yes the jacket is shit i know

The Bet

Prompt: Hey! I just finished reading outlaws of love (and, as a bi person myself, may I say I loved every second I spent reading it). If it’s not too much to ask, could you maybe do a negan X daughter!reader where they just spend some cute, quality time together and he’s super protective over her, and she comes out to him as bi and he it really accepting of it. Thanks love x – Requested by @supernatural-everyday

Pairing: Dad!Negan x Daughter!Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 3,857

Type: One shot

Warnings: None that I know of

Rating: PG

Notes: Yo’ so I kinda got real carried away with this, sorry! I hope it’s what you were looking for xx Also yay my first request is done :D

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

 “Be safe. Stay inside the fuckin’ gates. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow.” The grumpy voice of your father says, as he stands in your doorway.

“Back before my Birthday?” You mumble. “And I know the rules, Dad.” You add, not looking up from the book in your lap as you sit cross legged on your bed.

“Yes Princess, before your birthday. And I know you know the rules, which is why I’m fuckin’ confused as to the reason you disobey them all the goddamn damn time.”

You roll your eyes and lift your head up, looking at your father in all his heroic glory. Leather jacket on and baseball bat in hand, you still wonder why he named the inanimate object after your mother.

“Because they’re stupid as shit.” You sarcastically smile back at him.

“Don’t swear.”

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Phantom Image

A R76 week contribution.

Day 2 - In His Shoes

“This is a terrible idea.”

“I didn’t remember you being so pessimistic.”

“Yeah, life is rather bleak when you came along.”

“…I actually have nothing to say to that.”


Jack was nervous. And rightfully so. The shoulders were too tight, the belts too tacky and he couldn’t manage a goddamned hold on anything.

Despite all this fussiness, Reyes was smug, staring at him from head to toe appraisingly, “At least you look good in that.”

“Better than you, I’m sure.”

To be fair, perhaps Jack was being difficult. Just a little. Though he had all the reasons to. After all, this could be just an elaborated, stupid ploy to have Jack murdered.

“You know, it’d be a lot easier if I just put a bullet in your face instead of having to withstand all your bitching.”

Damn, did he say that aloud?

“Yes, you did.”


Why did he agree to do this again? Right, because Lena was a little jerk and got a little too clever with word-tripping.

“Oh, chin up, sunshine.” Reyes leered, absolutely enjoying the shit out of this, “It’s just a costume swap. For once you actually look fashionable instead of being stuffed in a beat-up racer wannabe jacket.”

Yes, definitely having fun over there, “Fashionable? Maybe if emo goth was still in style.”


Reyes gave him a pointed stare, “Jack, you are being pricklier than usual. What’s wrong?”

It was childish of him, but Jack turned away from the man, pretending to check himself out in the mirror instead. Once again, bad decision. The reflection did nothing to quell the odd surge of feelings in his chest, twisting it into an almost nauseating clump that he couldn’t quite swallow. His mind was too sharp to be distracted, and it wandered a little too fast for him to stop.

Reaper’s suit fit him almost like a second skin.

Jack’s mouth went dry. It was just a silly prank. By Lena of all people. And yet…

“Jack.” There was alarm in Reyes’ voice, when he yanked the old soldier around. Startled blue met unwavering red, and Jack’s heart constricted. Gabriel knew him too well. Always had.

“It…gives me questions.” Jack turned his head, chin still trapped in Gabriel’s unrelenting grip. The hood’s fabric brushed against his skin, with ash, gunpowder and something warm, something homely.

Jack didn’t know his eyes misted over, until Gabriel’s cold thumb rubbed his tears away.

“Makes you wonder, huh?” Rumbled words betrayed no emotion. Jack tried to swallow back his. Instead, he choked.

“…I’m so sorry…”

“You already said that.”

“It…should have been me. I was so foolish…I…I didn’t listen.”

Seeing himself in Gabriel’s clothes, thinking how it could have turned out, what their life could have been…If things were different back then…

Their teeth clashed in a kiss. Gabriel yanked Jack into him by the hood’s scruff, forcing the soldier to stay still. It was messy, suffocating, and Jack was sure Gabriel had drawn blood. But his fists curled atop Reyes’ chest anyway, drawing closer, so he could taste more of the smoke, could wrap himself more in that familiar scent.

“There is nothing you can change now.” Gabriel said when they finally broke apart, “Don’t let the shadow of the past haunt what is left of your future.”

That…actually got a laugh out from Jack. Sounded more like a sob, but it had the corner of Gabriel’s mouth twitched upwards, “Look who’s talking.”

The ex-Blackwatch shrugged, “You don’t get to crack wiseass dad wisdom all the time.”

“Oh? Jealous?”

“Not really. Just want to see how it feels like.”


“Gross. And old.”

Jack laughed, and Gabriel kissed him again, grinning. Slowly, tension began to drain out, and he felt oddly comforting, standing here clad in Gabriel’s clothes and arms. Gabriel’s chuckle rumbled in his ears, and still he kept Jack close, as if the old soldier would bolt away any moment.

Jokes on him, Jack was here to stay.

Dirty little secret | Tony Padilla

Tony’s POV.

I was never the type of guy to get nervous. Until today. Today I decided to tell my best friend Clay that I have feelings for his sister, Y/N. And I’m shitting myself.

Any situation I faced in the past, I dealt with, man to man so had to step up and talk to Clay, as a man. Because boxing up my feelings was no longer an option.

“TONY PADILLA!” Y/N hollers as she passes me in the hallway. I couldn’t get a word out so I just smiled back and watched her walk away and into the crowd of people. She was so beautiful and kind and confident. Damn, if only she knew the effect she had on me.

Anyway, I looked through the window of the library to see Jeff and Clay sat at a table together. They both had their heads in the books so I opened the door slightly and poked my head round the corner.

“Clay?” I call- to gain his attention. He looks up from his book then notices me by the door.

“What’s up?” Clay asks

“Shh” Skye hisses from behind him

Clay looks back and apologises to her then looks back to me. I nod towards the door then Clay gets up to meet me outside.

“What’s up?” He repeats as we fist bump

“You got a minute?” I ask

“Yeah and only a minute. Jeff will try to jump out the window if I leave him unsupervised for to long” he chuckles as he folds his arms over his chest “What is it?”

I look directly at him and shift my weight forwards a little, rocking on the heels of my shoes “..Clay Jenson. You are and will always be my best friend..

“Wait. Tony, is this what I think it is?” Clay questions, his face all lit up “Are you about the pop the question?” he squeaks

“Clay. Pay attention” I snap

“Sorry” he smiled

My skin felt warm and tight under the sudden pressure. I inhale deeply and sigh “I know what I’m about to say is probably the last thing you wanna hear right now, but if I don’t say it now, I probably never will” I pause again

“I think…no I know..I have feelings for Y/N”

It was silent for a moment. Dead silent until Clay burst out laughing. I folded my arms and waited for him to finish.

“You? You have feelings for my sister?!” Clay laughs as he holds his stomach.

“I’m serious Clay, I genuinely like her” I shrug

Clay laughs even more, producing a few tears of laughter “I like cats but you don’t see me making a whole speech about them” he catches his breath “Shit Tony. I thought someone was dying”

I scrunch my face in confusion “Wha-Why is it so funny that I like her?”

“Tony what the fuck have you been smoking cos I know you- okay”

He continues “You like hiking and fixing things and leather jackets” he lists as he flicks the collar of my jacket “you don’t like Y/N”

“Yes. I do”

Clay shakes his head-unbothered and shrugs “Ok. Whatever”

“And I’m not talking about a high school crush. I’m talking about forever”

“Forever is a long ass time” Clay chuckles

“Jensonnn” I wine, making him hold his hand over his grin “See, you never listen”

“Ok, go ahead, I’m listening” Clay stresses as he leans against a locker, his figure slightly towering over mine.

