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Free to Be You and Me - Part 1

Word Count: 3411

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN Typical Violence 

A/N: Sorry this took forever. I hope to get back into it more regularly soon. I can’t really make any promises. 

Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated

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The vibrating of your phone on the bedside table pulled you from a deep sleep and you gently detangled Dean’s limbs from around you to reach it. Squinting against the light from the screen, you saw it was Sam and slipped out of bed, going outside to answer. “Sam? It’s late, are you ok?”

“Hey, yeah. I’m sorry. You were asleep.” Sam chuckled. “I forgot we might not be in the same time zone.”

“I was awake, Sam. It’s fine.”

“You weren’t. I can tell. You got that…sleep voice of yours going on.”

“Sleep voice?” You giggled. “What does that even mean, Samuel?”

“It’s kinda gravely, like you’ve been chain smoking for about 60 years.” He joked.

“Shut up.” You snapped. “Yes. I was asleep, alright? We’re hunting vamps. And I’ve been having lots and lots of sex with your brother so I’m exhausted. What’s up? Why are you calling so late?”

“TMI, Y/N/N. Way TMI.” Sam groaned. “Anyway, I called because…have you…are you having weird dreams again?”

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City of Harmony (Lúcio Correia dos Santos Imagine)

(A/N: Lucio fluff requested - sorry I switched it up a little since I just published a bath scenario. Hope it’s okay!)

Numbani had to be the most amazing place you’d ever had the pleasure of visiting in your entire life. Gigantic buildings climbed high up into the clouds and reflected the sun beautifully, all the while the city buzzed with life. Omnics and humans lived together in peace here and you were thrilled when you were invited alongside Lena and Hana by Lúcio, the four of you were inseparable in battle and out.

“I’m so excited, I can’t believe Lúcio is performing here in Numbani! This place is perfect for him to release a new message.” Lena hooked her arms between Hana’s and yours, smiling widely as the three of you navigated through the city.

In your right hand you held an old, paper-made map of the city, squinting at the confusing scribbles. “I have no idea how to read this.”

Snorting as she raised her cellphone, Hana tapped away at the screen with her thumb and handed it to you, “Here. I don’t know why you’d even carry that old thing around. You know it’s made from trees right?”

You snatched the little pink device from her and she stuck her tongue out at you playfully, “You’re such a child, Hana.”

“At least I don’t use scrappy old things like whatever that is.” She motioned towards your map and you blushed, scrolling it up and shoving it into Lena’s backpack before raising the phone to your face.

“So we have to catch a tram onto the outskirts of the city to the beach, but how do we do that? I’ve never been here before.” Raising a hand to the sun, you blocked it’s harsh rays from your eyes and squinted at your companions.

“It’ll only take a tic, love. C’mon, let’s go! I wanna see what kind of shells there are!” Tracer dragged the two of you through the busy crowds, big eyes darting between people - both metal and flesh, to search for a passage route out.

A lot of pushing, shoving, prodding and apologies later you were standing among yourself, clinging to the metal pole above your head for dear life as the tram began moving at a speed you didn’t expect. Hana carelessly toyed with her phone with one hand, the other shoved into her pocket, the rocking of the tram didn’t seem to even faze her at all.

You however, swayed and rocked as the moving contraption did, “I think I’m gonna be sick,” you warned and Lena’s hand found your back, “No need, we’re here, look.”

Raising your green face, you sighed as the tram slowed and stopped at a small station where other omnics and humans waited patiently, you could see the beautiful blue off in the distance and didn’t hesitate to throw yourself off of the tram.

“Is that it? Is that the beach?” You giddily asked, and both girls laughed at you, walking side-by-side. “Pretty, innit?” Tracer commented, and Hana hummed in agreement.

“When is Lúcio going to join us? Doesn’t he have to set up for tonight’s show?” Hana grabbed Lena’s hand and Lena grabbed yours, the three of you taking off into an excited run.

“Lúcio has a whole bunch of staff doing that stuff for him, he got a lot of credits for those underground shows he did, remember?” Blinking to keep the sun at bay, you neared the beach, the pavement sidewalk turning into soft sand along the way.

“Lemme get our passes out.” Tracer stopped, swinging her backpack off of her shoulders and digging through it before pulling out three ID tags attached to red ribbons. She looped hers around herself before turning to you and dumping yours playfully on your head, the string hanging onto your nose.

“I’m nervous.” You confessed as you adjusted the neckband. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. This is like our own little beach party. Not many people are gonna even be here.” Hana assured and your heart fluttered, “I hope not.”

