nodded furiously, throwing a condom to him. He smiled and kissed my lips again, both of his hands on my face while I grabbed his dick introducing it to my entrance. He smiled on our kiss, but didn’t pull apart. Not even when I started to moan.

He took me to the centre of the bed, and then he started to thrust hardly and fast. My moans were something no one could stop then, but we didn’t care since I lived alone. Maybe we would be pissing the neighbors, but it was something we didn’t care either.

“Fuck” he groaned. “You’re tight.”

“I wouldn’t be this tight if you fucked me more often” I said before letting out a loud moan. He raised his eyebrow.

“Damn, ma, I will. Every fucking day until I die” he said kissing my forehead while thrusting in to me, moans escaped our mouths and several ‘omg John’ or ‘fuck mami do that again’ until we both came, he still thrust a bit more until he groaned like if he was saying he couldn’t hold it anymore, I laughed at how cute he was.

His face was all sweaty, and so was his body. But that look only made me think about how lucky I was for having him like that at that moment and I didn’t know what future was going to tell us but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.  

I actually thought he was going to leave when he got up and covered my body with the sheets and left the room, but he came back minutes later with an ice cream bowl and a couple of blankets and spoons.

I smiled when I saw that, not believing what was happening.

“I’m glad this finally happened” I said smiling, but he shook his head laying next to me and wrapping his arms around me kissing my cheek.

“No, I’m glad we finally told each other about our feelings” he said and I bit my lip, nodding. “Honestly, you don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this.”

“No, you’re the one who doesn’t know” I said.

“It doesn’t matter, I have you know” he said and kissed me before ending the night that had just began.


Pairing: ReaderXNorman Reedus (IRL/The Walking Dead)

Request: Can u do an imagine where ur a YouTuber and u and Norman Reedus do the gf does bf make up?

Written By: Claire

“How the fuck are you nervous right now? You literally make a living in front of a camera.” you joked with your boyfriend after turning on the camera and pressing record. You noticed as you were filming the intro he had been shifting uncomfortably next to you so, considering who you and he both were as people, you called him out.

“That makes it sound like I’m a pornstar.” he chuckled, putting his arm behind you and leaning back.

“You could be one.” you said, raising your eyebrows and then returning your eyes to the camera. “So today I’m gonna be doing Norman’s make up.” you smiled.

“Wait? You’re doing mine?” he asked. You may have left that part out.

“Yeah, I said I was doing your makeup babe.” you responded innocently even though you hadn’t told him anything about you putting makeup on him. “Welp, no backing out now, get ready to be beautiful.” you smiled after a moment of him staring at you in silence with a dead look.

“Fuck my life.” he mumbled before you grabbed the foundation and began to put it on.

“So this is the finished look.” you giggled revealing his completed makeup look to the camera and to him, holding up a mirror.

“Holy shit.” he muttered, bringing his face in close to the mirror and examining everything that you had done to him. “I look like my mom.”

“Don’t insult your mom like that.” you giggled some more, barely being able to remain calm. Norman was one of those cold as stone people who was actually a softy at heart. Making him look like a softy on the surface was hilarious to you.

You did your outro and then turned off the camera. You grabbed makeup removing wipes from the bathroom and returned back to where Norman sat in silence.

“You look so pretty.” you pouted.

“Get this off now.” he demanded, taking your hand and pulling you into him playfully. “Or I swear to God.”

“What will you do?” you asked seductively, startling him and beginning to wipe off the product, first starting on the eyes.

“You don’t even want to know.” he responded, rubbing your back with his hands until all the makeup was off his face. Then he went to work on you.

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Baby I Can See Your Halo

Request: “ Can you do a Sam x reader where Sam wants to ask reader out but reader is an angel that is close to Cas and Cas gets protective? Thanks!!!!”

Pairing: Sam x angel!Reader

Warnings: lol dude its just fluff w a teensy bit of angst

A/n: this is my first time doing anybody’s point of view besides the readers yikes, be nice pls. also I had Halo by queen Bey on repeat writing this and I’m not even sorry about the title tbh

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

Sam’s POV

I walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Dean eating his usual eggs and bacon, but my heart almost did a 360 when I walked in. There was Cas and Y/N sitting there talking with Dean. I’d had a thing for Y/N for God only knows how long, and for some reason, she made me nervous. Like sweaty palms, teenage boy nervous. It might be because she’s a literal angel, but I think it was something even more than that. She was so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And almost no angels were ever funny. She really was perfect.

