sweetness-is-who-i-am  asked:

Hold my hand, Marichat

“Hold my hand,” Chat Noir demanded, stretching out his clawed glove. “Marinette, please!”

Marinette stared back at him blankly, swaying slightly on the roof ledge, the back of her pink ballet flats hanging just past the end. It wouldn’t take much for her to tip over the side.

“Princess, please!” he begged. “Just step towards me nice and slow.”

“She can’t hear you,” the akumatized man drawled, coming up behind the hero. “She can only hear me. What did you call her? Marinette?” He chuckled. “I’d read somewhere that you had a little civilian girlfriend. How very Superman of you.”

Chat Noir ignored the man, his eyes glued to Marinette’s uncharacteristically still face.

“I’m the Closer, Chat Noir.” He held out a pen. “I’ll make you a deal. Since Ladybug has apparently abandoned you today, you have two choices. You can either take my akuma or save the girl.”

“What are you talking about?” Chat Noir turned slightly, keeping Marinette in his peripheral vision. “Let her go. Now.”

The Closer sighed. “How very typical. Oh, Marinette, why don’t you go ahead and step off the ledge, dear.” 

Marinette took one step back and was suddenly gone. Chat Noir yelled, jumping after her as the akumatized man laughed behind him. Pink light rushed around Marinette as she fell and Chat Noir’s eyes widened as Ladybug was suddenly lashing out her yo-yo, desperate to find purchase.

“My Lady,” he called, catching up to her as her yo-yo wrapped around an outcropping ledge. Ladybug looked at him with wide, frantic eyes and threw out a hand to stop his descent. As soon as they were both flush with the building, Chat Noir wrapped his arms around her and Ladybug began to shake. “Shhhh, I’ve got you,” he soothed. “I’m not letting go.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, face buried in his chest. “I’m so sorry, Chat.”

He kissed the top of her head. “You’re okay, Marinette. You’re okay now,” he said, face buried in his hair. “You’re fine. You’re okay,” he repeated more for himself this time.

“Tikki must’ve forced my transformation.”

“Remind me to tell her thank you. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped for a minute there.”

She pulled back to look up at him. “I’m sorry I never told–”

Chat Noir pressed a finger to her lips. “We’ll talk after we kick some akuma ass.”

She gave him a small smile. “Deal.”

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Her body was young and her soul was old for someone who won’t be 19 for a few more days. Warning signs and red flags flashed when she was in her bed and she told me it wasn’t meant to last. Her phone goes off endlessly as her ex blows her up, “I’m single now, please don’t see anyone else.” She reads and ignores, cuddles up to me, and utters, “It’s only you,” as she falls asleep on me.
It’s 11 pm and she’s on the phone with me telling me to save her and pleading for me to. tell her she can’t see her ex. How she doesn’t want her crazy ass anywhere near her, how she will prove to me she only wants me.
I’m on a plane after weeks of facetimes and falling asleep, we both know this means nothing. She’s back at school. It will never be anything. But I land and there’s some satisfaction of knowing the ex isn’t allowed here but I can be. She begs for me to be nice. To show her I care. I cave because while brown eyes will never be my favorite they had some magical effect.
So it only makes sense that when the ex girlfriend tries to ruin you, and I bring up hesitance she closes the door and takes back all the promises and the words and the feelings and shuts her door. As if I’m at fault for her actions. I hope the next girl is ready for it. The new girl in your bed that you claim to feel more for than you did your ex you claimed to love. Does she know I was in your bed not too long ago? Does she know it was only a few days ago you were begging for me to stay in your life?
And how didn’t I know? That if you “loved” the last girl and could play her like that, how could I ever expect more from someone you just met.
—  What happens when two people say that can’t feel
Charlie Weasley Imagine - Slow Going

“Hey there! Could you please do a Charlie imagine were you are Dracos big sister and the other weasleys are kind of meh about you? Thank youuuu” - Anon

So I’m not sure if this is what I was going for completely, but it took me a really long time to find the inspiration to write this so I really hope you enjoy it. Fingers crossed that there are no typos and I apologize if there are! Also I just hit 800 followers so thank you for that!! As always, requests are open so please send one in! You may not see it for a little while but I’ll get to it as soon as I can.

Word Count: 2006

Charlie and (y/n) sat across from each other in the little shack that they had been assigned, along with a few other of the people who were living in their camp in Romania. They were taking a break from all of the excitement outside to eat their lunch and just spend time with each other.

