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A Lesson in Love (The First Date)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,978

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist

@avengerstories - Nik, you’re a genius editor. Your brain is almost as perfect as your face (I would like to thank Leslie Knope for coming up with this compliment because it works perfectly for you)

Originally posted by arianagrandes

“Y/N, you have a message!”

“What does it say?” You call back, too scared to step away from your laptop and lose the flow of inspiration that had hit you out of the blue. With a draft due in a few days for your Creative Writing class, you’ll take what you can get.

Wanda emerges from your room, phone in hand and a grin lighting up her features. “Is there something you forgot to tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Wear something comfortable tonight, but not white,” Wanda reads directly from your phone. “I’m so excited. Happy face.”

Your hands freeze over your keyboard, knowing exactly who that message is from without Wanda having to tell you. “Oh.”

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Peter Parker ~ You Scared?
Word Count: 2118

Originally posted by scottlamg

Peter appears from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, a 2-liter of coke and a bottle of water. On top of of that, he’d thought it would be humorous to balance a couple packs of candy on the top of his head just to show off. 

“Oooo, what candy you got?” Once he makes it over to the blanket that you laid out in front of the tv, he dips his head down to make the candy fall. “Peter, I think we’re gonna be up all night!” Picking up the bag of sour patch kids, a wicked grin spreads across your lips. 

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Imagine #18- Brendan Gallagher *Requested*

“Jealous Gally?

You and Brendan have been dating for three years now, and it has been the best three years of your life. You guys have such a close relationship and you can’t imagine your life without him. Right before you knew he had to go out for warmups for his upcoming game against the Flyers you sent him a good luck text, “Good luck babe score one for me see you after the game!”, he replied back almost instantly, “Thank you (Y/N) love you see you then”. This happened every game, away or home, except away games you didn’t see him after, but home games you did down in the family area outside the team’s locker room. When you got to the Bell Centre the first period was just about to start, you were dressed in your usual game day outfit: a Gallagher jersey, jeans, and some boots.

You settle into your seat next to Angela Price and start chatting away happily as the other WAGs fill in their seats around you guys. The game goes by quickly and the Habs won it 3-2, and Brendan had the game winning goal! Along with some of the other WAGs you make your way down to the family area. You loved Brendan more than anything, but he sure did take a long time to get out of the locker room. All the other WAGs were gone now and said their goodbyes as you sat on your phone waiting for Brendan, this happened every game so it really didn’t bother you horribly. The visiting team’s locker room was just down the hall from the Habs room so you often saw the other players passing through since you waited so long for Brendan. Sometimes some of the guys would say  hello especially if he was a friend of Brendan’s. This time though one of the guys who you didn’t know made his way over to you- “Hey I’m Michael Del Zotto” he said putting his hand out for you to shake, “(Y/N)” you replied while shaking his hand. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?” just as he’s saying that Brendan emerges from the locker room, “She’s waiting for me” Brendan says with one of his classic smirks. “Oh my bad I didn’t know” Del Zotto says embarrassed, “Yeah cause the Gallagher jersey she is wearing wasn’t a dead give away?” you can’t help but laugh at Brendan’s comment as Michael Del Zotto makes his way out of the room shaking his head. “Geez I gotta stop leaving you out here, can’t trust these guys around you”. You smile at him, “Jealous Bgally?” you say teasing him. “Well of course you’re my girl I want everyone to know that I don’t like seeing other guys try and hit on you”. You blush, “Well thank you for coming and saving me, I quite like being your girl Brendan”. He kisses you sweetly and departs to go get his bag from the locker room.

On you way home you and Brendan stop to go out to eat, a nice dinner in the city that was super private and romantic, “Now I have you all to myself and no one not even freaking Michael Del Zotto can show up and flirt with you” you laugh and take his hand from across the table, “I love you Brendan Gallagher more than anyone in this whole world”, “I love you too (Y/N)” . Your dinner was really good and you guys spent the night talking and laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. The way Brendan got jealous made you happy you’re not gonna lie- it showed you how much he cares about you and you knew you were never gonna let him go. Once you got home from dinner you both climb into bed to cuddle and watch a movie, the perfect ending to a perfect night with your #1 guy Brendan.