“It’s our beach tonight, just ours and our pals’!”

Unzipping your jacket and folding it in your arms, you approached the beach, feet digging into the sand unsteadily. Around the beach were several large men in black suits and sunglasses surrounding the people behind the red rope that separated the party from the rest of the beach.

Your eyes scanned the crowd for Lúcio and when you saw the sway of those familiar dreadlocks you smiled, moving forward to greet him when a hand raised, blocking your path.

“Got ID?” He asked, looming over you with an intimidating stare. You stuttered nervously before tapping the laminated ID tag around your neck and with a quick inspection, the man unhooked the red rope and allowed you in, Lena and Hana following closely behind.

Despite the large expanse of beach available, the crowd seemed to really stay close together as they danced in the sun, a band on a small platform playing live keeping the fun up and the party jumping.

“Gimme your jacket, love,” Tracer offered, shoving the material into her backpack and kicking off her flip-flops. “How deep is that thing?” Hana laughed as she, too, shoved her jeans into the bag. The two girls stood in matching bikini sets and you snorted, “That is so lame.”

You kicked off your pants and shoes and folded them, compressing them into the bulging backpack and crossing your arms over yourself, you felt very exposed.

“It’s a beach, Y/N. Take your shirt off.” Shaking your head, you turned away, “I don’t want to get sunburn, or whatever.” A comforting hand on your shoulder had you slumping and as you turned, Lena smiled at you, “We’re gonna be in the water most of the day anyway, so no one is really gonna see you, love.”

A moment passed and with the bite of your lip and a timid nod, you removed your shirt and sighed at the feeling of the sun on your bare skin. “God, you could use some fresh air, Y/N.” Hana teased as she rushed off into the crowd of dancers to find Lúcio.

Tracer took your hand in hers as she dumped her bag carelessly in the sand and pulled you closer to the water, noticing just how anxious you were. You’d never been to a beach before, and this was an entirely new experience for you.

“It’s cold at first, but just give it a tic and it’ll feel great. I promise.” The Brit assured and you hesitantly dipped a toe into the waves. They beckoned you closer and step after step, the beautiful ocean waters swallowed you up to your waist.

You let out an excited shriek as a particularly large wave bashed against your body, taking your footing. Lena had her arms raised and she sighed, closing her eyes. “I love the beach.”

Nodding in response, the two of you ventured out further into the water until it was at shoulder-depth. You tipped your head up and wet your hair, enjoying the feeling. You felt so light, like you didn’t weigh a thing at all, and that was wonderful.

“I could almost take a nap.” You mused, and from behind you came a low-pitched laugh. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Y/N. At least let me get you some floaties.” Lúcio’s head bobbed closer to the two of you, Hana no where to be seen. “Do you have any?”

Your spirits lifted with Lúcio there but you suddenly realized just how intimate this was, the four of you were closely-knit but there was always something that held you back from truly connecting with Lúcio on a level of your own like you had with Lena and Hana.

Whenever he flashed that gorgeous smile at you, whenever his dark brown eyes found yours or whenever he called your name with a friendly wave, your heart fluttered uncontrollably. No one else had such an intense emotional effect on you, not like Lúcio.

“Let’s go out further, guys.” Lena suggested and you frowned, toes curling into the sand below, “I don’t know, it’s getting pretty deep. I can’t swim.”

Lúcio flashed that toothy smile at you and you melted, “Get on my back, Y/N.”

Eyes wide and face burning red, you shook your head furiously, “I’m too heavy!” The two gave you a half-lidded stare as if to say really. Without another word, the DJ wrapped your legs around his torso and cupped your upper thighs, oblivious to your embarrassment.

Turning your head to Lena you mouthed a ‘help me’ but the Brit smirked, swimming carelessly by your side as you wrapped your arms around Lúcio’s neck hesitantly. “I’m glad you guys could make it, tonight’s gonna be great.”

Lena nodded enthusiastically, “I’m excited, I haven’t seen you live in ages. How many people do you think will turn up?” The dreaded man grinned as the three of you deepened the waters, “A lot. A lot will turn up.”

“Someone sounds sure of himself.” You teased, relaxing against his smooth back. “People from all around are coming to celebrate this year’s festival, it’s gonna be awesome.”

Nodding, your gaze turned from ahead to all around, watching the shapes and shadows of the tiny ocean creatures pass. It was soothing until you saw something dark with long, sharp fins swimming towards you at an uncomfortably fast pace.

