i had just told myself to stop watching supernatural for a bit

Bruised (Nolan Holloway)

Sequel to Broken

Broken: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/165244775102/broken-nolan-Holloway 

Originally posted by theoraekendeserveslove

Inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liuDx0z20YQ I highly recommend listening while reading

recap:

 I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.

“Nolan.” I gasped.

It wasn’t the sight of Nolan that made me gasp. It was what he was holding in his hand. A gun.

“Nolan what are you doing?” I questioned looking at him and then back at the gun in his hand.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rise.

“she wants me to kill you, they tell me you’re the most dangerous next to Scott.” Nolan said pacing in the doorway.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the gun in his hand.

“Nolan please put the gun down.” I said raising my hands in surrender.

Nolan wouldn’t actually hurt me would he?

“why should I? You lied to me! You’ve been lying to me all along! You had me so fooled for the longest time, but not anymore. I trusted you, I told you everything and you were just faking it all along.” Nolan said raising the gun a little.

He had tears falling down his cheeks now too. I hurt him badly, and I couldn’t take it back.

“Nolan please don’t do this, I’m sorry I hurt you I never meant too. Nolan I lied about what I am but I didn’t fake anything. All of our late night talks, the nights we drove to the cliff and just lay there stargazing, all the times we talked about  our future, that was all real.” I said slowly lowering my hands and taking a step towards him.

He raised the gun fully now aimed at my face. He moved his finger to the trigger. I stopped dead in my tracks. 

“Nolan.” I said my voice cracking.  

“they told me you’d try to plead your case to me.” He spat.

I realized Nolan wasn’t going to put the gun down. I slowly reached my hands down to my belt which again was really my katana. Nolan saw what I was doing and roughly grabbed my arm.

“they told me you’d try that too.” He said glaring at me.

He ripped the belt out of my hands tossing it to the floor. 

“Nolan you really want to kill me?” I asked my voice shaking as sobs racked my small frame. 

He stared at me for a long couple of seconds.

“they want me too.” He repeated again even more tears falling down his cheeks.

“well what do you want? If you want to kill me go ahead and do it. I’m not going to stop you.” I told him.

Nolan looked at the floor slowly lowering the gun. He dropped it on the floor looking defeated.

“you couldn’t do it Nolan because this isn’t who you are." I said looking at him  but he wasn’t paying attention.

His eyes were focused on something on the floor. I looked down to see the note I had dropped when he grabbed my arm. It had his name on the front.

“you can read that if you want.” I said still not moving.

Nolan ran a hand over his face before bending down and picking up the letter. Nolan looked at the letter and then up at me. He took the paper ripping it up. In that moment he ripped up my heart too. I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my face as he ripped up the paper. He didn’t even bother to open it.

“It doesn’t matter what it says, everything has changed.” He said looking at me.

I dropped down trying to collect all the pieces of the note and my heart.  

“It said I love you.” I whispered before looking up at Nolan’s shocked expression.

I never admitted it out loud until now. He took a few steps back stumbling to my door way.

“You don’t mean that you’re just trying to trick me again.” He said tears falling freely.

I got off the floor walking to stand in front of him.

"Nolan I’m so in love with you it hurts.” I said tears still in my eyes.  

Nolan looked at my eyes and then down to my lips. The next thing I knew Nolan’s lips were on mine. He backed me up so he was pressing me to the wall with his body. He had his hands cupping my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck pushing myself closer to him. This was everything I had ever wanted. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine. I could feel the rhythmic beats of my heart speed up from what just occurred. I was even more in love with him now.

 "show me.“ He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please don’t do this.” I said still out of breathe.

“show me please, I want to see the real you.” He repeated.

I thought about it not knowing If I should. I finally agreed too nodding my head.

“stand back.” I said pushing him back a little bit.

I took a deep breath letting the fox inside of me come out.

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

Nolan took a couple more steps backwards, looking at me with wide eyes. I took a step towards him but he quickly stepped back. He was afraid of me. I willed the fox to disappear so now I was back to me.

“Nolan.” I said taking another step forward but he stepped back again.

“I knew it.” He breathed before running out the door.

I should’ve called or ran after him but what was the point. Maybe I was the monster that everyone thinks I am. Nolan certainly thought so. I sat on the floor allowing myself to be consumed in my thoughts. I knew that loving Nolan was suicide but I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know how long I’d sat there until I heard a knocking at my door. I quickly got up thinking it could Nolan that maybe he changed his mind. I opened the door but it wasn’t Nolan standing on the other side, it was Liam.

“Liam.” I said stepping aside so he could come in.

His eyes darted to the ground where Nolan left the gun lay.

“y/n what happened?” He asked looking at me. 

I didn’t answer right away.

“y/n answer me. Did they hurt you?” He asked rubbing my back.

"No I’m fine.” I said finally looking at Liam.

“Well Scott needs us at the police station. We met a new werewolf who said she was shot by a deputy and they just picked up two other werewolves, we have to get them out before the deputy kills them.” Liam explained.

I looked back down to the note on the floor. I couldn’t leave everything behind now. I didn’t realize until now how incredibly selfish that was. The pack needed me. Innocent supernatural creatures needed me. If loving Nolan was suicide I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I picked up my belt clicking it back in place before nodding at Liam. He gave me a smile before we ran to Mason’s car. We drove to the police station in silence, until Liam spoke up.

“I probably should mention Theo’s back too.” Liam said shyly looking over at me.

I didn’t have a problem with Theo, he however really didn’t like me. I did send him to hell after all.

“It’s a good thing I have this then.” I said gesturing to my belt.

“we’re here.” Mason said parking the car.

 I went to get out but Liam stopped me.

“I uh never got to say thank you for today at school.” Liam said giving me a smile.

“we have to watch each others backs remember.” I said referring to what Scott told us to do.

“yeah you’re right.” He said walking with me in to the police station.

We met Scott, Lydia, and the new werewolf Quinn. I gave her a small smile showing her I was on her side.

“please Sheriff.” Scott says pleading for Stilinski to let the two wolves go.

“Scott they’re being charged with murder, they aren’t going anywhere. There are still laws and they broke the law .” Stilinski said looking at all of us.

“but it isn’t safe.” I said looking at him.

“right now, I think this may be the only safe spot left in town.” Stilinski said.

“what would Stiles say if he were here? You know he wouldn’t agree to this.” Lydia said.

“yeah plus it was a deputy that shot Quinn anyways.” Malia added.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at us in disbelief.

“A deputy? You sure? I know all these deputies and trust them , I’m pretty sure if one of them was a werewolf hunter, I’d know.” He said.

“this supernatural thing that causes fear, it’s changing people, you’d be surprised what people do when their afraid.” I said.

It was true, just an hour ago the boy I loved was pointing a gun at my face. I don’t think Nolan would ever want to hurt anyone I think he’s just afraid.

“you can’t protect them from the hunters if they’re already inside.” Scott says trying one last time to plead with Noah to let them go.

Quinn told him what happened with the deputy but he still didn’t believe us. Lydia snapped at him and Malia laughed at something that was definitely not supposed to be joke.

“look guys I..” Noah started but suddenly we were blinded by a lot of bright lights.

I brought my arm up to shield my eyes. The deputies raise their guns as Stilinski looks outside.

“what is it?” Scott asks walking over to the window.

We all walk over seeing Monroe standing outside with about a dozen well armed hunters. I looked at each of the hunters. My eyes instantly connected with Gabe’s. I was looking for Nolan and was relieved when I didn’t see him.

“deputies put your guns down and get away from the windows.” Noah says disarming himself.

“Sheriff.” Scott said putting an arm out to stop him but he walked outside anyways. 

“Scott what are we going to do?” Liam asked looking at Scott.

I could tell this was going to end one of two ways and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the peaceful option. Someone was dying here tonight it was just a matter of them or us. Suddenly Malia started to panic.