“There’s no point. You will never understand what it’s like to hold back your feelings for someone.To not be able to tell them how much your mean to them or having to watch them be taken for granted by other guys but that’s what I have to go through- every- single- day with Y/N. And it’s not fair anymore.”

Clays grin soon turns into a stiff- emotionless expression. “Wait. What did you just say?”

“I’m saying that I really like her and I’m saying that you should give me a chance with her.” I confess.

Clays posture students and his jaw twitches “So you actually like her?” He asks

“Jesus Christ, yes Clay” I huff

Clay pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs “And you want to be with her?”


“And what did you think was going to happen? Did you think I would agree with this shit and let you fuck my sister?!” Clay whispers loudly

I almost didn’t respond- I didn’t know how to “Clay, you know me, it wouldn’t be like that with us”

“Yeah, sure it wouldn’t” he mocks

“Trust me. It wouldn’t” I stress

“And why should I trust you? You’ve been hiding this shit form me and your suppose to be my best friend (!)” He almost yells

I look around me and back to him “..Only because I was afraid you’d react like this”

“…Tony. There’s no way in hell, I’m letting you date Y/N”

“..Clay please-

“And if you are my best friend, you would stay away from her” Clay warns “Far away”

I watch as he returns back into the library. Not looking back at me once.

** After school **

Your POV.

You we’re sat by the window in English, chewing on your tasteless gum, just waiting for the bell to ring so you could be dismissed. You sighed at the sudden pitter-patters of rain hitting the glass.

It didn’t take long for the rain to fall heavy, along with hailstones. You giggled to yourself as you watched other school kids run for cover, Holding books over their heads or whatever they had to substitute an umbrella.


Everyone shot up out of their desks and began to pack heir stuff away.


You reluctantly walked into the rain and held your backpack over your head, but it was no use as you we’re already drenched. Your socks we’re soaking, your hair was dripping wet and your shirt was practically see through.

“Tony?” You call as you approach him in the parking lot. He winds down his window and you rest your arm on the side of his Red Mustang.

“Wanna do me a favour and give me a ride?” You ask politely

Tony grunts “Y/N I shouldn’t..

“Come on, I’ll even pay for gas” you suggest “pretty-please?”

“Babe. I can’t.” He says “Sorry”

You lean up off the side of the car and let Tony drive off. Whys he acting so weird? You ask yourself. It was completely out of Tony’s character not to help someone out.

Disappointed, you popped your headphones in and walked- lonely in the rain. You we’re listening to *insert current favourite song* and humming along to the words when you heard a car pull up next to you. You looked besides you and saw the red mustang.

You didn’t bat an eyelid and continued to walk as Tony drove next to you- at your pace.

“Get in” says Tony but you ignore him.

He continues “It’s really cosy in here Y/N and I’ll even let you sit shotgun”

“Is that an invitation?” You question- still walking with your hands in your pocket.

“No it’s information. Take t or leave it”

You stop so Tony pulls on the breaks and opens the car door for you. You hold onto the door, then crouch down and sit on the passengers seat.

“I thought you couldn’t give me a ride?” You ask, slamming the door shut.

He smiles at you “I’m not supposed to but, fuck it”

You smile back. Tony turns up the heating, letting the warmth immediately hug your body as he continued to drive to your destination.

“So are you gonna tell me why you initially couldn’t give me a ride home?” You question as you pull both your headphones out of your ears.

He sighs deeply “Well, me and Clay got into a little argument earlier”

“Don’t tell me you guys are braking up?” You joke and Tony gives you a dull look “You guys never argue. What was it about? Was it a girl?” You tease leaning into Tony

Tony nods “It was about- it was about you”

“Huh? Me?” You question “What did I do?”

“It’s not what you did. It’s what I said” Tony admits

You looked to Tony with a puzzled expression “What did you say?” You sniff

A huge smile was plastered across Tony’s face as he looks at you then back at the road ahead. He nervously taps the steering wheel as the car approaches a red light “I told him that I had feelings for you- and he didn’t like that”

You we’re taken back. “What kind of feelings?”

“Those kind of feelings”

“Oh” you sat back in your seat “well wow Tony- your just full of surprises today aren’t you?” You nervously giggle, looking down at your chipped nail polish

“Yeah. I guess I am” he smirks.

“…It’s-it’s a shame that Clay doesn’t agree with it, otherwise we could have made a really cute couple”

Tony chuckles and you continue your journey down the road. When you finally pull up in front of your house, you turn to Tony to thank him for the ride home.

“Thanks for this Tony, honestly your a life saver”

“It’s my pleasure, oh and say hi to your parents for me”

“Sure” you say as you open the door but something stops you in your tracks.

Should I? Shouldn’t I?

You lick over your lips and quickly turn back and kiss Tony on the cheek but as you pull away you linger near his lips. They we’re slightly parted, just waiting for you to make the move. Tony gently grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into his lips.

You slowly slide your tongue into his mouth as you begin to run your fingers through his hair. Everything about this was slow and passionate and every part of your body began to tingle. Tony pulls the stands of wet hair away from your face before grabbing your hips to move you closer against his body, prompting you to climb onto his lap. You straddled him, now chest to chest, your cold-wet skin on his. Tony moans into your mouth which only makes you want him even more, but you had to fight your urges

“Tony” you say causing him to stop immediately, he throws his head back and looks at you, biting his lower lip as smile towards him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he tells you which makes you blush a little

You look down and see his tatted hands still clenched onto your body, your pull his hands off your hips and intertwine your fingers with him “I think it’s best that we never ever mention this to Clay” you warn, nodding as you say so.

Tony gives you a wide toothed smile “..Agreed”


My first ever Tony imagine 🙌🏾🎉and yes I do realise he is gay in the show.

There will not be a part 2!!

Originally posted by female-winston


Dylan x Reader

Requested By Anon

You screamed as someone shot at you and out of nowhere another person gripped you by the waist and dragged you out of the line of fire. He smiled and tried to keep you calm despite the large gun in his hands.


“Hey listen I’m not going to hurt you, my names Dylan.” He said quickly.


“(Y/N).” You mumbled.

“Right, (Y/N) do you know what you found?” He asked, swallowing nervously when you nodded. “You’re going to need to run that way until you hit the road and then skip town as soon as you can.”

“But I!” You objected but he shook his head.

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Originally posted by matthewdaddorkio

(Not my gif but can you understand my Scotty feels?)
Pairing: Montgomery Scott x Reader
Word Count: 1,117
Warnings: Not so gentle swearing, some alcohol
A/N: Welcome to the Scotty trashcan, I will be your guide. I’ve been experimenting with writing in the Scottish dialect so let me know if you have any opinion of it. Don’t forget to follow me for more fics if you like! Enjoy my loves xx

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“It’s cold out”

Requested 12 & 51

Shawn and I couldn’t sleep, so naturally, we decided we would spontaneously go on a walk together. One thing I didn’t think over is that we are in Canada during winter and I didn’t bring a jacket with me.

Shawn and I were walking down the sidewalk together when an uncontrollable shiver ran through my body, Shawn obviously noticed because next thing I know is he’s taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold out” He gave me a small smile.

“Uh no, I don’t think so Mendes” I shook it off and gave it back to him.

“Why not?” He looked almost offended.

“I’m not going to take your jacket, it’s 2017 woman can do shit now” I smirked, as I continued to walk.

“Are you sure?” He grabbed my hand, stopping me from walking.

“Yes, your house is not even two minutes away. I’m pretty sure I can last until then” I smiled, pulling him along with me.

