and your eyebrows i just

SVT Super Powers; Seungcheol!!

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here

i hate him i hate him i hATE HIM YOU CAN FIGHT MEEEEEEEEEE

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-so this boy can fight me

-fight fire with fire

-gET IT

-okay he wields the power of fire

-like the human torch but not the human torch

-and not chanyeol either don’T @ ME GDi

-so yeah he had it ever since he was born

-somehow ancient gods gave it to him yadda yadda yadda 

-his parents first knew about his powers when he was still a baby

-he was being burped by his dad

-he burped up a small flame

-his dad’s eyebrows didn’t grow back for another week

-his parent’s were genuinely confused

-”how did our child just burn your eyebrows off?”

-”I don’t know but…all I can say is burn baby burn”

-”dON’T ENCOURAGE HIM”

-his mum didn’t exactly like him using his powers to be fair

-she was scared that most of the things in the house would go alight

-and the fact that he’s still young and she didn’t want him to hurt himself

-but it’s a good thing to have him around!!

-he warmed up his dad’s coffee when it got cold

-and he can heat up water quickly too!

-no matches in the house? here have a kid who  B R E A T H E S    F I R E 

-when he was a little older he used to go to the park

-and there was this one kid that he did not like at all

-one time this kid pushed Seungcheol off the swing set

-and boi

-hIS EYE WENT RED

-HE WAS ABOUT TO FIGHT WITH THIS KID

-luckily his mum was there by the set

-she pulled him back

-”Seungcheol we can’t extinguish our problems with fire. We get in trouble for that stuff.”

-seungcheol sighed and let him have the swing

-later on he melted his ice cream when he wasn’t looking

-take that you little shitt

-his mum found a perfect use for him though

-personal 

-hot

-water 

-bottle

-that was until using his powers a lot made him ill

-especially the body heat power

-that nearly kILLED HIM JESUS

-boi needs to cool down

-im sorry 

-actually im not that was a good joke

-up until he got into high school he had to keep his power kind of hidden to everyone

-except for you

-you were just the nice girl next door

-except you weren’t next door 

-but a couple blocks down the road

-the only time that seungcheol could really use his powers

-was all alone 

-in a park

-at night

-it was alright because nobody was there 

-except for you

-theres a lot of excepts in this one wow

-your mum asked to pick up some groceries

-at like 8pm 

-and the only shop was through the little park on the other side

-wHY

-two options!

-you could go the long way and risk not getting stabbed and apologize for being late

-or you could go through the dark park at like 9pm where there could be all sorts of people in there waiting for a young person like you to walk though and then try to stab you or something and you apologize for being late while being whisked away in an ambulance 

-you chose the park

-clever, aren’t you?

-joking its for the plot

-so when you go through the first time

-you run like theres no tomorrow

-there was no way you were getting killed or mugged or stabbed or anything

-you looked like one of those motion blur memes 

-like wow 

-gotta go fast

-wait wrong member

-after that little race you had with yourself

-you head back through the park

-and you were just hoping in that small amount of time that you were in the shop

-no creeps or killers were in there

-luckily there weren’t 

-maybe pyromaniacs?

-nah

-on the way back you passed the kids park

-which is supposed to be closed after 6pm

-but you spot a light in the park

-curiosity killed the cat

-but you’re not a cat

-and curiosity isn’t a real object

-so you go down to inspect what was going on

-you see that little light? 

-it split into two

-except one was traveling further away from the other

-wait why is this the plot to brave

-your heart was kind of in your mouth 

-you’re not gonna lie you were shoOK

-wHY WAS THERE JUST TWO LITTLE LIGHTS IN THE PARK

-you reach the gate

-and you notice that there’s someone’s bag near the metallic tunnel 

-you kind of open the gate slowly and quietly

-but it alway creaks

-meanwhile Seungcheol just jumped

-oh no the fEDS

-THEY MIGHT THINK HE WAS DOING ILLEGAL SHIT

-BUT NO

-HES JUST A KID WITH AWESOME FLAME POWERS

-you get to the jungle gym

-and you quickly look into the tunnel

-and there’s a boy

-just a boy

-who let off a kind of loud scream

-wait did fire just come out his mouth

-you look at him closer

-he’s a dude in your class

-wait

-huH

-”wait…aren’t you y/n?”

-”yeah…seungcheol? what are you doing here? and why did i just see fire come out of your mouth…?”

-”uh…….no you didn’t.”

-”i just did.”

-”you must be tired.”

-”i’m not…are you…a pyromaniac?”

-”what?! no…it’s a long story…”

-”yeah….you’re going to have to start from the beginning…”

-”right…”

-he tells you about his super power

-and you’re so……interested in his abnormal superpower

-like 

-its such a pretty super power

-like since you were little you already read stories about people with fire powers

-and now it’s actually happened

-you met a dude with fire powers!!

-”y/n…jut one thing.”

-”yeah?”

-”keep this a secret…okay?”

-”don’t worry you have my promise.”