“we have to get out of here.” She said pacing the room.

“we have to give Stilinski a chance to negotiate.” Scott said trying to stop her pacing.

“how are we going to get Jiang and Tierney out?” Liam asked.

“Screw them.” Malia snapped making Liam stumble backwards.

“Mal, calm down.” I said putting my hand on my belt just in case.

Everyone’s heads snapped up when we heard the familiar voice of Theo Raeken as he entered the room.

“should I kill him?” Liam growled taking a step towards Theo.

“leave him, we have to get the hell out of here!” Malia pleaded with Scott.

Something was wrong. This wasn’t her, it was the fear.

“Don’t you get it we’re trapped! They have all the doors and windows covered, we’re going to die in here!” Quinn says shedding a few tears.

“way to be positive Quinn.” I mumbled.

“can I kill her?” Theo asked looking over to Quinn.

“SHUT UP!” Malia growled approaching Theo.

I quickly un-did my belt snapping my sword in place. Theo looked at me confused to which I just shrugged in response. Scott grabs Malia before she does something stupid. He knows she wouldn’t stand a chance against me. I put my sword away not looking for a fight either.

“there’s only about a dozen of them out there, we could take them, especially with y/n blocking their bullets.” Lydia pointed out still gazing out the window.

“but what about Jiang and Tierney you know the whole point of us being here!” Liam said to Scott.

“we’re getting out of here, all of us.” Scott said nodding at all of us.

Liam goes to get Jiang and Tierney as we prepare to go outside. I snap my katana in to place preparing for a fight. We were just about to bust through the door when Stilinski comes back in.

“what are you guys doing?” He asked looking at us.

“we can take them.” Lydia snapped.

“we’re not fighting. Get back from the windows and Parrish put them back in their cells.” He said pushing us away from the door.

Parrish took Jiang and Tierney back to their cells.

“She’s giving us until midnight to hand them over dead or alive.” Noah said looking at us.

“So let’s prepare for an invasion then.” I said jamming my sword in the door so it would be almost impossible to open.

The others took my advice and started moving desks and filing cabinets to block the windows and doors. I removed my sword and replaced it with the leg of a chair in case I needed it. As Liam and I are moving a desk the power goes out. There was only a dim light coming from the cars outside.

“what the hell?” I questioned looking at the others.

Suddenly a deputy comes in dragging a struggling Nolan. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes but I fought them.

“I found who cut our power.” She said holding up a pair of bolt cutters.

“Nolan.” I said glaring at him.

He couldn’t look at me though. Liam let out a growl, taking a step towards Nolan. I quickly put my arm out to stop him.

“please don’t make me go back out there y/n, she’ll know I screwed up and she’ll kill me.” He pleaded finally looking at me.

“why should we! You’re a liar Nolan and you’re sick in the head, I say we throw him out.” Liam growls.

I felt the tears I was holding back fall from my eyes. Scott must have saw.

“No, we aren’t throwing him back outside.” Scott said to Liam.

“Parrish lock him up.” Stilinski said looking at Parrish.

Parrish walked over grabbing Nolan. I couldn’t look. I loved him and it was going to get me killed. As soon as Nolan was out of sight I ran to the bathroom breaking down. The reality was now it was him against me. There was no friendship. No love. It was war. Malia walked in wrapping her arms around me. This meant a lot coming from her considering she wasn’t an affectionate person.

“Forget him, if he can’t see who you really are, then he doesn’t deserve you anyways.” Malia said shocking me.

It wasn’t that I thought she was not genuine…. okay maybe I did think that.

“what sometimes I say meaningful things.” She said giving me a smile.

I returned her smile before we walked out of the bathroom. We didn’t get very far when we heard Parrish tell everyone to get down. A smoke grenade went off making it hard to see. I quickly realized the smoke grenade was a distraction. I ran to the holding cells seeing Nolan holding a blue vial of wolfsbane. I quickly tackled Nolan to the ground grabbing his hand that held the wolfsbane. I finally flipped him over so I was straddling his waist and pinning his arms above his head.

“I have to do this!” He said struggling against me.

“Nolan don’t make me have to hurt you!” I said holding him back down.

He stopped struggling and looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“you’d do that.” He said his voice cracking now.

I looked at his face feeling myself fall back in his trap but I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

“you’re the one that said everything has changed so yeah I would, then maybe you would know how I feel. Nolan you held a gun in my face, you’re trying to kill two innocent teenagers. I’m not the monster Nolan you are. You don’t care about me, the only one faking anything between us was you!  and when I die by the hands of your so called "friends” I just want you to remember that I was the one who truly loved you. " I said finally letting out all the emotions I had been keeping locked inside.

Nolan looked heartbroken.

“you really think that I don’t care about you?” He said trying to get one of his hands free.

He finally got one of his hands free and used it to cup my cheek. I completely forgot about Jiang and Tierney who were right there.

“ask me why I didn’t kill you earlier today.” He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please stop.” I said not wanting to hear the lie he was about to tell me.

“ask me.” He repeated.

“Nolan why didn’t you kill me?” I asked.

“Because I love you too.” He said leaning up on one elbow.

I didn’t know if he actually meant it but I guess I didn’t care. I leaned down placing my lips on his in a hungry kiss. I knew this was wrong but it felt so right. I let go of his other arm putting my hands on either side of his face. He wrapped his arms around me kissing me deeply. I was suddenly ripped off of him and thrown in to the wall.

“what the hell?” I said struggling to get up.

I looked up to see Liam growling at Nolan. This was all my fault.

So I decided that I wanted to make this in to a series if you guys want me too? Broken got so much feedback in such a short amount of time so that’s pretty rad! I hope this lives up to that!

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Never have I ever - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Never have I ever

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: It’s a dirty version so I guess you can imagine, but also lots of fluff

Imagine: Imagine playing a game of ‘Never have I ever’ with Team Free Will which leads to things being revealed from a certain hunter you’ve had feelings for very long.

A/N: Yall I wrote this so long ago that I can’t even remember. Now I am seriously in need of some Sam and Cas lovin’ but all that once requests open!

“Alright, alright I think I might have a good one. Never have I ever-” you smirked as you looked around you from Sam, to Cas and then your green-eyed crush Dean “-called someone the wrong name during sex.” you smiled as Sam chuckled.

“I have never.” Cas said simply “And I still don’t understand what is the purpose in talking during-”

“Cas!” you cut him off sharply with a chuckle following “It’s just- just answer the question. I’ll explain it all to you later when we’re alone.”

“You’ll what?” Dean exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up as you smiled softly to yourself at how it always got to him like this. Maybe you weren’t a thing and maybe you had no idea about his feelings for you yet but seeing him have small bursts of jealousy like this made your heart flutter.

“Relax, Winchester. I’m not gonna corrupt him.” you shook your head.

“Anyway-” Sam cleared his throat, giving his brother a look as Dean relaxed visibly relax but still give a warning look to the blue-eyed angel “I have never, either. You?”

“I have never.” you said, shaking your head “Dean-o?”

“I-” he started, shifting uncomfortably in his place and giving his brother a hard glare when he saw the smirk on his face. Was it a knowing smirk?

“I have.” he sighed, shrugging and your eyebrows shot up as you smirked interested.

“Oh do tell? Which girl and what name?”

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Imagine...Dean Using Bad Pick Up Lines

Originally posted by deanandcasstuff

Request: Congrats about your anniversary! Can I request a really fluffy dean x reader where they’ve been dating for awhile. Like maybe one night they go to a bar with Sam and dean uses all his bad pickup lines on his girlfriend.

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: I’m simultaneously proud and mortified at myself for this…


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Just Pretend    *NSFW*

Summary: Reader wakes up from a dream about her ex; all hot and bothered.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: NSFW; Smut; Masturbation (male and female); Unprotected sex (just use a condom); some angst.