I continued to walk and admire Canada’s beauty when I noticed that Shawn wasn’t walking with me. As I was about to turn around to look for him, I felt a warm material cover my arms and shoulders, then a cold air rushed past me.

“You wouldn’t leave my jacket on the ground, so to give it back you have to catch me” Shawn called out as he ran down the road.

“Ha ha, very funny” I gripped his jacket tighter around myself and ran after the six foot three giant that I call my boyfriend.

I Want to Hold Your Hand

(part one) (part three) (ao3)

There is easily nothing worse than taking off in an airplane. You’re strapped into a tin can as it jettisons into the sky and why the fuck does anyone do this? Neil’s hand was floating above his own, dancing slightly, as if he were hesitating.

“Who are you Eric Whitacre? Just do it. Your virtual choir isn’t here and I’m not going to sing Lux Aurumque. Just—yes, do it,” Andrew says. Neil’s hand settles on his own and he pinches the skin between Andrew’s thumb and forefinger. A headache, that he didn’t even realize was creeping in, started to fade away.

“Did you know that my name was once Eric?” Neil asked. “No, yeah for real my name was Eric. It was when we first left, my first name, too, actually. We were just outside of Cincinnati, Ohio. We had stopped for the night, and it was by this university—god, I can’t remember the name of it now, but it had these unreal vocal majors that would go out and just…practice. Wherever they could they would just meet up and sing together. It was wicked cool.”

Neil reached across Andrew so his left hand was lined up with Andrew’s left hand. He looked at Andrew, and slowly started conducting a song that only he could hear.

“And anyway, Mom and I would let me sit in the back of some local fast food chain while they practiced. The person conducting, the way they controlled the speed and feel of the music, always mesmerized me. I’ll never forget when one of the girl’s came over and taught me the song they were learning. Mom was pissed; she was always worried, you know? Anyway, it was one of my favorite memories,” Neil said with a smile.

Andrew kept his hand limp, allowing Neil to direct him. Andrew knew how to conduct music. He was thinking about Cass’ husband, the overworked music professor from a small liberal arts university. Neil was humming Lux Aurumque under his breath, and Andrew was fighting a war to not see Cass humming the songs under her breath, in the exact same way, while her husband practiced after dinner. She would wash the dishes and pause to let a tiny Andrew stand on her toes and “twirl” her about the room.

“Her favorite was Frank Ticheli,” Andrew spoke after a moment. Neil look confused so Andrew continued, “Cass. They were a musically inclined family. All of them were first chair in All-State bands, the top bands too. Anyway, we would listen to Shenandoah—that was by him—the Ticheli guy, and when it finished she would always be crying. I would wipe her tears and ask why she was crying, and she told me that sometimes in the world there were things that hurt you, in the very best way. She said that it was the things that hurt you in a good way; it was those things that you owed it to yourself to keep. Keep playing them, keep listening, keep reading, and keep writing. She said to find things that took your breath away…” Andrew trailed off. Before Neil’s hand could slip away, he grabbed it.

“The first time I saw you, you immediately took my breath away,” Neil said after only a moment of hesitation. Emboldened by Andrew grabbing his hand. “Okay to be fair, you immediately took my breath away, I didn’t even have to look at you. Considering you whacked the shit out of me with my own exy racquet.”

Andrew huffed out a breath, but otherwise stayed silent. Neil turned in the little seat to face Andrew. “I can’t give you back those moments. You wouldn’t want me to, I know. But I just need for you to know that I’m not leaving and you seem convinced to stop anyone from taking me. After all this time, I trust you to keep your word. There are no words that I could ever give you that would abate any and all the fears you have, but I just have to let you know that I’m going to try to prove it to you.” It was right after Neil said this that they hit a pocket of turbulence. It was Andrew’s immediate thought that they were dying that convinced him to reply more openly than he would have otherwise.

“My favorite was Ludovico Einaudi,” Andrew said. Neil listened intently, he always did that, he was never disappointed when Andrew didn’t comment on his promises or make more promises to Neil. Neil knew that Andrew said everything that he did for a reason, and he just listened. What the actual shit? “I remember when I first played Oltremare for Cass. It wasn’t great or anything. It was on some shitty secondhand keyboard that you get for like really little kids. But I played Oltremare for her and when I was done she said that I loved things that gave me hope. I’m bad at this shit.” Andrew squeezed Neil’s hand and Neil squeezed back, hard enough to leave indentions in both of their palms. Andrew flipped their hands so Neil’s was underneath his between their seats. When he let go, a little glimmer caught Neil’s eye. It was a thick-banded ring.

Neil looked at Andrew. Andrew looked back steadily. He didn’t know what Neil was searching for or why he didn’t talk or move. Andrew was frozen. Neil having found whatever he was looking for grinned tightly at Andrew.

“I’ve never heard Oltremare, we should play for the in-flight Wi-Fi so we can look it up. Also,” Neil slipped the ring on his left hand, “Does this mean you want to go steady with me?” What a smarmy little shit.


“Oh, well, look you can see your reflection in it.”

“It means I want to marry you, dickhead.”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask nicely? You know I won’t be a kept man.” Neil sounded exactly like a breathy, southern debutante and Andrew wanted to strangle the life out of him.

“Yes or no?”

Neil took a deep breath and Andrew’s fingers twitched.

“Yeah, you’re pretty cool. I guess you can take me to the sock hop.” Neil was admiring the way the light reflected off the ring.

“Only if you wear a leather jacket, I’m really into Greasers,” Andrew intoned, dully, as the Fasten Seatbelt light lit up.

“You know, Nicky’s going to shit himself,” Neil said.

“That’s the goal,” Andrew replied, gripping Neil’s hand for the decent.

“As long as we’re being super honest, I’m kind of pissed that you stole my thunder,” Neil said.

“What?” Andrew glanced up from the vomit bags he had been considering a moment earlier, to look at Neil. “Are you pregnant?”

Neil barked a laugh. “No, you dick.” And he pulled out a slate grey ring, in a slightly wider size to fit Andrew’s blunt, boxy fingers.

Andrew’s answering smirk was absolutely sinful. “Nicky is going to have a heart attack.”

“That was the plan,” Neil said, laughing.


For: Anon

Imagine: Being Eric’s sister and your boyfriend, Four, proposes to you.

You tiptoe through the living room and grab your jacket; you quietly pull on your shoes and slowly open the door, “Y/N? Where are you going?”

Shit. You mentally curse yourself, you were a little too loud and your brother had overheard, “Oh, I-I was just going for a walk, I couldn’t sleep!”

“Really,” Eric walks up to you, yes, your brother was the badass, feared Dauntless leader, “I know you’re going to see Four.”

You sigh, you had transferred to Dauntless a year after Eric, you love Eric but much to his disapproval, you had started dating Four soon after transferring, and you two have been together for almost five years now. It’s definitely not easy dating your brother’s arch enemy, but the two of them have tried settling their differences for you, but have always failed. In fact, Eric only allowed you to continue dating Four as long as you promised to live with your brother rather than your boyfriend, “Eric, please, just let me go, Four has been planning some sort of surprise for me for ages.”

“What kind of surprise requires you to sneak out in the middle of the night?”

“Eric if I was old enough to pick my own faction and my own fate five years ago, I’m old enough to meet my boyfriend whenever I want.”

“Y/N, you’re my baby sister, I just want you to be safe.”

“For starters, I’m not a baby Eric, I’m only a year younger than you. And also, I am safe, Four loves me Eric, you can’t even deny that. You know I’m in good hands. Please let me go,” You give him you best puppy-dog eyes and he groans.

“Fine, you can go, just be safe.”

“Always!” You swing the door open and say goodbye over your shoulder.