Pretend : Jungkook X Reader One-Shot

      When you were a little girl, you loved to play pretend.  That way, you could be anything you wanted.  Your favorite game was housewife. That way, you could be with anybody you wanted.  As you grew older, your dream husbands ranged from pop stars to to rich business men….That is, until you met one boy in real life that caught your attention.

     “I’m just not the relationship type…” Those words rang in your ear as you picked up your phone. He wasn’t….but that didn’t matter to you.  You would just pretend that he was. In your mind he was the perfect boyfriend, and you vowed to convince him that you were the perfect girlfriend. 

     “Hey, Kookie!”  He chuckled at the nickname and greeted you in response.  “Hey, _____.  What’s up?”  “Oh, nothing.  My parents are out on business again and I got kinda lonely.”  “Want me to stop by and keep you company for a little while?”  “Would you, really?”  “Yeah, sure.  I don’t have anything to do at the moment,” he said casually.  “Great! Gimmie about an hour to make myself semi-decent looking?,” you giggled.  “Alright.  See you in a bit.”  You smiled to yourself, hanging up and standing to look in your mirror.  You quickly fixed your hair and put on some make up before heading downstairs.

     ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach…,’ you thought, pulling a batch of fresh cookies out of the oven.  Just the, you heard the doorbell ring.  You placed the cookies on the counter and swiftly moved into the living room, fixing a crooked pillow before opening the door.  “Hey there,” Jungkook smiled.  “Hi. Come in.  I was just about to put in a movie.”  He walked in and glanced at the DVD player, recognizing the disc in it.  “No way!  That’s my favorite movie!”  “Oh, really?,” you said as convincingly as possible, considering you already knew that.  “Yeah, and-…You baked cookies?”  “Chocolate chip.  Want one?,” you asked, making your way into the kitchen to grab them.  You offered him the plate and he took one, almost groaning in satisfaction as he bit into it.  “These are great, _____.  Y’know, you’re gonna make the perfect wife for some lucky guy one day,” he grinned.  You blushed at his words and answered, “Yeah…’some guy’…”.  He looked at you almost apologetically and said,  “_____, I hope you don’t feel hurt by wh-” “Want another cookie?,” you cut him off, pushing the plate towards him again.  He sighed and took another.  “Thanks…”

     By the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder.  He was a bit surprised at first, but didn’t have the heart to wake you up, so he let you stay there.  This was dangerous territory he was walking on; the thin line between friendship and relationship…But, he couldn’t bare to see you hurt again. 

     The next day at school, you walked into class to see  one of your female classmates sitting next to Jungkook…in your seat.  You decided to walk over, despite the fact that the two were obviously flirting.  “Good morning,” you smiled.  She rolled her eyes as Jungkook raised an eyebrow.  “Morning.  Um,sorry, _____, but we’re kinda busy right now…,” he articulated as nicely as possible.  “Oh, sorry.  I just wanted to give you the rest of these since you liked them so much last night,” you smirked slightly, hanging him a bag of left over cookies.  “Last night?,” the girl asked, leaning away from him.  He sighed and tried to explain, but she just huffed and left.  You sat down in your seat and asked innocently,  “What’s wrong with her?” “You know exactly what’s wrong, _____.  You just intentionally cock-blocked me…for like the second time this month!”  “It wasn’t intentional!  I just…”  “You just what, _____?”  “I just think that we are-”  “Friends!  Friends, _____.  That’s it; just friends.”  “I know that!  You never stop reminding me!”  “Well, it seems like you keep pretending we’re something more than that, and we’re not,” he said with an extremely serious tone.  And suddenly, you were forced to face reality.

     Over the next few weeks, you had cut off all contact with Jungkook in a vain attempt at trying to find something else in the real world that interested you.   Or maybe someone else.  With no luck in doing so, you decided to stop looking for your happiness in other people.  Eventually, you realized that your childhood dreams of being the pop star or businessman’s wife should have been dreams of being the pop star or business woman, yourself.  And now, that’s what you wanted: to focus on yourself.