A/N: Okay, so I originally posted this on a side blog that I created (@bbuckmebarnes) but I decided that I will not be running it anymore as I don’t want to end up neglecting one and I focus more on this one anyways. SO. I’m moving the one piece that wasn’t so terrible here! Again, feedback would be great!

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Angry

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: Castiel is very angry with Dean.

This fulfills #45 from my Kink List, requested by anon.

warnings: Destiel, anal sex, angry sex, rough sex, somewhat Dom!Cas and Sub!Dean, punishment, spanking, slightly forced sex

word count: ~2100


Castiel slammed the bunker door, already down the stairs by the time Dean had re-opened it to follow. “Cas, wait!” he yelled, eyes glimpsing the back of the angel’s trenchcoat disappearing through the doorway of the hall.

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Big Win [Stiles Lacrosse Week Smut]

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 3,285
Warnings: Smut (Oral male & female receiving), language that’s about it ;)
A/N: So this is my first time writing a Stiles fic and I thought what better first than one for lacrosse week? I wrote this in a few hours and I haven’t done that in forever so I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol, that being said, I’m sure there are errors that I missed. It’s just kinda cute and smutty so I hope you guys like it! :)

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

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Unscripted

SPN FanFic

~Things are so much easier in the movies.~

Jensen x Reader, Jared

2,406 Words

Warnings: Excessive misuse of classic movie quotes

A/N: This is for Arie, @bringmesomepie56​. I have no idea what the hell this is, but I think it’s adorable. Hope you like it. 



“Tonight is the night,” you told yourself as you took a deep breath and followed Jared into the pub. “I’m gonna tell him how I feel.”

“What’s that, Y/N/N?” Jared asked over his shoulder. He could hear your voice over the symphony of noises that engulfed you as you moved towards the bar, but he couldn’t make out your words.

“Nothing,” you hollered back, lifting your chin to push your words up towards his ears. Too damn tall.

Jared gave you a quick once over with narrowed eyes and a playful smirk. “You’re up to something.”

“Am not!”

“Y/N,” he said, pulling you with him as he sank onto a barstool. “You didn’t take your makeup off, your hair is down and… quite nice actually, and that tank top…” Jared shook his head and bit his lip, trying to avert his eyes from your ample cleavage like the good friend he was.

“What about my tank top?” you defended, pulling your shoulders back and pushing your breasts almost into his face.

Jared laughed, “You look amazing, is all I’m saying. But I know what you’re up to. Just fuckin’ tell Jensen how you feel and be done with it.”

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I’ve Got You.

request- hey, I really loved your fic Family! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a member of the spn cast and she is around 16 and emancipated from her family, but the rest of the cast doesn’t know for the simple fact that it hasn’t ever come up, but they find out after a fan asks about her family and she tells them that she’s emancipated and doesn’t keep in contact with her family. This later leads to a chat with the cast about why she never told them…?

requested by- anon

characters- Jared x Platonic!Reader, Jensen x Platonic!reader.

warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, mentions of abuse, mentions of self doubt.

a/n- I feel like this is kinda a lot like ‘family’??? but regardless, I enjoyed writing it.


Your family was always a sensitive subject for you, growing up was hard enough but when you had parents who took everything out on you and weren’t supportive at all.. lets just say it got tough.

You found out what ‘emancipation’ was when you turned fifteen, it was around the time you had gotten an audition for a roll on Supernatural as Sam’s daughter. 

Booking the roll meant you had to leave your small town in Denver to move up North to Vancouver, Canada. It was then you decided to go to the local council so they could help with being emancipated, you had proven you were over fourteen and that you would have a legal way to make money, you had also told them why you wanted to be emancipated, they understood.

Within four weeks your court date was delivered, you arrived, finished the hearing and then, a few months later when you were about to leave for Canada, you got the news that it was all finalised. You could finally live a life without your parents.

Of course the producers of the show and network knew, they had to know, the cast however didn’t know.


You were at another convention doing a panel with Jared, the questions were lighthearted and funny but you knew the deeper, more personal ones were approaching.

A young girl stepped towards the mic and spoke, “hi! My name’s Belle” you gasped which made Jared laugh, “Belle’s my favourite Disney princess oh my gosh! That’s so cool” you chirped into the mic, the girl laughed a bit and thanked  you, “this question is for Y/N, if that’s okay” she laughed when Jared stood up and kicked the stool playfully, you shook your head “ignore him, what’s your question?” You asked her trying not to laugh when you saw Jared pout as he sat back down, “okay, so you’re from Denver, which is quite far away from where you film, I was wondering if that effected how close you are to your parents?” She asked, you let out a nervous laugh, “uh, aha, I actually don’t talk to my parents anyways? Around this time last year when I found out I had the roll I went through the whole emancipating process? So I don’t live with them or I don’t have to talk to them… Yeah” you concluded before letting out another nervous laugh, Jared quickly thanked the girl for her question as they moved on to another.


You were sat in your hotel room when there was a knock at the door, after the panel you said you felt sick and went straight to your room, luckily all your photo-ops were the next day.

With a sigh, you stood up and walked over to the door, slowly you opened it and smiled a small smile when you saw Jared stood on the other side, “can I come in?” Jared asked, you nodded your head and opened the door wider for him to walk in, you quietly closed it and turned around.

He was watching you closely as you picked up a book that was led on the bed, you bookmarked it and placed it on the bedside table, “you okay?” He asked, you let out a sigh, “I honestly don’t know..” you quietly answered.

He walked over and sat on the bed, he patted the spot next to him, “come on.. talk to me” you debated in your mind for what felt like an hour before you sat down facing him with your legs crossed.

“How come you didn’t tell anyone?” Jared asked after a few seconds of silence, you shrugged your shoulders, “never came up in conversation” you answered quietly, “I don’t know… I just didn’t know how, I guess” you avoided his gaze and looked down at your hands that were absentmindedly playing with your bracelet.

Jared sighed quietly, “do you mind me asking why?” He asked again, you were silent for a while, “okay, that’s fine, when you want to talk I’ll be here to listen” he placed a kiss on your forehead and started walking towards the door when a small voice made him stop, “they were never there…” he turned around, “not once, they always found a new way to make me feel shitty about myself… so I left…” you quietly trailed off, Jared came back over and sat down, he turned to face you, “have you talked to them since?” He asked, you shook your head and blinked back the tears.

“I’ve debated whether to or not… part of me wants to leave all of that behind, but another part of me wants to know whether they actually miss me” you sighed, “what did they do exactly?” He asked quietly whilst rubbing his thumb over your knee in comfort, “what didn’t they do?” You laughed, “they wanted to shape me into the perfect kid, they thought that the best way to go about it would be to yell at me, to… belittle me and make me feel like crap! They’d padlock the kitchen cabinets so the only time I’d eat would be when they ate, and even then they wouldn’t give me much… If I did something wrong, even just the slightest bit wrong they’d lock me in my room! I couldn’t live like that anymore, it wasn’t fair!” Jared went to speak but you interrupted, “even when I was depressed they didn’t care. They refused to take me to the doctor, said that it was all in my head and that I was looking for attention” Jared had tears in his eyes as he watched you pour your heart out to him, “do you have any idea what it’s like to want help, but to be refused it? To want to get better but your parents said no because it’d ruin their ‘perfect image’, it’s exhausting” you cried, “I was trapped and I couldn’t get out, and I couldn’t do it” that was when you broke, sobs racketed through your body as Jared quickly scooped you into his arms.

He held you tight, one arm wrapped securely around your body and the other was against the back of your head, pressing it to his chest, “it was too much, and I couldn’t do it” you spoke. Jared shushed your and held you close, rocking slightly, “you’ll be okay, I’ve got you” he muttered softly, you clung onto him and cried until there was no tears left.