-you placed your pinky up to him

-and he wrapped his pinky around yours

-i feel that pinky promises are still legitimate forms of promise keeping

-i’m an adult i swear

-for a while you two hung out at night

-so you could just see his fire powers at night

-because it was so pretty

-but one time 

-you two were on the swingset and Seungcheol was showing you new tricks he learnt 

-by himself too 

-you’re so proud of your flame kid!!

-he shows you one where he just traces out a heart in the air and blows on it and it becomes smoke

-and you’re there like

-!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS COOL DO IT AGAIN

-and he’s there like

-”really??”

-”yeah!” 

-you’re sitting there waiting for him to draw it

-and you see him start to draw

-you then realise that he’s not drawing a heart

-it was letters instead

-fUCK

-uhuh waIT WHAT

-the fire read; i like you

-and you’re dying inside cause that’s so cutE

-after that you start to realise that you like Seungcheol back

-and he’s the light in the dark for you

-lI TE RALLY 

-ihadtosayiiimsorry


-”seems like things are…..”

-”seungcheol”

-rEALLY HEATING UP IN HERE”

-”DON’T SET THE SPAGHETTI ON FIRE JUST FOR THAT PUN”

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listen these are two of my fave kaminari panels and I really think this should be a meme

When people say doing their makeup is an art and that's why they wear it

I just…
There are dozens of other media to work with. Most of which don’t center on masking your natural beauty so that you can adhere to a narrow set of standards.
Why not try out an art form that doesn’t put money right in the pockets of mostly male corporations? That doesn’t contain carcinogens? That isn’t rooted in sexist and sometimes racist ideals? That can be preserved and treasured for decades? That can even be sold for profit in your spare time?
There are so, so many creative outlets. Why would you choose to spend hundreds of dollars on makeup that you will just wash off, when you could be painting, working with yarn, sewing, embroidering, sketching, sculpting, making jewelry, taking pictures, carpentry, costuming, collaging, carving…

No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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  • Greg & John: *ascending the stairs to flat B*
  • Greg: ...the trouble is, he's been quite selective of his cases recently which puts more work on us.
  • John: *shakes his head* I know what you mean. Lately, he's just...
  • Greg: Softer?
  • John: *sighs* Pathetic.
  • Greg: *laughs* How do you mean?
  • John: He *lowers his voice* he cried when we interviewed a client the other day.
  • Greg: Jeeze...
  • John: *nods*
  • Greg: *smirks* I thought Molly was supposed to be the one with the hormones *pushes open the door*
  • Sherlock: *standing in front of ten laptops, all open on Skype; a blanket draped over his shoulder, holding his daughter*
  • Sherlock: *shaking his head* No, I can't do that. She has sensitive skin.
  • Someone on one of the laptops: *chuckles* Are you kidding? It's just baby lotion. My-
  • Sherlock: Nope *closes the laptop* what about you?
  • Another Skype user: *nervous* Err, the- the wife likes that coconut oil stuff but-
  • Sherlock: *closes the laptop*
  • Sherlock: *turns; whispers* What? Can't you see I'm busy?
  • John & Greg: *exchange glances*
Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

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Dirty Dancing

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Hoseok (J-Hope)

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 5,242

Summary:  It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.

Originally posted by jimins-bunss

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Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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Fighting For Him - Smut

Originally posted by youarealwaysfirst

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader
Words: 4,571
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas and I always give her what she wants. Also thanks to her for also providing me with the plot and helping me figure it out. Special shout out to @celestial-writing cause she’s my child and she’s always encouraging me. And to my GC @sincerelystiles @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles @thelittlestkitsune @girlmeetsworldedits @sabrinas-wolves @mf-despair-queen @rememberstilinski and @stilinski-jpeg cause they’re always encouraging and inspiring and I love them all a lot. 

This is just a lot of smut cause I am thirsty as fuckkkkkkkkk.



The moment you laid eyes on Thomas you knew you wanted him. It was an instant attraction. You gravitated towards him before you even realized your feet were moving, the second he stepped in the room. He seemed to feel the same, his whiskey eyes following your every movement. There was only one problem. Brenda.

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Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

Originally posted by daily-walkers

Thinking About You // Park Jimin

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the prompt: hellooo !! can i request a Jimin fluff where like you guys are friends and stuff but he’s like fuckboy!jimin and y'all decide to hang out by the pool and it ends up being rlly fluffy!!!

words: 1448

category: fluff! + drabble?

author note: i tried so hard to write jimin as an fboy but i think i may have failed (idek). he’s just so soft :/hope you like the direction i took it in! (also i kinda made him a swimmer? you said pool and i thought of swimming athlete jimin so…)(also pls enjoy the gif below)

- destinee

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo


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Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Here you go! Y’all wanted some small ham so I did it! (just ask if you want more) psst, this is for you @sin-cake-finished-and-baked

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“Hamilton I am telling you, if you don’t keep on criticizing my handwriting-“ You threatened, staring down at him. He crossed his small arms, sitting on the top of your eraser. You rolled your eyes at him, continuing your essay.

