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(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

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A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.


Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.

Your Love Bizarre

OK folks, I have combined three challenges into this doozy! All prompts will be in bold; song lyrics in italics. Also a shout out to @ilostmyshoe-79 and a really late birthday fic!!

@chelsea072498‘s Prince’s Let’s Go Crazy Challenge: The song I choose was “Love Bizarre” with Sheila E and my prompt is: Seeking shelter from the storm, they made their first mistake.

@melissaj616‘s Follower and Birthday Celebration: My prompt is:  “Maybe I have a few secrets you haven’t discovered yet.” (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!)

@iwantthedean‘s SoCo Summer Writing Challenge and my prompt is:  “I will be singing only to you.”

Although not SUPER kinky, it is probably the kinkiest smut I have ever smutted. 

Word Count: just shy of 3200

Warnings: Threesome, use of a DP strap on; DP; Dom/Sub relations; Skype sex; anal sex, vaginal sex, all kinds of sex, unprotected sex, cum feeding

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (no Wincest)

A huge thank you to @helvonasche, @madamelibrarian and @when-the-day–met-the-night for the beta. 

NSFW image under the cut

Originally posted by shaabanahmontana

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Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3982

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Sex on Baby, Outdoor Sex (there’s nobody around though), Kissing, Biting, Teasing, Sexual Frustration, Sexual Tension, Dom!Dean, Dom!Reader, Rough sex, Mechanic!Dean, EXPLICIT GIFS AND PICS

Summary: Dean is working on Baby and the Reader joins him to keep him company, but things get a little more heated than expected.

Notes: Okay, so…this happened *grin* Let me know what you think about it guys, and as usual, enjoy! *kisses* FORGOT TO TELL YOU, THIS IS A THANK YOU TO ALL OF THE 500 AMAZING CUTIES THAT FOLLOW ME, LOVE YA, GUYS! ♡♡♡♡♡ Also, I know the gifs don’t really fit the plot perfectly, but it was the best I could find

DISCLAIMER: the gifs and pics are NOT mine

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You yawned, pulling the tank top down your stomach, before you grabbed a pair of the shortest shorts you owned and wore them.

It was hot as hell lately, and while you knew Sam would be gone for the day; you also knew that Dean was still wandering around the bunker, which meant you had to put on something.

Walking down the hall, you immediately decided to put your hair in a high ponytail cursing the way it stuck to your skin, managing to make you feel even hotter than you already did.

Usually the bunker’s temperature kept a bearable level, and you just couldn’t stand how the air conditioning had decided to break down exactly during the hottest week of August.

The first thing you did when you reached the kitchen, was grab a freezing bottle of water and gulp it down; you knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, since you’d just woken up, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t feel like eating, so you just took a fruit and wandered around the bunker to find Dean. You’d looked everywhere but you couldn’t find him, until you realized he was probably outside working on Baby.

“Hey!” He lifted his head as your voice reached him over the music blasting from the Impala’s speakers, “Oh, hey! Still can’t cope with the heat, huh?” He eyed you up and down, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yeah, I can’t understand how you do it, man! I feel so hot, I’m suffocating” Your fingers pulled at your tank top, trying to unstick it from your heated body.

‘Oh, you are hot, alright. So damn hot!’ He smiled at his thought, wishing he could just tell you what he was really thinking about you, “Hang on in there, Sammy’ll fix the a.c. as soon as he’s back”

You nodded, smiling to him as you walked towards where he was standing, “So, how’s your patient doing?” He gave you a dirty look to which you just chuckled; you loved to tease him, especially about Baby.

“It’s not funny, (Y/n). She’s been doing some weird noises and I will find out what’s wrong with my sweetheart” As much as you loved to tease him, you couldn’t help but admire his love and commitment towards his car.

“I know you’ll figure it out, you always do” A proud, smug grin appeared on his face at your encouragement and you patted his back, feeling your heart race at how sexy he looked under the hood.

“Uhm, do you need some help? I’m not an expert, but I can follow instructions” A pretty vivid image of you following his instructions popped in Dean’s head, the only thing was that they weren’t about fixing Baby, and the both of you were wearing far lesser clothes.

“Uh…no, it’s okay for now, I’ll let you know if I need something” You nodded, and he turned to flash you a cute, little smile, “Won’t turn down your company, though” He accompanied the statement with a wink, and you smiled, sitting on the cooler.

Not even ten minutes had passed since you’d sat down, that your mind was already clouded with fantasies involving the elder Winchester. Your eyes were following the rippling muscles of his back, moving under the thin layer of his gray, fitting t-shirt.