You make your way to the roof and see Four. He has a little table set up with plates and candles, there is a single rose sitting in the middle. You look around and everything is perfect, “Aww Tobias! This is so cute!”

He pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead, “Just like you.”

The two of you sit and enjoy your meal, talking and laughing the whole time. After you have finished eating Four walks up to you and turns on a radio, he then sticks out his hand to you, “May I have this dance?”

You giggle and take his hand, he pulls you in close and the two of you start swaying to the music. You shut your eyes and allow Tobias to lead you. Suddenly you feel his hands leave your hips and you open your eyes, you find him stand in front of you biting his lip, “What?”

“Y/N, I have to ask you something.”

“What is it Toby?” You were the only one who was allowed to call him that.

“As an ex-Abnegation, I’m not really good at all this romantic stuff, and honestly there aren’t enough words in the world to describe how much I love you. So I’m just going to say it,” He steps back slightly and gets down on one knee, no way, and he pulls out a little box, “Y/N Y/L/N will you do me honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

You let a single tear slip from your eye and you squeal, “Yes!”

He slips the small, simple ring onto your finger, and gets up to kiss you. You spend the rest of the night dancing, until you finally get tired and lie on a blanket staring up at the stars, eventually you turn to Four, “Hey Toby?”


“How am I supposed to tell Eric that you’re my fiancé now?” He chuckles.

“Let’s not worry about that until the morning.”

The next morning you wake up on the roof in Four’s arms, you pull your hand up and smile, remembering that you are now his soon-to-be wife.

“You sure look happy,” You look down at Four who is sleepily smiling at you.

“Well I’m about to marry the man of dreams, of course I’m happy!” He shifts into a sitting position and kisses you. You are startled by the sound of your phone; you quickly pick it up and see 35 new messages from Eric and 6 missed calls. Shit.

“Fuck, Toby I have to go, Eric’s gonna kill me!” You quickly get up and kiss him goodbye.

You run into the apartment and smack right into Eric, his eyes narrow as he sees you, “Y/N!”

“Eric listen I can explain!” You stop as you realize that you no longer have to explain yourself to him, “Actually, no, I don’t have to explain, because I can do whatever the hell I want to do with Four. From now on I can hang out with him as much as I want to, no one, not even you can stop me from being with my future husband!”

“Husband?!” He grabs you hand and looks at the ring, his eyes instantly soften and he pull you in for a hug, “I can’t believe this, my baby girl is getting married!”

“What’s with the sudden change of heart?” You ask surprised at his reaction.

“The reason why I was always so cautious of your relationship with him was because I was scared that he was just using you. Now that the fucker finally put a ring on it, I can trust his commitment. I’m happy for you Y/N, I’m so fucking happy for you!”

The next few months are spent planning the wedding, three months after the proposal, your brother Eric walked you down the aisle and you finally became Mrs. Eaton.

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Dog!Dean Days

Paring: Dog!Dean x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: swearing (felt like it gave some flavor

Request: Could you write a plus size reader x dog!dean and like dean gets turnedinto a large dog by a witch and Y/N and dean like each other and it’s fluffywhile he’s a dog but someone like is mean about Y/N’s weight and dean like growls or bites? Fluff pls.

 A/N: I actually really like this and for the person that requested this, please tell me if I did good or not with this. I’m kind of nervous and can totally rewrite it, if you want! BTW this is my first ever one shot where one of the characters get turns into a animal. OH! and feel free to send in requests, you guys always have the greatest ideas!!

           You wake to the sound of loud barking echoing through the halls of the bunker. Pushing yourself up from your bed the soft blankets fall off your chest and land in your lap as you hold your dying head in hands. Your head pounded against your skull from last night’s celebratory round of drinks with the boys. The three of you had successfully finished a hunt, killing a witch that was murdering any woman who came in contact with her cheating husband. At first, you understood where  she was coming from, there may or not have been a time where you had to burn a scumbag boyfriend’s clothes, but killing anyone who had breasts that he ever met was never on your list of revenge.

           Barking still filled the bunker and you cover your ears with your cold hands, trying anything to stop your head from hurting even more. Suddenly your shut eyes snap open when realization hits you. You don’t have a dog. The barking stops almost as quickly and you glance up staring at the half opened door to your bedroom. Only to see it be pushed open by an invisible stranger, soft sounds like paws clicking against the floor of your room enters and it soon started to feel like the first five minutes to every horror movie you had ever seen.

           Your hand moves behind you careful to only inch slowly underneath your pillow for the knife you kept hidden under there. You grip the hilt of the blade as a mess of dark fur jumps up onto the bed and what you see next makes you want to blush from embarrassment. It was just a dog. A big, shaggy, adorable dog and one that was now making itself comfortable at the foot of your bed.

“Sam! Dean!” You cry out warily and push the rest of the blankets off of you and stand up. The cold air hits your bare legs, the plaid boxers and Zeppelin t-shirt not doing much to keep you warm and you wrap your arms around yourself. The dog lifts its head to look at you, worry almost seeming to flash in its dark bead like eyes. Sam soon comes rushing in; himself also dressed in his standard night ware, panic masking his disheveled and tired expression.

“Y/N, what—“ He stops when his eyes trail over to where the dog now laid nonchalantly.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Sam?” You ask him, your hand gesturing towards the dog that had now started to chew on the comforter.

“What? It’s not mine!” He reacts defensively,

“Well, it’s certainly not mine! You’re the one always going on and on about wanting a dog!”

“Dean would kill me if I even brought the smell of a dog inside the Impala, why would I get one?”

           You were at a loss for words, it was true. Dean Winchester was not a dog fan especially when it came to his baby, the Impala.

“Well, where did it come from then?” Sam then almost looks like a light bulb went off in his head and grabs a quarter off of your dresser, walking slowly over towards the dog. It was a solid five seconds before you realized he was testing if the mutt was actually a shapeshifter. You blamed not thinking of this sooner on your grogginess. He stands up reluctantly, after brushing the silver coin against the fur of the dog.

“Well, it’s not a shifter.” You sat down next to the dog as Sam speaks and you pet the mysterious mutt for the first time.


“Hey, Sam have you seen Dean?” You call out as you walk into the kitchen, seeing Sam feed a piece of bacon to the dog.

“Actually I haven’t. S’pose he’s still in his room?” He replies as the dog finishes off the bacon from Sam’s fingertips.

“Doesn’t sound like him,” You respond in passing and Sam gets up from his seat.

“Nothing has been sounding like him since the mark.” The reminder hits you hard. The Mark of Cain, the bane of your existence. Never did you wish something hadn’t ever been thought of. It was not more what it did to Dean but what it made him think of himself after. That he was some kind of monster. That he didn’t deserve to be saved. But how you knew he was wrong. He was the only man you’d ever known to be more deserving then to be helped, to be saved.

“Y/N?” Sam asks knocking you out of your thoughts, you reply with a quick huh before sitting on the same chair Sam was previously in. “I said I was going to go check on him.”

“Oh, okay. Tell him to get his sweet ass here before I kick it, will ya?”

“Sure thing,” He laughs out his response, leaving you alone with the furry mutt and you roughly pet him (something Sam found out). You put your hands under the dogs face, pulling it gently to look at you and say,

“Your gonna love Dean, don’t worry he can be a little rough around the edges at first but he’s a good guy under all that.” You pet him on the top of his head and say, “I promise,” for extra effect. Your eyes wander to the plate of bacon next to you and you’re almost tempted to grab a bite of one but quickly push the thought away. You had not been happy with how you look recently, more specially your weight and have been trying to stick to the strict diet Sam gave you, but one can only eat rabbit food for so long. And you felt like you weren’t even losing any weight, all this dieting did was remind you why you were doing it. You look over to the happy dog and pat him softly on the head, and it nuzzles its nose in the palm of your hand. Almost making you forget about your worries.