After a while of just sitting there, Jared felt two arms wrap around him, “thank you” you whispered, he smiled and placed another kiss on top of your head before squeezing you tightly, “don’t mention it. Don’t be afraid to open up once in a while, okay?” He said, you nodded your head and yawned a little, Jared loosened his grip and went to unwrap your arms from him when your grip tightened, “please don’t go” you whispered, he shuffled up the bed whilst holding onto you and led down, your head was resting on his chest, his arms were protectively holding you as darkness overcame both of them.


It was around an hour later when Jensen strolled up to your hotel room with your spare key-card dangling from his fingers.

He’d knocked on the door for ten minutes beforehand but got no answer.

He quietly opened the door and froze at the sight in front of him, a small smile graced his lips as he grabbed a throw from one of the chairs and covered both Jared and yourself.

He quickly fished his phone from out of his pocket before snapping a photo, he chuckled softly to himself and walked out of the room quietly closing the door behind him.


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Not What He Expected-Part 2

This is an A/B/O AU

So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel).  I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.

This series starts off after the events of this one-shot I wrote for A/B/O Appreciation Day (July 31st, 2017). 

You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you.  He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected.  You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind.  He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….

Master List

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Beta Benny Lafitte, Omega! Reader, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Alpha! Jimmy Novak, Beta! Ada Novak (OC) Omega! Darcy


The drunk asshole was still on the ground where he had fallen after I had kicked him in the jewels.  Dean had managed to get his address out of him for the Uber in between moans of pain but that was about it.  He walked over to where I was waiting.

  “Remind me never to get on your bad side, Sweetheart.” He commented.

I shrugged, not feeling the least bit guilty.  “I have two older brothers that are Alphas.  They taught me how to defend myself.  I may be an Omega, that doesn’t mean I have to be helpless.”

A few minutes later the Uber arrived, and Dean and the driver managed to get Drunk Asshat off the ground and into the back of the car.  “You fucking bitch!” He screamed at me as they shoved him into the seat.

“You deserved it, you prick!” I yelled at him as I gave him the finger.  Dean and I watched the car leave in silence.  “Talk about ungrateful….” I finally muttered.  “We saved him from a DUI at the very least.”

He rolled his eyes at me.  “Yeah, but after that kick in the ‘nads you gave him, he probably won’t be able to have pups, so there is that.”

I nodded solemnly.  “There is that.” I agreed.  We both burst out laughing.  “What?” I said finally, trying unsuccessfully to smother my giggles.

He shook his head.  “This has been a really weird night.”

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Summary:

Misha and Jared mess around during filming so that Y/N and Jensen have to redo their kiss scene several times.

Words: ~1200

A/N: I decided to make this a mine series, so tell me what you think so far. (I don’t mean any harm to Daneel but for the sake of fanfiction Jensen is single in this imagine.)

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I literally had to run to keep up with these guys. Unlike them I was small and had short legs so that one of their steps equaled three of mine.

“Could you guys go any faster?”, I mumbled, being quite annoyed already as I tried to keep up with them. Jensen’s pace instantly decreased and now was right next to me.
“Maybe you should grow a bit more.”, he smirked down at me before giving me a wink.

My heart stopped beating the second he did that to me. And he didn’t even know what he did to me. And it was sure as hell that he would never know.
Being in love with Jensen Ackles was way harder than I had ever expected. It was not only the fact that he was one of my best friends and therefore this whole feelings crap was putting our friendship on paper thin ice. No, it was also because of Misha and Jared constantly sensing my interest in Jensen and them never stopping to tease me about it, which someday, I was pretty sure, would the reason why Jensen wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore.

And in general, Jensen mentally killed me on a daily basis. His eyes, his smile and his fucking flirty comments made my life so much harder.

I shook my head as if I would shake away the thoughts and finally replied, “Ha ha. As if I could just decide to grow more.”

Misha chuckled after he and Jared lowered his speed, as well. “Well, Y/N, I have to say I do love the fact that you’re so small. It makes me look taller.”

“Misha, I’m not small! It’s not my fault that you’re all so freaking tall. Especially you, moose.”, I laughed and padded Jared’s back. Then I felt Jensen placing his arm around my shoulder, putting his weight on me. “I think your height is perfect. It’s really comfy like that.”, he claimed and I hit him playfully before he picked my up and threw me over his shoulder, causing us to laugh uncontrollablaly.

My hands were pressed against his back while I felt all the blood rushing to my face, and not only because I was upside down…

He set me down onto the ground when we reached the set, ready to film some new scenes.

I knew that there wasn’t much time left. There were only a couple of scenes left until our kiss. Jensen’s and my character were going to get together. “Finally” according to Jared and Misha but Jensen and I left this awkwardly uncommented. We both knew that it wouldn’t be easy and I mentally scolded myself for not talking about this scene with Jensen yet.

“Okay, guys, we had to do some changes in the program. We moved a few scenes and today we’re doing the scenes in the church and at the children’s home. Tomorrow we’re going to film the bunker scenes including the fight between Sam and Cas and of course the kiss.”, the director told us before we started working.

There was one half of me that was happy about the kiss scene being moved but on the other hand I just wanted to do it and forget it again and act like it never happened so Jensen didn’t get suspicious.
But maybe I could built up the courage to talk to him about it since it was quite a thing in our relationship, at least it was for me.

In the evening I spend my time in my trailer, thinking about visiting Jensen and… you know. Talk to him about this thing. It somehow didn’t seem like a big deal to him and it made me thinking to much.
Was I overreacting? Was I putting too much thoughts into this kiss?

I had been alone for not even half an hour until Jensen entered my trailer, slowly opening the door and closing it again.
A shy smile formed on his lips as he looked into my eyes briefly.

It wasn’t hard to find out what he wanted.

“So, um, I wanted to… you know, um…”, he began, trying to find the right words, “You wanna talk about it?”
He approached me hesitantly before he sat down next to me, leaving an unusually high amount of space between us. “Yeah, I guess.”, I shrugged, wanting to be casual, which somehow loosened the tension a bit.

“I don’t want it to be awkward.”, he chuckled while he leaned back against the wall of the trailer, the pile of pillows embracing him. “Yeah, me neither.”, I agreed and even though his calmness made my shyness fade away, I was still nervous as fuck.

“You sure you’re fine with it?”, he wanted to know, his hands crossing behind his neck. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I? It’s just a kiss.”, I replied, not really meaning what I was saying. I was fine with it but I was so nervous about it and thought about it all the time. And of course the fact that it could reveal my feelings towards Jensen made it a bit not fine.. “It’s not like we’re going to film a sex scene. That would be awful.”, I continued, laughing at the end of the sentence.

I watched Jensen’s facial expression drop and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What is it?”, I asked when he sat up again.

“You haven’t read the new script yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t.”

“There’s this one scene… but I’ll talk to them. Maybe they can change it or maybe they can imply it or something…”, he mumbled while he shifted uncomfortably.
Somehow I needed a moment to understand what he was talking about and then it hit me. “Oh! No, Jensen, it’s fine. Really….”, I laughed nervously, “It’s just, um, because… I don’t think a lot about being naked on screen. With ‘awful’ I meant that it would be even weirder than the kiss. Between us, I mean…”

“So, you don’t want to have sex with me?”, he asked abruptly, a flirty smirk on his face, making my eyes widened in surprise. I was definitely not prepared with this kind of question.
“What?”
“I was just messing around with you.”, he chuckled and then stood up, strechting his limps. “Anyways, I need to go now. Still got some text to learn…”

I stood up too and followed him to the door where he gave me a tight, breathtaking hug before pressing a kiss on my forehead. A big smile appeared on my lips, unconsciously.

I watched him going away until he stood dead in his tracks, turning around and coming back to me again. “Do you want to have sex with me?”, he questioned with such a serious expression that made me laugh.