His broad shoulders attracting your attention, before it was drawn by his strong arms. You fantasized about gripping and digging your nails into his biceps, as his lips kissed down your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.

Your cheeks turned red when you realized you had indeed sighed, and you thanked God that Dean didn’t seem to notice. Your hands fanned your face, as you tried to compose yourself at least a little.

‘Seriously, (Y/n)? C'mon, get it together, he’s just a man! A very handsome, sexy, hot, strong man…’ You were sure if you’d been a cartoon, you would’ve had heart eyes at the moment, but you brushed it off and got up.

You opened the cooler and, just as you were expecting, you found some nice, cold and inviting beers; you grabbed two and walked to Dean, “Beer?”

He lifted himself up from under the hood, and swiped his hand across his forehead to clean the small droplets of sweat that had formed there. Some grease stained his face, and you giggled, cleaning it off yourself.

He laughed with you, cleaning his greasy hands on the rug he had been using, and you handed him his bottle, “Thanks, sweetheart” Shivers ran down your spine at his husky, smoky tone and you smiled, nodding and opening your bottle.

Your lips touched the cool glass, and you gulped down some of the refreshing liquid, sighing in relief. Dean on the other hand, hadn’t even opened his beer yet, he was too focused on you to be able to think straight.

He watched your lips, envying the bottle, wishing it was his lips touching yours instead. He knew they would feel great on his; he remembered how soft and plump, and just perfect they’d felt each time you’d pressed them to his cheeks.

His eyes then moved down, following the curve of your neck. He wondered how you’d react if he kissed and licked every inch of it; how you’d look if he took his times and marked you up, making sure everyone knew you were his and his only.

He was about to let his eyes scan the rest of your body, when you spoke and his eyes snapped up to lock on yours, “This is the best thing ever” He cleared his throat and smiled, “Yeah…totally”

Dean didn’t know if you were aware of the effect you had on him; didn’t know if you’d noticed the way he stared at you, or purposefully brushed your skin every time he had the chance, but he sure as hell hoped you hadn’t.

He flirted with you, every single second since you’d met, and you always flirted back, but you did the same thing with his little brother, so he guessed you weren’t really interested in him.

Everything you did was driving him crazy: your laugh, your voice, the way you bit your lip when focused on something, or your little affectionate touches for him and his brother, your scent, even your walk was too much to bear at times.

Just like now for example, as he watched you swaying your hips, the same hips he’d fantasised on gripping so many times; as he stared at your ass confined in those tight shorts of yours; the only thing he could think about was taking you right there and then.

You turned around then to sit back on the cooler and Dean was glad that he’d placed it close enough for him to still be able to see every single detail of yours.

You smirked at him, and he didn’t know if you’d guessed what he was thinking about or what, but he didn’t care because that smirk you shot him, had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He swallowed the dryness in his mouth, if he wasn’t feeling hot earlier, he definitely was now. You tipped your head back, bringing the bottle back to your lips and he almost, almost groaned at the sight.

A drop of the condensed water fell on your collarbone and he licked his lips as his eyes hungrily followed its trail, ‘Son of a bitch! She’s gonna be the death of me…’

Dean bit on his lower lip when the drop disappeared between your breasts, and he knew that he’d never had any idea to what strength was, until he had to watch you without touching.

He opened his own bottle now, gulping down half of it, cause he needed something, anything, to stop him from walking the distance between the two of you and tear your clothes apart.

Dean brought his eyes back on you, and for a second he could’ve sworn that you were staring at him while licking your lips, but he brushed it off, cause he knew it was just his mind playing, yet, another trick on him.

“How come you always wear jeans? I mean, you gotta be hot, why not go for shorts?” He smiled, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked him that, “That’s cause I’d never look half as good as you do, sweetheart!”

He loved the barely visible blush that coated your cheeks whenever he complimented you somehow, and he probably loved even more the shy smile that etched on your lips as you looked away.

“Now, as much as I’d love to just stand here and keep staring at you in that little outfit of yours, I really gotta find out what’s wrong with Baby!”

You flashed him another shy smile, and he winked at you before downing the rest of his beer and turning back to duck under the hood of his car.

You bit your lip watching his bow legs; you loved his legs. The strong thighs hiding underneath his dark blue jeans always had you fantasising about him taking you against a wall, supporting both of your bodies with little to no effort.