     You were sitting home alone one night, eating dinner, when you heard a knock on the door.  To your surprise, you opened it to see Jungkook.  “Uh…hi…”  “Hi…Can I come in?”  You nodded and stepped aside, closing the door behind him.  “I’m really sorry, _____.  I was kind of a jerk to you, especially since I basically yelled at you in front of ev-”  “It’s fine, Jungkook.  I shouldn’t have tried to make you something you’re not.  You had every right to be upset because it’s true: we’re not dating.”    “…About that….,” he said timidly, twiddling his thumbs as he stepped forward.  “I kind of…want to…try…,” he continued, looking into your eyes.  You paused for a second, folding your arms.  “Jungkook, do you think I’ve just been sitting around waiting for you to decide that you like me and-,” noticing your volume slightly increase, he pecked you on the lips to calm you down and stop your rambling.  “No, and I don’t expect you to say yes…But what I do think is that I made a big mistake because…I miss you, _____.  I miss the way you used call me Kookie, and the cute little voice mail messages you used to send, and movie nights, and your cooking, and just….you.”  “So, your only reason that would convince me…is the fact that you miss me?”  “No.  I have twelve other reasons and they’re all covered in chocolate chips,” he said, holding out a bag of cookies with a hopeful smile.  You bit your bottom lip to hold back a grin and took the bag.  “I’ll think about it.”

Maybe living in reality isn’t such a bad thing after all…. 

Everybody's Waiting For A Twist at the End

credit to- Dove_of_Doom

They were trudging through the woods, Henry Shears, a paunchy, balding accountant in a rumpled grey suit, and Dylan holding a rifle at his back.

“Why are you doing this?” Shears asked.

“Money,” Dylan replied.

“This is your job?”

“On occasion.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Shears said, his voice cracking.

“I know,” Dylan said. “I want the money.”

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anonymous asked:

Nathan and Warren baking christmas cookies (for that nathan sneaks out to spend christmas with warrens family ask)

Nathan was in pure bliss.
Warren’s mother was a /goddess/ when it came to cooking. And it didn’t help that the aroma- the beautiful, sweet aroma- filled the cozy house quickly. Nathan was in soft pyjamas and didn’t have to worry about being prim and proper. He sat under a warm blanket in front of the TV, listening to Christmas movies as background noise.
“You should just stay with us forever.” Warren’s mom laughs as she settles down on one of the couches. “You’re always welcome in the Graham house, Nathan! You’ll always be family.”
Nathan starts tearing up, and smiles. Warren’s house always knew how to make him feel better.
“Hey Nate, I’m gonna make some cookies! You wanna help?”
Nathan goes over and wraps his blanketed arms around Warren’s waist from behind. “Yeah, I wanna help.” Nathan mumbles against Warren’s back.
And so, they begin making cookies.
At the end- Nathan and Warren’s cookies looked… A little less than perfect. But that’s only because Nathan had cookie dough smeared on his face- Warren having frosting smeared. Nathan somehow had frosting in his hair. Nathan looked upon the cookies.
“They’re… A bit messed up.” Nathan laughs. “They’re not as perfect as I’d imagined they’d be.”
“I don’t know… I think they’re pretty cute. Especially this one.” Warren smears frosting on Nathan’s nose and kisses him.
“Oh my goodness, you’re so cheesy. Besides, that doesn’t even work! I’m not a cookie, obviously.” Silly Graham.
“No, you’re right… But, you’re definitely sweeter than one.” Nathan feels his cheeks flush and looks down, smiling.
“You idiot.” Nathan leans into Warren’s arms, sighing.
Nathan could definitely deal with Holidays at the Graham household.

Creepypasta #774: Everyone’s Waiting For A Twist At The End

Length: Super long

They were trudging through the woods, Henry Shears, a paunchy, balding accountant in a rumpled grey suit, and Dylan holding a rifle at his back.

“Why are you doing this?” Shears asked.

“Money,” Dylan replied.

“This is your job?”

“On occasion.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Shears said, his voice cracking.

“I know,” Dylan said. “I want the money.”

