fictional fiction

The First Love Scene

Warnings: semi smut, Jared. 


  You kissed along Jensen’s chest, tasting the saltiness that came with the thin layer of sweat covering his body. His hands bruised against your arms as he threw his head back against the pillow. You smiled against his skin, knowing that he was looking forward to this scene with you. It was your first love scene together, and it helped you both insanely since you were best friends. This kind of thing was a lot more comfortable with someone you knew and worked well with. 

  You moved back up his chest, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. You tried your hardest not to graze your tongue over his as you did. Just like you tried your hardest to ignore the way his hands felt on your waist. 

  Jensen rolled you over, his body landing right on top of yours as he dipped his head down to pull your lips into a fiery kiss that took your breath away and kept you wanting more. He was pressed right between your legs, positioned right where your body needed him the most. 

  You chalked it up to the fact that you hadn’t had any action in months. 

  Nothing more

  “Ackles is getting it on!” Jared shouted, pulling you both from the obvious trance you were both in. Jensen’s chest pressed to your very exposed one in hopes of blocking it from Jared. 

  “CUT!” the director called out, frustration very apparent in his voice.

  “Seriously Jared,” Jensen called out, trying to refrain from laughing. “You okay?” he whispered down to you, concern laced in his expression.

  “Yeah. Thanks to you,” you giggled. “Hey Jared, you know porn is a thing too right? A normal person watches porn, not his two best friends getting it on.”

  Jensen burst into laughter, burying his head in the crook of your neck. Jared’s jaw dropped, going completely speechless. You couldn’t help but laugh yourself, partially because Jensen’s laugh was so contagious. 

  “Jared, off the set. Go get your perv on somewhere else,” the director pointed at him.

  “What! I wasn’t even-” he chuckled, pointing over to the two of you on the bed.

  “Jared, if you wanted to see my boobs all you had to do was ask!” 

I Meant Something Like That - Steve Harrington x Reader

[AN: Based off the an amazing request I received asking for a Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader based loosely off the ‘Cooler’ Episode from New Girl with the first ever Nick and Jess kiss and also one of my favourite kisses in the history of television. You don’t understand the happy dance I did when I received this prompt!

To maybe follow some of this fic you may have to look up the rules to True American, just for the fist couple of paragraphs of this fic if you aren’t familiar.]


Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

Originally posted by aesaddict


You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself partaking in the excited games of your younger brother and his friends, upon turning thirteen and suddenly becoming interested in the boys in your classes you hadn’t spent much longer than half an hour in the presence of Dustin or his nerd squad. However something to do with Steve Harrington turning up to your house with a bottle of stolen liquor for you both to share and a promise that it ‘wouldn’t be all that bad’ had swayed you into playing a game with rules that were not all that clear. 

‘Okay so remind me again,’ you giggled swaying on the spot, ‘the soda cans?’

‘Are the pawns, Y/N, God!’ Lucas shouted, he was standing on top of a sofa cushion. ‘Whoever’s team drinks all the soda’s on their side first gets a chance at claiming the stack of comic books.’

‘Right!’ You hiccuped and took a sip of your spiked root beer, your eyes lazily glanced over at Steve. 

Steve was stood poised with one foot on the sofa armrest and the other on the reclining chair, he grinned as he caught you staring.

‘One, two, three, JFK!’ He shouted.

‘FDR!’ The party responded, each downing the respected soda cans and then picking another up.

Each of you took another step in the weird formation of a circle you had created in the basement of your house. Cushions and pillows lay scattered in between chairs and place mats, providing a safe-haven from the ‘molten’ floor.  

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Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Originally posted by nochuie

Words: 2.5k

You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food  we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is.
You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.


A/N: I want to make this into a series but I wasn’t sure how many people would want that. If you do, don’t hesitate to submit a request!

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Bedtime Secrets

Originally posted by heavnofhell


Characters -Sam X Reader, Dean, Cas, Jack.
Word Count - 850.
A/N -  Based during 13X06 so mild spoiler alert no real mention of what happens in the episode just where they are.


Honestly, all you wanted to do was sleep, you wanted to get to bed and sleep for a few days yet Cas was back and you had another hunt to go on. You were in the bunker for probably 10 minutes before you were back in the Impala, you were sat in the back between Sam and Jack, your head resting on Sam’s shoulder as you began to fall asleep.