And then there was his ass; his perfectly shaped ass. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d dreamt of digging your nails into the firm flesh, urging him to go deeper inside of you.

Your body temperature rose with every second that you stared at him working on the car; each dirty thought that crossed your mind, making you slicker.

You closed your eyes, imagining his rough hands kneading your body, gripping tightly onto you as your back arched and you moaned his name.

“There’s something stuck in there. Damn it! I can’t reach it” His voice brought you back to reality and you drew in a shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself before you walked up to him.

“Where is it? My hand’s smaller, maybe I can help?” You stood by his side, and he turned his head to look at you; green eyes focusing on your face.

You shamelessly stared at the bulging muscles in his arms, covered in grease just like his t-shirt was, making him look right down delicious. Dean straightened up, giving you a better view at the expanse of his chest.

“-(Y/n)? You with me or what?” Your eyes snapped up to lock on his green ones, and he smirked, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“The piece’s stuck there! If you can’t reach it it’s okay, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, you hear me?” You nodded, winking at him with a smile.

He stepped aside, and you bent under the hood, stretching your hand to reach the object you had to take out. Dean was standing a few feet behind you; eyes focused on your ass.

Your extremely short shorts, gave him the best view ever, leaving nothing to the imagination as you bent over and your ass stuck out in his direction.

His eyes followed the curve of your back, an image of you naked in his bedroom as he took you in the same position popped in his head, and he had to turn around to actually calm himself a little. 

Dean soon understood it was useless, cause the picture was now seared in his memory, and he decided to just turn back to you; resuming his contemplation of your body.

“I got it, but it’s like really, really stuck! I need a hand, Dean!” He didn’t answer you, and you frowned, snapping your free hand over your shoulder to get his attention.

“No, yeah, sorry, I’m here! What-what do you need?” He moved to stand behind you, making sure to leave some space between your bodies, “I can’t do it on my own, I need you to pull with me!”

Dean took in a deep breath, catiously bending his body over yours; his scent filling your senses and making you bite back a moan, as you felt his strong muscles coming into contact with your own.

You sank your teeth in the plush skin of your bottom lip, catching your breath when he placed one hand next to yours and the other one gripped your wrist, ready to pull whenever you said the word.

“Okay, one…” He smiled against your neck, but you couldn’t see it from the position you were in, “Two…” His voice was a gruff, hoarse whisper in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from shuddering.

Hoping that he wouldn’t read too much into the reaction you were having from his proximity, you drew in a deep breath, “Three!” You both pulled and you managed to get the piece that was stuck.

You stumbled back, and you were sure you would’ve landed on your ass if it hadn’t been for Dean’s sturdy body behind you, and his arms around your waist keeping you steady.

“Woah, thanks for that!” He chuckled, his breath fanning along your neck and down your spine, sending shivers throughout your whole body, “I’m the one who should be thanking you! You fixed my Baby!”

You both shifted your eyes on the plastic remainder of what could have been, well you had no idea what that thing could have been in the past, the only thing you knew was that it got stuck in Baby somewhere along the way.

“What the hell is even that?” You looked up at Dean, who was frowning down at the greasy object in your hand, “I have no idea, it was stuck in your car not mine, buddy!”

You let out a small chuckle, your stomach vibrating under Dean’s hand and making him shift his green eyes on you. You felt him tightening his arm around your waist, and looked up.

“Please, tell me if you’re feeling this, too. Cause, damn, it’s been driving me out of my mind, (Y/n)! It’s just-say the word and I’ll stop…” You kept silent for a second, weighing the pros and cons.

But then again, this was Dean Winchester you were talking about, the pros undoubtedly outnumbered the cons. You gently took in your hand the arm that was keeping you secured in his hold, and turned to face him.

“What would you do if I felt it, too?” A deep groan left his lips, before they were crashing on your own as he walked you back until your ass found his car.

He blindly closed the hood, never breaking the kiss and you moaned when he picked you up and sat you on it; the warm metal of the car sticking to the flesh of your bare thighs.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love these shorts on you? They make your ass look so damn good!” You tugged on his head, humming absently as you pulled his lips back on yours.

“God, Dean! I want you so bad!” He nodded, trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, harshly sucking on your skin and pulling back to watch as a red mark showed on the surface.

He threw away the greasy rug he had been holding, and you watched him for a second, before you were fisting his grey t-shirt and pulling him back against you, craving the feeling of his hard muscles against your own.

“Fuck, you’re sexy, (Y/n)! You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you senseless, baby” You moaned when he whispered the words against your lips; his hands gripping your thighs.

