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After 8.5 years we’re officially married 🥳

Tell us about your crush!!!!

Girl, you’re about to get a huge and detailed chunk of writing from a very sleepy me! (Btw though, thefreshprinceofmirkwood is also my crush ‘cause she’s a cutie :3)

Okay, so, when talking about recent crushes I guess I should tell you about this guy we shall call T. Anyways, so in my school there’s this program called JROTC which is sort of military sponsored, but it’s really more about building leadership and citizenship than any military commitment, although it is great if you’re planning on going into a branch of military. 

Last year he was the battalion commander and I thought he was pretty hot, so whenever I was in the same room as him I would apparently getting really quiet, which (even though I’m honestly already quiet by nature) he noticed and so did my best friend, but more on that later on. Honestly I really just thought he was hot, it wasn’t like a crush thing, it was just an observation. And I really wanted to tell him that because for some reason I’m just apparently really blunt about these things (you know, when it’s something nice so you really want to tell the other person so they feel good).

Well, I didn’t tell him and he graduated last year, so I thought that would be the end of that. Buuut then came along the Battalion Picnic last Saturday. Now, his sister and brother are also in JROTC, and since I’m in the staff this year I had to come to coordinate some things even if I didn’t want to (but I really did, so that was okay). And guess who shows up around mid-picnic to hang out? Yup, T. Since I was busy I didn’t really talk to him, but I did glance his way occasionally just ‘cause. 

Anyhow, by the end of the day two of the last activities were the “Staff pie-in-the-face” (which I really want to post pictures of as soon as I get them :D) and then the water balloon fight. After that the day ended and I volunteered to go back to school with three other people to help unload everything back there, but can you imagine what I did just a minute before I had to leave? 

I go up there, soaked in water and with shaving cream all over my hair, and I tell T: “Hey, I didn’t really know you last year but I thought you were really hot, so, yeah” in front of his sister and his dad. Did I feel embarrassed? Not really. Regretful? In the half-hour that would follow yes, a little bit, but then something pretty cool happened. 

Getting back to telling him, he just did this kinda smirk/smile thing and said “Cool.” Was I disappointed in his response? Not at all, I actually thought it was a pretty logical answer considering that I hadn’t confessed my love for him or anything, I had just told him my thoughts as a person with eyes. 

Forward to me waiting outside the school for my mom to arrive half an hour later, just scrolling around Tumblr and having completely forgotten about that, when I get a text from his sister asking if it’s alright for her to give my number to T and that he’ll explain why. Throughly confused but curious, I told her that yeah I was cool with that. 

So, a few minutes later I get an apology in which he’s basically like “Hey, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I actually didn’t hear you and just reacted but my sister did and she told me what you said, and I thought it was pretty cool that you opened up to me like that.” So obviously I tell him that it’s fine, and that I really just thought he was hot so that was all I was trying to say. 

And then, to my surprise, he says: “Well, I’m leaving for basic tomorrow, buuut if you had said something earlier we could have done something about it.” All this time I thought he was hot, but the sheer excitement that I got from that made me realize that maybe I did have a crush on him. It was weird, because I had literally never thought about it, and it just hit me like that that even though he was older than me there could have been something between us, even if it was just friendship. 

We continued to talk for the rest of the day (and he asked me if I was quiet when I was around him because I thought he was hot and that he always heard that people said I was badass and hard-charger but he’d be around and I would be quiet so he would’ve liked to get to know me more – can you say squealing happily for some weird reason?) and on Sunday before he left for basic, and well, now it’s been a week since that and I can’t really stop thinking about him, but yeah, I guess that’s that. Now he’s in a 13-week basic training (for marines) so I’m trying to get it out of my system of anything really happening, but it would have been nice… Although who knows what the future holds? 