“You comfortable?” Sam whispered looking down at you his hair tickled your forehead as he watched you.

“Not really but I’ll be fine.” You mumbled as you opened your eyes.

“Come here.” Sam pulled you into his lap and rested your head in the crook of his neck, you instantly settled into his arms as he wrapped them around you.

“Thanks, Sammy.” You felt yourself falling asleep faster now with the warmth of Sam’s chest and the motion of the Impala.

“What have I missed?” Cas’ voice pulled you from the edge of sleep as Dean laughed.

“Not much Cas.” Sam’s voice was low avoiding waking you.

“Sam are you and Y/N together?” Cas questioned as you heard him turn in his seat.

“No we’re not.”

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thedreamingobserver  asked:

Is there any tips to write a deep/emotional scene? Or does it just kinda happen?

If you mean they just “kinda happen” like there’s a natural flow to the scene and what leads up to it, then yes. But any sort of deep scene is maybe 35% writing and 65% setup. (I’d give wiggle room for those numbers depending on writer skill and the plot. A poorer writer has to rely more on setup since their strength of scene wouldn’t be as good, and a deep scene early on isn’t going to be able to rely on the same setup and background.)

For writing…

- You’re really going to have the push the “show don’t tell” here. Direct comment on emotion often pushes the reader away, so you need to let the scene speak for itself.

- The character perspective that the scene is written from changes a lot about mood and tone of the scene.

- It’s probably time to break out the intense language, but this doesn’t mean melodrama. Intensity of language simply means you choose words very carefully to fit the scene you want to convey. Someone doesn’t “move”, they “stumble” or “saunter”. 

- Language structure, on top of word choice, can be used to convey feeling. Shorter sentences are blunt. Longer sentences have a sense of flow and can be calming if written with certain words, or jarring if the end on a very different tone than they began. There’s a lot to learn about how the way you structure your language can affect how a scene is read and interpreted.

- Any scene is “deeper” with a closer narrator perspective. 3rd omniscient can be fun, but will always fall a little short of 3rd limited or 1st person for emotional connection to the reader.

For setup…

- Vagueness does not work in your favor. There needs to be clear cause-effect that lead up to that deep scene, because a lot of the “depth” comes from the implications and effects.

- What is the primary emotion you’re trying to convey in the scene? You need to be specific with your thought because specificity allows you to control the details that lead up to the scene, and during the scene. It also means you can hone in on a specific emotion to work with, think quality over quantity.

- That scene needs to mean something beyond the moment. It should have a lasting impact on the plot or another character, because “depth” is not isolated within the emotional scene. True depth is seen when the scene is so integrated into the story that it has real meaning and consequences in context.

- The scene has to make sense within the story. A little obvious, but I’ve seen writers try and throwing in a “deep” scene ”just because”. That’s not how it works. While there are ways to allow for a deep scene in a more lighthearted story, the setup still needs to lead there. It needs to make sense to exist within the plot, to the characters, and in the world.

- Tension should build up, and your readers need to care. If your readers don’t care, even a well-written emotional scene will fall flat. Part of getting them to care is managing tension and conflict in a story, which ties back into good storytelling in general. Some of the most effective emotional scenes work as a catharsis, which can only happen if there’s good build-up to begin with.

Good luck with your scenes!

Jealousy At It’s Finest

Summary: Y/N could have any other guy, that lives a normal life but she still continues to leave with Dean making him question what’s so special about himself. 

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,004

Warnings: Insecure Dean, but everything is pretty fluffy. 

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, who asked for an insecure, jealous Dean. This is what I came up with, please let me know what you think of this. Thank you so much for requesting! I want to give special thanks to @jennylovelyheart for helping me out, love you! 

Feedback is welcome and is much appreciated ♡


Originally posted by zest-wincest

Dean always thought he wasn’t a jealous type. He always said that he didn’t care when others looked at his partner, it only made him feel proud that he was able to score someone who turned heads. But that changed once he started dating Y/N. Ever since then, he hated when guys stared at her like she was a piece of meat. However, he didn’t like to show his jealousy, because it wasn’t only jealousy that made him think dark thoughts. It was also his insecurities that tied into his jealousy that made him question the reason to why Y/N was still with him.