“Gonna take me here, Dean?” You were vaguely aware of the fact that you were outside but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dean’s hands roughly kneaded the insides of your thighs.

“I could take you wherever you want, baby girl, it just has to be as soon as possible!” You rolled your hips on his, feeling his erection straining against his jeans and adding to your arousal.

“Here’s fine. Nobody comes around here anyways, right?” You tipped your head back as he hummed his answer, suckling and biting on your supple flesh, while his hands snaked under your tank top.

You lifted your arms up, helping him remove the clothing and silently giving him the permission his eyes were asking for, as if he really needed to ask for any at that point.

His big hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently and enjoying the feeling of them, “Mmmhm, they fit perfectly in my hands!” You were about to tell him to move along, but he shut you up.

His full lips wrapped around one hard nipple, tugging on it and making you arch your back closer as mewls of approval fell from your kiss-swollen, parted lips.

You looked down and found him looking up at you, his eyes fixed on every single twitch of pleasure that appeared on your face. He reserved the same treatment to your other nipple, and by the time he was done, you were a dripping mess of need.

Your hands worked to rid him of his shirt, desperately craving the feeling of his hot skin under your hands, and when he finally discarded it, you practically moaned at the sight in front of you.

His forearms and biceps were covered in smudged grease, partly because of you gripping them, and the large expanse of his chest was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, making your core even more slick.

Dean gave you a few moments to look, mostly cause he himself was admiring your bare upper half, before he couldn’t take it anymore and settled between your parted thighs and pulled you flush to him.

You groaned at the sensation of your hard nipples rubbing against his hard chest, your hands going to grip and feel his broad shoulders, while his went to unbutton your shorts.

Your hands followed the curve of his muscles, trailing down his toned pecs and softer abs, until you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pulled his hips to yours.

Dean moaned at your actions, hungrily watching as you unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper, “Enough with the foreplay. I’m so wet for you, Dean, you’ll slip into me with no problem!”

A deep, long growl bubbled in his chest, and he worked to rid you of your tight shorts, cursing under his breath as it took him more than he expected, “They might be sexy, but they’re a bitch to take off!”

You grinned down at him when he let them fall on the hood next your thigh and pushed down his own jeans, “Uh-uh, the things I do, or wear, to make you hard for me, Dean”

You seductively bit down on your lip, before his lips were claiming your own once more, teeth sinking into your lower one and dragging it roughly.

“Clean, tell me you’re on the pill, cause I really need to be inside your tight, little pussy! Right fucking now!” You nodded, pushing your hips forward on the hood of the car, as Dean tore your panties away.

“Dude!” He flashed you a sheepish grin, while pushing his underwear down, “I’ll make it worth it” You raised an eyebrow at him, “You bett-ffffuck!”

He sank into you, your juices making him slide smoothly inside your core and bottom out, before he stopped to let you both adjust to the feeling, “Shiiit! You’re tighter that I thought, (Y/n)!”

You chocked out something that sounded as an 'I know’, making him let out a breathless chuckle, “God-damn it, Dean, move! Pleeease!” What was supposed to be an order, ended in a moan as Dean slightly rolled his hips.

“Ugh-you feel good, sweetheart” He withdraw his hips, pushing back into you and you both moaned, “Fuck me, Dean, please I need you to!” He complied, working his hips against yours and starting to build up a pace.

His thrust grew harder and faster, your boobs bouncing with each one of them, and making him growl as he latched his lips around a nipple and bit down hard, making you tip your head back in pleasure.

“Damn it! You feel so-ughhh, so…fffuck!” You rolled your hips back onto him, pushing him even deeper inside of you, “Yeah? Like how my little pussy wraps tightly around your big cock, baby?”

Dean growled, the grip he had on your thighs tightening, “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself anymore, (Y/n)!” He snarled the words in your ear, making you shudder.

You smirked to yourself, leaning down to lick at the shell of his ear, “Can you feel that? Can you feel how my walls are stretching to accommodate your huge cock? Ahhh-shit, you’re fucking me so good, Dean!”

He pushed you back until you were lying on the hood, your legs spread wide for him and allowing him the best view, “I warned ya, princess!” As the words left his lips, he began to pound into you.

His hips snapping furiously against your own, the sound of slapping skin filling your ear as he relentlessly thrust his member into your entrance, “Oh, fffuck! Just like that, don’t stop, Dean, p-pleeease!”