“Just let me go. I’ll pay you anything you want.”

“Wouldn’t work,” Dylan said. “Guy who paid me would be pissed. Might try havin’ me killed. Even if he didn’t, next time I need cash, he sure as hell wouldn’t hire me.”

“Who is he?” Shears asked.

“Guy I know.”

“Why does he want me dead?”

“‘Cause some other guy paid him to make it happen,” Dylan said. “Or some gal. Don’t know. Don’t matter.”

The woods were getting thicker, the light dimmer. As they pressed on, Shears’ pace was slowing. Dylan’s too.

“I have a wife!” Shears blurted out. “Two boys! My mother has Alzheimer’s… They need me…”

“Already knew about the wife and kids,” Dylan said. “Not your mom, though… Shame she’s sick, but it don’t change nothin’.”

“What will change your mind?” Shears begged. “Jesus, please! Anything you want!”

“Mind’s made up,” Dylan said. “Only reason you ain’t dead yet is I didn’t wanna haul you to the grave I dug.”

“Please!”

Dylan sighed. “Look… Everyone thinks I’m gonna change my mind or screw up, or someone’s gonna come save 'em. Like in some movie. Ain’t gonna happen. I done this before. Went perfect every time. These movies ain’t got no twists. Just endings.”

“You’re a piece of shit!”

“I know it.”

“God damn you!” Shears yelled, then stopped dead in his tracks. They’d come to a hole, dirt piled high at its side. And a shovel.

“He damned us all,” Dylan said. “On your knees.”

Shears turned to face him. “Fuck. You.”

Dylan smiled warmly and nodded, then aimed his rifle. Shears cringed, shut his teary eyes tight, then shrieked when the Mission Impossible theme started blaring from Dylan’s pocket. Dylan pulled out his phone. “Yeah?” he answered. “No… 'Course I’m sure… Okay then.” Dylan ended the call. “Well I’ll be damned after all…”

“What!?” Shears screamed.

“It’s your lucky day,” Dylan said. “Some guy or gal don’t want you dead no more.”

“You’re… letting me go?”

“Not yet,” Dylan said. “First you’re gonna sit your ass down and count to a thousand while I get gone. Then you can go. Got it?”

“Yes!” Shears said. “Thank you!”

“Just don’t let me catch you watchin’ me leave.”

Shears sat down facing the hole, tears still wet on his grinning cheeks. “One… two… three… four… five…” he began, keeping count of Dylan’s receding footsteps, “six… seven… eight… nine… ten… ele–”

A shot rang out.

Dylan stepped over to the grave. Shears’ body had tumbled conveniently in. Most of his head too. “Sorry 'bout the ruse,” Dylan said, grabbing his shovel.

“Didn’t want you to see this comin’.”

Credits to: Dove_of_Doom

Elizabeth Banks Appreciation Post

I really think we need to take a moment to thank this woman. A lot of PP/Bechloe fans give her grief she doesn’t deserve. But she has been BEYOND generous to us. We all knew (unless you’re new to the fandom) from the start that Bechloe was never gonna happen. And anyway Pitch Perfect isn’t about Bechloe, it’s about the Bellas. This movie is gonna be really important because it’s the last time these girls are gonna be together. And you know Elizabeth could’ve easily made sure that Beca and Chloe never even went near each other, but she didn’t. She knows the fans and she knew exactly how to play it. So just sit back and enjoy the subtext.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH BANKS!  

Say Something Part 2- 4/4 Imagine

A/N: This is part two for the Say Something imagine I did two days ago, which can be found here. I wasn’t planning on making a second part but some people asked for it so here it is! I know Calums part is a little short, I wrote part one without knowing I’d make part 2 so I didn’t really know what I wanted to happen so yeah, Calums part is basically just a longer ending to part 1. I hope you like it though! If you have any requests, I’m always open for them! xx 