Lúcio must have felt your legs tense around him because his head fell back, eyes finding yours. “Hangin’ in there, Y/N?” You pointed a finger at the mysterious creature, eye unblinking in fear if they did, you’d lose sight of it. “What kind of fish is that?”

“What fi - ” hands squeezed against your flesh in fright as Lúcio’s gaze followed yours, turning to face it. “Oh, that fish.” Turning to warn your oblivious British pal of the possible dangers, you panicked to find her missing. “Lena, where’s Lena?”

The two of you scanned the ocean beyond and turned back to see the speedster who was playing volley ball at shore. Neither you nor Lucio had even noticed she’d been replaced by a vague, scaly third party. “Lucio, let’s go, let’s go back.” You pleaded and Lúcio nodded, “You don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Holding you tightly, he backed up slowly. Every step he took, the fish inched closer and the faster the DJ moved, the faster it reacted.

“I’m scared. What is it?” Lúcio rubbed your thigh comfortingly and the sensation made you shiver. Somehow the feeling was intensified underwater. “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”

You felt relaxed by his assurance before a huge, grey fin emerged from the surface and you screamed. You screamed so loud Lucio thought he’d go deaf, he tossed you as closely as he could to the shore, “Run, Y/N! Shark!”

The declaration had everyone scrambling in a panic out of the water and onto the shore and you felt yourself getting pushed and shoved between waves.

“Lúcio? Lúcio!” You cried, pressing past people and deeper into the water, searching for your friend. When you couldn’t see him, your heart sank and tears began forming in your eyes. Cries turned into screams as you searched the waters with your eyes, praying you wouldn’t find him in a dark pool of crimson.

The thought had you frenzied and as you opened your mouth to scream again, you felt arms wrap around you, pulling you in. “I’ve got you,” his soothing voice said, “I’ve got you, Y/N.” You turned and threw your arms around him, crying profusely. “I thought you got hurt. I was so worried!”

Lúcio held you in his arms for a while, whispering soothing words to you to calm you down. “It’s okay.” He promised, “Hey, look at me.” Tilting your head to look at him, Lúcio’s soft eyes were enough to calm the intense anxiety welling inside. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

You watched his face. His skin was dark and warm looking, his eyes were inviting - a window to his soul and his lips were always alluring, especially when he spoke your name. Without another word, you closed the gap between the two of you, heart hammering in your ears.

The only thing you could hear was the uneven rhythm of your heart and the only thing you could feel was Lúcio’s lips firm against yours. You didn’t know this, but his hands were hovering over your back in shock, fearful that if he touched you he’d scare you off. The last thing he wanted was for this kiss to end.

Finally pulling away, you were scared to open your eyes expecting to find Lúcio’s disgusted scowl. That isn’t what you found - a dark blush blanketed his entire face, extending to the shell of his ears and neck. Lúcio was about to open his mouth to speak, arms still trapping you, when the most obnoxious laugh cut into the moment. There, in her little blue bikini and snorkel mask was Hana, flailing in the shores as she howled violently. “You should’ve seen your faces!”

Your eyes narrowed as you spotted the dark, grey fin strapped to her back.

  • Friend: aw i'm sorry I can't hang out today 😰 i have a bunch of errands to run 🙄
  • Me, who loves to be included and doing domestic things like grocery shopping: *banging pots and pans* Take!!! Me!!! With!! You!!!!
Date night with Sam would include:

- Holding hands while walking everywhere

- Sam cuddling you from behind while you wait in lines

- “I’m cold, gimme your jacket”

- Going to bookstores for hours

- Getting kicked out of the cinema for laughing at the bad horror movies

- “I’m all for the whole healthy eating thing, but can we order dessert?”

- Trying on clothes, and trying to convince Sam that there are other items of clothing other than jeans and plaid

- “We should do normal couple stuff like this more often”

- Going on hikes and nature walks


“Okay, ready? Blonde guy on your left.” You whispered across the table to Sam.

“Er, artist. 22 years old. Has issues with commitment. Moved here from Australia. Living in his mom’s basement.” Sam remarked, smiling goofily at you trying to hide your giggles.

You and Sam tend to enjoy play a sort of game when waiting for your food to arrive. Basically, it was invented as an excuse to use your imagination, but also judge strangers while they are completely oblivious.

“Good one.” You grinned at Sam.