Dean bent down, covering your body with his, and sinking his teeth into the spot were your neck and shoulder connected, making you arch your back off the metal to get closer to him.

“You’re such a dirty girl, (Y/n)! Whispering those filthy things into my ear to get me to fuck you harder. This is what you want, baby? This is what you wanted me to do to you?”

Your walls shook around him, every muscle in your body tensing as you felt the tight coil in your belly about to snap, “Yes, yes! Fuck, Deeean! I’m gonna-gonna c-come!”

Dean groaned, pistoning his hips faster and bringing his hand to roughly toy with your clit, “Then come!” Your pussy clamped down on him, nails digging into his biceps as you let go.

You rolled your hips, body shaking under Dean’s, “Sonofa-damn it, princess!” Dean pulled out of you, hurriedly jerking himself, before spurting his hot come all over your thighs.

He collapsed back on top of you, both of you completely spent as you tried to regain your normal breathing, “Well, that finally happened!” He smiled against your shoulder, before placing a kiss onto it.

“Mmmhm, finally!” You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow and enjoying Dean’s bodyweight on top of yours, “Why the hell did you ask about the pill if you ended up coming all over me anyway?”

He chucked, his chest shaking against yours, “Yeah, well…I just always fantasized about you covered in my come, I think it’s sexy”

Dean shrugged his shoulders as you giggled, before he lifted himself up a little and kissed you, “Look, (Y/n), I don’t know about you, but I’d like to do this again…sometimes, maybe as often as possible?”

He innocently raised his eyebrows at you, grinning down like a little kid, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, either, Dean” You felt him draw in a relieved breath, before pressing another kiss on your lips.

You pushed him off of you and grabbed your clothes, along with what was left of your panties and started walking away, “Wait! Where you going?” Dean was pulling up his pants when you turned around to him.

“To take a shower, wanna join?” You sent him a wink and turned around, swaying your naked hips inside the bunker, “God, you’re definitely going to be the death of me, (Y/n)!”

He heard your chuckle and smiled, grabbing his clothes and jogging behind you as he made a mental note to clean the imprinted shape of your ass off of Baby’s hood.

My brother’s best friend || D.H.

A/N: This was a lovely request  that I can 100000% relate to. If my brother and his friends ever find my blog than I never wrote this 😏

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by theanomex

It was freezing outside and I was shivering although I was wearing a beanie and a thick woollen scarf. Today of all days the school bus had broken down and I was left in the cold when all I wanted was to just get home. I unlocked my phone and dealt my brothers number, thankfully he picked up right away.

“What’s up little sister?” Phil greeted me, he clearly sounded stressed.  

“Hey, could you pick me up? I think there is a problem with the bus’s engine and I’d freeze to death if I walk all the way home.”

“I’m on my way to this meeting. I told you it’s today, didn’t I? Sorry, sis, I can’t pick you up right now.” Phil indeed sounded immensely sorry.  

“Oh yah, I forgot. Then I will just have to walk.” I said with little motivation. It was surely going to take me about two hours.

“I’ll call Dan. I’m sure he can get you, he’s coming over today anyway.”

Dan. Just the mention of his name made my heart beat faster. I had a huge crush on my elder brother’s best friend. Super cliché, I know. But how could I not crush on such a guy?

I will never tell Phil how I feel about his best friend. He would make it obvious and probably embarrass me in front of him. The chances of Dan liking me back were -11%. Do guys ever go for their friend’s little sister? I don’t think so. At least Dan doesn’t.

“Hop in” Dan told me, as I opened the door to his car.

“Thanks for picking me up.” I shyly smiled at him as I got in.

“I wouldn’t want you to freeze to death. Phil would have killed me if I left you here.” Dan laughed before he started driving again.

Why do guys look 100 times more attractive when driving? I could literally feel my level of nervousness rise by the second. Never had I been all alone with Dan before.

“So, how was school?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.

I was glad that he decided to break the silence since I was horrible at starting a conversation.

“You are seriously asking me that?” I grinned as he laughed a little.

“Right, it was as boring as always.” Dan answered for me instead.

I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement. Dan took a quick glance at me and shot me a smile.

“Phil said you are staying over today?” I wanted to make sure that I heard him correctly.

“Yup, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would I?” I blushed a bit as I said that and hoped he wouldn’t see it.

It was getting pretty warm in the car so I took of my beanie and totally messed up my hair while doing so. It must have looked totally dishevelled because Dan was goofily grinning.

“Well, that’s a look.” He joked as I tried to quickly fix my hair.