“You missed a comma,” he said, taking a small piece of the lead off the table and fixing it. You sighed, slamming your pencil onto the table. He jumped, looking up at you. “Hey! Are you trying to kill me here!” He yelled, but it was more like a squeak.

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Surprise Party - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Maybe a Jughead imagine where you’re dating and it’s your birthday and Jughead plans a cute and lazy day for the two of you since you don’t like big parties?

Originally posted by nessa007

I love this so fucken much, I hope you guys do too! (this takes place before the twilight closes btw)

All week you had seen your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, whispering with all of your friends at school. Every time you questioned him on it, he would change the subject to something else entirely. You had an inkling feeling that Jughead was playing some huge, over the top surprise party for your birthday. The thought made you a little sick; it wasn’t that you disliked the idea of having your friends over, it was the idea of having all of your friends over. You weren’t into huge parties or social gatherings, it just triggered a little of your anxiety. You also just plain hated the idea of a surprise party; you just hated not knowing.

One Friday, your fear and curiosity got the better of you so you pestered your boyfriend with questions. 

“So what were you talking to Kevin about?” He remained quiet as you walked to your house.

 “Jughead,” you said, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He turned to face you with a smile, “tomorrow is the start of your birthday weekend, got any plans?” You rolled your eyes, “no, I’m just staying home tomorrow.”

 “Good,” he said, and you groaned. 

“What are you planning, Jones.” he let out a chuckle and you smiled up at him. 

“Who says I’m planning anything,” he teased. You walked in front of him, grabbing both of his hands.

 “You’ve been talking to all of my friends throughout the week. Every time I ask, you just dance around the question.” 

He raised his eyebrows, “maybe I just wanna hang out with your friends.”

 You let out a rough laugh, “you dislike social interaction as much as me.” He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

 “Don’t worry, Y/N,” he said, pulling you along as he walked you to your house. 

“With you that’s impossible,” he gave you a soft smile and gently squeezed your hand. 

“Well try not to,” he said, walking you to your door. You stopped before you went inside, looking up at him. 

“It better not be a party,” you said, but Jughead just stared at you.

 “I’m not saying anything,” he said as he reached up to stroke your face, “and neither are your friends.” He smiled smugly and you groaned again, hitting him in the shoulder.

 “I hate you Jones,” you whispered, but he leaned down to peck your cheek. 

“You love me,” you smiled at him and let go of his hand to open your door.

 “I do,” you whispered, “but that’s beside the point.” 

He chuckled, “I’ll text you later babe, enjoy your day of leisure tomorrow.” You rolled your eyes and walked inside your house, wondering what your boyfriend was up to.

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Protective Angels

Characters: Michael, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Y/N (no pairing)

Word Count: 1,271

Warnings: fluff, bullying

Requested by anon:  Hey! Can I request an imagine where reader is being bullied in school (she’s 13 or 14 in middle school) and the angels protect her/defend her? Thanks! ❤ (Spn fanfic and by angels I mean Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael and Castiel) <3 <3

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic! I find it cute and I am proud of how it turned out! I love you all so much! <3

Middle school was a time for growth and development for all kids.  Unfortunately for some kids, it was also a time consisting of name calling, shoving, and rumors.  Bullies were relentless in your middle school.  Luckily for you, you had angels looking over your shoulders.  

You first met these angels when you were having a hard time adjusting to the new elementary school last year.  They were your first friends.  They were a great help and you loved them from day one, and they loved you.  It was a silent promise that they would protect you from danger.  Even if that danger involved your teenage peers.

As you were walking home, you decided to dig your headphones out of your backpack.  Listening to music was better than hearing the constant ridicule of your peers.  Lately things had gotten worse.  They started throwing your lunch away and shoving you into the lockers in the hallway.  Every book in your arms would fall to the floor.  Castiel would usually help you fetch your books.  He was more helpful than aggressive, which didn’t bother you.  

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With All My Heart - Part 4

Word Count: 1852

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. I feel like this is just bad and I’m sorry. 

Comments and constructive feedback always appreciated

With All My Heart Masterlist


You woke up way too early for your liking the next morning. The day was going to drag by, which you hated, but there was no way you could get back to sleep. You dragged yourself out of bed and to the living room, grabbing a quick breakfast and throwing yourself down on the couch, trying to find something to do.

You decided to check Netflix when a thought came to your mind. If you were going to be spending more time with Jensen, you should probably watch his show. You scrolled through until you found Supernatural and pushed play, starting at season 1 episode 1. As soon as you saw him you couldn’t help but laugh. He was so young even his voice sounded like a baby. It didn’t take long though before you found yourself completely sucked in until your phone started to chime.

Jensen: Hey. Helping Jared took longer than I thought. You still wanna come over?

 

Y/N: Yeah, right after I finish this show on Netflix. Text me your address.

 

Jensen: K. Bring a bathing suit and extra clothes.

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