           It wasn’t long till you heard Sam, clumsily run into the kitchen, his hand clutching what you assumed to be one of Dean’s jackets.

“Hey, what’s wr—“ You ask but are cut off as you stand to be on the same level as the worried Winchester, even though he’s a good foot taller.

“I don’t think we killed the witch.” He blurts out,

“Yeah right, I stabbed that bitch myself.”

“Well, that must not have killed her. Look!” Sam’s hand goes flying into the side pocket of Dean’s jacket, pulling out an old hex bag.

“Shit.” You breathe out,

“And I think I know where that dog came from.” You look at him, your mind still caught in knots in how the witch wasn’t dead, “this is some kind of changing hex. I think it might’ve, you know changed Dean into…”

“Wait.” You stop him, “you’re saying this witch turned him into a dog?” Suddenly a loud bark comes from behind you and both Sam and you turn to look at the animal wagging its tail.

“Uh, I’d take that as a yes.” Sam says and you can’t help but burst into loud laughter causing the dog—Dean, to bare his teeth.


Two days. Two days and Dean was still a dog, and you and Sam still were not any closer to finding the witch. You both had sat uncomfortably surrounded by books, anything to find how to reverse the spell and Dean was not making it easy. With his constant barking and growling and it was more than once you or Sam had remind him you guys couldn’t actually understand him. But it wasn’t all bad; in fact you almost liked Dean better this way especially when he would sleep at the edge of your bed butterflies would dance inside your stomach, but you still missed the old Dean. The one where you could stare into his bright green eyes all day, the whole situation was just really confusing.

           After the third time, Dean had barked loud and continually Sam slammed his book shut causing you to jump back in response.

“Dean, would you just shut up?” He yells towards Dean and he gave a couple mocking barks in response. Sam turns his head towards you, his eyes pleading and you give a large sigh before slapping your hands on the table and pulling yourself up.

“Hey boy!” You say to Dean, over exaggerating the dog talk, “How about we go for a walk?” You could almost swear you saw Dean’s infamous bitch face but was soon overshadowed by the wagging of his brown tail.


           The hot sun cascades in brilliant yellow rays as you walk Dean down the grey sidewalk, passing shop by shop and you were quickly regretting ever taking him. Every time a relatively attractive woman would pass by, Dean would tug on the leash you had on him and watch the girls saunter away. And every time you felt your heart sink and the strong urge to whack his nose with a rolled up newspaper. Suddenly, you feel another tug from Dean and you were two steps away from yelling at him to quit it when you looked up to see the local bar. Everything clicking into place, you refrain from saying anything but instead kneel down so you’re eye level with best friend.

“Sorry Dean-o,” you tell him, looking at his dark eyes only making you miss his bright green ones more, “sign says no dogs aloud.”

           Dean’s head looks past your shoulder to see the white sheet of paper the said in bright red letters, “NO DOGS” and his face falls. All of a sudden, soft shade blocks the sun from your face and you look up to see three girls, all in tight tank tops to over accentuate their breasts standing above you.

“If you would kindly move your fat ass that would be great,” the tallest of the three said, looking judging towards you. You stand up, leaving Dean to sit on the hot pavement and stare at the three.

“Excuse me?” You ask them, generously giving the girl a chance to change what she said before you’d knock out her perfect teeth.

“I told you to get you ugly, fat ass out of the way. Your blocking everyone with your huge love handles.” She says again and her words hit you, hard and it takes you longer to respond. Her friends looked smug at your silence.

“I’m sorry, did she hurt your feelings?” The only brunette of the three girls ask, patronizingly slow but when she doesn’t think her words hit home she adds, “Is giganticor gonna cry?” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and that’s when Dean jumps to his paws and growls angrily towards them, baring his teeth and snapping wildly.

“Would you take control of your dog?!” One of them freaks but that almost seems to spure Dean on and he barks even louder, causing at least two to shriek in girlish yelps. You grab on your leash pulling him back to try and stop him.

“Dean!” You yell over him and his angered fit suddenly stops as his head lifts up to look at you. You mouth, its okay before pulling him away and leaving the frightened trio. When you’re a safe distance away you kneel back down to look at him.

“What the hell was that for, Dean?!” His eyes flash with concern and a soft cry comes from the back of his throat and your voice lowers from angry.

           “Hey, that was nice what you did back there, but I can take it. I’m a big girl; I tie my own shoes and everything. I don’t need you looking out for me.” He places a brown paw on your bended knee and smile warmly to him knowing what Dean would probably be saying right now. Suddenly, of what the three bitches were saying comes rushing back to you and your heart sinks a little bit more. It was more that they said those things in front of Dean, the man you had been madly in love with for a year and a half. As you stand up, you can’t help but mutter under your breath, “it’s not like they didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

           You were so caught up in the mess of thoughts you missed the sad look of adorable dog that was Dean Winchester.


           You wake the next day, but not to the soft press of fur between your skin and comfortable blankets but instead to strong arms and the strong smell of old dog. You open your eyes to find Dean’s arms wrapped firmly around you, his body pressed behind you as his face lay in the crook of your neck. He was back! He was normal!…..He was practically spooning you. The thought hits you and you have to refrain from gasping. Suddenly you hear the sound of your phone buzz harshly against the top of your nightstand. You reach for it careful not to stir Dean from his slumber.

1 message. Shown against the screen and you clicked it open. Sam sent you text, short and sweet. Found the witch last night when you were walking Dean, was hiding in some abandoned apartment, is he normal?

You smile and quickly reply with a yes but before you could hit send Dean shifted against you, you could feel his lips move along the back of your neck when he spoke.

“You’re beautiful, okay? You got that?”

           You place the phone back on the nightstand and turn yourself around so you were facing him. His eyes were filled with sincerity and you unwillingly smile towards him.

“I got it.” You respond he smiles back, even though you didn’t believe a word he was saying you knew that he at least believed it. And that made all the difference. The man of your dreams believed you were beautiful.

“Good. I was worried I was gonna have to go into some long chick flick speech to convince you. You just need to not worry what those bitches said, I think your beautiful and you should too.”

           His words made tears well up in your eyes and you quickly try to laugh it away.

“So, I guess being a dog made you quite the insightful one.” You joke and he smiles, pushing away a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, insightful and full, I had no clue how much a dog can actually eat. I was seriously always hungry!” You both laugh at his comment, letting the morning wash over you. Your phone buzzing with worried texts from Sam, since you never really got back to replying, but to be honest you couldn’t hear him over yours and Dean’s laughter.

Show Me Love 2

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Plot: Sometimes friends help with one’s romantic dilemmas.  Sometimes, they’re just assholes about it.

Warnings: StudentXProfessor relationship (No minors involved, Reader is a Grad student and completely legal at the age of 25), Language (you all know me by now, I mean c’mon), sexual tension, shitty bro talk (I’m bad at it because I’m not a dude, go figure ;P), shitty text images

A/N: Have some Bucky POV!  Also, my love for making Natasha the sassy best friend knows no fucking bounds. I apologize that I couldn’t generate a group text image, but Wanda only texts a couple of times, and I figured they were easy enough to gather that they were hers (She did what??? and anything about Vision lol) Let’s play a game called spot Lena’s crack-ships! ❤️

⬅️⬅️PART 1 ||| PART 3➡️➡️

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

“ ‘I think a woman like you deserves to be worshiped’?”  Steve mocked with uproarious laughter as he handed Bucky a beer. “What the hell?”

“Jesus, man I don’t know!  It just slipped out!”

“That is by far the cheesiest line you’ve ever used.  Sam agrees from his stool at the side of the pool table.