Also, I’m sure you probably didn’t want something this big (oops) so here’s the summary: he’s really cute, really smart, and has this smirk thing that he does that just melts your insides and his eyes! Oh my gosh, he has really cute green eyes that sometimes seem more hazel than green and that just sort of have a mischievous glint on them. His voice is pretty deep and even though he’s only a few inches taller than me that doesn’t matter because god he is so in shape and his muscles just make me want to sink into the earth and never come out again <3

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I am literally dying for part 7 of the “Let go” series. literally dying. i’m bout to go into the white light, not even joking….

I’ve got you 😤 it’s been so long, it’s always been in the back of my chest giving me anxiety that I never got over my writers block to finish it but that’s it, I’m wrapping this bitch up 🏋️‍♀️

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Anyone still reading imagines nowadays? 🤔

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I hope you liked it :)

Conclusion

Originally based on: “Imagine Dean breaking up with you for your safety but pretending it’s because he doesn’t love you anymore”

A/N: Just like Queen B, I’m dropping this when probably the majority of you guys are still asleep. Okay, this is definitely the end. Once again, thanks to the talented eatit-twilight , who wonderfully edited this for me! This was a really amazing series to write, and I hope that you guys will enjoy this!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Untitled (Part I), Part Two (Part II), 2,629,745 (Part III)

“I Won’t Give Up” - Jason Mraz 

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You never knew how to properly describe the quiet moments between you and Dean, as they were all so different. Watching the stars with Dean meant sharing the serenity of a unique library of secrets. Driving with Dean, at least on the nights when he wouldn’t play any music, always made the distance to wherever you were driving much shorter, time elapsing and swirling with the stillness of the car. And quiet mornings with Dean…quiet mornings with Dean were indescribable.

But if you were to ever try to explain them, you would use one simple word: matchless. Nothing compared to the feeling of Dean’s slightly calloused hands rubbing your skin, clothed or not, and stroking small circles as you woke up. Nothing compared to having Dean’s breath brush against your neck before small kisses were planted on the flesh, his lips worshiping the appendage with intimacy and love. Nothing compared to waking up with Dean Winchester. That was certainly one of the things you would get on your knees to plead your soul to never forget.

“Did you know that Bellatrix is the third biggest star that makes up Orion?” Dean suddenly spoke. “Or that it’s also Latin for ‘female warrior’?”

“I did. Did you know that it’s also the name of one of the Death Eaters from Harry Potter?”

“How could I not? You and Sammy watch that crap almost every weekend. I swear I’ve seen you squeal almost five times when that big, ol’ spider comes on.”

“C’mon, Dean, don’t run around this and say that you don’t like Harry Potter – or that you don’t know that spider is named Aragog.”

“All I’m sayin’ is that we could at least watch something different every once in a while. You know I love you, baby, but there comes a time in which watching the same movie twice in a day gets old.”

“You know you love it,” you smiled, leaning up and taking Dean’s stubbly chin with your hand as his lips parted again with a comeback and pressing your own against them softly to shush him.

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“Good morning,” you smiled at Dean as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “Or bad one, perhaps.”

“God, I swear my head is being drilled into,” he said. You’d stayed up late the night before, drinking until neither of you could really stand. “This is all your fault.”

“I only brought the pie, you decided that was reason enough to celebrate,” you shrugged. Coffee and a breakfast sandwich had already calmed your hungover self. “Anyhow, I can make you some breakfast in hopes that you’ll forgive me. 

That’s when Dean really paid attention to you, a grin stretching across his face as he noticed what you were wearing. 

“You look hot in plaid,” he said, hugging you from behind as you giggled. “And specially hot when that the only thing you’re wearing.”

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I'm sorry my brain clearly doesn't know the difference between one shot and imagine. OKAY sorry but wanted to ask can I have an imagine where the reader and Dean get sent to an alternate universe where they have an apple pie life together?

Here you go! 

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You blinked, suddenly aware of the small weight in your hand, fingers wrapped around a champagne glass. Your eyes shifted quickly around you. People, lots of people. Fancy dresses, suits, flowers, tables, and you...in a white dress. 