“Shut up.” I groaned in embarrassment.

We continued to make small talk and joked around until we arrived at home.

“Thanks again, Dan.” I emphasised after we had both gotten out of the car and I unlocked the front door.

I didn’t know when Phil was going to get back from his meeting, I just knew that I was alone with Dan until then. Normally he would have come over later, but because of the circumstances he was here already. It was just me and him. Just us two. Alone in this house.

I threw my school bag into the corner the second I walked in.

“Looks like you are spending the afternoon with me. I’m the cooler Lester anyway.” I grinned as we both got rid of our coats and boots.

I always get super excited whenever my brother invites Dan over, being alone with him made my heart race and I had to stop my hands from trembling by taking a few deep breaths.

“So, that’s your room. I feel like the last time I was in here there were Barbie dolls all over the floor.” Dan told me, having followed me into my room. He was examining the pictures and posters that decorated my walls.

“You are definitely exaggerating.” I laughed “Do you wanna order pizza and play video games?” I asked Dan and as soon as those words had left my mouth his eyes lit up.

Ten minutes later we were sat in front of the TV, both holding a controller.

“Why are so good at this?” Dan asked me. He was clearly impressed and surprised.

“Who do you think plays these games with Phil when you are not here.” I answered, trying not to give away the fact that I was very much enjoying Dan’s admiration.

This afternoon was all I had ever hoped for. I have always been a bit jealous of Phil and everybody else who could see Dan whenever they wanted to. Now I was finally spending some time with him and it was going incredible well.

“You are going down, Howell.” I exclaimed halfway through the game. I was certain that I was going to win.

“You actually think you can stand a chance against me? That’s cute.” He said as if he was talking to a toddler and ruffled my hair.

“Dan! You messed my hair up again.” I complained as I tried to fix it for the second time today.

“Honestly, nothing can beat the way your hair looked in my car today.” He admitted, smirking.

I like to wear beanies okay? I prefer being warm over beautiful.

“Don’t be mean!” I whined and playfully hit his left shoulder.

“I said it’s a look. That’s a compliment!” Dan threw his hands up in defence and grinned at me like a fool.

“Okay, then stop flirting with me.” I told him jokingly, probably taking it a little bit too far in an attempt to be funny. He must’ve thought I’m a total loser. To my utter surprise, he blushed. I made Daniel Howell blush!

“I wasn’t trying to flirt with you.” He stuttered wide eyed. His cheeks were still red and he wasn’t concentrating on the game anymore.

“I know.” I assured him. The rush of excitement slowly vanished as I could feel my heart sink. Of course, he wouldn’t flirt with me. I knew that. Why would I expect anything else?

“Yeah, you’re Phil’s sister. I would never.” Dan babbled, trying to make it sound like he was totally revolted about the idea of me and him together.

“I know.” I repeated awkwardly, trying my best to not sound hurt.

“Can we continue-“ I started but Dan cut me off.

“Like, I would never. Phil would hate me - or even kill me. It’s not like I’m interested in you. And you are definitely not into me, right?” He rambled. It seemed like he was trying to convince himself instead of talking to me.

He didn’t even give me the time to answer before he was thinking out loud again.

“You are off limits. One just doesn’t kiss one’s best friend’s sister. Even if I wanted to which I certainly don’t and-“ He stopped himself in the middle of his sentence. His eyes were burning into my skin. We just stared at each other for a second before his lips crashed down on mine.

He was eagerly kissing me, stabilizing my head with his hand. I kissed back, like I had kissed him a million times before. This had to be a dream, right? Suddenly I wasn’t thinking anymore, it was like my brain had shut down and my heart and emotions had taken over. My inside was tingling, and I was nearly bursting with joy.

It was a quick but intense kiss and after we broke apart I was overwhelmed with what had just happened. Did Dan just actually kiss me?

“Didn’t you say you weren’t flirting with me and that you certainly don’t want to kiss me?” I asked Dan and although I wanted to tease him, I had an extremely huge smile on my face.  

“Yeah, that wasn’t exactly true. I was just trying to convince myself, but honestly kissing you is worth getting killed by your brother.” Dan was smiling too and shyly scratching the back of his head.

I just stared at him like a fool and he stared right back. We were both wearing big smiles and I was already fantasizing about kissing him again.

“Don’t tell Phil, but I -“ Dan started, but he was interrupted.

“Don’t tell Phil what?” Phil himself asked with raised eyebrows as he entered the room, looking at Dan and then at me.

