i have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight

A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

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@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his daughter before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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Show Off (m)

“Say, where do you get all your money from?” you inquire.

Hoseok stops himself for a second, reluctant to reply. “I-I have another job…”

“What kind of job?”

“Something interesting—different. Don’t worry about it.”

Synopsis: You always wondered how your roommate made a ton of money out of the blue; you never expected that it was because he’s a prominent camboy.


Pairing: Hoseok x Reader // camboy!hoseok + room mate!au

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7005

Includes: masturbation, dirty talk, orgasm denial, sub hoseok

A/N: julia and i roamed on one of sam’s blogs and ran into a certain vid… then this spiraled out *intense sweating intensifies*

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pairing: jeff atkins / reader

genre: smut (lol someone needs to tape my hands in prayer form bc I NEED IT)

description: jeff wins the championship game and as the great girlfriend that u are… u know..u do some cool tricks…HAHAHAHA

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Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

Originally posted by spn-spam

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BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:

💌 requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)

A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖

Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment for being so drop-dead gorgeous.

As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge with your foot.

His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing we do now?”

You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”

Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning. Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and help me get the wine glasses.”

That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen for an emergency make-out session:

“Was there a reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”

“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”

“With kisses?”

“The worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.

Originally posted by jinmini

Yoongi: Well, this is new.

Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.

But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.

Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.

You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.

“What?” he demands.

You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing… I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”

“I don’t.”

“Then what do you call this?”

He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your shirt. “I call this an emergency.”


He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still, his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal box on the highest shelf.

As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.

“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.

You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”

His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”

You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.

“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed? Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.

You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”

That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just because you wanted it.

And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?” he asks.

“I think it was.”

“Well. I love you too.”



Originally posted by bangthebae

Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his friends.

Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.

Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s time to wreak some havoc.

The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.

“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.

“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr, settling yourself in his lap.

The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.

Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just, please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”

Originally posted by minblush

Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly when you need him.

Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung, smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need – need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.

Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”

“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss on his unsuspecting lips.

With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”

“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray speck of chocolate from your chin.

When you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your bowl.

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’ he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so much as glanced in your general direction.

Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem, crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.

Seated in the back row, you can share a bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck, knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

! I did not make the gifs !

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 6)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,312 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Got a little carried away writing this one…

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Are you kidding me right now?

Once again, you were in the presence of Bucky Barnes, the beautiful boy you thought you’d never see again after your meeting with him at the coffee shop. Though you maintained consciousness this time around, you weren’t sure if you were able to handle his company once more.

Steve’s gaze flickered between you and Bucky, confusion adorning his features as he spoke up. “You two know each other?” he asked, perplexed towards the predicament at hand. Unlike your friends, Steve was clearly unaware of the uncanny situation you had with Bucky. This was just a continuous mess with no plans of ending soon. 

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Dinner Party

Summary: After Bucky returns home from a mission all you want to do is stay in bed (naked) all day with him. But you two have to go to a friend’s birthday to make things fun he proposes a little game.

Paring: Bucky x Reader.

Words: 2575

Warnings:  There is a lot in fuffly in this, but also SMUT and loats of teasing.

This is a one-shot

Thank you to @drinkfantasy, for being my beta you are the best.

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

You look at yourself in the mirror, felling happy about your appearance. You are wearing one of your favorites dresses, it is navy blue with a modest cleavage in the front and another masive one in the back.

You look cute for your friend’s birthday, your make up it’s done in a very simple away, just some mascara and lip gloss. You turn around and see Bucky who is lying on your bed almost sleeping. You sit by his side and he hides his face on your lap. You start playing with his hair, making him moan at your gentle actions.

“Are you sure you want to come along? You can stay here and sleep a little. I won’t hold against you if you don’t come with me.” You know that he is tired, Bucky came back home around 4 a.m. from a two weeks mission and he only slept a few hours.

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❝ No one can touch you. ❞

Plot: When you was kidnapped but your boyfriend Yoongi is one of the most influent boss in Seoul.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,9k

Warning: Slightly mention of blood; 

For @esu333; i hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

The italics part is a flashback! 

The soft light was the only thing you could see. Choking, you had something down in your mouth, you tried to move but your attempts were completely useless. Between the folds of the hood you wore, you perceived blurred voices. Something, in your mind, continued to echo because they were particularly familiar.  

Taking stock of the situation, you realized you were sitting. At least you weren’t dead, you thought in relief.  

“Don’t try… There is no use Y/N ” Someone muttered into your ear; “I’m sorry… I asked them not to hurt you. ” He added with a low tone.  

“KyunSoo?” You murmured, your voice emotionless.  

“Really Y/N.. I would have preferred not to resort to this. ”  

Your mind started racing, hectic and fast. If KyunSoo was in front of you, the reason could be just one. He had a score to settle with Yoongi.  

Sighing, you start fidgeting in your chair but a hand gave a hard shoot on your head, provoking you a groan of pain.  

“Stop Y/N.. don’t make things difficult. ” He warned you, but you did not have the slightest intention to listen to him.  

No one could give orders to you.  

The sounds around you were flushed and these makes you realize that you are locked into some soundproofed room. No one wanted to make you hear what was happening outside or to allow others to hear you.  

Cursing softly you started rubbing your hands together, in a desperate attempt to pull them from the interweaving of ropes that held them tight.  

“When they tie your hands with a triple knot, you can’t do anything but just broken two fingers of your hand and your wrist to set you free.”  

Yoongi’s voice, in the days when he was explaining and repeating concepts familiar to him, it was not to any help at that time. Holding back the tears you tried once again to remove one of the two hands, but a violent blow against your chest stopped you instantly.  

“This bitch,” someone unknown said vehemently; “Why don’t you just kill her??” The person added lost patience.  

You did not recognize him, but you know he has no power over KyunSoo. He is the boss, he has always been. In your mind began to appear the memories of your days in College, you would never have thought he would become one of the most influential gangsters in the city.  

He was sweet, friendly and charismatic. Now he was just known for the highest amount of deaths associated with his name.  

“Did you have managed to reach him?” Kyunsoo asked, bored voice, and your heart will lose some beat.  

You did not want Yoongi to be involved, you would rather die than put him in danger.  

“Kyunsoo… What do you want from Yoongi? ” You asked, holding the hot tears that itched your eyes; “I can give you what you want. I have my money, I swear. ”  

A broke sigh between you lips caused you a chill down your spine; because you know that nothing would have distracted him from his goal.  