Charlie had been going on about going back to the Burrow for their short summer break to see his family. When he asked (y/n) if she was also going home to see her family, she had just shrugged and mumbled something about staying in Romania.

“What do you mean you’re staying here?”

“I mean I’m staying here over our break,” (y/n) sighed exasperated. “Summers have never been anything special back home. Sure I could see Draco and mum, but Christmas isn’t that far away.”

“(Y/n), it’s the middle of summer, Christmas is months away,” Charlie said, abandoning his lunch. “Not to mention that you’ll be all alone here, everyone is going home.”

“Not everyone is going home,” she mumbled shoving food into her mouth to avoid the conversation. It’s not that she didn’t want to go home or that she didn’t love her family, (y/n) just knew that things were strained right now. It was easier to stay in Romania, nobody cared if she was a Malfoy in Romania.

The pair began to eat in silence again. Charlie seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and (y/n) let him be, glad that they weren’t talking about her anymore. Once they had finished their meal they went back out to work, neither of them saying a word to each other. (Y/n) kept thinking about saying something to break the tension, but every time she looked over at Charlie he seemed to be in his own little world.


That night they ate dinner with their housemates talking to everyone but each other. (Y/n) was racking her brain trying to figure out if she had done something, or if Charlie was just that upset that she was staying in Romania for their break. When everyone had finished (y/n) used her wand to move the dishes from the table into their tiny kitchen. She followed behind them setting them down gently in the sink.

Charlie slipped into the kitchen behind her, sitting on the counter. He watched as (y/n) flicked her wand and the dishes began to wash themselves.

“Did I do something?” she blurted out breaking their uncomfortable silence. “I know that you don’t like that I’m staying here over break, but I really don’t think that warrants you ignoring me,” (y/n) finished with a huff. She crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look, “well?”

“Come home with me,” Charlie proposed, catching (y/n) off guard. “Come back to the Burrow for a little while. You won’t be here alone and I can finally get mum off my back about finding a ‘nice girl to bring home’,” he said, perfectly imitating his mother’s voice.

“I don’t know, Charlie…”

“Why not? It’ll be fun! You can meet my brothers, and I know that you and Ginny would get along,” Charlie tried to hide his excitement, but did a miserable job of it.

“It’s not your family that I’m worried about, Charlie.”

Charlie sighed and slid down off of the counter and took a few steps toward (y/n). “You can’t expect them to hold your name against you, if they just got to know you-”

“Who says they want to get to know me?” (y/n) snapped.

“I do,” Charlie took one of (y/n)’s hands in both of his. “Just come with me for a bit, if it’s really awful you can go and stay with your family.”

(Y/n) contemplated his offer for a bit before finally nodding her head.


(Y/n) and Charlie stood at the end of the lane that led to the Burrow. “I don’t know about this, Charlie.”

“(Y/n), come on, we’re already here,” Charlie pleaded. She could tell that this was important to him and she couldn’t bring herself to break his heart like that. She sighed and nodded her head making his face light up. As they finally approached the door Molly burst out and swallowed Charlie into a hug.

After what seemed like an eternity, and some comments from Charlie about not being able to breath, Molly released him and took his face in her hands. “Look at you, finally home.” Molly then turned to (y/n) who was standing a few steps away awkwardly playing with her sleeves. “And who’s this?” she asked looking back at Charlie, her smile a mile wide.

“Mum, this is (y/n), (y/n) Malfoy.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much from Charlie about everyone.” (Y/n) offered a smile as Molly’s faltered. Molly turned back to Charlie, taking his hand and pulling him inside. (Y/n)’s shoulders slumped, following behind the pair starting to wish she really had just stayed in Romania. I knew this was a bad idea, she hasn’t even talked to me and she already hates me. She thought, desperation painted in her face.


After (y/n)’s initial awkward encounter she was completely discouraged, and later when the entire family sat down to dinner she did her best not to say much of anything. Charlie tried to introduce her to everyone and to help coax her into conversation, but she mostly just smiled. It didn’t really matter anyway, considering the entire Weasley family was trying to be polite while still ignoring her. (Y/n) could see Charlie slowly losing heart as well, and eventually his disappointment became a subtle anger.