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To be continued…

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thief

you’ve been wearing a lot of dean’s clothes lately.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup

warnings: suggestive content. i kept this pretty sfw though.

additional notes: ok i wrote another dean fic cuz i love him so much. female reader in this one, although tbh it’s pretty ambiguous. let me know if you want to read more dean/reader or sam/reader, cuz i would love to hear your guys’ ideas :)

Originally posted by soluscheese

Dean didn’t think much of it at first. In fact, when he woke up Saturday morning and found you cooking breakfast in one of his button-down shirts, he found himself smiling. The day before, he had seen you wearing a pair of his drawstring pants while you researched in the library, and earlier that week he’d seen you napping on the couch in one of Sam’s sweatshirts. He figured you were just a clothing thief, or that his and Sam’s clothes were just particularly comfortable for you.

Then he noticed that it was usually just his clothes you were stealing. You would wear Dean’s T-shirts, Dean’s flannel, Dean’s jacket. One day, when it was your turn to fold laundry, he’d stopped by the laundry room to bring you a sandwich, and he’d caught you holding one of his shirts to your face, sniffing it deeply. You hadn’t even acted flustered about it, just boasted about how the fabric softener you were using was magical.

Even though you were nonchalant, Dean was still suspicious. And a little smug. You’d been living at the bunker for a few years now, had known the Winchesters for even longer and stuck around since teaming up with them to stop the apocalypse seven years prior. Dean had appreciated you from the start; you were feisty, an excellent shot, and fun to be around, always full of snark and well-timed derision. Your sass put Sam’s to shame, and Dean found himself worrying about keeping up with you, rather the other way around. Most of all he liked how you genuinely cared for them both, providing the much-needed companionship and loyalty they’d been deprived of for far too long.

So with your fiery personality and looks to match, it didn’t take long for Dean to fall for you, and he mentally kicked himself in the head every day for it. It didn’t help that, judging by the way you always found a reason to touch or cuddle up close to him, his feelings might be reciprocated. There was no room for relationships in the hunting business—not from what he’d previously seen, anyway—but even Sam saw how much Dean cared for you and you for him. The younger Winchester had taken up the role of love guru and was currently encouraging him to take the next step, make it official. Dean liked the idea of having that with you, but he’d held off, too scared of getting too close and losing you, just like everyone else. Now, he was worried that you might have lost interest over time, or that Sam was going to come to his senses, realize your appeal, and make a move before Dean could. Maybe that was why Dean felt mildly stung whenever it was Sam’s shirt you decided to wear, and why Dean felt a swell of pride whenever you did choose to steal Dean’s clothes instead. It was like each time you wore his clothes on your back, you were unofficially proclaiming that he was yours, and you were his.

So Dean made the decision to ask you about it, to at least figure out why you had started pilfering only his clothes. He went down to the kitchen Monday night and found you crouching on the floor, rummaging through the lower shelves of the fridge. You were wearing his navy Henley over flannel pajama pants, and there was that smug swell of pride again. He grinned, crossing his arms and (selfishly) watching you for a few moments, definitely not checking out the way your ass looked in those pants or the strip of bare skin just above your waistband where his Henley had ridden up.

“Any luck down there?” he asked.

You cast a glance over your shoulder at him and smiled before returning to your task. “Just looking for the peanut butter, s’all. I feel like we should start organizing this better. I keep losing my spreads.”

“Maybe we can get you your own little spread section.” Dean watched you tug the shirt down your back, effectively covering you. Damn.

“Would be nice, but I don’t think I deserve a whole section to myself,” you replied. “A-ha!” you crowed with delight, reaching far into the fridge and procuring the peanut butter jar. “God bless.” You straightened to your full height and shut the door, cradling the jar to your chest. “Want some?” you called over your shoulder, moving to the counter where you had laid out some toasted bread and sliced bananas.

Dean couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose as he stepped over to you and leaned against the fridge to watch you prepare your meal. “When have I ever eaten fruit?” You opened your mouth to protest and he cut you off, “When it’s not filling a warm crust.”

You clamped your mouth shut. “You got me there. I think you’d like this, though.”

“I’ll have a bite of yours, then,” Dean relented. You smiled, and he stood up straight, moving closer to you. “You know, sweetheart, I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit of a thief lately.”

“Oh, yeah? And what have I stolen now?”

Dean was so close his hip was almost brushing yours. He braced one hand on the counter as he watched you. “My clothes. Sam’s, too, but mostly mine. You wanna tell me why that is?” He was playing it cool, but truth be told, when you paused in your meal preparation and turned to face him, he was starting to lose his confidence.

Your smile had vanished. You were worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, and Dean didn’t miss the way your eyes traversed his frame, lingering at his neckline, his jaw, and finally his face. “Does it bother you?” you asked with legitimate concern in your eyes. He watched that concern morph into something warm and oozy, like molten flame. He was starting to burn up just looking at you. “I’ll stop if it does, but your clothes are real comfy, Dean. And they smell good, too.”

Dean swallowed hard. You were challenging him, daring him to make the first move. Fuck it. He reached out to your side and grasped the Henley where it fell against your waist, pinching the material and rubbing it between his fingers. The corner of your mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smirk. “Oh, I’m not mad. Not mad at all,” he replied. He stepped closer to you, so close he could detect the crisp apple scent of your conditioner, could see his own face reflecting in your eyes. He slid his hand down to your hip and your own hand traveled up his arm to grasp his bicep. “I mean, if you look so good in my clothes”—he licked his lips, shamelessly appraising you from head to toe—“I could just imagine how you’d look out of them.”

Dean felt you tremble under his touch, and you pressed closer against him, his hand moving to lie flat along the small of your back. You craned your neck forward, and your lips skimmed his ear as you spoke, “Why don’t we go up to my room and find out?”

Baby Girl

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: Reader avoids a night of trouble thanks to Sam…

Pairing: student!Sam x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: implied drugging, smut, language

A/N: This was just a general request for some frat boy Sam and I ran with it…


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Pay Back.

A/N: Sorry this was so short. I’m drowning in requests rn. I’m going to close them for right now.

Request: 

“What are we looking for again?” Liam asked as we descended into the dark underground tunnels. About an hour earlier, we all met in Scott’s house devising a plan. A plan to break our fellow pack member, Lydia Martain, out of Eichen House Sanitarium. Liam, Malia, and I were the distraction, Kira was the get away driver, and Scott and Stiles were the rescue team. The distraction teams’ task was to find the Chimera Pack and keep them at bay as long as possible. 

“I don’t know. A clue.” I shrugged as I ventured further into the pipe lined corridors. 

 Malia brushed past me “All I can smell from back there is your stupid perfume.” 

She said annoyance in her voice. Malia never really seemed in a good mood. Except maybe around her boyfriend, Stiles. Sometimes not even then. Liam and I followed Malia, the tunnel had many different extension. You’d get lost if you didn’t have a map, or super human smell. Unfortunately, I had neither. I was the only human among my companions, but I was smarter than both of them combined. Which is why I was with them. I was the voice of reason amid the two hot heads trekking with me. Suddenly, Malia stopped cause me to bump into her. She rolled her eyes at me over her shoulder. 

 “Do you hear that?” Her voice was hushed. 

 “Yeah.” Liam agreed his voice the same quiet tone.

I strained my ears to hear what their supernatural ones could, knowing that was impossible. 

 “I don’t hear any-“ I started, but was cut off my the two of them shushing me in unison. I furrowed my brow at them, but stayed quiet. From behind us a sound, like a metal piece hitting the ground, caught our attention. We all spun around to see Tracy and Josh, two chimera hybrids, standing a yard or two away. 

“Y/N.” Liam growled without looking at me. 

 “Yeah.” 

“Run.” He warned.

 As he said the words, Tracy and Josh charged at us. Tracy closed the gap between us first, and in that short distance she’d change into her Kanima form. Josh was still a bit behind, but flashed his fangs and his lightning power at us. I turned in the opposite direction and ran. I was no match for chimeras, I could barely walk without tripping over air half the time. I ran to the end of the hallway, and made a left. Running right into something solid, it knocked me backwards and I hit the ground. I looked up clutching my head to see what I’d run into. Fear washed over me instantly. Standing in front of me, mischievous smile and all was Theo Raeken. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked around feverishly trying to find something to attack with or some way to escape. 