The thing is, Y/N is everyone’s dream girl. Not just with her looks but with her personality as well. She was kind, generous and humble, especially when people complimented her looks. Her cheeks would flush with redness, as she giggled at the sweet comment. Even though she looks made Y/N the most confident it also made her want to scream since most of the time people looked at her looks. They never cared about how smart she was or how she was a responsible, independent women. It annoyed her when others assumed that she didn’t eat or that she was stuck up; making them hesitate to even start a conversation with her. Which resulted in her not having a true friend nor a real boyfriend since every guy assumed she was just an easy lay. But that everything had changed ever since she met the Winchesters.

Ever since they saved her from a dragon, Y/N had been the happiest version of herself. She had a loving boyfriend, Dean, who constantly made sure to shower her with love every day. He always wanted to keep her happy because that’s what mattered the most. It wasn’t only him who brightened Y/N’s life, there was also his brother, Sam, who grew to be Y/N’s best friend and the older brother she always wanted. And then there was Cas, who managed without a fail to make Y/N smile with his innocent comments and acts. Together, they were a family. But most importantly, Dean and Y/N were each others’ best friends.

The two were two peas in a pod. They told each other everything, no matter what; even if it was the grossest thing to share. They loved going on supply runs together, as a chance to spend time with each other. Which confused Dean because he never thought he could have a real relationship with someone who wasn’t a hunter. And sometimes he hated himself for dragging Y/N into this life; a life that was on the road filled with every kind of monster. He managed to avoid listening to those dark thoughts, whenever Y/N smiled at him or held his hand. However, there were times where his mind kept on reeling on how happier Y/N would be with another guy.

But Y/N wasn’t completely blind to what was happening. She knew there was something, especially when Dean’s mood would turn sour. He would stop making random jokes or sing whatever song was playing in his mind. Often times, his knuckles would turn white from how hard he was holding the steering wheel which confirmed that there was something wrong. Yet, each time she asked, he refused to tell Y/N what was going on in his mind; fearing that she would find him childish to think that way. So, he kept his thoughts to himself until their recent hunt that made him spill all of his secrets.


It had been awhile since Y/N joined the brothers on a hunt. Since she wasn’t raised as a hunter, Dean found it safer for her to either to stay back in the bunker or back in the motel they were staying at. Y/N didn’t mind, she knew Dean just wanted the best for her and it worked out perfectly since Y/N loved doing research. Her favorite part was reading about the different creatures and monsters that existed. Most of the time, Dean would find her asleep on one of the lore books as she spent night reading. This week was Y/N needed this break with the brothers. She hated how stuffy the bunker was getting and knew she was in desperate change of scenery. And hoped for alone time with Dean which unfortunately didn’t work out since they ended up sharing a room with Sam. Despite that, Y/N still had fun with Dean; laughing with him at the programs that were playing on the old television. It was a fun, happy trip, that ended at the local bar as a celebration of the successful hunt. Y/N wore her casual outfit that consisted of her favorite pair of jeans and a flannel; which made Dean’s mind and heart race. He felt like he didn’t deserve Y/N and hoped, that tonight would end on a good note.

Dean stiffened once they entered the bar as he noticed a couple of men drawing their attention to Y/N as a whistle came from a man in the crowd. A tug on his left hand pulled him from his thoughts as Y/N and Sam found the perfect table at the far corner of the bar. The three got situated as they waited for a waiter to come there way. While Y/N and Sam were having their own conversation, Dean was in his own world as he could see a couple of men blatantly staring at Y/N as if they never saw women in their life. Y/N could see that Dean wasn’t in the same mood that he was in when they left a motel. She gave him a sweet smile but the only response she got was a half smiled, as he went back to picking at the table. She assumed he was hungry and hoped that his mood would lighten up after he ate. However, she truly hoped that he would open up to her; wanting to take away his concerns.

After the three had their food and their fair share of drinks, Sam and Dean made their way to the pool table; having a friendly competition with each other. While Y/N sat at the side, laughing at the brother’s tactics, but it wasn’t long till a waitress strolled up towards Y/N with a drink in her hand.