“It’s not a big deal,” (y/n) said quietly to Charlie, resting her hand on his arm. Ron, who was sitting across from (y/n), tried to a hide a scowl when he saw her touch Charlie causing her to quickly remove her hand and place it in her lap. Charlie glanced at Ron, doing a poor job at hiding his frustration.

“Yes it is a big deal,” he said without letting Ron hear.

“Charlie please…” (y/n) trailed off. She took a deep breath before continuing, “just… please don’t say anything you’ll regret.”


Later that night (y/n) lay awake on a mattress that had been haphazardly crammed into the extra space in Ginny’s room. Well, we weren’t expecting company, Molly had said with a pained smile while she and Ginny stretched sheets across the mattress. (Y/n) had apologized and offered to help, but Molly had waved her off saying she could do it herself thank you very much.

Now, Ginny’s steady breathing told (y/n) that she was sound asleep. (Y/n) sat up and slid to edge of the mattress. She slipped on her shoes with the intention of heading outside to go for a walk and clear her head. She always felt at home in the outdoors, that was part of the reason she had been so drawn to working with dragons, or really any magical creatures, in the first place. She maneuvered her way down the stairs avoiding the creakiest steps, hoping not to wake anyone else in the house. She stopped short of the last few steps that led into the kitchen at the sound of voices.

(Y/n) tucked herself into a shadow when she heard Charlie’s harsh voice. “You didn’t even give (y/n) a chance!”

“Oh they’re all the same aren’t they? When you grow up in a house like that-”

“She’s not like that,” Charlie cut his mother off. “Come on Mum, aren’t you the one who’s been begging me to find a nice girl?”

But not a Malfoy,” Molly said on the verge of whining.

“It’s just a name! She’s still a person who can think for herself. If you had even tried to talk to her you would have realized that she’s smart, and she’s funny, and she’s on our side! Merlin’s beard, she didn’t even want to come here because she was scared you would all hate her because of her name.” Molly stayed quiet, staring at Charlie as he continued rambling. “I begged her to come because I thought you’d be able to look past that and see how amazing she is. I thought you would be able to see in her what I see.”

“Charlie…” Molly said trying to stop him. (Y/n) had stepped into the light and down onto the bottom step, but Charlie had his back turned to her.

“She means the world to me, and I-” he stuttered suddenly caught on his words, “I think I’m in love with her, and I just- I just wanted my family to love her as much as I do.”

“Charlie,” Molly said again, this time with more conviction, glancing back at (y/n).

“Do you really mean that?” (y/n) asked. Charlie whipped around, mouth hanging open at a loss for words. “I can go back upstairs and pretend like I never heard anything if you want me to-”

“I really meant it,” Charlie said stopping (y/n) short.


“Yeah.” Even in the low light (y/n) could see his ears starting to turn a dark shade of red.

“I uh, I think I’m in love with you too.”

After a solid minute of the pair just staring at each other Molly butted in, “well, what are you waiting for? Kiss her!” When neither moved Molly lightly pushed Charlie toward (y/n).

“Mum, stop,” Charlie mumbled, his cheeks now the same shade of red. In spite of that he took the last few steps up to (y/n) who had a shy smile on her face. He touched her cheek which was also dusted with a light blush. Charlie leaned down and kissed (y/n) softly, both of them smiling into the sweet kiss.


The next morning the entire Weasley clan, and (y/n), sat down to breakfast at the picnic tables that had been set up in the yard next to the garden. Charlie and Bill immediately dove into a conversation about all of the exciting adventures they had been on since the last time they had been with their family. Everyone was enthralled with them occasionally asking questions, which made it easier for (y/n) to sink into the background.

Charlie started to recount one of the more exciting days in their camp in Romania. One of the dragons had nearly gotten loose; it had been all hands on deck trying to keep all of the other dragons safe while wrangling the escapee back to where it should be. “The Chinese Fireball that was loose – we call her Angel because she’s really a sweetheart deep down – anyway, Angel nearly singed my eyebrows off but (y/n) was there to cast a protection charm and save the day,” Charlie chuckled and rolled his eyes adding, “as always.”

Charlie looked at (y/n) but she just smiled shyly and tried not to look anyone in the eye while pushing her food around her plate.

“It’s not as dangerous as he makes it out to be, is it (y/n)?” Molly asked.

