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Oh Lord Tell Us So, We Belong Way Down Below

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rafe cornering you when you’re over at the cameron house for a sleepover with Sarah 😋😋😋 you wouldn’t want her to wake up would you?

"but rafe, sarah's gonn—"

"she's not gonna know if you're quiet," his tone is a little annoyed, but he tries to sweeten it when he spots your nervous nibbling at your bottom lip, eyes wide and worried. he presses you harder against the bathroom sink, leaning down to trail wet kisses up your neck until he takes the swollen lip between his own teeth. "trust me, Sarah owes me. she won't say anything even if she hears."

he grins when you let out a breathy sigh of his name, and then his hands move to your waistband. "think you can stay quiet if I bend you over this counter, baby?" he laughs when you shake your head clumsily. "I think you can, I know you can be good for me. always are in the end, aren't you?"

you nod dumbly, eyes glazed and breath laboured. "y-yes. I want to be good," you swallow hard. "f-for you."

his grin sharpens into something poisonous before he bites down on your lip again. he swallows your whimper and goes back to stripping you of your clothes. "let's put that to the test then."

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Smutember 2-B.B.

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Summary: sex by the fire with Bucky

Warnings n stuff: 18+,female!reader, BEEFY BUCKYYYYYY, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of cockwarming, creampie(kink), mentions of multiple rounds, belly bulge, lots of ‘good girl’ and ‘pretty/pretty girl’.

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Needy

summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions
cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter
a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH

you were a nervous wreck

peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.

Too Damn Tragic - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1219072862-too-damn-tragic-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=c9Z0UJsLZS45qK4Tl0eCaVNET8nZ%2B%2BiBdgELcpRWng%2Bqg8RxqOLFqn3YRgJTL%2FdhGTyhOqS46BAB27AlZ%2BYMv4UDAWSkw5Dog2SvZdMEXjpRFgXQxX5ne76CTVSbzdQd Hannah was never supposed to meet Nathan. Their paths were fated to never once cross, and there's a good chance they would've been happier if Fate stayed in her lane. Instead, they met one odd little night when Fate decided to stray from the plan. Hannah was supposed to be mine. Now, I watch as she runs from me with every step she takes. Hannah was never supposed to meet Nathan, and now? Now everything is fucked.

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Dark Obsessions - The Warning-Hannah (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1276387288-dark-obsessions-the-warning-hannah?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=pyaqMrZ8amUcuUKIkfFJbTHQRff4AOWT3t9ao0bls6NV9sQvF93FJEjGUXODajdjdLLgY8F8PxGKs9dIBf1b3YhFp7mpPRcsTjtdUUT9U%2F5sxHjmsOJJv7OU1az7Ql8l The moment Drayce meets Hannah, his entire life shifts. His thoughts are no longer revolving around graduating and the hell he'll meet when he does. Suddenly all he can think about is the pretty girl with dark brown hair and unnerving green eyes. He can't sleep, can hardly eat, and is unable to focus. He needs to know her, needs to have her on her knees for him. The moment Hannah meets Drayce, her entire life shifts. Her thoughts keep wandering back to the desperately attractive man with black hair and unreadable grey eyes. She's pretty sure she pissed him off, since she begins to see him everywhere and all he does is glare at her. She wishes so badly that she didn't though, because all she can think about is how much she wants to know him, and how good his black hair would look between her legs.

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Dark Obsessions (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/323109911-dark-obsessions?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=WM8E0TkXYZDHmpCAgfAi9umurDqJIlI8HopFTBec5SzgsKVjjYFebCZjnCOOhv4FsssbfLDAlo%2F9N1YkjdMVSu9LE3rsi4zy6qht5lx64s3hTctDWQCKsd59RLYFOoFC The moment Drayce meets Hannah, his entire life shifts. His thoughts are no longer revolving around graduating and the hell he'll meet when he does. Suddenly all he can think about is the pretty girl with dark brown hair and unnerving green eyes. He can't sleep, can hardly eat, and is unable to focus. He needs to know her, needs to have her on her knees for him. The moment Hannah meets Drayce, her entire life shifts. Her thoughts keep wandering back to the desperately attractive man with black hair and unreadable grey eyes. She's pretty sure she pissed him off, since she begins to see him everywhere and all he does is glare at her. She wishes so badly that she didn't though, because all she can think about is how much she wants to know him, and how good his black hair would look between her legs.