“Um, what is going on?” you heard a familiar whisper next to you, and, heart pounding, turned to an equally confused Dean. 

“I don’t know,” you replied, quickly letting go of his hand. You didn’t miss the shinning ring on your left finger. “Do you think Gabriel is behind this?”

Before Dean could reply, the person next to him stood up. You felt some relief as you recognized Sam, a bit more dressed-up than usual, but maybe he knew what had happened. However, instead of leading you away from whatever prank you were sure Gabriel was pulling, he grabbed a mic a man passed to him. 

“Um, hi. I guess it’s time for the best man’s speech,” he shot you and Dean a smile. “Well, I’m sure our hands are tired, but how about another congratulations for the bride and groom, Dean and Y/N!”

Your heart sank as you slumped back on your chair and barely registered Dean’s quiet “shit.” 

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Lmao, just realized how much later I sent this ask from the last time that u posted. Rip. Hope uve had a nice night.

What mood, lol. Yeah, I got home after work and just crashed. On your ask about headaches though, I take extra-strength Naproxen. To be honest though, for a while now I’ve had headaches a lot to the point it’s just normal and I’d rather not take anything in case I become used to it. I went to the doctor a couple months ago and it turns out I was too stressed 

I have been tightening my jaw so much that now I have a mild level of TMJ. It’s very annoying to hear my bones cracking in my left ear when I chew but sometimes it goes away. I don’t know, might try CBD oil at night. 

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Girlllllll I am TITS DEEP in a big time MCU rewatch marathon accompanied with wine, weed and Buck Barnes fanfiction. Living my best damn life.

Holy shit, I never knew I too wanted to be tits deep in something like that until now. I love the MCU but just haven’t had the time to do a marathon.

Anyways, I’ve thought about Bucky and now I’m sad I will never have as glorious hair as he does. 

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Definitely 105 with Castiel

Castiel dragged his feet behind you, every so often shooting a hopeful look that he prayed would be met with some compassion, but his eyes kept meeting the back of your head. 

“I’d like to talk about–”

“I’d like to be silent,” you cut in. 

It was a relatively nice day. The birds chirped from the top of the woods, a cool breeze lazily shook the leaves, and the sun was hiding behind gray clouds. It would have been a perfectly good walk for you, if it wasn’t for Castiel. His mere presence annoyed you, and you knew you shouldn’t have let him come with you after the events of the morning. 

They kept replaying in your head, taunting you as you slowly started to accept you were being too petty. Castiel seemed to sense your shift in mood. It was an unfair ability, in your opinion. 

“Y/N, let’s talk.” 

“Fine,” you said, turning around to see the puppy-look he’d been working on. 

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, “I should have asked you for the tic-tac’s instead of taking them out of your bag.”

“Look, it would have been fine if you took one or two, but the whole pack? I had just gone shopping. They weren’t even in my bag, it was in the grocery bag, Cas.” 

“Oh, I thought it was flimsy,” Castiel frowned. “Well, I got you something.”

He reached out to you, and you opened your palm in curiosity. 

"Oh my god, you can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac,” but you laughed. “What am I going to do with you?”

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Anyone up?

Tell me all about how your life is going, ask any questions, talk to me about anything please :)))

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20 with Dean? I love your blog btw! If you're not taking requests for drabbles and I didn't see, I'm sorry♥️

Thank you! And that’s alright, I do take requests for drabbles.

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“No, no, no! You traitor!”

You stared at Dean with wide eyes, mouth opened in shock. 

“How could you?” 

And that’s when he laughed, a wide smile spreading across his face. His laugh was loud and deep, filling the room with ease as you glared at him. But you couldn’t hold back your own smile. Not with such a contagious laugh.

“Say it again, baby,” Dean grinned, looking back down to the small girl he held up on his knees. 