“I don’t know, do you remember the line he used on his last girl?” Steve questions as he lines up his shot.  The three of them usually came here on Monday nights to blow off the beginning of the week steam, seeing as they didn’t have any classes to teach on Tuesdays and could sleep in as late as they needed with no repercussions.

“How could I forget? Good ole’ Dot.” Sam muses and Bucky crinkles his nose.

“Dot was a bitch, man.” Shrugging, Sam puts both hands on his pool cue to support his weight as he leans forward, fixing the brunette with a knowing look.

“True, but you’ve never really had good taste in women.  Dot’s a bitch, this chick’s your student-”

“Oh, come on! She’s a Grad student! Mid-twenties at least, give me a break.”  Bucky’s teeth grind.  He never should’ve told these clowns.  But he couldn’t get the image of Y/N on her knees in front of him out of his head.

“Yeah, sure.”  Sam chuckled, bringing his bottle up to his lips. “Cradle robber.”

“Oh what, cuz I’m the only one who’s been attracted to their student, right?”  Bucky’s eyes roll, knowing for a fact they were going to deny it.

“Yes.” The two men chirped in unison, deadpanning their friend. He snorts, taking his own shot, sinking two balls at once.

“Like hell!  Steve, you couldn’t wait until Sharon graduated so you could get in her pants!”  The blonde blushes slightly, raising his hand to rub at the heat collecting at the back of his skull as he blushes.

“Well…yes.  But I waited! Can you imagine what Stark would’ve done if he found out!”

“What do you mean ‘found out’?” Bucky huffs, throwing his arms in the air.
“You’re engaged!”

“It’s been three years since she graduated, he doesn’t have to know.”

“Do my ears deceive me, or is innocent little Stevie keeping a secret from the President?”  Sam chuckles, standing to shrug out of his leather jacket.

“We’re talking about Bucky here, not me!”  Steve huffs, desperately trying to side step out of the spotlight that has been swung from his best friend to him.

“You’re both full of shit because I know for a fact you’re attracted to Romanoff.” Bucky jabs his finger toward a blank-faced Sam.  He merely smirks.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve caught you staring.”

“Like you haven’t done it yourself?” Smug bastard thinks he has him.  But he doesn’t, because -

“No, he’s too busy staring at Y/N.” Steve chuckles, taking the words right out of Bucky’s own mind. 

“Suck my dick, Rogers.”

“You sure you wouldn’t rather Y/N do that?” Sam adds on and suddenly Bucky is very tired of being ganged up on.  His lip curls lazily as the Steve and Sam fist bump.

“Look, I never said I would do anything.  I just…she’s smart, y’know?  Insanely.  She’s always engaged in my lectures, always digging up tidbits of her own to tell me after class.  She really cares. And she’s funny, charming, and quick.  Gives Natasha a run for her money, and we all know how sarcastic she is.”  The two men grunt in agreement.  Every professor on campus knew Natasha Romanoff and how she could talk through an entire lecture. Quick little vixen could distract an unwitting teacher for the whole hour if she wanted, and yet somehow made all A’s.  “Not many I know can do that. Doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning.”  He murmurs the last bit, not nearly quietly enough. 

And his friends are smirking at him, big as you please.

“Alright, spit it out.” Bucky sighs.

“Dude.  She wants you too.”  He cocks an eyebrow at Sam’s observation, hoping he doesn’t give his sudden, bubbling excitement away.

“What gives you that idea?”  Yeah, play it cool.  They’ll never know.

“How many people do you know that are as obsessed with war studies as you are?  Hell, how many women do you know like that?  No one would stay after every class to talk to someone as boring as you unless they wanted…” Sam reaches up with a loosely clenched fist and presses his tongue against his cheek in an incredibly obscene gesture before he shrugs.

“So she’s into old farts?”

“Watch it, Rogers, I’m only a year older than you.”

“So does that make me the most eligible Bachelor?” Sam asks, tucking his arms behind his head with a smile.

“That would imply that anyone wants you, man.” Bucky snaps back with a smile, and for once the smaller man remains quiet.  Finishing off his beer, Buck heads to the bar and grabs yet another.  

Tomorrow was going to be a late morning.

You’re just settling in from getting ready to relax for the night, the stress of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders when your phone chirps near your crossed legs on the bed beside you a few moments after you sit down.   Wanda’s name lights up the screen, and with a swipe of your thumb, you’re met with way too many emojis.

You roll your eyes at Natasha’s response and for a moment seriously consider deleting the group texts altogether.

You’re scowling as you type your own responses, rapping against the wall behind your headboard.

Natasha knocks back twice.

It was silent for a few moments and you took the time to open your laptop and type in a search in google.

After a few minutes, you reach for your phone again.


Rolling your eyes, you set your phone down again and return to the search engine you’ve got pulled up.  Clicking on the first link you find, you settle under your covers and bring your laptop up on your lap.

The first is an article, featuring several photos, and different sources on the myth of The Howling Commandos.

“Sexy.”  Natasha’s voice pulls you out several minutes later, referring to the pore strip on your nose and the messy bun your hair is thrown up into.  You instantly snap the laptop shut.  Her eyes narrow suspiciously.  “What the hell were you doing?”

“Nothing.” The stank face you receive lets you know she doesn’t buy it.  Not one bit.

“You’re googling what Dr. Barnes was fangirling over this afternoon, aren’t you?”

“No.” You answered all too quickly.

“No?  Then you wouldn’t have a problem showing me, then?”

“Well, I -”

“Oh my god, Y/N!  You totally were!”  She groans, plopping onto the foot of the bed. 

“So what if I was?  I thought it sounded interesting.”  You shrug simply, opening the browser once more.

“You only thought that because Dr. Barnes finds it interesting.  There are easier ways into a man’s pants, you know?” Red eyebrows wiggle suggestively as Nat shakes her chest at you.

“Yes, I know.  Can I at least try my way, for once?”  You groan, running a hand down your face.

“Whatever you say, babe.  Just don’t come crying to me when you’re single forever and a crazy cat lady.”

“You know you’d be right there beside me, right?”  She snorts unattractively at your jab but nods none the less.

“Yeah, probably.”

Beside you, your phone chimes while Natasha’s vibrates in her pocket.

The two of you giggle loudly, bidding each other a goodnight as Natasha rises to return to her own room.

“Y/N and Bucky sittin’ in a tree,” The pillow you throw is dodged easily, caught, then thrown back at you.  “F-U-C-K-I-N-G!”  She finishes singing as you recover from being pelted in the face from the pillow.

“Goodnight, bitch!”  You call affectionately.

“Night, slut!”

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Is That True? / Mino Oneshot (Angst)

Originally posted by soo-hyuks

Okay everyone, before you read this, please note that this whole oneshot is heavy angst. I do not think Mino is this way, nor is any of this reflective on how I look at him. Thank you and enjoy!

And so, it had inevitably happened again, much like night prior, though the events always seemed to differ in some way, some how. Like a week ago, for instance, Mino had stumbled his way into our tiny apartment, reeking nothing but of the typical whiskey, falling asleep the second he hit our bedsheets, even puking in his sleep. And I was the one to turn him, clean him up, and make sure he was still breathing through the night.

Tonight though, it wasn’t as pleasant as it usually was, though pleasant was far beyond what any encounter actually was. I had heard the door creaking open, the digital clock beside the bed I’d been asleep on reading at 4:07. It was later than usual. The door then slammed, a groan falling from my mouth, pulling me out of my sleep I had thought that maybe, I’d get this time.