Michael: 
The minute the door behind you closed, you sat down on yours and Michaels bed and cried again. Unlike earlier, where you’d been in pure shock and angry at Michael, the sadness was now kicking in brutally. You didn’t expect him to come run after you, to follow you and fight for your relationship. Michael had never been the type for that, you both were quite proud people, therefore you were more than surprised to hear footsteps and a knock on the door. Michael didn’t even bother to wait until you told him to go away, he just walked into the room and quickly rushed to your shared bed. “Y/N…” You rolled your eyes, once again he failed to form a proper sentence. “Michael, what the fuck is wrong with you? Have you lost your ability to speak, usually you’re more than good with shoving your opinions up everyones ass and now you can’t even give me a proper explanation for what you’ve done?” You shook your head at him, remaining eye contact. Although you were aware your eyes were puffy and red from crying, you refused to look down and show a sign of weakness. You had always made sure Michael never forgot that you were anything but dependant on him, you wanted him to think your happiness was not relying on him. Michael sighed and took a deep breath with his eyes closed before looking at you again. “Look… I’m sorry. I really am but I knew you wouldn’t wanna hear some bullshit apology from me, I know you well enough to know a cheesy sorry wouldn’t do shit. I was drunk, stupid and horny and I know there’s no excuse for what I’ve done, I’m not trying to find one. I deserve whatever punishment you wanna give me but please, please don’t leave me. You’re all I have, Y/N. You make me happy and I’m not missing anything in this relationship. What I did was a massive fucking mistake and trust me if I could I’d undo it. But please, don’t leave me babe. I love you too much to know I caused a breakup between us.” You listened closely to what Michael said, although his apology did seem sincere you knew it would take alot for things to go back to the way they were before. “Michael, I love you too… I’m not gonna break up with you because you know, I can’t. But I want you to know that I can’t just go on and forget about this, I just can’t. You have to give me some time…” You sighed and moved slightly closer to Michael, who looked really upset. Kissing his temple, you wrapped your arm around him. Of course, you were still angry and upset and hurt and whatnot, but looking at the bigger picture, Michael meant too much to you to let him go. You had known that the second he had confessed about his mistake to you, but it wasn’t until now that you had admitted it to yourself. The truth was, Michael and you were bigger than a mistake like that and you were willing to try and forgive him.


Luke: 
You sat there in Lukes room for an hour before you decided to go home. He was probably waiting for you to leave before coming back. You didn’t blame him, what you had done was awful and you wanted to give him as much time as he needed. Still, you couldn’t help but miss his warm embrace, his soft voice and the reassurement of him just being there. When you got home, you quickly changed into your pyjamas, not expecting Luke to speak to you again today. You had just settled into your bed with some chocolate, your laptop and several seasons of Sex and the City when you heard your mum call your name from downstairs. Groaning, you rolled out of bed, put on one of Lukes hoodies you had secretly stolen from him and made your way downstairs. You gasped when you saw Luke standing in the entrance hall, soaked from head to toe. He must’ve been out for at least an hour, he looked cold and just awful. “Luke…” You began, he bit his lip and looked at you with a weak smile. “Can we talk?” He asked and you nodded. You both awkwardly went upstairs into your room where you handed him a few towels. “Do you want dry clothes or something? You’re shaking Luke…” You looked at him, his blue lips were shut as he slowly dried his hair and took his hoodie off. “Maybe a shirt and some sweats would be cool, it’s not like you don’t have half of my wardrobe at yours anyway…” Luke chuckled slightly, it was a weak chuckle but still, it gave you hope. Handing him dry clothes, you sat on the bed while he got changed before sitting next to you. “Look…” He began before shaking his head. “This is just not us…” He mumbled before laying down on your bed and covering himself with a blanket. Luke gestured for you to join him, which you did. Your head was resting on his chest, he was playing with your hair and for a second you almost forgot about what had happened. “You know I still love you like crazy right?” Luke asked, you nodded. “I love you to-” You began but he interrupted you. “I thought alot about this and to be honest, I can’t be mad at you for too long. I got really angry and I might have to smash your ex’s face in the next time I see him but yeah I guess… I don’t know. I walked alot and calmed down and I think I’m okay now… We did argue before it happened and yeah..” You smiled into Luke’s chest before leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Thank you, I… I honestly don’t know what was going on. I promise you I’ll make it up to you somehow, I never ever wanted to hurt you…” You couldn’t help but still feel bad, even when Luke shook his head. “Babe let’s just not talk about this anymore okay? You wanna watch a movie?” The thought of watching something with luke seemed like heaven right now. “I see you already have a sex and the city evening planned… You’re not gonna make me watch it again are you?” You chuckled and shook your head, nothing felt better than this. Things between you were certainly not perfect, but you knew he didn’t want to give up on you and that was all that counted for you.