 “Tsk. Tsk. You know fighting back is stupid.” He taunted me. I stood up cautiously, his eyes followed me intently. Without warning, I started towards him and swung my fist. It hit him in the jaw and he stumbled backwards. 

 “Feisty, aren’t we Princess?” He chuckled touching his lip to check for blood.

 “Tougher than I look, Princess.” I mocked. He stepped closer to me, and I instinctively stepped back. 

 “Tough, but not smart. I could pin before you knew was I did.” 

“I’d kick your ass, and I’d make sure you knew what I did.” I sassed. 

 He smiled at me, a cunning but beautiful smile. Everything about him was impossibly perfect, but I couldn’t be distracted. I had to get away. Once again, I started towards him but he was ready for me this time. Like he promised, he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, pipes smashing into my back. He pinned my arms down to my side, a smirk smug on his face. I squirmed trying to free myself from his grip but he was to strong, and the struggling only seemed to entertain him. I had half a mind to spit in his face, when I saw it. He moved his gaze from my eyes to my lips and back. It was only for a second, had I not been so close to his face I might have missed it. It was like a sign from the supernatural gods. I pushed my lips firmly into his, and I was surprised when he returned the kiss. I could feel his grip on my arms loosen and I had my chance. I thrusted my knee into his groin causing him to grab it and double over in pain. I pushed past him and ran. My only escape was deeper in the maze like tunnels. The few doors I found as I ran were all locked. After several minutes of running, my pace started to slow and I knew I had to find a spot to hide. I made another turned, and saw a door ajar ahead. I sprinted towards it and squeezed inside shutting it quietly behind me. I was in an old supply closet. It was square with a chair in the corner to the right, a broom and an few boxes of powdered soap on a shelf in the far left corner. I walked over to the chair slumping in it. It creaked as I did. I figured I would wait until Scott and Stiles texted me that they’d gotten Lydia out okay, then I would sneak out. Hopefully, no one would be there by then.

“Find her!” Theo’s voice rang out. I wasn’t sure how close or how far he was. The tunnels were too echoey. 

“Where can she hide? All these doors are locked.” Tracy said.

“Yeah, Theo. She probably already got out.” a boy’s voice whined.

“What is it Theo?” Tracy asked. He hadn’t said anything, but he must have heard or smelled something. I held my breath just incase, his super hearing could me from where ever he was.

“Nothing.” He said finally after several minutes. “Let’s get out of here.”

There was no protest from any of them. But they were leaving, which meant I could too. I gave it about five minutes before cracking opening the door and peeking out. It seemed cleared and so I opened the door wider. Thinking I was alone, I started down the hallway. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my torso hoisting me up and another covered my mouth. I started kicking and screaming, but bother were futile. My assailant’s strength was greater than my own. I was carried back into the same room, before I was let go. Finally, I was able to see who’d captured me.

“I like your perfume.” Theo smirked. 

Shit.

 Malia said it was strong. Note to self, perfume not great for hiding. 

“Let me go, Theo.” I warned unthreateningly.

“Why princess?”

He walked towards me, and I took a few steps backwards hitting a way. Dread rushed through me. I had no where to go. Before I knew it, he was inches from me. His smirk still perfect on his face. 

He grabbed my chin and turned my face to the left and than to the right. “Pay back is a bitch. ” he growled.

“I’m not afraid of you.” her voice quivered.

“You sure?’ He chuckled. “Because you’re heart beat says your terrified.” 

He lifted my chin, that he was still holding, up to look at him. I nibbled on my lower lip, a nervous habit of mine. The expression on his face changed as he watch me. Roughly, he grabbed both of my arms and put them together over my head. He held them there with one hand and with the other pulled my lips to his kissing my hard. I caught myself kissing him back, but I couldn’t help it. His lips were warm and soft. He licked my lips with his tongue asking to enter. I let him, and he swirled his tongue around mine. Everything in me told me stop, to push him off of me and run. But he started caressing my body with his free hand, and it felt so good. I bit his lower lip softly, causing him to groan in my mouth. He removed his hold on my hands, and moved down my body to my thighs. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I started to move my hands, but he glared up at me.

“Don’t move those hands until I say.” he warned. I nodded and he attack my neck with kisses. I moaned with pleasure. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine. Without thinking, I tangled my fingers in his hair. He withdrew from my neck, and narrowed his eyes. He loosened his grip on my thighs and I knew he was putting me down. Once I was firmly on the ground her spun me around, my front touching the wall. He nuzzled his nose in my ear.

“I don’t remember saying you could move you hands.” He growled.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered. He didn’t say anything. He reached to my front, unbuttoning my pants and easing down the zipper. In one quick motion, he pulled my jeans and panties down around my knees. He smoothed his hand over my ass softly, before smacking it hard. Initially, I felt pain and hissed. But the sting dulled quickly and all I felt was pure pleasure. 

“I told you not to move, Princess.” He spanked me a few more times, and I could feel myself growing wetter with each one. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re not going make any noise. Understand?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded.

“I want you to say it.” he hissed.

“I’m not going to make any noise.” I recited.

“Good girl.” he cooed. I could hear him unzipping his pants behind me, and pulling them down. He pulled down his boxers and I heard him fiddling with the condom wrapper trying to get it opened. I wondered if he just walked around with condoms in his pocket. He put his hands on my hips readying himself. I stuck my ass out grinding against his erection. Theo groaned and tightened his grip on my hips, I could feel a bruise forming already. He teased my pussy with his tip as he lined himself up with my entrance. 

“god, you’re so wet.” He moaned. He slid in slowly and it took everything in me not to cry out. I dug my fingers into the wall, trying to suppress every urge to moan. I could hear him smiling behind me. He quickened his pace, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to obey his command much longer.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” He purred. “Tell me, Princess.”

“Yes.” I moaned loudly. “Please, Theo. Faster.” I begged. He loved that he was the reason for my pleasure and he pumped in me faster. My walls tightened around him and I knew I was almost to my edge. From the low grunts and growls from behind me. He was too.

“I’m-I’m…” I tried to say.

“Come Princess.” At the words, I reached my climax. My moans filled the small room and that seemed to fuel Theo. He thrusted a couple more time before exploding his load into the condom. He pulled out and released his grip on my hips. My knees were shaky and I hazily redressed myself. He was already dressed when I looked at him again. He stepped closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” He whispered and then he disappeared out of the room. I slouched against the wall.

“What just happened?” I said aloud to myself.

Good Riddance

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, others

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: Language, teasing, fluff, sass, AU

A/N: Here’s my Coffee Shop AU with Barista!Sam for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge. This was fun, but I don’t know how to summarize without giving too much away. Enjoy some tattooed Sam and Tattoo Artist Dean with plenty of coffee. Many thanks to my pal @idreamofhazel for the beta read on this one. I hope you enjoy it! 

*Don’t forget, I love feedback and constructive criticism!!

Originally posted by torteen


Walking into the coffee shop, you take a deep breath when the scent of freshly roasted coffee hits you. A quick glance behind the counter confirms that he’s there, and your mouths curves against your best efforts into a restrained smile.

“Good morning, Sam,” your voice turns into a shy drawl.

“Morning!” he calls from behind the espresso machine. “I’ve got a good one for you today.”

“Oh really?”

“Yup,” he flashes you a teasing smirk before going back to watching his work. His hair hangs loose around his jaw, the ends curling just a bit. Your eyes are drawn, as always, to the vivid designs that creep up his shirtsleeves and out of his low collar.

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Jealousy

Enoch O'Connor(Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children):

Part 1: Sadness


Emily and Enoch grow very fond of each other and Enoch gets possessive after Jacob’s arrival at the children’s home.