“What is mine, Y/n. I swear you won’t be hurt if he cooperates.”  

“And if he won’t cooperate…?” You asked with another tremble into your voice, reprising the attempt to free your hands from the grip.  

“You are going to die.”  

Not that you were surprised by his words, you were well aware of how that world worked. And yet you did not care to die if the man you loved was safe.

His hands started to rush on your neck, laying on your hips while forcefully you were attracted, making crush your bodies. It was the first time that you let him bring so much to you. Always too far away but connected in ways you couldn’t explain.  

“Do you know that if you stay with me, you could often risk your life?”  

“I don’t care, Yoongi” You muttered onto his lips, without taking your eyes off his.  

His eyes didn’t leave a moment, glided lenses on each stroke of your face, provoking you the most intense sensations ever.  

“I promise you one thing, Y/N”. He added with a serious tone, cupping your face in his hands by tapering and delicate fingers.  

A strange trait for the most feared of all boss in Seoul, but you had always loved his hands.  

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in a curious expression. 

“I would never let someone lay a finger on you. And if it, for a mere twist of fate, happen… They’ll no longer have their hands or their lives to do it again. ”  

That particular moment in your relationship made space in your mind and a quite feeling invaded you. He would protect you, you could even hear that the situation would end soon.  

So you renounced completely to free yourself from the ropes, your body is relaxed and even your heart slowed his beats. You felt completely different and it was the thought of Yoongi to help you; knowing he would save you.  

“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice of Kyunsoo brought you back to reality and you shake your head, just too tired of that hood on your face.  

The man in front of you understood the situation and decided that maybe wouldn’t have been a danger discovering your face. You were well aware of why you were there, seeing them in the face wouldn’t have changed anything.  

The newfound “freedom” allowed you to understand, finally, where you were. There were not a lot of clues, the bare walls and just a desk where Kyunsoo was sitting, checking documents that you couldn’t see from where you are.  



“He will hurt you. ” You were warning him, even if he did not deserve this at all.  

His laughter filled the air immediately, while your eyes rested on him and you observed with disgust.  

“I’m not afraid Y/N; not of him. ” He reassured, a frown amused onto his face.  

“You should.” You added, still teasing him in pride.  

One thing that you had understood of those men was just that; they were incredibly sensitive and proud. Hurting them at that point and they could become incredibly weak or ruthless killers.  

“For now, your dearly beloved did not give signs of life.”  

“He will.”  


The posture in which you were started to hurt a few hours earlier, but you did not stoop to complaining. Your mouth was closed for that entire time, while your legs became weaker and weaker and the pain in your wrists grew.  

Suddenly a dull thud made you to lift your face, turning towards the thick door that divided you from the rest of the world.  

No shot, no amount of screaming. There were total silence and disappointment surrounded you because if it had been Yoongi the screaming would not be missed.  

“Didn’t they tell you how to treat a woman? A woman that didn’t belong to you.” An icy voice, steeped in anger, rang out in the speakers making you lose a couple of heartbeats.  

He was there, he had not broken his promise.  

Kyunsoo began to look around, visibly frightened, by pulling the gun out of the holster inside his jacket. You smiled and began to experience a feeling different. For the first time, despite you always kept hidden your fear in front of Yoongi, you are not scared by the “work” of your man. For the first time, you are relieved, because otherwise, he would never be able to save you.  

The door, only wall between you and freedom, collapsed after a few moments, perhaps thanks to a minimum dose of an explosive charge. The smoke filled the room, provoking you a slight coughing while your eyesight was completely blurred.  

“Kyunsoo, I thought you were smarter than that.”  

“Yoongi… One more step and I’ll kill her. ”  

The barrel of the gun is pointed at your temple and you froze immediately, while the smoke was starting to branch.  

“Yoongi …” Your whisper reached the man, standing at the door with the gun lowered against his side.  

His gaze was completely emotionless on the outside. You were the only one who could see the anger that burst in his eyes and a shiver down your spine shook and assured you at the same time.  

“Touch her again and I swear, Kyunsoo–” He began to mean with icy tone; “in less than three minutes you’ll be dead.”  

“I die, she dies. You know I’m a trigger happy, don’t force me to hurt her. ”  

“You have exactly ten seconds to let her go.”  

He was calm, so calm that managed to soothe you. His voice had the power to be a soothing for you and this time was no different.  

“One.” His cold tone had become lethal.  

“Give me what is mine Yoongi.”  


“Yoongi.. Could you just go straight to three instead of waiting up to ten? ” You asked, completely drained of all energy.  

You did not want to die, but if it had to happen you would have preferred a quick thing.  

“Whatever.” He Murmured, this time a hint of amusement in his voice.  

You closed your eyes to hear a gunshot, not knowing if it was the Yoongi’s one or the Kyunsoo’s one directly to your head. You were prepared to impact so you have curled up about, but you could not feel any kind of pain.  

Slowly you unfold the left eye, just to see blood splatter on your hands. But it was not yours and this was a huge relief, so much so that you felt the adrenaline begin to slip away from your body.  

“Baby, I’m here… I’m here. ”  

You raise your eyes and when you saw at that time of the aggressive tremble that was shaking you, accepting with gratitude the loving touch of his hands on your face.  

“I’m here babe, sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, while one of his men entered the room and immediately freed your hands. “What did he do? See your face… God, I’m going to kill him. ”  

“Y-Y-you have already done so, Y-Yoongi.. ”  

“I’m going to kill him again just for daring to touch you” he hummed on your lips, finally relieved to see that despite all you were alive.  

He put his hands under your armpits after they finally had freed your hands and feet, lifting you effortlessly and clutching firmly against his body.  

Crying is liberating, hot tears flowed fast on your cheeks still stained with blood, while he rocked you gently.  

“It’s okay baby, everything is over.”  

“You’re here… you’re really here. ” You managed to say through tears and sobs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and the collarbone.  

“I promised two years ago. No one can touch you without lost their life. ”

That’s My Girl

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Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx

“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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our little family pt.2 | jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2

Warning: Slight cursing 

“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.

It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.

“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.

“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”

Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.

Time to look for a dress tonight.