Ashton: 

You were waiting for Ashton on the couch. He was upstairs in your room, collecting some of his stuff. You were sure it was just an attempt of his to make you re-consider your decision. He had acted like this was something you enjoyed, like you wanted things to be like this. He couldn’t be more wrong though: You had been crying all day, you didn’t want to do this but you had to. It was the right, mature thing to do for both of you. Hearing loud footsteps on the stairs, you got up from the couch and walked Ash to the door. “I… Uh I’ll come over soon to pick up my stuff..” You mumbled, biting your lip as you looked up at Ashton. “Yeah just make sure I’m not… Just make sure you call before you come over.” His tone was cold, you were aware what ending his sentence was supposed to have: he didn’t want to be there when you came to his place. “I’m- yeah I will.” You were going to apologize again but you knew that wasn’t what Ashton needed to hear. He nodded slightly and took a deep breath before opening the door. This was not the goodbye you had pictured, it was cold and awkward. Even though yours and Ashton’s relationship hadn’t been perfect, it had always been passionate and real. You couldn’t bring yourself to hug him even though you really wanted to. Before stepping outside, Ashton turned around once more. Tears had built up in his eyes, his voice was shaking. “You know I loved you. I still do. Every day when I wasn’t here, I…” His voice was cracking, you felt your heart actually break. “You were the most important person in my life, even when we were on different fucking continents. I never would’ve given up on you, on us. Ever. Just keep that in mind.” His words seemed hateful now, you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to cry. With that, Ashton slammed the door close. You heard his car start outside and he was gone. If only you had known you wouldn’t see him again for another six months, six months which both of you spent thinking about nothing but eachother.

Calum:

You both stayed like this for two hours, maybe even more. Feeling calums heart beat slowly against your chest, his calm breath against your neck, everything about this moment was perfect. His hand was slowly rubbing up and down your back, your fingers traced through his hair. “Calum?” You spoke quietly. He turned his head and nodded. “Mhmh?” “Do you maybe wanna stay over tonight?” You asked, looking into his eyes. He smiled and nodded, although you and him had spent nights together before you had started dating, back when you were friends, it was a big deal for you. Spending the night together was different when you were dating, and although you both wanted to wait until you had sex, you were still nervous. Half an hour later, you had convinced your mom that you were sleeping at your best friends house. Calums parents didn’t know about you two dating yet, so they wouldn’t mind you sleeping over. Wearing one of his big t shirts and your underwear, you crawled into the warm bed and wrapped your arms around a shirtless calum. You tangled your legs with his and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing up and down his chest. “Goodnight, beautiful.” He whispered and turned off the lights. Right now, you were happy. You knew these arguments would happen alot more, but they were nothing compared to these moments: The happy, peaceful moments between you two. The moments where you could just stay with him for hours and neither of you had to say a word, you both knew what the other one was thinking. Calum made you happier than anybody ever had, he had always made you happy as a friend as well. Whenever any guy had hurt you, or someones words had brought you down, Calum had always been the first one to notice and make you smile again. He had this gift of always knowing what the sensible thing to say was, at least with you. You appreciated him more than anything, you were quite certain that without him you’d be quite lost.

Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Request: Can you do a Jensen X Reader where Jensen wants to propose to the reader for Christmas and asks Jared for help?

Warnings: fluff/none

Pairing: Jensen x reader

A/N: I hope to God that ya’ll are not mad at me. Things are just so crazy with finals and projects to do. Please, please, please, be patient with me. This fic my friend over on @a-percious-fandom-cinnamon-roll helped me on. Forgive my slowness. ENJOY!!!