“Dada!” she shouted and giggled, clumsily clapping as Dean laughed again. 

“I’m never letting go of this one,” Dean said as he turned back to you. “Dada is her first word!” 

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I have not kept up with Supernatural at all and I suddenly see my baby Jake Abel again??!?! What is going on???

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Hi guys.

Earlier this summer, my boyfriend’s family unfortunately lost their sweetest and most active member of their little group, Eli. He truly was my boyfriend’s best friend, having spent almost 7 wonderful years in the family, and it’s been a rough couple months since then.

While things are getting better, my second family is once again facing some hardships, this time with my would be sister-in-law and her pup. He has as of yesterday, I believe, gone through surgery but this was expensive and the follow-ups of the complications he had are definitely taking a toll on my SIL.

It would mean the world to me if you guys could donate or simply share this post around to help Ranger and his sweet mama. He truly means the world to her.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/meet-ranger

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A Note

Hi guys, I’ve just lost someone and I’m going to be taking a break for a couple of days. Any drabbles in my inbox I’m still gonna finish but later. Thank you for understanding.

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A Normal Day

Originally based on: “Imagine Dean breaking up with you for your safety but pretending it’s because he doesn’t love you anymore” 

A/N: I’m trying to get back in the mood for writing one-shots so I decided to do this for therapeutic reasons, for lack of a better word. I’m not taking the blame though, this was completely inspired by doing a re-reading of reactions to “Untitled” and @thefreshprinceofmirkwood 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 2,104

Warnings: any warnings outta “Untitled” are fair game in here. Some angst, some fluff. You know me ;)

Untitled (Part I), Part Two (Part II), 2,629,745 (Part III)  Conclusion (Final Part)

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“Kids aren’t that bad, Dean,” you chuckled. “You just got to know how to calm them down. Once you’ve figured out how to do that, it’s pretty nice to be around them.”

If Dean couldn’t see you blush as you kept your head pressed against his chest, he sure felt it. After four years of marriage, you were still shy to his compliments, and he loved it. He loved telling you how amazing you were, how brave and different and fearless you kept on being even after you left the hunting life. But he mostly loved the shy smiles that came with his compliments, so soft and genuine that he could swear his heart would stop for a moment. It was reassurance that he was keeping his promises. Dean sometimes felt as though he had failed so many people, even you, but that would never happen again. Especially after he vowed to do his best to keep you happy all those years ago.

“I’ll take your word for that, then,” he finally replied to your comment, the corners of his lips gently tugged up.

Even if you weren’t a substitute teacher, Dean had no doubts you would be great with any children you’d have together. It was a topic you didn’t bring about too much, so he didn’t either, but he was finally feeling ready. Your fifth anniversary would be in six months, maybe enough time to start trying and get some happy news around the date. His smile widened as he thought about starting the talk today. Maybe he’d take you out to a nice dinner.

“Are you still going out with Charlie tonight?”

“Yup.” Dean’s smile faltered, but then picked up again. Tomorrow night. There was plenty of time. “Are you sure you don’t want to go see the new Marvel movie with us, though? Sam and Miranda are still on their honeymoon, and I don’t want you all cooped up here by yourself, babe.”

“I can always call Cas,” Dean shrugged, kissing the top of your head. He would need sometime by himself to get some plans ready. “Breakfast?”

“Yes, please!”

Dean chuckled at your enthusiasm, seeing you light up. His cooking was the only thing that would ever bring you close to being a morning person, and he took pride at that. He began untangling himself from your embrace with a slow kiss to your lips, missing the other part of his puzzle piece even as he got out of the bed and threw a shirt on. Dean felt your eyes on him, gave you a crooked smile as he turned back to you, and then another kiss.

“I was thinking of banana pancakes,” Dean mumbled against your lips when you finally parted. Your smile gave him the approval he needed.

“Well, you’re the chef,” you said. Dean chuckled as you leaned forward and captured one last kiss from him. “You’re welcome to make whatever you want as long as I don’t do anything.”