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Bottoms Up

A/N: I felt like it’d been a while since I’d written anything that focused on Yoongi, so I really wanted to write something~ I started this a few weeks ago and then got distracted by life and finishing up college for the semester, but I finally finished it so here I am~ Hopefully you all enjoy it lol

Words: 3,007

Genre: Smut

Clubs aren’t your thing—but you give them a chance, because you don’t want to seem like the party pooper amongst your group of friends. Despite their efforts to get you to show some skin, though, you still end up walking into the club wearing a tank-top, skinny jeans, and a pair of laced up high-tops. You weren’t here to be hit on—you didn’t want some creep trying to slide his hand up your inner thigh. You were here to socialize, down some drinks to get over your regret of coming, and then hopefully leave with the first friend in your group who would call it a night.

So, you saddle up to the bar, waving at your friends as they scuttle out onto the dance floor—all high heels and short skirts. Once they disappear into the throng of grinding bodies, you spin on your stool, turning to rest your elbows on the counter top—

…and the bartender is right in front of you. Skinny, but well rounded—dark hair hanging slightly into his eyes, black button up fitted to his torso perfectly. His face remains void of any emotion, but when he catches your surprised stare and the slight part of your lips, he smirks.

“What can I start you with?” he asks, voice deeper than you had expected, a bit rough, but still clearly heard over the music of the club. You pause at the question, your mind blanking.

“I…I’ll take a rum and coke, unless you have something better to give me,” you say, trying to scrape up your remaining shred of composure. The male cocks an eyebrow, looking a little contemplative.

“You wanna get drunk? Or do you just wanna buzz so you can still punch the guy that tries to steal your panties? I mean you gotta throw me a bone here.”

“I don’t even fucking know, man,” you say honestly, leaning back a little to motion at yourself. “Look at me. I mean—it’s not exactly like easy access is written all over my jean-clad legs.”

The bartender hums, reaching down to snag a shot glass. “I’ve been looking at you for a minute or two now and you’re surprising cute despite the outfit,” he comments, reaching behind him to grab a bottle of Kahlua. “Clearly you’re not here to let anyone finger you in the back alleyway, though,” he continues, chuckling when he catches your blush and stunned look.

With skill, he snatches up a bottle of Grand Marnier and Bailey’s too, layering the liquors in a shot glass with exact precision. When he’s finished, he gently slides it towards you, meeting your questionable stare.

“It’s good. Sweet liquor for a sweet girl. Take it—it’ll help you loosen up a little.”

“Are bartenders usually this flirty?” you question him, downing the shot in one go (because damn this dude is making you warm already).

“Only to those who perk our interest,” he responds, taking the shot glass from you after you set down. You laugh, feeling somewhat incredulous.

“Yeah? Should I consider myself lucky then?”

“Depends on your definition of lucky,” he chuckles, eyes fliting to the side when another couple up the bar slurs for him. Smile dropping from his lips, he quickly moves around, throwing some ice into a glass—filling it a third full with rum and the remainder with coke.

“Suck on that till I get back,” he says briefly, sliding it to you, and you watch him, brows lifted in surprise as he quickly goes to tend on other patrons.

Taking the cool glass into your hand, you gently swirl the contents before taking a long sip.

You’re not sure what that bartender is aiming for, playing with your emotions like this, but…dammit, you really don’t mind.

Ten minutes later, dark and mysterious bartender is back in front of you, elbow propped on the counter, interest sparking in his irises as he listens to you ramble about all the things you don’t really like about clubs. You hadn’t exactly meant to just…open up to him, but…you’re beginning to think your tolerance is a bit lighter than you had assumed.

“I’m baffled you’re even here,” he muses, refilling your glass. “It seems like you’d rather be at home, reading a book, or doing some kind of other dorky, yet cute thing.”

Right? I don’t know, man—I wanted to not seem like the boring friend, but even when I’m here I’m still hiding at the bar,” you say, sighing, and rest your cheek in the palm of your hand. The bartender breathes a laugh, regarding you thoughtfully.

“You could always go.”

“Yeah, but…,” you begin, eyes flitting up to his, and his stare has you feeling a bit weak. “You’re here.”

At that, that man pauses, any movement stopping as his eyes fall from yours, lowering to regard the countertop. You watch him, cheeks hot, regret sinking in your stomach. Luckily, after a few seconds—instead of walking away or anything else that could potentially break your heart—he meets your gaze again and opens his mouth to respond.

…however, just as he does, the same drunk couple form before shouts for him at the other end of the bar and, sighing, the dark haired male hurries away. You’re once again left staring after him, hands fidgeting against your half-downed glass.

What the hell are you doing?

A little less than 20 minutes later—mister dark and mysterious having somehow disappeared from the bar without you noticing, you push your finished drink to the side and slide off your stool. You don’t want to drink anymore—you really don’t want to be here—and now that the flirty, cute bartender is gone, you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.

More than anything, you just want to tap out and go home, but, before you can, one of your friends spots you near the edge of the dance floor and hurries over. Grabbing your wrist, she tugs you into the mass of people, and you can’t think to tell her that you’re really not in the mood for dancing—especially considering that she has already dragged you into the middle of the action.

So, reluctantly, trying to let any of your worries go (as well as thoughts of the dark-haired bartender—who you may or may not have fallen for), you begin dancing with your friends. At first, things go well—you loosen up a bit, swing your hips, feel the music—but after a few minutes you feel a pair of hands land on your hips. Glancing down—catching sight of pale, long fingers—you realize that this isn’t one of your girlfriends.

“Sorry–,” you begin, taking a step forward, trying to let the person know that you’re not about that tonight—but the fingers only tighten, and you feel a males chest lightly press against your back.

“You said weren’t about dancing, yet when I stopped by the bar on my way out for the night and noticed you were gone, I find you out here on the dance floor,” the deep, familiar voice speaks, and fuck the heat you’d felt before is igniting your blood once more.

“You—I thought—”

“My shift was over. I left to grab my stuff and planned to come back to the bar to take you home with me, but—”

“I…what??” you say, flushing red, turning your head to try and face him, but his fingers dig into your waist, holding your still, and his lips press heatedly against your neck. That has you gasping, grinding back against him as his teeth and tongue work at your throat.

“My name is Yoongi, by the way,” he says, sucking particularly hard, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Yoongi,” you repeat, testing the name on your tongue. But his name alone rolling from your lips has Yoongi growling quietly, one of his hands sinking lower to grip your ass through your jeans. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, lifting one of your hands backwards to tug his hair.