Request: Sneak

Request: Could you write one where TFW takes a day off and goes to the pool meanwhile dean and the reader sneak off to the motel room and make out until Sam and Cas walk in and catch them? Thanks:)

Word Count: 1,086


You’re flopped dramatically across the foot of one of the beds, your head dangling from one side and your toes just barely brushing the ground on the other. Your arms are spread-eagle, but the stupid position is for a good cause – trying to cool down in a motel room without air con, when the hottest day of the year is reaching its peak.

Just as your mouth opens to release another complaint about the inhumane heat, the motel room door swings a little further open – you’d left it ajar in the hopes of letting the air circulate, but all it’s doing is pulling the warmth of the day into your shaded sanctuary. You look over to see both brothers coming through the door, immediately taking note of your position but quickly recognising that you’re very much alive, just not willing to move.

“We brought ice-cream. Better get it eaten quick, though, unless you want to drink a puddle.” Dean tosses a box at you, and it lands smack-bang on your stomach, quickly sending icy chills through the thin fabric of your shirt. You sit up, tearing your way into the box like a rabid animal to get to the sweet coolness inside.

“I love you,” You tell him, once a red ice-lolly is stuffed into your mouth, numbing your lips and dripping sweet cherry juice onto your tongue. Dean drops onto the bed beside you, taking the box and digging through it to find a flavour he likes – even he has abandoned his layering ways in favour of a cooler t-shirt today, though he still insisted on jeans, citing his creed on avoiding shorts at all costs.

“Mm-hm, when I’m feeding you.” He grins, pulling out a cola flavoured one and then passing the box to Sam, who quickly selects a cloudy white lemonade flavoured lolly and sets the box in the beer cooler, which is the closest thing to a freezer you’ve managed to find.

You sit in silence for a little while, letting the ice-cool treats bring your temperature down, if only for a little while – hunting isn’t good in the heat. Even the monsters don’t like the warm, and so you declared the day an official vacation – neither brother protested. In fact, all three of you sent an invitation to Cas, though he hasn’t deigned to show his face just yet.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam speaks up from the table at the other side of the room, where he’s reading through a leaflet for the motel that was there when you arrived, and hasn’t even been picked up yet, “Did you know this place had a pool?”

“What?!” You immediately jump at the chance, though your boyfriend doesn’t look quite so enthusiastic, “Why did no-one tell me about this? We’re going.”

You lick the last of the red juice from your lips and toss the stick in the trash, already pulling your bag towards you to search for a long-neglected swimming costume, “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“What will be fun?”

The voice would surprise you if you weren’t so used to its sudden appearance. Instead, you retract your hands from the bag and flash Cas your most winning smile.

“The pool! Cas, have you ever been swimming before?”

He pauses, considering it, “Never for pleasure. But Jimmy Novak did, I’ve seen some of his memories.” He eventually remembers, which only makes you more excited.

“Not the same. C’mon, guys, it’ll be fun. And we can’t deprive our best friend here of an experience like this, can we?”

The brothers share a look – one which means that they clearly know they’re beaten – then nod in acquiescence.


The pool is so cold it’s almost uncomfortable – a welcome respite from the heat of the midday sun – and slightly grubby, but you’re the first to dive in. You spend a while splashing around and diving beneath the surface but eventually pause by the edge, watching Sam and Cas throwing a ball back and forth.

“Nice view?” Dean’s voice comes from behind you, and an arm wraps around your waist. You smirk, turning to him slowly and giving him a shameless once-over.

“Not going to complain.” You reply evenly, resting your hands on his shoulders, “Why? Jealous?”

“Of course not. If that’s my competition, I have nothing to worry about.” He grins, inching his face a little closer to yours, “Y’know, I guess they’ll be out here for a while. And it’s been a long time since we’ve managed to sneak a few minutes alone.”

“I like the way you think, Dean Winchester.”


The heat outside is nothing compared to the heat inside as his hands trace the curve of your hips; your waist, pulling you closer as his lips attack yours again and again, an unrelenting foe that you’re all too happy to submit to. He’s right – it’s been far too long since you’ve been able to slip away and spend some time together – even like this, fully-clothed (as much as you can be, still in damp swimming costumes) and far enough apart that no-one would be too scandalised by the sight of you.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t give in, giving and taking in equal, but extraordinary measures. He’s like nothing you’ve ever known before – every time, you’re shocked by how he sets every nerve in your body alight anew and turns your muscles to jelly. Nothing around you exists, nothing needs to exist, other than him and you – that is, until he pulls back.