“And you’re welcome to walk into the kitchen at any time as long as you’re still in only my shirt.”

He knew he was being cocky, but he couldn’t help throwing you a wink as you shooed him out of the bedroom. It was truly a sight that would never get old.

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To anyone else, you might have seem excited about the movie, but Dean knew otherwise. He didn’t want to pry as he watched you nervously doing your makeup, or when you couldn’t stop tapping your foot against the floor as you ate pie together. You were going to be picking Charlie up, although you hadn’t seen her in months. Maybe it was that.

“Don’t forget your wallet,” Dean gave you a small grin, watching you almost head out of the door and straight past where it laid on the table. His smile was quickly replaced with a frown though, and he approached you cautiously. “You seem a little off today, sweetheart. Are you sure you can drive?”

You sighed, looking away from Dean.

“I’m okay to drive, babe,” you said quietly. “I’m just, well… I’m honestly a bit nervous since I haven’t hung out with Charlie in a while. I know it’s stupid, we’re both adults and dorks, but I also don’t want it to be awkward, you know? And Sam usually hangs out with us.”

“You’re going to be alright, darlin’,” Dean reassured you, happy that there wasn’t anything more drastic worrying you. “If you really want to, I could come with you.”

“Oh no, mister, that offer was in the morning when there were still tickets. You’d be crazy to get some now,” you half-joked, more confident.

“Alright, get going then! I held you up enough.”

Dean leaned in to give you the usual departing kiss, but was surprised when you pulled him in more passionately than normal. Perhaps he should give you motivational speeches more often. He could still feel the taste of the cherries on your tongue, so sweet and fresh that he was sure you took out another slice after brushing your teeth. His mind was filled with only the smoothness of your lips and the comfort of your hands around his neck. And the only thing to convince him that the kiss was fleeting instead of several days long was that the darkened sky outside had remained the same when you stepped back.

He had never seen you looking more happy.

“You know,” you said, closing off the space between you once more, but this time with a hug. “I think I made the right decision all those years ago. You’re the best husband ever. I love you, Dean.”

“I love you more, my cheesy warrior,” Dean smiled. “Now, drive safe and say hi to Charlie for me.”

Your car was soon a quiet rumble in the distance, growing ever so tiny as you drove away. Dean watched until you had disappeared, his heart feeling full, before he went into the house again and locked the door behind him. He had a couple calls to make, perhaps maybe try and make a special reservation at one of your favorite restaurants. He had to plan fast before businesses closed out for the night.

And soon, the long hand of the clock hung straight down, pointing at the plain six while the shorter one signaled the two identical pairs of ones. With a sigh, Dean grabbed the remote of the TV and turned the monitor off, the black screen faintly reflecting the movement of his body as he stood up. He wasn’t particularly tired, but he did have to work at the mechanic shop the next day, so he drained the leftover beer he hadn’t finished in the sink and turned off the living room’s lights.

After a quick check of the devil traps at the entrances of the house, he headed toward your shared bedroom. A yawn stretched Dean’s lips apart as he closed the door of the room, flicking on the lights with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. He slipped off the worn pair of jeans and threw them in one corner, making a mental note to remember that it was his turn to wash this week.

He was deciding between saving time and just throwing everything that needed to go to the dry cleaner’s in a bag right now, or choosing to do that when you finally got home from the midnight premier, when he finally saw it. Sitting on top of his pillow was a rectangle envelope, and, judging by the faded yellow color and the bent corners, Dean guessed it must have been at least a few years old.

Curiosity pulled him towards it, the corners of his lips curving up as he read the words written on the front of the envelope: “To my dearest Orion.”

Dean took the old item into his hands and sat on the edge of the bed, observing your handwriting for a moment and chuckling to himself as he noticed that it hadn’t changed a lot despite the passing of time. Then, sure that what was inside wouldn’t fail to amuse him, Dean opened the letter.