“If you were going to take me home then take me already,” you breathe, grinding your ass back yet again, and before you can gather your head you’re being pulled off the dance floor, Yoongi’s grip tight on you wrist.

“Then let’s go.”

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Behind Closed Doors (Steve x reader)

Happy Smut Saturday! Oh my god, I’m going to keep this thing going. Of course, I will post smut on any given day, but I will save the smuttiest of smut for Saturday nights. I hope you enjoy this very kinky and very smutty oneshot. I thought I’d give Steve some love, since he’s been lacking attention on my feed lately. God bless all your souls after this, you might need some holy water. xoxo


Description: Everyone thinks Steve is this sweet and gentlemanly guy that goes by his morals and honor. That is true. But, obviously, they aren’t intimate with him like you are. As his girlfriend, you can confidently say that he is no gentleman in the bedroom. 

Warnings: SMUT. DADDY KINK. ROPE BUNNY. (or would it be belt bunny?) ANYWAYS IT’S LITERALLY ALL SMUT. Oh, and cursing, along with unprotected sex (be careful out there)

“You got lucky, F/N. Steve’s a true gentleman. You honestly can’t find guys like that anymore. They’re all dick bags.” Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“Maybe it’s because he’s been preserved for seventy years?” You chuckled, shaking you head slightly. 

“That’s true. I wish there were more guys like him to pull out of the ice, so I can have one of my own.” You burst out laughing at what she said, and both of you were about to be rolling on the floor, dying of laughter. Your stomach was beginning to ache, when Steve walked in. 

“Speak of the devil.” Natasha was holding back a laugh, trying to catch her breath. You got up and met him at the door and pressed your hands against his chest, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“What’s all the commotion about?” He was leaning against the threshold of the door, a smirk on his face. 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, babe.” You almost started giggling, but forced it down. “Natasha, we should get going. I’ll see you later.” 

“Alright, you lovebirds. I’ll see you guys later.” She was smirking. You just shook your head at her and waved goodbye, intertwining your hand with Steve’s. It wasn’t a long walk back to your room, it was literally down the hall from her’s. You and Steve shared a room, Tony finally allowing it after two years of dating. 

He opened the door for you, letting you walk in before him. He really was a gentleman, at least in public. But, when that bedroom door closed, he was anything but that. You plopped yourself on the bed, exhausted from the day.

“So, what were you guys talking about?” Steve’s curiosity was peeking through his usually strong, and “know all” demeanor. 

“Natasha was just talking about how I was lucky to have such gentleman for a boyfriend.” You were staring up at the ceiling, laying on your back. You got up on your elbows so you were looking at him. “But, I think we both know that’s not true.” You winked at him, earning a lust filled smirk in return. 

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Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2k (Lyrics in italics)

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic EIGHTEEN. The line requested was,  “I get all tingly when you take control like that.” was requested by @50shadesofsubtext  It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from @faegal04 It was too good to pass up. It’s also loosely based on the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson. 

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This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  read on ao3

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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Something Else (NSFW)

#Challenge of Raven. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Omega!Reader
Warnings: ABO dynamics, dirty talk, smut, shameless smut, knotting sex, breeding kink, straight PWP. I’m using @kittenofdoomage ABO rules here. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll beta’ed this.
Prompt: “I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

“Nasty, naughty boy” was playing so loud on your headphones that you wouldn’t be able to hear a shot if someone used a gun by your side, but who cared? You were alone in the bunker, Dean had left with Castiel when you reached pre-heat and Sam was on a supply run. So, you could dance and sing without anyone interrupting you. You danced slowly, singing loudly and not even caring if someone walked in on you.

You felt Sam’s scent seconds before he pressed himself against you. Your legs weakened instantly when you realised how hard he was and how strong he smelled. His rut had hit earlier than expected.

Your headphones were pulled out and tossed on the table a few inches from Sam’s hands, and he put his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

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Stereotypical (6) second date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.

“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.

How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.

“You know what I mean, jerk”

“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”

Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.

“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”

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Business and Pleasure - Part 17

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.

You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.

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anonymous asked:

#42 isak and even ??

42) things you said when you asked me to marry you (this was requested by three people so i figured y’all really want this. it’s okay - i wanted it too.)

Isak’s still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he enters the kitchen to Even making breakfast. He’s gotten years to drink in this sight on both the good days and the bad days, but the revelation that Even’s here, for him, is still enough to knock the wind out of Isak. It’s been so long, but Isak will always be that insecure boy in the kitchen of his old apartment, wondering if he’d dreamt up a world where someone as beautiful as Even would stay with him when the morning came.

“What are you doing over there?” Even says. He glances up from the eggs to beam at Isak. “I woke up extra early on our anniversary to make you breakfast, and I don’t even get a cuddle for it?”

“We could’ve cuddled in bed,” Isak grumbles, but he dutifully makes his way over to Even, wraps his arms around his waist and presses his nose against Even’s back. He breathes in, and Even’s familiar scent calms down the flutters in his stomach. “Seven years, baby,” he whispers.

“Feels like longer,” Even says.

“Yeah,” Isak says, but he’s been saying this as soon as he met Even, hadn’t he? Falling in love with Even had been like discovering something new and familiar all at once, and even though they’ve only officially been living together for three years, Isak can’t remember a time when he didn’t come home to Even. They’ve weathered storms, fought and broke and healed, but in the end, this is where he belongs, holding Even safe in his arms.

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And You Let Her Go

A: Could you prettt please a dean fic, where there friends with benefits and she tells him she has feelings for him and his a complete asshole saying he never will have feelings for her and ends the whole friends with benefits. The reader becomes with drawn and gets her and sam trapped in a freezer. She nearly dies from hyperthemera and dean feels bad but she leaves…

Synopsis: Dean (Being the idiot he is), decides to end his friends with benefits with the reader, when she tells him she’s in love with him, leaving the reader heartbroken. Dean realizes his an idiot a little too late.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, random chick, random guy, ghost.

WARNINGS: Dean being an asshole, hypothermia, angst, probably more stuff, a lot of crying, sad (I guess). This isn’t really a warning but Dean being an idiot, smut, sex, sexual content, semi oral (male receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it or regret it),melt downs , cheating (mentioned), ghost.

Word Count:5355

A/n: This song fits this fic (I love this song), so much. I’m pretty sure its hypothermia. Because hypothermia is when your body drops to dangerous temperature while and hyperthermia is the one where your body goes to higher temperature. Also the freezer is one of those big freezers you get in motel/hotel kitchens.