The scene before me, as my bare feet padded against he hardwood floor, was none out of the ordinary, for a drunk Mino was a normal Mino. He grinned, his thick body swaying slightly as he made his way towards me, his arms engulfing me in a tight, desperate hug. “Jagi…” He began, his voice deep and weaved in between hours of drinking. Of partying. I just stood there, taking in the scent of the alcohol and sweat that lingered on my shitty boyfriend.

“Why are you home so late?” I questioned, pretending I actually cared. Once you get pushed off to the side every night, for a year, for parties and night clubs, the love you hold starts to fade away. And sometimes, sometimes it never came back. He was no longer than man I had fallen in love with. No, to me, he was only the other half of rent now.

A heavy sigh fell from his swollen lips as he let his arms become dead weight, his eyes boring into me with a look that I wasn’t used to. “Is it any of your business?” He was angry, and though Mino was always plastered, he was never violent.

“It is.” Because when you wait every night, losing sleep, making sure someone who you have a responsibility over is safe, it becomes your business. I felt like his mother, and that wasn’t the type of love I had wanted. It’s not the love I want.

“If you want to know so god damn much,” He grumbled, turning and stumbling over to the kitchen, his calloused hands laying flat against the granite counter, holding his body up. He opened the fridge, grabbing a beer bottle from the inside and slamming it shut, paper and magnets falling to the tiled floor. Love letters and pictures of us from years ago laying on the ground, only to be stepped on as Mino moved again. “Taehyun left without me. I had to find a ride home.”

After years and years of actually loving what was now the monster before me, I grew aware of his peculiar tendencies. One of which being cussing when he got caught within something that he couldn’t find a way out of. I knew him to well for him to ever begin to try to lie to me. “Mino,” My voice raised, and though he was bigger, and more intimidating, I didn’t care. I was done. “Why are you home so late?” I asked again, his body turning toward me. He was livid.

My feet though, stood still as he fell towards me, his breath hitting my nose filling my head with the smell of Jack, swarming my head, making me force back a gag. He was centimeters from my face, his words filled with hatred. He spit at me, “You want to know why I’m home so late tonight?” He was such a condescending asshole at this point in our ‘relationship’ that I wanted to slap him across his face. But I held back.

His tone, his stature, the time of night, everything was completely and utterly suspicious. I wanted to know. “Yes.”

He grinned. God, did I hate that grin that only appeared within the shadows at night after he’d come home, trashed. His sober smile, now that, that was a sight to behold, but yet it was a faint memory in the back of my head. I watched as his hand slid in the pocket of his jacket, his brown, glassed over eyes not once breaking eye contact with me. The grin, that shit eating grin that I fucking hated, only grew wider, as he pulled a small piece of red fabric from his pocket, dangling it in my face. A thong.

I didn’t gasp, no. I did not cry. I only sighed as I watched the man I barely recognized before me begin laughing, stuffing the panties back in his jacket, placing a hard kiss to my cheek. I felt how his saliva stayed there, burning a hole through my skin. “You shouldn’t have asked.” He giggled again, pulling away from me, trying to find his way into the bedroom, only tripping and falling to a crumpled mess on the ground beneath him. He was pathetic.

To say I was hurt, was true. I did not walk away from him cheating with a high head and dignity that someone who no longer loves their partner should have. No, I was angry indeed. To be used so much every single day, only to be cheated on. I’m the one that took care of him, even with the resentment that budded in my heart. I was his only hope in surviving the way he lived. Without me, he would have been dead months ago from alcohol poisoning.

“You are a real shit head, Mino.” I whispered, leaving him on the ground as I went and pulled blankets and pillows from the bedroom, laying myself down on the couch. “Sleep in the bed tonight.” There was no love in my words.

He’d fallen asleep easily, and I, not so quickly, watching the headlights of cars passing outside across the ceiling of my living room. Pondering, no, prodding at the idea, that maybe, I should leave the man that I hated, for there was no longer any gain for me. I hated him. He hated me. It was as simple as that.

It felt as if hours passed by until I heard Mino coughing from the bedroom, puking loudly. I pulled myself from the couch, opening the french doors, watching as he laid on his back, choking on his own vomit.

‘What a way to go out,’ I thought, not moving as he began choking louder and louder, and eventually.. he stopped, his body going limp. And only then did I fall asleep soundly, knowing that he was safe from now on.


Words: 10,495
Cas x Reader
Warnings: insinuations of sexy time, but nothing else really! Tiny bit of angst & grief.
Requested by anonymous aaaand anonymous!!
A/N: Such fluff. SUCH FLUFF. FLUFFFFFF and a little bit of angst, but then more FLUFFF!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What about that one?” Sam asked pointing through the glass. He leaned down to examine it through the front of the case. “It looks nice,” he said, turning to examine Cas’ reaction.

The furrowed brow and quizzical expression was unchanged.

Cas tightened his lips into a frown. “No. That’s not it,” he said.

There was a groan from somewhere behind him and Dean suddenly leaned dramatically down onto the nearest jewelry case and rubbed a hand over his face. “Cas. You’re killing me. We’ve looked at about a hundred different rings, at literally 10 different stores. Do you even know what you’re looking for?”

Cas straightened up and turned towards him. “Yes. I’m looking for the perfect one,” he said plainly, as if that explained everything.

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes a little. “Oh, right. Of course. That really narrows it down…” he said sarcastically. He caught Sam’s eye and refused to wilt under the disapproving stare.

”Cas, maybe if you could narrow it down to a certain cut you think Y/N would like, or the type of band, or a specific artist?” Sam offered hopefully.

Cas shook his head. “No. When I find the right one, I’ll just know.”

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anonymous asked:

do you have any cute domestic andreil headcanons?

Omg yes I have, thanks for the ask anon ❤ 


  • Neil wearing Andrew’s clothes (not just at home)
  • Andrew being jealous of the cats
  • But not showing it
  • Andrew and Neil wearing their matching jackets
  • But
  • Andrew wearing Neil’s, and Neil wearing Andrew’s
  • Andrew giving Neil a mug that says “world’s worst boyfriend” (of course he doesn’t mean it, it’s just his way to show affection and Neil knows)
  • Andrew with stubble
  • Neil kissing Andrew’s stubble
  • Andrew wearing Neil’s clothes and saying “your clothes are shit”
  • And Neil “then why do you wear them? take them off if you don’t like them”
  • And Andrew “It was what I had most at hand” and refusing to take it off (because they smell like Neil so it’s like having him around even when he’s not close and it feels like home) (of course he won’t say this)
  • Andrew kissing the cats when no one sees him
  • but one day Neil catches him
  • and stands there just staring at his cute boyfriend
  • and when Andrew sees him, his cheeks turn slightly red
  • and Neil can’t help but say “cute”
  • And Andrew says “306% Josten”

Alec: *loses his favorite jacket* Damn it Clary.

Alec *runs out of his favorite drink* Damn it Clary

Alec: *is sat down by Magnus who is cancelling a date to attend to another matter* Fucking damn it Clary, I am tired of your shit.

Magnus: Why are you cursing Clarissa’s name under your breath. She isn’t even here.

Alec: Yes, but I do know she is to blame.

The Honey House,  Chapter 16


Rae stood on the tips of her toes, bringing those bottle greens eyes of hers level with his but Negan could hardly look at them. Instead he focused on the way her tongue licked across her lips before she said, “I just wanna feel the way you make me feel.”

That was all it took, her hands on his chest and those words and Negan was already feeling exactly how she made him feel, like a desperate man. He tipped his head away from her advance, his gaze creeping from her lips to see the determination in her red ringed eyes. He didn’t say anything and she didn’t hesitate. She buried her hand in his hair, pulling him close enough for her lips to brush against his and demand a kiss. Who was he to resist such sweet temptation?

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this is really late but here’s the boy @lyuushuu


Caught while hunting for your group, Negan takes a liking to you and finds out your Rick’s daughter.