He nodded in response and scanned the café. “Ooh okay, I have one for you.” He said, eyes back to you. “Old lady in the corner” He murmured and waited for your cheeky response. “Um, her name’s Matilda, believes in witchcraft, grandchildren are scared of her, owns two cats with rabies.” You decided. Sam chuckled and took a sip of his water. “Okay, last one” He smiled, crossing his arms on the table. “The beautiful Y/H/C woman sitting opposite me right now. She’s smart, funny, kind hearted, understanding, brave, and loyal. She lives with her loving boyfriend and his obnoxious brother. Right now she’s blushing very hard and I’m getting the idea she wants me to shut up.” Sam broke off his sentence with a booming laugh and reached across the table for your hands.


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klaine advent drabble challenge day 16: passion

word count: 1550

shamelessly inspired by chris’ new photoshoot. thank u to klaineaus on twitter for inspiring the end of the fic, you’re ace and i fuckin love you.

“Hey,” Kurt pushes into the girls bathroom in the science block, kicking the wet floor sign into place behind him so no one walks in on them, “I got your text. Everything okay?”

Blaine is hunched over the sink, scrubbing furiously at his letterman’s jacket. “Santana spilled her entire slushie down my front when I walked out of Biology. She says she didn’t mean to but it’s obvious she’s pissed that I got head cheerleader and she didn’t.”

Kurt steps closer, he can almost see the fury rolling off Blaine. “I’m sorry.”

Blaine huffs and Kurt sees his angry façade crack, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t get why she hates me so much,” he says weakly, “It’s not like I asked to be head Cheerio. Sue just gave it to me.”

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#100- Bad Boy

(Happy 100th pref! This probably needs some explanation- this is set in the early sixties. If that isn’t your jive, I’m sorry. This is just something I’ve always wanted to do. I’m not sure how super proud of this I am, but please be nice. Also please don’t judge me for just doing Dan; I still love Phil very very much. I just can see Dan more in this setting than I can see Phil. Without further ado, here’s my 100th. Hope you enjoy!)

The loud ring of my alarm clock buzzed thought my dark bedroom. Opening my eyes slowly, I reached out to my bedside table and fumbled with the lamp until it’s yellow glow lit up the room.

I slugged down to the bathroom and stretched. After doing my usual morning routine of splashing my face with cold water and brushing my teeth, I made my way back down to my room.

I picked up the outfit I’d laid out the night before off of my chair. Nothing too neat- just a simple yellow skirt, a white blouse, and a tucked in navy blue cardigan. I sat down at my vanity and began taking out the painful-to-sleep-on rollers.

Forty-five minutes later, my hair was brushed out, sprayed, and pushed back with a white headband. I put on some powder and rouge, along with some mascara. My stomach growled loudly, announcing that I was done.

I headed downstairs to find my Pop reading Sunday’s paper, since he didn’t get to during the week. “Morning sunshine. Happy friday!” He chirped, crossing his legs to reveal his loafers.

“Pop, those shoes are so forties.” I laughed a little and grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls mom had whipped up earlier.

“Oh, hush!” He waved his hands at me.

After quickly scarfing my roll, I kissed pop on the cheek, grabbed my pack, and headed out the door.

The early morning bus ride was not something I particularly enjoyed. None of my friends rode my route- it was mostly just freshman pests.

After enduring the ride, I stepped off the bus and walked down the main walkway to the front part of my school. As I walked past the group of greasers, a.k.a lip-flappin’ nobodies, I heard one of them call my name.

“Aye, chick, you goin’ steady with anyone?” Dan Howell, the leader, tossed at me, earning an obnoxious laugh and some back pats from his followers.

I kept walking forward, rolling my eyes. But he didn’t back off. “Aw, honey, come back here! We can go all the way!” He sang, high fiving fellow greaser, Phil.

“In your dreams, Howell.” I kept on my path. Eventually, I met up with Louise.

*****

Probably because it was a Friday, the day had gone incredibly slowly. I had to refrain from knocking out in all my classes.

When I heard the school bell chime, it was like the angel’s singing. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, trying to once again find Louise.

When I finally found her, she immediately gabbed on and on about how she had some date tonight down at A’s. I was excited for her, but boy could she talk. Her older sister was taking her home today, so she left me to ride home by myself.

That was, until a certain tough guy pulled me around to the back of the school. Making sure no one could see us, he blocked me from escaping by putting his arms on either side of my head.

“What do you say I take you down to Tom’s on the corner and buy you a nice shake?”

Not quite what I was expecting him to say. “Is that a euphemism?” I raised my eyebrow.