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

You knew you shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. You’s were friends with benefits and that was it. Dean made it perfectly clear, that if one of you’s feel in love. You didn’t want to be far apart. So you forced your feelings aside.

But somewhere under all those nights you spent tangled together, your skin, pressing against his, the more your feelings grew, and you couldn’t ignore them. You were in love with him. He meant the world to you.

You were hopping that maybe he felt the same. That maybe somewhere deep down in his heart, he felt love for you…

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

You let out a sigh, as you lathered your hair with shampoo. Massaging it into your hair. Just as you were rinsing it. You heard the front door to yours’s and Dean’s slam open and shut. Loud scuffling.

“I can’t believe Sam.” Dean grumbled, walking into the bathroom.

“Why, what did he do?” you asked, putting conditioner in your hair.

Dean took a moment to answer, as he looking at your naked, wet body. Dean’s eyes darken with lust

“Doesn’t matter.” He grumbled, walking closer. Taking off his shirt.

“It does, you’re so wound up over it.” you spoke, as rinsed the conditioner off. Unware that Dean took his jeans and boxers off.

“Well you being all naked is kind of making me forget being angry.” Dean growled, in your ear. Engulfing you in his arms.

You let out a moan, as you felt his erection press against your women hood. You quickly turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pressing your body flush against his. Your lips pressing against his hungrily.

“Not here, babe.” Dean groaned, pulling away from the kiss.

“Why? Your horny, I’m horny, let’s just do it in the shower.” You begged. Attaching your lips to his neck.

“Shower sex, is complicated.” Dean muttered, trying not to moan.

“Dean, it’s not that complicated.” You laughed, casting your eyes down to his cock.

“It is, I mean, one of us could get injured.” Dean mumbled.

“Im sure you will survive Dean.” You spoke, stroking his cock.

“Oh, fuck, Y/n, what if we just do it on the bed.” Dean moaned.

“Or…” you spoke, kneeling down, in front of Dean, and taking his cock in your hands.

“Oh fuck.” Dean groaned, as your tongue licked up his shaft. Then swirling the tip, your hand holding his shaft.

Dean’s fingers ran through your wet damp hair, as you continued to lick his tip.

He quickly gripped your hair, as your mouth covered his head. You started bobbing your head up and down, your hand gently moving up and down his shaft.

“Fuck.” Dean moaned, one of his let go of your hair, pressing against the glass screen.

Dean’s moan’s got louder, making you let out a moan. Dean’s fingers gripping your hair tighter. You lowered your head down further, down until you reached his shaft. His head falling back, with his mouth a gaped.

You let out a gag, pulling back, your tongue licking his head. You hallowed your cheeks, as you started to suck him again.

“Fuck, babe.” He moaned, his hand slipping from the glass.

Just as your eyes interlocked, he pulled your head away, picking you up, pressing your back against the shower wall.

“I need you.” He moaned, his lips ghosting over yours. His eyes darkening with lust.

You let out a moan, as Dean pushed himself inside you.

“You’re so tight.” Dean groaned, pressing his lips against your neck.

Dean started to thrust into you. Pinning you against the wall. He let go of you, putting his hands on either side of you, as he thrusted into you.

You wrapped your legs around him, as he continued to thrust into you. His mouth pressing light kisses against your collarbone.

Dean’s continued to thrust into you at a slow rate.

Something felt different about his thrust, they were slower and deeper than usual. Maybe he feels more than friendship, and this is his way of telling you. Maybe after you’s finish having sex you should tell him how you really feel you thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” Dean moaned, barrowing his head into your neck, dragging you out of your thought, when he hit you g-spot.

“Dean.” You moaned, digging your finger nails into his shoulder.

Dean hit it again, making you moan again.

His hands gripped your hips again. Thrusting into you again, and hitting your g-spot.

“Oh my fuck.” you moaned, as your walls tightened around him. Dean rested his forehead against yours, as he continued to thrust into you again. Hitting your g-spot.

“I know baby.” He groaned, as you tightened your legs around his waist.

“Fuck.” You moaned, as he continued to thrust into you. The hot water creating fiction, against yours and Dean’s bare skin.

Your moans got louder, as Dean thrusted got faster.

“Oh, baby.” Dean groaned, getting closer to his climax.

“Fuck, Dean.” You moaned, as your orgasm took over your body. Digging your heel into his back.

Dean groaned, as he felt a warm sensation surrounding his cock. Which pushed him to his climax.

Dean thrusted into you with one finally thrust he cummed inside you.

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

Dean cupped your cheeks, bringing his lips closer to yours. He pressed his lips against yours gently then pulled away.

He withdraw from you, putting you down gently.

“That was-” He started to say, as you washed yourself off.

“Awesome.” You spoke, handing him the soap, as you washed yourself off.

Dean let out a chuckle, as you got out of the shower, drying yourself off.

You quickly walked to your bag, pulling your pj’s out. You were going to tell him. How you feel about him.

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

Dean walked into the room, smirking. A towel wrapped around his waist. Little water droplets, running down his bare chest.

“Damn, I thought you were naked.” He mumbled, pouting. You let out a small laugh, fiddling with your fingers.

Your heart started to beat faster. Your hands getting clammy, your hands shaking.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing your odd behaviour. He opened his duffle bag up.

“Dean, I have to tell you something.” You muttered, feeling like your heart was stuck in your throat.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Dean asked, his eyes widening in shock. Dropping his sweats, on the bed.

“No. I’m on the pill.” You answered, frowning, when he let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, because having a baby in this world right now, with lucifers spawn about to pop. Isn’t a good idea.” Dean spoke, as he started to take his towel off.

“I love you.” You confessed, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“I love you yo, your my best bud.” Dean spoke, not even looking at you.

“No, I mean, I love you, more than a friend.” You spoke. Your heart beating faster.

Dean stopped what he was doing, looking at you with an unreadable look.

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
“What?” Dean gasped.

“I love you, Dean, so much, I, you mean so much to me. I think about you single every day and night. I want us to be more, than just friends with benefits. I get jealous every time you flirt with another girl, I want you to think of me and only me, I need you, Dean, I need you to love me, the way I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone but you.” You confessed, your eyes watering.

“You’re joking right?” Dean laughed, looking at you in disbelief.

‘No.” you whimpered. Tears falling from your eyes. Well that went well.