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The next morning I woke up since Bronwyn was sitting on my bed, shaking my arm excitedly. Happiness. “Hey, Emily, wake up. Wake up, Emily.”, she laughed causing me laugh as well.

“What time is it?”, I yawned and stretched my arms. “Time for breakfast.”, she giggled and pulled me out of my bed with her supernatural strength.
“Okay, okay, I’m up.”, I laughed, going to my wardrobe. “I’m going to wake Enoch.”, Bronwyn informed me before running off again. I change into decent clothes and entered the hallway where I saw Bronwyn, who ran down the stairs, and Enoch. Tired.

“Good Morning, Emily.”, he said quietly, his voice tired and monoton. I smiled, happy about the fact that he talked to me.
The corners of his mouth lifted a bit, while we went down the stairs. Nervous.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me.”, I whispered since I didn’t want anyone to hear. He just nodded before we entered the dining room, where everyone was waiting for us.

They stared at us while we sat down and I could see a lot of diffrent feelings. Happiness. Tiredness. Curiosity. Confusion.
But I ignored all of them and started to eat.

“First things first. Since I heard some noises not only this night but also some nights before…”, started Miss Peregrine, “I wanted to remind you that it’s forbidden to leave the room after nine o'clock, as you know. And I do not like anyone to be awake after eleven.”
The children looked around, confused and not knowing why Miss Peregrine was talking about this.

I looked at Enoch. Uncomfortable. I gave him a smile after he catched me watching him. He turned his head without showing any reaction. “Amusement”, I heard Horace’s voice in my head. But I only glared at him since I didn’t want to draw attention to us.

“Secondly, I want some of you to pick up Abe’s grandson Jacob. He’s currently in Cairnholm in 2016.”
Except for Enoch, everyone was excited to get a visiter and almost everyone wanted to go get Jacob.

After breakfast Claire, Fiona, Horace, Enoch and me were the only children since all the others went off. While Miss Peregrine stayed inside, Horace and I got our books and sat outside on our usual reading spots and Fiona entertained Claire by growing a lot of different types of flowers.

I hadn’t seen Enoch since breakfast but I was pretty sure that he was sitting in his room. Or maybe he was watching me and Horace again from his window.

So I looked up from my book and to Enoch’s window but I couldn’t see anything.

A few minutes later I saw Enoch leaving the house and my gaze followed him to the other side of the garden where he sat down in the grass. Excitement.

I was thinking about giving him some company when Horace spoke up without looking up from his book, “Emily, don’t you want to fulfill my prophecy? I mean he sits on the exact spot as in my dream.“ 

“I don’t know, maybe he wants to be alone, like usually.”, I mumbled and chewed on my lip. “You two are never going to get together if you keep thinking like that.”, he chuckled, this time looking at me. Concern.

“You think that I’m not happy, don’t you?”, I questioned, not knowing why he was concerned. “No, I know that you’re not happy due to the fact that you never pay attention to your own feelings.”, he replied and I couldn’t help but chuckle. That was exactly what I had realised the day before.

“Yeah, yeah.”, I only said, laying my book on the ground before standing up.

I went over to Enoch and carefully laid my hand on his shoulder causing him to look up at me. Excitement. He gave my a smile, even a relativly huge one and I lowered myself down next to him, my shoulder brushing his.
This was exactly like in Horace’s dream.

“So, Enoch, what made you come out of your little cave, hm?”, I wanted to know, chuckling while I stretched my legs.
He was quiet for a brief moment and took a deep breath before he spoke, “You, actually.”

My heart beat stopped and I only let out a nervous laugh. When I turned my head, I saw him fiddling with his fingers. Nervous.
“Well, I think that’s a nice reason.”, I giggled and looked at my hands, too.

Suddenly, I saw his left hand getting into my view and he slowly took my hand to interwine our fingers. After that I heard him sigh and I smiled to myself before glancing at him. Relief. Contentment.

I noticed that my chest lifted and sank really fast since I was breathing a bit heavily. I tried to calm me down, not knowing wether Enoch had noticed it, too.

“Only this morning you told me not to be nervous but now you are.”, he stated, strengthening the grib on my hand.
“Yeah, um… I don’t really know why I’m so nervous right now.”, I confessed quietly and sighed. “It’s okay. I’m nervous, too.”, he mumbled and I looked at him again. Contentment.

“Millard, pass the ball!”, I heard Hugh ’s shouting and turned around, groaning. “The silence is officially over now.”, I mumbled making Enoch smile.

“You know… um, I’m not really good with words but…”, he started nervously, “I kinda like you very much”

“I like you, too.”, I replied quietly and saw a smile appearing on his face.

“Hey, Emily, don’t you want to meet Jacob?”, I heard Emma yell and I turned around to see them. Excitement. Happiness.

I jumped up and went to them quickly, leaving Enoch behind.
“Hey, I’m Jacob.”, said the tall brunet boy, giving me a little smile. “Emily.”, I introduced myself.

“You can see another person’s feelings, right? What am I feeling right now?”, he wanted to know. Curiosity. Happiness. “You’re happy and curious.”, I anserwerd and smiled at him, earning a smile from him as well. Amazement.

“That’s so cool! I mean, your peculiarities are so amazing!”, he exclaimed, a huge grin on his face. “A lot of people don’t think like that.”, Emma began, “You see, most of them…”

“Jealousy.”, I suddenly heard Enoch’s voice in my head. My breathing stopped and I quickly turned around, not listening to the conversation anymore. Enoch was standing where we had been sitting, his hands balled into fists and his face showing not only anger but sadness.

It was like I was glued to the spot not believing what just happened. Why did I hear his voice? And why is he jealous?

“Emily, are you okay?”, I heard Jacob ask, his hand grabbing my arm slightly. Of course, it’s because of Jacob.

“Yeah, I’ll just…”, I mumbled and turned around before going to Enoch, who still stood right on his spot. He shifted when he saw me coming, clearly not knowing what I was going to do. Nervous. Jealousy.

I had to admit - I didn’t know what I was going to do either. I just went for it. Throwing my arms around his neck as I reached him and pressing myself against his chest.

“What are you doing?”, he wanted to know with a monoton voice but his voice in my head told me something else, “Excitement. Jealousy.”
“Oh, I’m just proving that there’s no need to be jealous.”, I whispered and snuggled my face against his shoulder while his arms carefully sneaked around my body.

“I’m not jealous.”, he claimed making me laugh a bit. “Yes, you are.”, I simply replied.

After I loosened the hug I saw that his eyes were closed and that there was a little smile formed on his face. “Still, your peculiarity is scaring me.”, he mentioned and I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe you can make me some dolls and bring them to life, so that I can say that too for once.”, I laughed and he only nodded but not without giving me one of his rare smiles - at least rare until now…

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So, this is the second part of Sadness. I hope you like it. I don’t know if I’ll write another part… please let me know if you want me to continue this story! :D

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Don’t Touch Her - Stiles Stilinski

Paring: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Blood, Fluff, cussing, FLUFF, FLUFF AND FLUFF, also violence

Word Count: 2,418

Release Date: March 13, 2017

Author: @lukehemmo134

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*I thought I would make an imagine where Stiles is a Werewolf and protective over the reader. JUST BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WOULD LOOK HOT DOING SO* - Admin

Y/N’s POV

You waited inside Stiles’ jeep, hoping your boyfriend would hurry up on whatever he was doing. Stiles usually didn’t keep you waiting, especially since it was date night. And this whole week had been a disaster, Stiles had found it suspicious that Theo had come back with a Werewolf side and claimed as being the Theo they remembered. Then their was strange killings out of nowhere. Plus, Scott had changed a freshmen named Liam into a Beta, so really things were just not going for your luck or the pack’s luck.