(Y/n)’s head shot up as she just stared at Molly shocked that anyone had spoken to her. She swallowed thickly before answering. “I think he embellishes a bit for effect, but he really did almost loose his eyebrows,” she said stifling a little laugh. Molly suddenly looked even more concerned than she had before, causing (y/n) to backtrack. “There are always loads of healers on hand though, we’re perfectly safe. He would have had them back in no time,” she glanced at Charlie before continuing, “probably a good thing too because I’m not sure he could pull that look off.”

Charlie, Bill, and (y/n) all laughed at this, and even Molly couldn’t hide her smile. Slowly Bill and Molly started to talk to (y/n) more, and even the twins jumped in on their conversation near the end.

It was slow going, but eventually (y/n) could tell that they were warming up to her.

“I told you they would love you,” Charlie whispered in her ear before kissing her temple lightly.


Caught in the act (SMUT!)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Originally posted by mikeys-bitchh

Christmas break was unusual at this year. You always went home to your family, but now they went to America, visiting your aunt and her family. You’d loved to be with your parents, but being lonely at Hogwarts was far more better option than spending the holidays with your insufferable cousins. You said your mother that you have a lot of to study and she didn’t pressure you, but maybe it was just because she thought you’ll going to be with your boyfriend. You woulnd’t mind that too, but go and visit the Malfoy Manor was more than a little bit frightening to you.

You spent a lot of time at the library, so you didn’t really waste your time. After a long, all-day study session you retired to your room. Since you were bored and very much missed your other half, you undressed, lied down on your bed, and slowly started to playing with yourself. 

Maybe because you imagined it’s Draco beneath you, maybe because you were tired and stressed, or maybe because you haven’t slept together in a while, but you felt yourself growing wetter and wetter every minute as you pleasure yourself; fingers in and out slowly while your hips was moving eagerly. You let out a few quiet moan into your pillow, now playing with your clit when you heard a familiar voice.

„Need any help, love?”

You immediatly jumped up even if you recognized the voice. Draco sat down next to you with a big smirk on his face and a cocked eyebrow.

„What the f—what are you doing here? I mean, how did you get here? And why? A-and since how long you been there?” – you stammered nervously and a little bit angrily, knowing your boyfriend just sneaked upon you while you playing with yourself.

„I missed you. And, long enough to know you missed too…” – he kisses you deeply and you don’t resist. „My girl is horny, isn’t she? Lie down there, I’m gonna take care of you, yeah? Good girl.” – he says while you obey and lie down on the bed. He take of his shirt and jeans and you stare at him – the sight of his skinny, pale and muscular body always been a big turn on to you. He leans over and kisses your stomach, go down on you very slowly, driving you insane. He takes his time on your inner thigh, which cause you to let out an angry whine.

„Yes? You want something?” – he asks with an innocent tone. Yes, and you need it so bad. But that was Draco’s way, teasing you until you beg for him.

„Draco, stop teasing me, or-” but before you can finish your sentence, he already dive into your heat with all of his mouth. He can see that you don’t need to a slowly starting. You feel his tounge all over your pussy and inside you, before he adds a finger and an another one a moment later, doing it just the way he knows you love it. “Open your legs, you’re so tight. There we are. You taste so good.” You can hardly control yourself now; your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body tightened, before your thighs and stomach start to shake.

Draco presses a few kiss on your thighs, before lying on top of you, kisses your sweet spot and you can feel his hard member through his boxer, which made you instantly eager for more. „Fuck me.” – you whisper. You can feel his smirk on your collarbone.

„Ask nicely.” he commands with a slow, husky tone.

„Please, Draco, please fuck me.” – you breath.

„You beg me so nicely, how could I say no to you.” – And he thrust into you slowly but deeper, all the way, causing you to moan into his ear. „Good girl.” – he praises, slowly pulling in and out. Your whole body is so tensed up by now, you pulsate everywhere; you scratch his back, probably leave marks everywhere.

„Draco, faster.”  

„What did I tell you about asking for something, huh?” – he said with a made-up strict voice.

„FUCK, please, please faster, Draco.” – and he’s grinning, see you like this, completely obeyed to his will.

„M’good girl.” – he said and he’s going faster while your wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper inside you. He cannot help himself either, loudly moaning into your mouth as he kissing you. Your hips moving beneath him when you start to feel a knot in your stomach - “Draco, I-I’m close.’ - you moan. 