“I don’t have feelings for you Y/n. You’re my best friend, and that’s it.” Dean spoke.

“But, you, your thrust, they were different from your last ones.” You muttered, wiping your tears away.

“Y/n, that was just sex. Plus I didn’t want one of us, to get injured in the shower.” Dean explained.

You let out a sob. Feeling like your heart just got crushed.

“You didn’t actually believe, I had feelings for you?” Dean chuckled, making your cry.

“Oh, come on y/n. you seriously thought that. I love you, but only in a friend way.” Dean told you. Making you feel even worse.

“I, I can’t be in a room with you Dean.” You cried, grabbing your duffle bag, and walking to the door and opening it. You couldn’t breakdown in front of him. You wouldn’t.

“Right, well maybe, you should fall for my brother, I’m sure he would love to hear your heart felt words, your replaceable y/n, were just a fling.” Dean bitterly spoke, glaring at you. You quickly stopped in your tracks, turning around. Glaring at him.

Dean’s glare dropped into a worried expression, then an unreadable one.

“You don’t have to be such an ass about it.” you sobbed, walking out of his room, and slamming the door.
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
You let out a sigh, a gust of wind blew past your, making you shiver. You lightly knocked on the doors.  The door quickly opened, revealing Sam.

“y/n” Sam gasped out, fixing his hair.

“I, um, me and Dean, kind of had of fight, can I stay with you?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers, nervously.

“I heard, walls are paper thin. Come in.” Sam spoke softly.

Just as you walked, you heard a door slam closed. And the car door opening. Your eyes twitched, as you heard the familiar sound of the impala engine, run.

“Prob Dean, going off to fuck some two dollar hoe.” You growled, as you heard the impala go.

“Wanna beer?” Sam asked, walking over to the mini fridge, opening it up, and taking two beers out.

“Defiantly.” You answered. As Sam shut the fridge door. Walking over to you. He handed you a beer.

“So, have you figured out who killed the new owners?” You asked, sitting down on the uncomfortable chair.

“It’s a ghost.” Sam replied, sitting down, and typing away on his laptop.

“Sure she’s or his probably pissed because some whore, is wrecking his home.” You grumbled, taking a sip of your beer.

“Y/n.” Sam warned, making you roll your eyes.

“Sorry.” You grumbled, chugging the rest of your beer.

“The ghost is a guy. He, died in his house. Found out his wife was cheating on him, his wife left him, and now whoever goes into his house they either die or get badly injured.” Sam spoke.

“At least he didn’t get rejected.” you grumbled, taking another beer.

Sam let out a sigh. Rolling his eyes at your bitterness.

“We find his corpse and we burn the corpse.” Sam spoke, looking up from his laptop, to see drinking your second beer.

“Easy, we should do it now.” You spoke, taking another sip of your beer.

“Y/n, your drinking alcohol, and besides the salt is in the impala.” Sam sighed, worry clouding his eyes.

“Seriously? Beer is barely hard liquor.” You groaned, finishing of your second beer.

“Your judgement is cloudy.” Sam sighed, as you grabbed another beer can.

“Good, maybe I’ll die and Dean will be full of regret.” You growled, opening the beer can.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asked.

“No, I’m not, okay I just got rejected by your brother. So forgive me if I am being a little melodramatic.” You yelled.

“I never said you were, I’m sorry, for what my brother did to you. I told him that one of you would get hurt, and I guess that person, was you.” Sam spoke, as you sat down on the bed.

“No, you’re just sorry because you feel sorry.” You grumbled.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asked, getting up and sitting next to you.

“Sam, I got rejected, it’s not like me and him were in some relationship.” You grumbled, taking a sip of your third beer.

“I’m sure, Dean, feels more than friendship for you, and maybe his just doesn’t want you to get hurt. So his denying his feelings.” Sam spoke, his hand rubbing your back.

“Thanks, for trying to make me feel better. But your brother is a dickhead.” You grumbled, taking a huge gulp of the beer. A frown formed on Sam’s face, as you continued to drink the beer.

“Maybe, you should go to bed, you don’t want a hangover, while were hunting.” Sam spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“This is my third beer Sam.” You grumbled.

“You have a limit y/n.” Sam spoke, making you get up.

“Yeah, and this is not my limit. I’m going to the bar, maybe if I drink too much, I’ll forget this night ever happened.” You sighed.

“You’re going to a bar in sweats and a jumper?” Sam questioned.

“Your right, I’ll change.” You spoke, taking out a black dress, and a pair of black heels.

Sam quickly turned around, when you started to change your clothes. Then putting the heels on.

“Alright I’m off.” You announced, opening the door.

“Y/n, you can’t go to a bar. We have a case to do tomorrow.” Sam spoke, as he followed you out the door. You quickly turned around, getting annoyed with him.

“Oh my god, Sam, you sound like a mum.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“I’m coming with you.” Sam announced, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, goodie, dull my spark.” You grumbled.

Just as Sam was about to say something, the sound of an engine stopped, beside you and Sam.

You and Sam turned your head’s heads, to see dean and some hoe, walk out of the impala. Both of them only having eyes on each other. The girl quickly pressed her lips to Dean, as he opened the door.

What an asshole. You thought. Glaring even harder. You quickly turned around, alerting Sam.

“Y/n, wait” Sam sighed, as you stormed off. Sam glared at Dean’s hotel door, then walked back inside his hotel room…

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Sam leaned against the impala, sipping on some sort of juice he made. Getting more anxious about you. You didn’t come back last night. You didn’t even answer his calls or text.

He quickly took out his phone, creating a new text message.

Hey hope you’re alright? Are you still alive? Please text back, do you want me to come get you? Sam put your contact in, pressing send.

Sam looked up when he heard the door opening, revealing the girl Dean spelt with last night and Dean himself.

The girl awkwardly walked away, as Sam glared at Dean.

“Ready to go? Where’s y/n?” Dean asked, noticing you weren’t standing by Sam.

“Ugh, I don’t know.” Sam spoke, looking at his phone.

“I thought she was staying in your room?” Dean asked.

“She was, then she saw you and that girl kissing, so she took off. Probably to the bar. She hasn’t come back since.” Sam spoke, getting even more worried for you.

“Oh, it’s good she’s moving on.” Dean spoke, kind of feeling down.

“Dean, you hurt her, badly.” Sam growled, clutching his phone tight.