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Preference #2 - He Gives You Reassurance

**So this is my second preference I’ve written. I don’t really know how to feel about this one since I just got bored and decided to write lol. But hopefully you guys enjoy it :)**

Your boyfriend, Cole, went to a birthday party for a director that he worked with in the past. Both Cole and the director invited you to come, but you never really were the “fun party girl” type. So you just stayed home and cleaned a bit. After a day of being productive, you decided to shower then get into bed and waited for Cole to come home. In the meantime you scrolled through your twitter feed and saw live pictures and tweets from the party. There were group pics and selfies of people with Cole. Majority of them were with girls, but you grew to not be jealous throughout your guys’ relationship so you brushed it off. One thing you were jealous about though was their personality. They were beautiful girls, but the fact that they were comfortable at parties and being outgoing was something you wanted to be. You could definitely keep a conversation going, but you felt that you didn’t have that sparkle or interesting effect that those girls have. Cole is always being invited to parties and get togethers and all you did was wish to be there with him.

It was about 1am and you were starting to fall asleep before the bedroom door opened.

“Hey Y/N, I’m back.”

You opened your eyes and saw Cole. He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He quickly freshened up, changed into PJs, and climbed into bed with you. You turned over to your side so you could face Cole.

“How was the party?”
“It was fun. Lots of dancing, lots of people, and definitely lots of yelling over the loud music.”

He continued talking about the party with a smile on his face that definitely proved how much fun he had. Slowly you started to lose interest and instead wished that you could’ve went. But you felt that you were too awkward and not as “important” to be at events like that.

“Ahh yeah, it was fun babe. I wish you were there though. How was your day? What did you do?”

You turned your back towards Cole and instantly he knew something was upsetting you.

“Woah, Y/N. It was just a question, I didn’t think I would get the silent treatment. What’s wrong?”
“I’m just- I’m not that person.”

You continued explaining yourself with your back still to Cole when you suddenly felt him snuggle close to you.

“You know, I like talking to people and meeting people. But parties like that… I don’t know. I’m just not fun. I’m not interesting. What are people at events like that gonna want to talk to me about?”

Your voice starts to shake from how embarrassed and upset you felt. Cole started to gently place kisses and rub your back as you continued to ramble with wet eyes.

“I’m just not like them. I wish I could go to those parties with you, but…”
“Y/N. Listen to me. I DO wish that you could be with me at events, but if you don’t want to, then don’t. No ones making you. And I don’t care if you’re not like them. That’s one of the many things I love about you. You’re different. You like being in your own world but the only thing is that…”

Cole stops talking which makes you turn around and face him. He keeps eye contact with you, cups your face, and continues what he was saying.

“You like being in your own world but the only thing is that you let me be a part of it.”

You smile at Cole, and bury yourself into his chest as he pulls you closer. He kisses the top of your head as the both of you start to fall asleep. Cole always seemed to make things easier just by his words. And what he said to you definitely made you feel a whole lot better.

You tagged along with your boyfriend Gabe and the other guys onset for their new music video. Once you got to the location, there were people with headsets and clipboards walking around. There were racks of clothes set up in every corner, makeup tables, hair stations, and a camera flash going off about every 3 seconds. Gabe and the boys quickly got to where they had to be so they could get as much footage done that day.

You decided to watch the guys rehearse their dance when you saw a girl in the corner of your eye. She was the one and only girl in the music video and she was drop dead gorgeous. She was standing up near a makeup table while two other artists were finishing up some final touches on her. Extra lipstick, perfect curls, adding beautiful jewelry to her outfit. You didn’t wear much makeup yourself. Your normal routine would be some mascara, tinted Chapstick, and you’re out the door. But something about her made you jealous. Not in a way that you hated her, but in a way that you wanted to be her. Gabe was always around video girls and other celebrities that you’d always wonder what made him attracted to you.