“Get up; Boss wants to see if you will talk yet.” You forced your weak body to stand, Dwight watching you from the door, offering no help. Not that you expected any, none of the Saviors have been kind to you since they found you.

You had been out hunting for food, when you were caught by the Saviors. Apparently you had been on their ‘territory’ and they had to take you to their boss, a man called Negan. You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet, being interrogated by a man named Simon. You refused to give up any information which made the rest of the Saviors pretty angry. They seemed to like to throw you around and make derogatory comments towards you, which you sort of expected being horny men in the apocalypse.

You were with a group of survivors that your dad sort of ‘ruled’ over, he wasn’t like this Negan guy though. When you came across people, you didn’t take them against their will; you asked if they wanted to join you. You didn’t understand why they were so interested in you. You hadn’t had much in your bag, you weren’t a tough fighter, you knew enough to survive. You hadn’t seen Rick, your dad, and the rest of the group in a while because you had got lost after hunting causing you to be out for a couple days. You had left just before they had set off for Hilltop to get a woman called Maggie to a doctor to check on her baby. You were so happy for her and her husband Glenn, having a baby right now probably wasn’t the best idea but it was still an exciting time.

You guessed because Simon hadn’t been able to get you to talk, Negan wanted to have his go.  You didn’t care who this guy was, you weren’t about to betray everyone at Alexandria or Hilltop, putting them in danger, just to save your skin. You had been led to a wooden, brown door. Dwight knocked firmly on it, with a deep voice shouting “Send her in.”

You opened the door, Dwight giving you a little nudge causing you to turn around and glare at him. You turned back around to be met by a tall man, with a tight leather jacket on. He was sat at a desk with his feet propped up on the top, a seat sitting in front. He gestured for you to sit in the seat opposite him, his eyes following your movements. You felt extremely awkward and on edge, feeling exposed in front of him. “Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?” he cooed, rubbing his salt-and-pepper beard. “Here is how it’s gonna go. You tell me where your group are, and I’ll make sure your stay here is pleasant.” You scoffed. “I don’t have a group, I was on my own and I have been for a while.” He laughed, obviously not believing you. “Well, fuck me. That’s funny because when my guys picked you up, they found a sheriffs hat in your bag, and I happen to know a Sheriff in a group not so far from where you were. So… cut the bullshit.” He said, looking serious and pissed off. You gulped, knowing he was on to you. “You’ll come to learn sweetheart that nothing gets past me. So don’t even try that shit. I will shut that shit down.” You knew you were going to be rumbled, so you sighed deeply. You decided that it would be better to confess now, rather than him finding out himself causing you to be in deeper shit.

“Okay, fine. I have a group, the sheriff is my dad. I was out hunting for food when your guys found me.” He laughed, banging his fist firmly on the table. “Well done, darlin’. You’re learning already! Now because, you’ve been such a good girl.” He winked. “I’ve asked my men to make a room up for you, and it’s just down the hall! It’s like were neighbors!” Laughing, he got up, directing you on where to go. He walked you down the hall, unlocking the door to your new accommodation.

You walked into the room, seeing your black rucksack lying on the bed. You opened it, seeing your confiscated items back in the bag. You looked over at Negan, who was leaning against the wall with his hand on his hip, looking you up and down, smirking to himself. “Thank you.” You mumbled, not wanting to be rude and piss him off as he could decide to throw you back in the cold cell. “No problem, sweetheart.” He winked, standing up right and walking off.

‘Mark my words, her ass is going to be mine.’

You had been at the Sanctuary for around 3 weeks and you had quickly learned that you had to earn your keep here; you had finally earned enough points to get some alcohol. You just wanted to get wasted, you felt you deserved it. Negan had been getting his men to give you the toughest jobs to ‘prove’ yourself to him. You huffed, hadn’t you proved yourself by being truthful about your group? Not to begin with, but you eventually cracked. The only upside was you had been earning points like crazy, meaning you could afford the ‘luxuries’ like alcohol. You had just got back to your room, putting the Vodka bottle on the side table near your bed. You had a little en-suite off to the side of the room, with a shower, toilet and sink. You ran the tap and splashed some of the cold water on your face, using the flimsy towel to dry off. Picking up the plastic cup from the bathroom, you sat on your bed, grabbing the Vodka. You took the cap off, pouring about a shot worth in the cup. Downing it, cringing at the slight burn running down your throat. ‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself, drinking it straight from the bottle.

You were currently walking around the sanctuary, drunk out of your head. Everyone was staring at you, as you stumbled past them. You hair was messily hanging around your face, you had on your sheriff hat and you were barefoot, you walked into the canteen looking around for someone to talk to. You saw Dwight finishing up washing some plates, in the back of the kitchen. “Heyyyyyyy.” You slurred, looking at him with a goofy smile on your face. ‘God, she’s so beautiful. Even when she’s piss drunk.’ Dwight thought to himself, but remembered what Negan had told all of the men.

“Don’t any of you dare look at Y/N. She is mine, and if any of you horny fucking bastards even glance her way, I will end you. No exceptions.”

Dwight gulped, not really knowing what to do. Should he leave you alone and go fetch Negan or take care of you himself? He decided on the first option not wanting to piss off Negan. “Y/N wait here, I’m going to fetch Negan.” You rolled your eyes.

“But, he’s boring! Always angry and waving that stupid bat around like he owns the place!”

“He does own this place, Y/N.”

“Well, I don’t care! I don’t know why you are all so scared of him! It’s just a performance, an act! He just needs to feel powerful to compensate for his little 1-incher!” You giggled, finding your joke hilarious, clutching your stomach. Dwight not so much, looking behind you with fear. “What the fuck are you looking at, I’m right here!” you spun around, understanding Dwight’s mood change. He was standing there with Lucille sitting on his shoulder, a small smirk on his face. “Make yourself scarce, Dwight. Me and Y/N are going to have a little chat.” He bent down, throwing you over his shoulder. “Hey! Get off me! This is fucking assault!” you exclaimed, like crime still existed. As Negan carried you, Lucille kept hitting your skin, causing little scratches on your body.

Negan kicked his door open, throwing you on his bed, bouncing a little. You should have been scared but the alcohol was giving you confidence that was probably going to get you killed. Negan dropped Lucille on his desk, loosening his scarf a little from around his neck. “So doll, you’re not scared of me? You know if it had been any other motherfucker saying all that shit about me, they would have met Lucille. But with you, it just makes me hard. I fucking love that dirty little mouth.” He slipped off his leather jacket, advancing towards you, placing it on the edge of the bed. He took the sheriff hat off your head, throwing it to the side of the room. He got in your face, “You need to be punished, don’t you Y/N?” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes, sir.”

You woke up the next morning with Negan’s arm around your bare chest, the covers exposing the top half of your body. You looked like shit, and had a massive pounding in your head. You slowly got up, being careful not to wake up Negan. You could barely remember the night before, but hell did you remember Negan. You felt terrible but to say he wasn’t a good lover would be a straight up lie to yourself. He was a sex god, knowing a woman’s body like the back of his hand. You walked towards the en-suite, before catching the sight of Negan’s tanned ass, uncovered by the sheets. You smirked, before he spoke out. “Take a picture baby, it would last longer. Maybe something to look at when I’m not around, eh?” he smirked, pulling the covers over himself, sitting up in the bed. “Anyways, you need to get your shit together, and get ready. We are heading out to Alexandria.” Your face went into confusion. “Alexandria? That’s where my dad’s group were.” He nodded. “We are going to pay him a visit, besides we need to get his blessing.”

Blessing, for what?

I’m not as witty and charming as Negan so i apologize if this seems out of character lol. I may continue this idk x