“She’ll get over it.” Dean grumbled, leaning against the hood of the impala.

“No, she won’t Dean.” Sam shouted, making Dean roll his eyes.

“She’s y/n, she’s been through worse.” Dean grumbled. Making Sam give him a bitch face.

“Your unbelievable Dean, I thought that maybe somewhere deep down in your heart you’d feel some sort of love for her other than friendship. But last night, you proved me wrong, Dean.” Sam snapped, fury in his eyes. How could Dean be such a dick about this?

“If you’re so worried about her feelings, why don’t you just ask her out.” Dean snapped, getting annoyed with Sam. Who cares, she’ll get over it. Dean thought to himself.

“She’s my best friend, Dean.” Sam growled.

“She was my best friend first.” Dean argued, making Sam get even madder.

“If you truly valued you’re so called friendship with her. You’d think about having sex with that cheap whore, which hurt her.” Sam yelled.

“She’s not a whore.” Dean shouted.

“You don’t get it. Do you Dean.” Sam shouted.

“Get what?” Dean asked, clearly lost on what Sam was trying to say.

Just as Sam was about to say something, a car pulled to a stop, in the hotel parking lot.

Both of them turned around to look, at the car.

Dean’s eyes widen as he saw you step out, waving at some guy. Dean felt his heart tightening in his chest.

You quickly turned around, smiling widely at Sam and Dean.

“Morning, ready to kick some ghost ass?” you asked, stopping in front of them.

Dean’s eyes wondered down to your chest.

“Where were you?” Sam asked.

“Jezz, mom relax, I’m going to get dressed.” You responded, walking into Sam’s room, to go get changed.

Sam gave dean a look as Dean checked out your ass.

“You’re unbelievable.” Sam grumbled, hopping into the impala.

You quickly exited Sam’s room, walking closer, your heart beating faster.

“Let’s go.” You cheerily spoked, as you and dean hopped into the impala…
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep

Your heart hammered in your chest, as you walked down into the steps that lead to the basement. Of course you got the basement. Sam said he would check on you after a few minutes. Since Dean was off checking the cemetery. At least you didn’t have to see him.

Your breathing shallowed as, you shined your torch around the dark room.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you can do this.” You reassured yourself, as you walked into the room.

Your light flickered making Goosebumps arise. You quickly fixed it exploring the basement. Unware that something was watching you…

“Sam, the body’s not here.” Dean spoke, through the phone, as he walked back to the impala.

“What do you mean, it’s not there. His registered under there?” Sam asked, as he out a frustrated sigh.

“Well there’s a grave, but it’s an empty casket, it’s like nothing was in it. No scratch marks, nothing.”

You stopped in front of a large metal door, the sound of a motor running. Curiosity got the better off you. You slide it open, shining your torch in.

“Oh my god.” You gasped out, trying not to vomit.at the sight or a decaying body. Which you assumed was the ghost. You quickly turned around, only to be meet by the ghost.

You let out a loud scream, dropping your flashlight on the ground

“You’re trespassing, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He growled, slamming your head hard into the metal door, knocking you out. He quickly moved you in the freezer closing the door.

“Y/n” Sam shouted.

“What, what’s wrong with y/n?” Dean asked, quickly getting into the impala. He couldn’t lose you.

“I have to go, get here fast.” Sam spoke, ending the call.

Sam quickly ran into the basement. His gun in front of him. He stopped.

“Hey.” Sam yelled, as he saw the ghost near a metal door. Aiming the gun at the ghost. Before he could fire the gun, the ghost moved it away and pinned Sam against the wall.

Sam let out a grunt. The ghost quickly opened the metal door, making Sam move across the room and into the freezer. Falling hard onto the ground…

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
in house you get knocked out
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
Ohhh, oh no
And you let her go
Ohhh, oh no
Well you let her go
Sam’s eyes snapped opened, lifting himself off the cold surface.

He couldn’t believe he was stuck in a freezer. He only hoped you and Dean were alright. He had to get out of here.

He quickly walked to the door, just as he was about to try and open it he heard a familiar voice.

“I already tried that. Useless.” You spoke, making Sam turn around towards you. His eyes widen, as a sad frown set across his face.

“Y/n.” Sam softly spoke. Concern clouding his eyes, as he saw a gash on your head.

“Least, I’m not stuck here with your brother. That would be torture.” You joked, making Sam role his eyes.

“You’re bleeding.” Sam sighed, changing the subject.

“No shit.” You grumbled, resting your head back, onto the wall.

Sam quickly walked towards you, crouching down in front of you. He noticed you shivering.  

“Here, take my coat.” Sam spoke, taking his coat off, and wrapping it around you.

“I’m fine, the main concern is getting out of here. Unless you want to die in here together. Because endgame.” You choked out, coughing as soon as you finished your sentence.

“We’re going to get out of this. Okay.” Sam reassured you. Looking at you with hope in his eyes.

“And if we don’t?” you coughed out. Warming yourself up. But failing.

“We will.” Sam sighed, his face dropped into a frown, as he saw you looking at him, with teary eyes. Your lip quivering.

“Y/n?” Sam asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Why doesn’t you love me? Like I love you.” You gasped out, shivering. Thinking Sam was Dean.

“Y/n, it’s me, Sam.” Sam gulped, quickly pulling you onto his body, and holding you close to his chest, trying to get you warm.

“Am I that unlovable?” you sobbed, as you clung to what you thought was Dean.

Sam eyes wondered around, until they stopped on decaying body.

“y/n.” Sam whispered, cupping your cheeks, and looking into your dull eyes.

“He doesn’t love me

“Did your gun get taken off of you?” Sam asked.

“no.” you dragged out the words. Shivering.

“Im going to take your bullets out, okay.” Sam mumbled.

“Are you going to leave me again Dean?” you cried, making Sam shush you, he quickly looked at the body then at you.

“Y/n, it’s me Sam, your best friend.” Sam spoke quietly, rubbing his thumb, up and down on your cold cheek.

“Sam?” you questioned, confusion clouding your eyes.

“Yeah. It’s me. Where going to get out of here okay?” Sam reassured you. Taking your gun out of your jean pocket.

“W-we-e are? I’m so cold.” You stuttered. As he took out four casings bullets. Taking out your pocket knife. Undoing the silver casings, and pouring the salt into one of his hands.

He quickly took you off of him. Taking your lighter.

“I know, I’m going to get us out of here.

“You’re leaving me?” you cried out.