“Let it go, love. I want to feel your cum around me.” - he says he going even faster; and your body tightened with a last, long, trembling moan. You feel him too, coming inside you before he collapses in top of you, trying to catch his breath.

“I should catch you more often while you’re doing that darling.” - he smirks.

“No need for that if you’re here though.” He chuckles, lie down next to you and pull you on his chest. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”



hey yall I just wanted you all to know that I started watching RWBY because my friend was begging me to, and it’s nice. Neptune is my favorite.

Neptune on the outside: I’m so cool. (sparkles)


anonymous asked:

19 & 20. I'll leave the tone to you!

19. “Come on, admit it. You like me.” - “In your dreams.”

20. “Touch me.” - “Beg for it.”

“Nice bathing suit.” Bucky strolled passed you. “Though, wouldn’t it be much easier to tan without it on?”

“Come on, admit it. You like me.” You pursed your lips and opened your legs, giving Bucky a better view. 

“In your dreams.” His eyes raked up your legs as he spoke. 

“Well, can you at least be a gentleman and apply some sunscreen to my back?” You sat up and chucked a bottle of sunscreen at him knowing he’d catch it.

“I’m never anything less than a gentleman.” He settled behind you, legs around you as you sat in between them. “Except in the bedroom.” He whispered in your ear as he untied your top.

He squeezed some of the cold lotion-like substance onto your shoulders and you shuddered. He kept his mouth next to your ear, massaging your tensed muscles as he rubbed the sunscreen in. You were barely holding your top up with your hands.

“You sure there’s not something you want to admit?” Bucky chuckled deeply. “A simple confession and I can have you on your back screaming my name within seconds.” 

“You clearly don’t know how stubborn I am.” A small moan passed your lips as he kneaded a knot under your shoulder blade. “I’m not saying anything until you do.”

“Then you get to continue imagining what my mouth feels like on yours, on your neck, on your hardened nipples, on your sweet little cunt as I taste you.” You dropped your head back and bit your lip. “Or what my fingers feel like as they slide inside of you, curling against your wall and hitting that right spot. And you’ll never get the fullness of my cock filling you up, slamming into that hidden spot deep inside of you.”

“Touch me.” You breathed out, your bathing suit top dropping and exposing your chest. Your eyes peeled open and found Bucky’s. 

“Beg for it.”


Originally posted by tinyjunmyeon

Summary: Being in a only child was a luxury you had enjoyed for long but not anymore. So problems were preprogrammed.

Word count: 1610

Warnings: None I guess :) Swearing maybe.

Author’s note: Sorry for being silent for so long but I allowed myself to take a little break :) I know this is a known topic but I haven’t found a lot of stories about it so yeah I thought about writing one. It will be usual stuff but maybe also new occurrences ;) Hope you enjoy and feel free to give me feedback ♥♥♥

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I was an only child. I never had siblings so I didn’t knew the feeling of annoyance that my little sister stole my clothes or that my big brother’s music was too loud. It is not like I didn’t wish from time to time to have these problems. Just so I could brag in front of the other kids: “My big sister is gonna pick me up today and we will go eat ice cream.” At least that was how I imagined it when I was younger. But as I grew older I got to enjoy the perks of being an only child.

First of all: Pets. Of course your parents needed to compensate the missing playmate and the less time they had for you. Throughout the years I had two hamster, a couple of fishes and my last and dearest present was Nick the black cat. He is my loyal companion for five years already. And I think I am more attached to him then I have been to any of the other animals.

Second of all: You didn’t have to share any of your toys. I assumed I was a bratty child. I hated sharing. To my defence only after a kid broke my favourite toy once. I could never forgive that.

Thirdly and finally: You were always the favourite child. As I said I hated sharing and that also applied to my parents.

Eventually the love between them must have been to weak to hold on. Their divorce five years ago, was hard for me. Of course! Who likes to see their parents separated. Split holidays, split addresses, split lives.

Even worst was the time they started searching for new partners. Just to stuff the emptiness that was left in their hearts. And I? I was left alone. Feeling lonely with no one to feel that void. I guess that is why I didn’t get another hamster but this time my father brought me Nick. A crumb of comfort at least.

He did his job very good. So after some time I made peace with that situation and accepted the future as it will come. With any other man or woman in my life.

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imagine-with-gods  asked:

can i request akashi being extremely jealous bc kise was flirting with his best friend fo he is madly in love with

“Sorry, Sei-kun! I have to cancel again tonight. Ryou-Chan is taking me to one of his shoots. I really want to see what goes on behind the scenes!”