He looked down at the ground. I could’ve sworn his cheeks turned pink. “No, it’s not. I think a fox like you deserved a cat like me.” He smirked.

Well, that was almost an endearing moment. I slipped under his arm. (It’s very convenient being shorter sometimes.)

“Hey, where you going? I wanna take you on a date.” He turned with you, adjusting his leather jacket.

“Gimme one good reason.” I put my hands on my hips, trying my best to look serious. It wasn’t the easier thing to do since Dan was so much bigger.

He looked down at the ground again. “I don’t know.. I just dig you.” He said quietly.

I stood there for a second, considering the offer. One the one hand.. Dan was a bit of a pig. Always hooting at girls who he probably had no chance with. But, I’d never actually heard of him doing anything bad. He always hides his grades in class, he never stays too late after school.. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

“Fine. But you have to follow some rules, bucko.” I raised my eyebrows.

His eyes lit up, but he immediately downplayed it like he knew you were going to say yes the whole time.

“First, I ain’t a toy. Respect me. Second, your hands don’t touch be anywhere except my arms. You try to cop a feel, I get to bug out. Got it?”

“Yes ma'am. Saucer and milk for table two, this kitty has claws.” He winked, making me roll my eyes once more and question what i’d gotten myself into.

*****

I’d gone home and changed clothes. I now bore a pale pink dress with a yellow cardigan. I’d also added the pearls grandmother had given me for my birthday. Just because I was going with a greaser didn’t mean I couldn’t look neat.

The time had come. I told Mom and Pop that I had a date (which I swear they called the whole neighborhood to tell), and then I stepped outside.

After waiting a few minutes, I saw a black VW slick around the corner. Surprisingly, Dan got up and opened the door for me to get in.

“Wow, pretty slick for a chump like you.” I commented as I put the seatbelt on. “This your daddy’s ride?”

“Actually, it’s Phil’s. My ‘daddy’ don’t have a car.” He said that last bit quietly. “You like Elvis?” He changed the subject.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” I shook my head.

“Good, cause that’s all Phil’s got. He’s a total dude for Elvis,” Dan laughed in a way I’d never heard before. It was genuine, unlike his cocky laugh that he used during school.

*****
We finally got to Tom’s after chatting in the car for a while. Turns out, Dan wasn’t what he made himself seem. He was actually a pretty groovy guy. He seemed pretty genuine, unlike his pig demeanor from school. I made a mental note to ask about that.

Once we were inside and seated, Dan decided to order for me. “Yeah, we’s gonna have two burgers and one large shake. Two straws. Please.” He said, almost polite to the waitress. He still couldn’t get over his tough-guy act in front of other people, I guess.
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While we were waiting for the food to come, we chatted about the different people in the small restaurant. There was a jukebox in the corner, wailing out some new tune called “The Twist” or something. Down on the cleared spot of the floor, a few different people who really just looked like squares were doing some weird dance move where they shook their hips.

“This tune is strange,” I crossed my legs. “Those people down there look wacky.”

“You’re right. But it’ll probably never catch on.” He shrugged.

Before we could continue, our food arrived. I started on my burger- I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.

“Hungry?” He chuckled.

“Starved.” I wiped my mouth. “So, I have to ask you something kinda weird,” He looked up from his burger. “Okay, so what’s your game? You know, with the whole cool cat act. You don’t seem to be doin’ that tonight.”

He didn’t answer me for a while. “I dunno. It’s just how I am, I guess.”

I was disappointed in him. That was the best he could do? I thought we had a connection.

“Seriously?” I said.

“What? Did you want me to tell you my life story?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’d help me to make sense of you. Because I sure can’t right now,” I pulled off a bit of my burger.

“Doll face, that is a long, long story.”

imagine that youre cold in the middle of class and youre arguing with your best friend saying stuff like “dude im cold gimme your jacket” and she would refuse but luke, the shy, quiet, attractive kid who sits behind you would tap you on the shoulder with his warm, big jacket already in his hands and mumble “uh you can use mine im not cold” and youd take it skeptically because hes cute and he never talks but he offers you his jacket but then you put it on and it engulfs your whole torso and a little bit of your thighs and he says with a small smile “you look cute babe”

Okay but one of my favorite part of Mad Max was when Nux was like ‘DUDE WE JUST GOT THE WIVES WE CAN ASK FOR ANYTHING WE CAN HAVE ANYTHING WHAT ARE YOU GONNA ASK FOR??’ and Max is like ‘GIMME MY JACKET’ and Nux is like ‘uh bruh you can ask for more than a jacket =\’