“No, not for long, stay here.” Sam spoke, making you nod. You felt so numb.

Sam quickly threw the salt on the body, then flicking the lighter on. He dropped it on the body.

“Y/n?” Sam questioned, as he walked over to you. Seeing you unresponsive. He quickly picked you up walking over to the door.

He turned, the handle, making it finally pull open.

“Sam.” Dean spoke, as Sam handed you over to dean. Sam took the box of salt off of Dean and a lighter.

“Dean take her, and get out of here.” Sam demanded.

“What about you?” Dean asked, as he held you in his arms.

“I have to take care of this body.” Sam grumbled.

“Sam?” Dean whined.

“Just take her outside Dean, and keep her warm. Talk to her.” Sam snapped, walking into the freezer again. To take care of the body.

Dean made a beeline out of the basement and out of the house.

“Y/n?” Dean asked, as he layed, you down, on the backseat, of the impala.

“Shit.” Dean cursed, as he checked your pulse. Which was weak. He started to worry.

“Y/n, wake up.” Dean demanded. He got no response. Dean quickly took of his coat. Wrapping it around you.

Just as he was about to start compressions, you woke up.

“Hey.” Dean spoke, stroking your cheek.

“I’m so cold.” You whimpered.

“I know, here.” Dean spoke, bringing you onto his lap, and holding you close to him.

“Why dean? Why don’t you love me? Why can’t we be more then friends?” you asked, as Dean kissed the top of your head.

“It’s complicated.” Dean spoke.

“Dean, is she alright?” Sam asked, interrupting the moment. Dean gave Sam a glare.

“Yeah.” Dean answered, holding you tighter.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah.” Dean sighed.

“I’ll drive.” Sam spoke, holding out his hand, for the keys.

“Be careful.” Dean warned, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Dean.” Sam sighed.

“I’m serious, Sammy.” Dean warned.

“Okay.” Sam sighed, hopping into the driver’s side. Putting the key in the iginition.Turning the key.

“We’re going back to the motel, we can talk probably okay.” Dean said, kissing your forehead, as you looked at him with unreadable expression.

Making Sam rise his eyes brows, turning onto the road, and driving off…..

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked, as you slang your bag over your shoulder.

“Positive. I have to do this for myself. This hunting life isn’t for me, and im not saying this because I nearly died, or Dean doesn’t feel the same way for me. But when, I don’t want to waste my life away doing this. I need the apple pie life, I need stability, I need someone who is going to be my one and only, I need a fresh start, put all this behind me.” You explained.

“Dean’s not going to be happy about this.” Sam sighed, making you smile.

“What Am, I no going to be happy about?” Dean asked, handing Sam a coffee, and you one.

“I’ll wait outside.” Sam mumbled, walking out the door.

“What is he talking about? And why is your bag on your shoulder?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I’m retiring from hunting.” You spoke.

“Seriously? Just because you nearly died, you’ve had near death experiences before this.” Dean shouted. Making you wince.

“That’s not the only reason, I-” you started to say, only for Dean to interrupt you.

“Because, I rejected you. Because, I regret it now. I was scared, hell, I’m still scared, but, I can’t love anyone like I love you. And I know I was a douche, but I’ll try, y/n. I love you, more than a friend.” Dean confessed.

You let a defeated sigh. Maybe if he said that to you before your near death experience you would have believed him. Give him a chance. But now you didn’t feel anything for him.

“Dean, shut up. Okay, us, we won’t work. Maybe, if you said it, before, I nearly died, I would be putty in your hands. But Dean, I don’t love you anymore. My mind set has changed. When my life flashed through my eyes, I, it was disappointing, and maybe we could have worked, but Dean, you’re not made for the apple pie life, and I want that Dean. I want that white picket fence, I want a house of my own, a suv, and loving devoted husband and kids, a family.” You confessed, as tears slipped from Dean’s eyes.

“I can be that, we can do that.” Dean cried.

“No, you can’t Dean. You want to, but you won’t, and maybe Sam will have that life one day. But you will always choose your brother or hunting over it, and that’s okay, because I get it Dean, you’re a hero to this world, you save people, it’s who you are, you were born to do it. But me, I can’t, I want to live a normal life.” You spoke, calmly.

“Y/n.” Dean spoke, taking your hand in his, only for you to pull it away.

“I will always love you, Dean, but it’s not enough, it won’t be enough. Because you don’t love me like I love you. You can try Dean, but it won’t be enough.” You sighed, kissing his cheek gently.

“But I do.” Dean trembled. As you walked past him.

“Take care Dean.” You sighed, walking out of the room, and closing the door.

“You okay?” Sam asked, as you two started to walk to the bus stop.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You laughed.

“You know I think it’s a bit soon for you to run off.” Sam spoke.

“I’m fine Sam.” You sighed.

“You could die on the bus.” Sam spoke, making you let out a small laugh.

“Sam, I need to have a fresh start, forget hunting and have an apple pie life, get married, have a kid, I need to put this hunting life behind me.” You explained.

“Be careful, text me, every day.” Sam ordered.

“You sound like a clingy girlfriend.” You chuckled, making Sam let out a chuckle.

Both of you stopped at the bus stop.

“Fine, ill text you once a day. Happy?” you laughed.

Sam gave a small smile. Feeling sad again.

“Sam, please don’t fuss over me, this is what I want.” You sighed.

Sam let a sigh, as the bus come to a stop. People getting of the benches, and onto the bus, some putting their baggage in the storage compartment.

“I’m going to miss you.” Sam sighed, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Dido. Thank you, for being a great best friend, Sam.” You beamed.

“You’ll always be my best friend, Y/n.” Sam spoke, wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a long hug.

“Take care of him, Sam, and yourself.” You spoke, giving him one last hug before you got on the bus.

Sam smiled sadly, as you waved at him. He waved back, as the bus drove, off…..

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
dean finds you’s
Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

“Dean..?” Sam spoke, walking into his room to see it was trashed.

Sam’s eyes widen, as he saw Dean, sitting in the middle of the room. With cuts and bruises on his face. Tear streaks staining his cheeks.

“I stuffed up Sam, I let her go.” Dean whimpered, looking up at his brother, his eyes red from crying. A fresh new set of tears making their way out of his eyes. His lips quivering…
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

  I think I stuffed this up………………. I’m going to write a Sam x Stefan x reader angst. Hmu if you’re interested in it…

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