“Uh sorry, I didn’t order this,” Y/N smiled.

“The guy at the far end of the bar did. He told me to pass on the message that if you need some company, you’re more than welcome to sit with him,” the waitress pointed at the guy who held up his drink making both, Dean and Y/N glace up at him.

“Can you do me a favor? Can you give it back to him and tell him that I already have company?” Y/N smiled once again, as she gestured to the Winchesters.

“You came with the two of them?”

“Yes but I’m with only dating one of them.”

“Which one? The tall one or the short one?” The waitress asked and Y/N could tell she was eyeing Sam. “Cause if you’re not dating the tall one, can you do me a favor?”

Y/N chuckled, “Of course. By the way, his name is Sam. And I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much,” the waitress tanked as she abruptly hugged Y/N and made her way back to the guy while Y/N went to work her magic with Sam. It didn’t take long for her to convince him to go talk with the waitress. As for Dean, he grabbed his jacket without announcing what was going on, making Y/N wear a confused look as she followed closely behind him.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the motel,” Dean replied making sure to give the car keys to Sam before heading towards the door; leaving Y/N clueless. She tried her best to keep up with him as he strolled down the sidewalk and once she managed to catch up, she looked up at him to see him focused on the little pebble he was kicking.

“Why did we leave?” Y/N asked but Dean only responded with a shrug. “What’s wrong with you? Did something happen?”

“No,” Dean mumbled, not paying attention to Y/N who had fallen behind.

“Wait, Dean!” She yelled as she grabbed Dean’s arm making him turn towards her. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I hate when you’re like this because I’m supposed to be the one you tell everything to. So please talk to me.”

Dean sighed, “Fine. Do you want to know what’s wrong? I hate when guys look at you like who all these assholes were staring at you.  

“This is all because you’re jealous?” Y/N scrunched her brows, she didn’t mean for it to come as a tease but she was genuinely confused on why Dean needed to be jealous.

“You see?! That’s why I didn’t want to say anything!” Dean stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Dean, you do know there’s no reason to be jealous. You do know that I’m yours and yours only, right?”

“Yes, but Y/N, half of these guys could give you the things I can’t give you,” Dean started and when Y/N continued to look he continued. “A life that doesn’t consist of monsters, a life that isn’t on the road. A life that is normal that consists of having a family and a fricken pet. So, sue me that I hate when guys look at you but it’s because we both know you wish to have a normal life.”

Y/N continued to stand there, stunned by everything she heard. She didn’t care for a ‘normal’ life; she cared a life with Dean. “Dean, I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want the boring, everyday life that has a routine. This life with you, Sam and Cas, is different and fun and speac-.”

“But admit Y/N, it’s dangerous and annoying. Anyone would’ve accepted that drink from that guy,” Dean cut Y/N making her huff. She needed Dean to see the truth, to see what she felt.

“Who did I leave with?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?” Dean groaned.

“Just answer the question, Dean. Who did I leave with?”

“Me.”

“Exactly. I left with you because I love you and I don’t care about other guys and what they have to offer because they can’t offer me a life with you,” Y/N’s eyes brimmed with tears. “You are my best friend, you are the only person in my life who cares so much about me and that is worth everything in the world to me. I don’t need a family because you are my family and that is enough. This life with you gave me so much, but most importantly it gave me happiness. So, no Dean not everyone would’ve accepted that guys offer. At least not me,” Y/N finished off wiping a tear that rolled down her cheek and leaned upward to place a kiss on Dean’s lips. She could feel him loosening up as they deepened the kiss and only breaking apart when a honking of a car ruined their moment. The couple let out a soft chuckle as their foreheads leaned stayed connected.

“I love you too, Y/N. Thank you, baby,” Dean sighed, thanking the stars for sending him someone like Y/N. “Now, let’s go back to the motel and take advantage of Sam not being there,” Dean smirked as he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist; no longer in a sour mood. As they walked back to the motel, Dean’s mind wandered into another thought. One that was brighter, one that consisted of making Y/N his forever. One that would make her his wife.


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whiplash | 02

Originally posted by co-kai-ne

↳ fake dating au | college au

pairing: chanyeol | reader

genre: soft angst + fluff + sexual themes

word count: 6.061

description: as an aspiring big-shot photographer in a slump, you’re looking for something that inspires you and unfortunately — or maybe not — it comes in the form of a guy named Chanyeol.