If murderous intent could kill them Kise would be a very dead blonde. Again, you canceled on him just to have said blonde steal your time. Akashi sighed tiredly and answered you with a fake smile on the other end of the phone.

“Of course. You know the key to a healthy friendship is time apart it not too much time.”

“Oh yea! I promise you the weekend no matter how much Ryou-Chan begs me!”

“Fine, have a nice time with him, Darling.”

“You know I will!”

Just like that you were off the phone and running to Kise. At least, that’s what was running through Akashi’s mind. He put off his jealousy to an aching to be with you…like a normal friendship.

The next time the two of you were in school you were staring at a picture of you and Kise hugged up. Akashi merely glanced at the photo and his face boiled with anger. He smiled at you then pointed to your picture.

“You two look…jovial.”

“Huh? Oh yea! I got to meet some of the models and everything. He’s very popular.”

“So I’ve heard. It makes no difference–”

“The weekend…I’m sorry, Sei-kun. My dad flies back in and we have to cancel.”

Your dear friend Akashi only gave a soft wet smile. He nodded in understanding.

“I understand. Please give him my regards.”

“I will! You’re the best, Sei-kun!”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. More students rushed in as did the teacher. Later, you separated from him and went home to help your mother welcome your father home. Akashi made plans with Kise so they could ‘talk’ it out. Of course, Kise was quick to take up Akashi’s offer.

“I would love to play basketball, Akacchi!”

“We will meet at the on the courts since I am in the city.”

“Yay! We can go to dinner afterwards.”

“I look forward to it.”

With their conversation ended they met on the courts but played on opposite teams. Akashi demanded Aomine be on his team. A 3 on 3 with Akashi, Aomine and Midorima vs Kagami, Kise and Kuroko. The game ensued and Akashi had his sights set on the one that stole his lovely company. How dare he….

During a particularly intimidating play by Aomine and Midorima, Akashi played against Kise. His emperor eye activated and made Kise fall on his butt. Kise looked up at him and yelled.

“…murderous intent…!”

“Anything but, Kise-kun. You may stay away from our mutual female friend if you would like to keep both of your knee caps intact. I wonder how many photo shoots would be sexy from a wheel chair.”

All of the players on the court took a step back. Midorima was the only one brave enough to put a hand on Akashi’s shoulder.


He quickly took his hand back. He walked over to his team mates and cleared his throat.

“He will need a moment. Break time for everyone.”


A/n: Okay..heh.This was supposed to be an imagine but it turned into a one-shot (somehow).I’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes (it’s 4 am and I’m too tired to check it) Hope you like it. (The gifs don’t belong to me. Credits to the owners)

“Dean! What the hell is wrong with you?!You could have gotten Y/n killed!” Sam yelled at his brother.

“I don’t care!I don’t care if she dies!” Dean said angry as he entered his car.

His words were like a knife in your heart.You thought that he cared about you, but today he proved you it was otherwise, insulting you, looking at you with so much hate that it made your heart brake in millions of pieces.

He never acted towards you like that, never.You became really good friends since you two met a year ago and you started to develop strong feelings for him.

You refused to believe he could hate you so much that he wouldn’t even care if you died.Something wasn’t right; Dean wasn’t like this. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you, you thought it was just a mistake, he wouldn’t have left that witch to kill you.But he did.

You were greatful for Sam that saved you in the last minute.

“Y/n…I don’t think he meant to say…” Sam started to say but you cut him off.

“It’s- it’s okay Sam,I know.” You said.

Sam was angry at his brother for saying that but he just nodded and went to the car; you remaind in your place. Sam turned when he saw you weren’t following him.

“C’mon! I don’t have all day here!” Dean shouted. 

Sam sighed. “You’re coming?” He asked.

“I’ll walk, the motel isn’t that far away from here.”

“Okay.” He walked towards you and hugged you. “I’m sorry for my brother.” He kissed your forehead.

“It’s fine.I’m okay…”

“No.I know you’re not. And I know he didn’t mean to say that.”

“But he did.”

“Yes..but somethings wrong.He’s not like that.Dean would never say those things to you.I know he cares about you.”

“Yeah, I wish that you’re right.”

“I am.And I think I know what might be wrong with him.We’ll talk when you get to the motel, okay?”