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Dark Obsessions - The Meeting-Drayce (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1273243959-dark-obsessions-the-meeting-drayce?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=LErvDgpeuLc1NKElSFCpmQ14X44RKIwhk2bP7R6cxlWD7661%2F8FWgrNZ4awDOgsBLkHnqEjwQ5jKhDryu8an5%2BWN5JPQLyPcPcvGamXkKQBhmHxfq6H0Q35ECoZcxIfO The moment Drayce meets Hannah, his entire life shifts. His thoughts are no longer revolving around graduating and getting the hell out of college. Suddenly all he can think about is the pretty girl with dark brown hair and unnerving green eyes. He can't sleep, can hardly eat, and is unable to focus. He needs to know her, needs to have her on her knees for him. The moment Hannah meets Drayce, her entire life shifts. Her thoughts keep wandering back to the desperately attractive man with black hair and unreadable grey eyes. She's pretty sure she pissed him off, since she begins to see him everywhere and all he does is glare at her. She wishes so badly that she didn't though, because all she can think about is how much she wants to know him, and how good his black hair would look between her legs.

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What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

One and One Make Three - Masterlist

Summary: Friends are always there for you. Through the good times and the bad. After a night out with two of your best friends, catching up and celebrating the end of a chapter, you can’t help but wondering what lies ahead for you in the next. Start a family like Jared? Find another acting job like Jensen would? Little do you know, your best friend is harbouring a huge secret and one decision was about to change your life forever. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mental and Physical Abuse, Pregnancy, Fluff, Smut. (Each part will be marked individually with warnings.)

New parts will be posted Every Tuesday and Sunday!

What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

Knight In Rusty Armor - Teaser

Summary: You get married off to the King of France, and you realize that one of the King’s Knights is your true mate. (A/B/O Medieval AU)
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader
Word Count: 627
Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

One day, while the King was holding court and the omegas sat in the huge parlor and talked, you managed to slip away, letting your tiptoes carry you away from the sounds. Both parties were too busy in their respective activities, so they wouldn’t notice you gone for at least two or three hours. It was a wonderful relief, and you lifted your large, green dress so you could walk easier. You went down corridor after corridor, viewing the large paintings on the walls and the many, many artifacts on stands placed intermittently. You took a deep breath, reveling in the little freedom this gave you. You had felt suffocated for too long. 

Moments (Part 1)

Characters: Jensen X Reader

Okay, so I’m doing something a bit different here. I’ve let this run away with me a little, so it’s now a short series.

Anon Request: Hello, I was wondering if i could request a Jensen x Fan Reader fic were they meet at a con. There they keep running into each other. Thank You. 

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

“Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.”     ―    Lauren Oliver, Delirium    

Your heart beat inexplicably fast within your chest as you drove through the unfamiliar streets. Fidgeting with your fingers to stop the shaking wasn’t helping much.

You’d been planning for this weekend for months. Saving every penny, making cutbacks, even selling your old textbooks to purchase tickets to the convention. You and your best friend made the trip together; you even managed to stay at the convention hotel for the weekend. The both of you had been fans of the show for years. Coming to your first convention together was probably the most thrilling thing that had happened to the two of you, considering the town you came from was about the size of your little finger. When you arrived on Friday morning, Y/f/n squealed as you both leapt out of the car in the parking garage and bounced on your feet with excitement. You quickly gathered your bags out of the trunk of your car.

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