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It’s finally here, folks. The final episode of “Star Trek Continues” can be found in the links below. Part II of “To Boldly Go” serves as a proper series finale to Star Trek TOS and it connects the Original Series to “Star Trek: The Motion Picture” (1979). There’s a subtle nod to “Star Trek: The Next Generation” and an even subtler nod to “Star Trek Discovery”.

This is a really well done episode with amazing visuals and great performances. If you’re a TOS fan, this is the final episode we’ve wanted for decades instead of the dreadful “Turnabout Intruder”.

The fandom owes a debt to Vic Mignogna, Todd Haberkorn, Chuck Huber, Chris Doohan, Kim Stinger, Grant Imahara, Wyatt Lenhart, Michele Specht, Steven Dengler and the small army of talented actors and production crew who put both tremendous effort and a lot of love for the franchise into the 11 episodes that are effectively season 4 of Star Trek.

To Boldly Go: Part I

To Boldly Go: Part II

Just a few Marichat sketches for the hell of it. 

Wanted to try out a few fun poses for Chat. And I was asked to illustrate some of Marinette’s outfits from Once a Thief. So I drew the outfit she wore when she went on the date with Nathaniel. Although, when I took the picture, her clothing turned out more red than maroon. My apologies. My husband asked to have Mari making the finger gun. Then of course, Marichat almost kisses because I can. 

Oh, and chapter thirteen of “Once a Thief” is up now. Enjoy. 

Fanfiction dot net version: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12615192/1/Once-a-Thief-Always-a-Thief

AO3 version: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11907219/chapters/26902992

Dress | Morrigan x Selene (Viviane’s Sister)

This is based on Dress bu Taylor Swift. Idc what/who this song was originally written about, I’m now convinced it’s about two secret wlw lovers (thanks, @nessiansmut ). Viv’s sister’s name is taken from an older fic @shallandavars  wrote but her characterisation is quite different. 
Tags: fluff, angst, secret relationship, implied smut, takes place during ACOWAR, songifc
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Our secret moments in your crowded room

The party downstairs was the last thing on Mor’s mind. She turned in a circle, taking in every detail of the room. She felt as though she had been given a precious glimpse into Selene’s life and she was not going to waste it. Books were scattered on the shelves, arranged more by personal preference and sentimental value, rather than any logical system, sheet music covered the table and nightstands, and various fur coats and knit sweaters were draped over the backs of chairs. It was so her, Mor thought with a smile.

“We really have to go back,” Selene repeated. “They’ll notice we’re gone.”

Mor turned around to face the woman who was standing in the doorway of the room, her hand extended towards her beloved. She looked breathtaking. She always did, but there was something about Selene—her chestnut hair wild and unbound, cascading around her shoulders, eyes wide and sparkling, ivory skin reflecting the light almost like the satellite she was named after—that made Mor feel overcome with a rush of emotion.  “Let them notice.”

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They’ve got no idea about me and you

She watched, utterly transfixed, as Selene laughed at something her friend had said. The sound was like wind chimes blowing in the wind and Mor knew that she could listen to Selene’s tinkling laugh for the rest of eternity and never get bored. She was dazzling.

As if reading her thoughts, Selene turned and gave her a conspiratorial smile before turning back to the other Winter Court fae. It lasted for the briefest moment but Mor was already shaking her head and laughing to herself. She turned her attention towards Selene’s friends. They were complimenting Selene on the party she had thrown for her sister’s birthday and chatting about silly things like the decorations and the design of the invitations.

Mor felt Selene move so that the back of her hand brushed against her own and an electric current rushed through her at the contact. Selene didn’t turn to look at her, but she hooked her pinky finger with Mor’s and squeezed it quickly three times. Morrigan instantly looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and she felt Selene start to let go of her finger after noticing her reaction. She didn’t let her let go.

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Back to You

Originally posted by sunshinemgg

Prompt: “I’ve got you.”

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,409

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and violence

A/N: I sat down and made an attempt to finish this so that I can post it by next week. But since I was able to finish it today, here it is! Hope you enjoy!

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