It surprised him to see that the date on the corner read from four and a half years ago, but he kept on reading.

     Dear Dean,

     Well, I guess we finally did it! Okay, maybe not from my point of view, but from yours. I also think I should explain what I’m talking about, since this must be really weird for you. Anyways, if I didn’t freak out (or you) then we’re probably married by now. I don’t know if you noticed it, but tonight (or at least for me) is the day before we’re getting (or hopefully got) married. It would be a lie if I said that I’m not scared as hell of messing up tomorrow, but really none of this is what I wanted to talk about.

Dean’s smile started to fade as he continued reading. It wasn’t long before his hands were shaking, tears welling up in his eyes as he read, completely blurring out the words. This was wrong. This had to be wrong. It wasn’t just his vision that felt blurry, but everything else too. His head was spinning, the ticking of the clock was too loud, and his heart hammered against his chest with a pain he hadn’t felt before. It was constricting him, stealing every last bit of oxygen he had.

I’m sorry that I can’t be with you anymore.

He didn’t finish reading the letter.

“Y/N, what have you done?” Dean whispered to himself as he fumbled to find his phone, hands still shaking. This couldn’t be happening. He quickly began to call, feeling like his heart was stabbed with every ring. “Answer, god-fucking-dammit!”

But you didn’t pick up.

Dean quickly threw his pair of jeans on again, slipping into an untied pair of boots and running down the hallway with the phone still pressed against his ear. His could feel the heat growing on his neck as desperation crawled like a swarm of insects up his back in into his chest. You couldn’t be gone.

“Cas! Castiel!” Dean screamed into the empty house letting the phone fall to his side as his knees gave out. No one came. He was alone. “Please! I need you! Y/N is in trouble!”

Moments passed with Dean still on the floor, shoulders sagged. The shock was too much. He had to do something, but what could he do? Where did you go? Why didn’t you tell him sooner?

Dean heard his heart pulsing in his ears as he grabbed the phone once again, barely feeling the sobs racking through his body as he continued dialing your number. The tenth missed call didn’t make a difference. He couldn’t stop himself. He had to hear your voice say this was all an elaborate prank, that you would be home soon, safely tucked into his arms. That your hands would rub his back when he woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming about the terrors that weren’t supposed to be in his life anymore. He would never let go of you after this again.

He never imagined that morning that this was how he would end the day, what was supposed to be a perfectly normal day.

And in the days that followed, when he finally got a hold of Castiel, and when Sam cut his honeymoon short for a flight and frantic drive down to your home, Dean wanted to imagine that that wasn’t how the day ended. That you would come back despite your letter, running through the door to tell him about your movie night with Charlie. Charlie, who was five states away.

Your car, which was 60 miles away from your house.

Your phone, which was in the backseat.

Your ring–sitting undisturbed on the hood of your car.

It was the ring that broke him. Your promise to always keep it on was broken, just like the promises of protecting you, his wife, had been completely cut through. No matter what your letter said, he would never bury you in the back of his head, even if the weight of the pain dragged around his ankles like metal chains. Even if he had to pretend to carry on eventually, put up a facade to everyone else that met him, and imagine that the day would be a normal day like that day was supposed to be. Even then, his heart would never forget.

He would always be your hunter.

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“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

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“You remember when we got matching tattoos?”

“They are tattoos that we got at the same time, you have to stop calling them ‘matching tattoos.’“

“Basically the same thing.” 

Dean’s voice was calm, soothing almost. Like he was lulling you to sleep. You smiled tiredly at his words; he would never stop calling them matching tattoos, even if they were wildly different. 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you admitted as the wave of pain going through your body suddenly skyrocketed. “Fuck. I’m scared.”

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be alright,” Dean said. He placed a light kiss on your sweaty forehead. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be. And just think about it, no more kicks to your ribs!” 

“I’m about to get a massive kick to the nuts, though.”