She got onset to film her part with Gabe. Before the cameras were recording, she was talking to the guys, laughing and having fun. Gabe looked like he was really enjoying himself and this started to make you feel down in the dumps. You asked one of the workers if you could stay somewhere until the boys were finished. A man who was kind enough to step out of his path directed you to a break room that was for the boys.

“Hey Y/N, there you are.”

You were lounging on the couch in the break room when Gabe walked in.

“I just finished my scene. The director let me look at a preview and I think you’re really going to love it!”

You smiled at Gabe before he got up to get some water while he was still talking about his part. When he turned around, he saw you sitting there with your head dropped down.

“Y/N, are you okay? Do you have a headache? I can take you home.”
“No, Gabe, you have to be here. It’s fine.”

Gabe sat next to you and tried to look at you and see if you were really okay. You tried to resist looking at him but you knew that Gabe always knew whenever something was upsetting you.

“Seriously Y/N, I know when something’s wrong. What is it? You can tell me.”

You finally decided to look up at him and you were already teary eyed.

“How did you end up with someone like me?”
“What are you talking about? Why would I not be with someone like you?”
“I don’t wear makeup. I don’t own flashy clothes. I don’t drive nice cars.”

You stood up as you continued to list things everything you didn’t have but thought that Gabe would’ve wanted in someone. Suddenly you felt him grab your hand, gesturing for you to sit down next to him again.

“Y/N… I don’t care if you don’t have anything that other people I hang around with have. What you have that majority of them don’t is time… Sure it’s something that they can’t fix and it’s not a material thing, but I love how I can always come to you and you’ll be there. I love that I can text or call you and know you’ll always reply back. How you’ll always be down to do something with me no matter what time of day it is. I love how you always have time for me. I love you Y/N.”

He looks at you with the most sincere eyes ever and gives you a kiss that felt like you had everything in the world. Then all of sudden, Cole walks in to the both of you.

“Oh, uh sorry… But Gabe, we need to redo the dance scene. The lighting was off.”

Cole walks out, leaving you and Gabe alone again.

“Alright, I have to go. But promise me when I walk back in here, you’ll have that beautiful smile on your face.”

You smile at him before he gives you one last kiss and leaves to finish their scene. You sat alone in the break room thinking about how amazing Gabe was. What could you do? He was perfect in every way.

You and David have been going on strong for a good 2 years. You weren’t really big on relationships before but one day David came into your life and changed that. Although lately you’ve been feeling kind of distant from him. There wasn’t any fights or arguments, but things just felt different. Conversations felt shorter, there was no real alone time between you two, and you just didn’t feel like you were in a relationship with him anymore. This scared you especially since he was your first real boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N, I’m home.”

You were watching TV in the living room when David walked through the front door. He came back from dance rehearsals and he looked absolutely exhausted when he got closer and sat down next to you.

“How was rehearsals?”

After that, neither of you said a word to each other. Soon David went upstairs and so did you after watching a marathon of your favorite show. When you walked in the bedroom, he was already sound asleep. You weren’t really tired so you decided to sit outside the balcony for a bit. Time passed as you were looking up at the stars when David came outside.

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?”
“I just…. Wanted to think. I guess.”

He rubbed his tired eyes and pulled up a chair in front of you. He sat down and put both his hands on your knees, and looked at you.

“Well… Y/N, you’re on the balcony at 2AM. So what are you thinking about?”
“Us. Before we got together you knew I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend nor was I interested in relationships but… You still kept trying to be with me. Chasing after me. To go on a date with you. And no matter how many times I said no you always tried after that.”
“Why are you thinking about that?”
“I feel different with you. And not in a good way. I never pictured myself in a relationship and… I don’t know. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m scared that something will happen between us. I don’t even know if I’m doing this whole “relationship thing” right. Everyday I feel like I grow to love you more and more and that scares me because… I don’t wanna lose you and I feel like I am.”

David tries to comfort you by grabbing hold of your hand and rubbing his thumb across. He lifts your chin up, revealing your teary eyes.

“Let’s go inside Y/N. It’s cold out here.”

His hand stays locked in yours as he walks the both of you back inside the bedroom. He climbs into bed and you lay your head on his chest as he holds you for what feel likes closer than he ever had before. The both of you stay silent for a bit until David starts to talk.