Sam kissed your cheek, then he got in the car.

“What took you so long?” Dean asked.

“I had to talk to Y/n.” He answered.


“I thought you were going to ask why she didn’t get in the car.” Sam said avoiding the question.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Little do I care.”

“Yes Dean.You do care, I know you care about Y/n!You just told me months ago that you lo-”

“I don’t!” Dean yelled at his brother.

“Whatever you say.I don’t believe you.”

Dean started the car; the road to the motel was quiet, they didn’t spoke a word.


Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the motel.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Dean said entering in the bathroom.

Sam sat on his bed resting his head on his hands, then a few minutes later he heard the door being opened and saw you.

“Hey.” He said.


“Dean is in the shower.We can go outside and talk if you want.”


Both of you went in the parking lot.

“So, what are you thinking?” You asked.

“We were hunting a witch, right? And I think that after we found her location, she found out about us too.She had to do something about that.”

You nodded. “What are you trying to say is that…”

“She put a spell on Dean.But it didn’t work that well.I think she wanted to cast the spell on all of us.”

“Then we would’ve fight all the time and she had enough time to get away.” You said.


“But we killed the witch.Why didn’t the spell wear off?”

“I don’t know.I think we need to find another spell to get rid of this one.”

“Okay then.I can’t wait to have the old Dean back.”

Sam smiled.




Both, you and Sam were on the couch.He was on his laptop and you were talking on the phone with Bobby. Dean went to bed earlier, to your surprise.

“Okay, thank you Bobby.Call me if you find something.Bye.”



“We should call Cas.” You sugested.

“Good idea.”

You prayed and in no more than two minutes Cas was beside you.

“Hey Cas.” You said.

“Hello, Y/n, Sam. I heard your prayer.Is it something wrong?”

“Yes.It’s about Dean, a witch put a spell on him.” 

“What kind of spell?”

“He..he hates me.”

“I think I know what spell you are talking about.I’ll get what you need.”

Cas came back a few minutes later with the ingredients for the spell and a piece of paper with a chant in latin. Sam prepared it and you read the words from the paper. Cas was long gone, saying he had some important jobs.

You saw Dean rise up from his bed breathing heavily.

“Dean!” You ran to his bed, Sam behind you.

You put your hands on his shoulders trying to calm him down.

He closed his eyes then opened them looking at you, guilt written all over his face.

“Oh God..Y/n…I’m so sorry..I didn’t..”

“It’s okay Dean.”

“I didn’t mean to say those things.Everything I said wasn’t true.I’m sorry..”

“Dean, It’s okay. I know you didn’t.I forgive you.” You cupped his cheeks and gave him a little smile.

Sam went outside, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/n..I almost got you killed. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” 

You sat beside him on the bed. “I said I forgive you, Dean.It wasn’t your fault.”

He moved closer to you. “You know..before we arrived at the witch’s place, when I said that I hate you..” You looked down.

“I meant to say that I love you.” He smiled taking your hand in his and you looked up at him.

“I- I love you too Dean.” You leaned closer and he did the same until there was no more space between you.He cupped you cheek and kissed your lips gently. You placed your hands behind his head melting in the kiss.It was a sweet kiss and then turned into a passional one; you always dreamed of this moment, wondering how Dean’s lips would feel on yours.It was perfect.

You two broke the kiss breathing heavily, still close to each other you smiled.Dean stroked your cheek

“We should go to sleep..” You said blushing.

“Yeah..Wait are you blushing?” Dean smirked.

“What?No!” You exclaimed.

“You’re so cute when your blushing.”

“Goodnight, Dean.” You started to get up.

“Wait!” He got up too.


“Since when we are togheter…”

“I’m listening..” You said knowing what he was going to say.

“..I think from now on we would need just two beds.One for Sammy, one for us..” He grinned.

“You know, you just had to ask.”

“So..that’s a yes?”

“Hmm..I don’t know..”

“Oh, c’mon..”

“Okay.If you beg me so nicely..” You grinned putting your arms around his neck.

“Oh God..Y/n, I love you so much.” He pecked your lips then you cuddled togheter.

“You said you hated cuddling.” You closed your eyes.

“I made an exception for you.” He said placing his chin on your head.

“ kind of you.” He chuckled then closed his eyes holding you closer as possible.

“I love you.” You murmured into his chest then fell asleep.