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witching hour

pairing: hoseok x vampire!reader

summary: hoseok is the textbook definition of a scaredy cat which is why he has no idea as to why he is in a park during witching hour on friday the 13th.

details/genre: spooky-ish, vampire!au (except hoseok is not the vampire), yes its fluff you shouldnt expect anything else at this point tbh, scared hobi is my fave hobi lmao

word count: 1.9k

Originally posted by 92-rubi

Everyone who was friends with Hoseok knew that he and horror did not mix well at all. Whether it was a crappy horror movie on TV or some high school haunted house, Hoseok had no capacity to handle it.

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i'm here || isaac lahey

word count: 2392

warnings: loss of power

request:  Can I request an Isaac imagine… Isaac is in love with the reader who’s a witch and during the Nemeton she was also taken with Chris and she lost her powers and he comforts her. She moves in with Scott to help cope and she has nightmares about it about her not being able to do anything and he helps her get through eventually kissing her toes lo with her panic attack about it. Sorry if it doesn’t make any sense

author’s note: this has been posted before but was deleted, so now i am reposting it! enjoy! all the witch stuff is inspired by bonnie bennett from the vampire diaries!

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Bruised and Battered Chapter 15

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

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“Dean?” You breathed out, not even attempting to move away from his grasp. Just seeing him there made you realize how much you had missed him. How much he truly meant to you. He looked rough around the edges, with dark circles under his eyes. It made you realize that you had done that to him. You had messed with his emotions, made him hurt when you had just been trying to protect him all along. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was planning on helping a friend, no, not a friend. Family. I was planning on helping family with a hunt. But when I arrived at his motel room, all I could smell was your distinctive perfume. I could see the guilt on his face, and I knew right away that he had run into you. What I want to know is what made him not say anything in the first place?” He said softly, his face carefully schooled to show no emotions.

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Imagine your brother checking in on you and Chris.

A/N: Part 3 of ‘Just Friends’ 😊 I love every part of this, I hope I’m not being conceited when I say that. 😂 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2)

Chris sat on the floor with his back against your sofa; the hands on your clock were slowly ticking over to midnight. He took a bite of his pizza and eyed you as your black Sharpie dashed lines along the top left corner of the pizza box. It was your turn to be the hangman, to create a word, phrase, or message for Chris to guess. You’d guessed his phrase ‘bossy control freak’ fairly quickly, and that phrase resulted with a half eaten pizza crust being tossed at his face. Now it was his turn, and from the number of blank spaces- he knew it wasn’t 'egotistical asshole’ 'cause well- that would’ve been too easy.
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“Why is it so long?” Chris asked and you shrugged, taking a bite of your slice of Hawaiian pizza. You slid pizza box over to him and he ran his index finger across the dashes, pondering with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “I’m going to start with the vowels, I guess. Give me an A,” he told you and slid the box back across.

_ _ _   A _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _

“Is there an E?”

“Let’s see, shall we?”

_ _ _   A _ E   _ _ _   _ _ E _ _ _ _ _   _ _ E   _ _ _ _ _

“Three Es,” Chris pressed a finger to his lips, tapping the tip of his nose. “Okay, um- can I get an I?”

“You most certainly can,” you nodded.

_ _ _   A _ E   _ _ _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

“That doesn’t help,” he laughed and you smirked. “Okay, give me an O and a U while I take a bite of this pizza.” You did as he asked while he did as he said. He chewed his bite slowly, watching you with a smile on his lips. Everything about you did something for him. Even as you laid on your stomach on the floor, makeup free, and in your grey 'Basic’ sweatshirt and your sheepdog print pajama pants- he thought you looked beautiful. He wished every night could be spent like this, with your company. Even though he’d rather a little less hangman and a lot more kissing, he couldn’t complain; he was with the girl he’d spend every minute with if he could.

_ O U   A _ E   _ O _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

“What’s next?” You looked up at him and tried not to blush at the way he was looking at you. “What’s next, asshat?” He chuckled because he knew 'asshat’ came from one of your favorite shows 'Supernatural’. The two of you binge-watched it when Sebastian was out of town and he came to take care of you because you had a terrible stomach bug. “Well?” You asked as he studied the letters he already had.

“Is the first word 'you’ and the second word 'are’?”

Y O U   A R E   _ O _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

“Well done,” you smiled, capping the pen before you took another bite. “Do you want some time to study the riddle?” You murmured with your mouth full, sliding the box over to him. He stopped it with his hand and picked it up; his head tilted adorably as he went over the possibilities in his head. You hoped he figured it out soon because you were starting to lose your inhibitions. Alcohol may not have been involved, but the way his fingers were playing with his lips…

“You’re making me lose my mind.”

“I’m sorry your riddle is so hard,” Chris countered and you realized you’d said that out loud instead of in your head. The heat rose to your cheeks and you dropped your gaze picking at the pineapple on your pizza. “Would you hate me if I give up?” He asked and you shook your head, getting off your belly and sitting cross-legged instead. “Can you tell me what it is?” He asked and you took the box back from him. He watched as you uncapped the pen and filled in the blanks, a soft chuckle escape his throat when he read what you wrote.

Y O U   A R E   N O T   S P E N D I N G   T H E   N I G H T

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he rolled his eyes, trying not to smile at the idea of spending the night one day. “Is that your not so subtle way of kicking me out?” He asked and shoved the final bite of his pizza into his mouth, waiting for an answer of some kind from you.

You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want him to go, you wanted him to stay the night. You’d spent the last seven years being just friends with a guy you had a major crush on. You spent the first three years of your friendship thinking that was all you’d ever have with him, that he wouldn’t be interested in someone eleven years younger than him. He thought the same, thinking he was way too old for you and that Sebastian would never approve even though he’d stated time and time again “you can date her after she turns twenty-three.” Chris always thought it was a joke, so he watched you date guys your age and he dated women his. It wasn’t until you were twenty-three that he admitted to having some feelings for you, which you kind of pushed aside as he was drunk and you weren’t ready to be a relationship with him. Then you turned twenty-four and he told you- sober- that he liked you. But before anything else could happen, you found out he was directing your first piece creating a bit of conflict.

“What are you smiling at?” Chris caught your ankle in his hand and pulled you towards him. You giggled and swatted his hand away, but made no effort to move back to your original spot. “What?” He asked, getting onto his knees so he could inch closer. He knew he made a promise, but he was getting real tired of being friends with you; he wanted more. “What are you smiling at?” He whispered, his lips inches from yours.

“Nothing.” Your hand gently caressed his face and he pushed his all of his weight onto his left hand as his right moved to rest on your waist. “I was just thinking about what I said in the car, and how I’m right and you’re wrong about our level of self-control.”

“Oh, I knew this would happen,” he told you, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your side. “I just said all that to get myself here.” You chuckled softly with a shake of your head. “There was no way I was leaving before something happens. I want you way too much,” he admitted breathlessly.

“What are you waiting for?” His lips barely brushed yours when his phone rang. “Don’t pick it up,” you urged him, but he had to; it could’ve been important. “My God, Chris,” you groaned as he sat back down, answering the call. “You’re an idiot,” was your response to him mouthing “I’m sorry.”

“Hello?”

“Get the hell out of my sister’s apartment,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Chris flinched, looking around the vicinity for a hidden camera. There had to be one, the timing was too perfect. You knew from Chris’ expression that it must have been Sebastian and you cursed out Mrs. Baker next door who was Sebastian’s little spy. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s happening in there, asshole. Mrs. Baker from across the hall called me when the two of you arrived home. It’s almost midnight, you’ve eaten your pizza. Now get out of her apartment and go home.”

“C'mon, man. You know I’m-”

“Go home, Chris,” Sebastian growled and Chris sighed, looking over at you. You sighed and nodded, agreeing with Sebastian even though you couldn’t hear what he was saying. This was a mistake, the two of you couldn’t do this- not now. “Go home, please.”

“Yeah,” Chris grabbed his jacket off the couch as he got to his feet, giving you a small smile as he made his way to the front door. “I’m going.”

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