“You’re not losing me. In the beginning, I tried my best to get you and now that I have you I’m going to try my best to keep you. Things may not always be so perfect for us on some days. But no matter what, at the end of that day or any day, there’s no other girl I’d want to come home to because I want to come home to see you there.”

You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. He pulls you closer to him and you start to fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Will decided to hang out at your house after you came home from school. He was curled up on your bed while you were at your desk. Everyone has bad days, but today felt like the ultimate bad day for you. You forgot some homework that was due, one of your teachers yelled at you for doing something wrong, and coming home to a pile of homework and a project wasn’t really helping. You had no focus or concentration on the work that was in front you. You felt like there were cement blocks weighing down your shoulders. A tear fell down onto your homework causing the ink from the paper to smear. You slouched back on your chair and sighed loud enough for Will to hear.

“I think somebody needs to cuddle with their boyfriend.”

You looked back at Will and tried to smile through the tears that started to fall. You got up away from your desk and climbed into your bed to join Will who was waiting for you with open arms. He wrapped you up and kissed the top of your head as you tried to calm down. He tried everything that he thought would comfort you. Rubbing your back, playing with your hair, gently kissing you randomly, but as much as you appreciated it nothing seemed to help.

“I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You pull away from laying down on Will’s chest to looking at him. He looked at you in a way that made you know you had his full attention.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”
“I feel like everything I’m doing is wrong. My teacher yelled at me for not knowing how to do something when I honestly didn’t know how. I have a project due at the end of the week that I haven’t even started. And I know everything I do is on me. I just…”

Will moves your hair out of your face, kisses your forehead, and brings you closer to him.

“Don’t say that Y/N. Some days are worse than others. But it’s not always gonna be like that. My advice might not have any meaning or help you at all but… You’re the smartest and most creative girl I know. We all get stuck sometimes, but I know you’re gonna find what you have to do to get where you want to be. Promise.”

Will was always the best at sounding sincere with his words. No matter what he said it sounded like the most important thing ever to you. You felt like a break from homework would help so you did just that. You stayed in bed with Will as he continued to do anything to comfort you.

“And ps Y/N your teacher sounds like a meanie.”

You and Dana were going out for dinner to celebrate your one year anniversary. He had already picked out a semi-formal suit to wear while you were still standing in front of your closet with hot rollers in your hair. Each dress you tried on made you feel like it didn’t hug your body correctly. To you, you thought your thighs were crazy thick, you had a muffin top, flabby arms and you basically judged every little detail of yourself. After what felt like years, you put on a black sleeveless dress that ended mid-thigh and had an effect like a circle skirt. You fixed your hair and makeup, put on your shoes, and looked at yourself in the mirror once again. For some reason, you just didn’t feel satisfied and you actually felt uncomfortable with how you looked.

“Babe are you ready?”

Dana walked in as he was fixing his bow tie.

“Wow well look at you beautiful.”

He walked towards you and grabbed your hand and spun you around but you weren’t smiling which caught his eye.

“Y/N, are you okay?”
“Do I really look ‘beautiful’?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t you?”

You looked back at yourself in the mirror as your hands traced down the sides of your body.

“In the words of Dana Vaughns, I’m not really a ‘hottie with a hollywood body’.”

He leaned against the wall and looks at you confused.

“I’m sorry. I mean, I know I’m your girlfriend and everything but… Sometimes I just feel like you could be with someone better. Who looks better.”

You looked down at your feet when you felt Dana come behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He placed his head on your shoulder, while you held into his hands.

“Y/N, do you see what I see in the mirror?”
“Most likely not.”
“Well, I see the girl that I fell in love with. I fell in love with her voice that became music to my ears. I fell for her laugh that became a beautiful melody. And I fell in love with her smile that lit up my world.”

The both of you started laughing from how corny Dana sounded, but it was still very sweet to you. He turned you around and pinned you against the wall in an innocent manner.

“Y/N, I look at you and I see the most beautiful person I ever laid eyes on. Whether it’s your physical appearance, personality, habits, whatever. All of you is beautiful to me.”

You bit your lip and looked him in the eyes before giving him a kiss. After a while of getting yourself together, you grabbed your purse and the two of you headed out for your anniversary dinner.