 “Hey, Jensen. How late are you working,” you asked your boyfriend. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m gonna be really late, Y/N”. 

“Babe, that’s the fourth time this week. It’s Christmas Eve. Do you have too?” You asked sadness taking over all of your emotions. “Honey. Please.”

“I’ll get to see you tomorrow. My car broke down so Jared is taking me to his house.” As Jensen was saying this, his words were all combined. You could tell he was nervous. You were immediately suspicious. It wasn’t like Jensen to lie to you and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous your self.

“Okay just please be safe?” you said disappointed.

“I will. I love you, Y/N. So much. You know that right?” you let out a sigh not really sure what else to say.

“I love you too, Jensen. But this working late thing is not going to work” you joked knowing very well that he did not do this often.

“I promise tonight will be last time for that.” Jensen said sort of serious in his voice. “Goodnight, Sweetheart”

“Goodnight.” You hung up the phone leaving you in silence bringing suspicions in your head. Jensen couldn’t cheat on you. Could he?

You have had your share of horrible boyfriends. They have all cheated on you. You had thought everything was going great with all of them but then he started “working late” and “hanging out with the guys”. You just thought Jensen was different. In a way, you completely understood how this happened. You weren’t famous. You always knew he could do better. You couldn’t help but think the worst case scenario.

After watching a few Christmas movies and finished wrapping the last of the gifts, you headed to bed. You hoped just maybe things wouldn’t be as they seemed with Jensen the next day.


*****Jensen’s Point Of View*****
“Do you think she’ll like the ring.” I asked my best friend. 

“Dude. She is gonna love it.” Jared said reassuring me. “Quit worrying. You are perfect for each other. everything will be fine.”

“I know. I’m just so nervous about giving her the ring. I feel horrible for lying. I just hope this ring will make up for my late night antics.” These thought just constantly raced through my head. I just lay there awake. 

“Dude. Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” Jared told me. He then handed me a blanket with a few pillows and sent me off to the guest room. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, thinking about the now wrapped box on my nightstand.


*****Your Point Of View*****

You woke up all alone in cold sheets. For a moment you panicked but then, you remembered that Jensen had spent the night at Jared’s. Realizing you needed to be over there in 30 minutes, you peeled yourself from bed and rushed to get ready. Once you packed up the car with presents, you then headed over to Jared’s. When you arrived, Gen opened the door.

 "Merry Christmas, Y/N,“ she told you while pulling you in for a quick hug. 

"Merry Christmas, Gen,” The two of you walked into the living room. You hugged the kids and Jared. “Where’s Jensen?” You asked. You immediately felt your boyfriends arms wrap around you picking you up off the ground for a short time. Once both feet touched the ground, you spun around and kissed him.

 "Merry Christmas, babe,“ he whispered in your ear.

 You heard whines coming from the impatient children who were eager for the giant bag of presents you had in your hands. You volunteered to pass out the presents. You began to open yours from Jensen. He got you a beautiful set of diamond earrings with a matching necklace. You hugged him and thanked him. When he opened yours, he was surprised to see the watch he has been wanting. He gave you a kiss. Presents were opened and Jensen offered to pick up the trash. 

 "Hey (Y/N), there’s one left. It’s for you. You walked over to him to see he was holding a small box. He handed you the gift. As you tore the paper you felt a velvet box. You opened it just as Jensen got on one knee. Your heart started to race and tears prickled your eyes. There it was. A beautiful, silver princess cut ring. "Y/N, I’ve loved you for a long time. You mean the world to me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I knew from the moment I asked you to be my girlfriend, you were the one. Every day, you surprise me by making me falling more in love with you with the every second I am with you. There is no way that I could live with out you.” He paused you could hear a ton of awes and everyone’s eyes on the two of you. “So, will the love of my life and my entire world, marry me?” he asked trying not to cry. You could feel the tension and anticipation in the completely silent room.

 "Yes. Of course,“ you told him tears were running down your face.

 He picked you up and spun you around as everyone cheered filling you with so much love. "Merry Christmas, my one and only.”


Please don’t hate me for posting so late.