You whine, protesting the loss, but quickly realise that he’s looking sharply in another direction, his eyes no longer on you. You follow his gaze, your face burning when you realise that Sam and Cas are stood in the doorway, wearing identical expressions of surprise.

“Sorry. I didn’t realise we were interrupting something.” Sam offers.

“You aren’t, don’t wo-“

“Just a little.” You and Dean speak at the same time, but you carefully move off of Dean nonetheless and stretch your legs out on the bed.

“Sorry. God loves a trier.” You grin sheepishly, manging to get a laugh from both brothers. Sam nods slowly, before tugging Cas’ arm.

“I just… we’re gonna go… I think I’m gonna teach Cas about the wonders of inflatable rings. You guys be safe.”

And with that he’s gone, closing the door behind them a little harder than necessary. Dean rolls his eyes, then pulls you back towards him, winking mischievously.

“Now that’s done with…” He smirks, shamelessly looking you up and down, “Where were we?”

High and Low

this is for soma week 2017 day 1: confession! i asked for prompts and @whos-that-foxi-lady said: “maka being fascinated with the way Soul sings when he thinks no one is listening.” so here you go! warnings for swearing and mentions of blood and an accident.  

She’s hooked on the way he sings when he thinks no one’s listening. Dress skirt bunched up in her hands, she stands a safe distance away from his rolled-down car window, steeping in his voice’s melancholic highs and lows. The moments before he notices her and cuts himself off are brief but glorious and leave her heart full.

In this newfound silence, she offers a gentle smile and takes in his neatly parted hair, pressed blazer, and black bowtie. The vulnerability on his face is divine, a privilege to witness. Her fondness for him deepens even more than she thought it ever could. “Hey, you. You look nice.”


“No problem. Can I climb in?”


Sliding into the passenger seat is instinct to Maka, who probably knows the car better than Soul because she keeps up with its maintenance schedule for him. Together they’ve added roughly twenty thousand miles to the odometer during the last year he’s had it, going on day trips each Saturday, cruising the streets until curfew when one of them wants to get out of their house and needs the other’s company. Even when they’re deep in their own thoughts, they’re together, which is how Maka knows she’s needed right now.

After all, she only catches Soul singing when he’s fighting off an extreme emotion.  

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Can't Be In Love

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader (sort of)

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Summary: Reader is in love with Dean and wants to let him know, but he can’t accept it.

Warnings: Angst, a particle of fluff but mostly Angst. Sorry, kiddos. *runs and hides*

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @iwriteaboutdean‘s 90′s Baby Challenge. My song was “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden. Thank you, sweetheart for giving me an extension. You’re so damn patient with me. I hope you all like it. *hides face* Feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

Can’t Be In Love

It’s so heartbreaking to see the one person you care so much about, hate everything they are. Their mere existence plagues them, almost wishing they could meet their untimely death just to cease to exist.

It’s the burning hatred for one’s self that quenches everything you held so dearly to. It devours it and leaves nothing but a dark void inside you. There’s nothing left. Only loneliness and destruction.

That’s what Dean presented to me every time I tried to get close to him. It never failed. Right at the moment when I saw a crack in that wall he loved to put up whenever things got too intimate, he would either pull away or just walk off, cutting the moment short.

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White Roses Chapter Two: Lunch Date

Chapter Summary: You invite Jared over to your place for lunch, can you let go of your past this time?

A/N: I am sorry that I never specified! But this series will probably only be updated once or twice a week. I really want to be sure that it’s good quality and in order to do that I have to spend a little bit longer writing it. <3

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of language, content?

Word Count: 2.1k


Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

“I’ll call you,” he started, “or you can call me, if you want.”

“Okay.” you smiled before leaning in and placing one more chaste kiss to his lips.

You got up slowly and walked to your door, waving at Jared as he pulled away, and sighing when you let everything sink in.

You really liked Jared. But you couldn’t let your past with Chris get in the way. Unfortunately, it felt like it would.


The next few days were spent texting Jared whenever you could. Or, however often you would allow yourself. You wouldn’t let yourself text him back too fast, and you had to be sure that you didn’t come off too excited whenever you did text him.

But he’d been asking when he could see you again outside of the coffee shop, so you waited until you both had a day off and you put your fears aside; as best as you could anyway.

It was another beautiful day, almost as beautiful the day that Jared asked you out, only slightly cooler. You had your living room window cracked as you frantically cleaned your small house, getting things ready for Jared to come over for lunch.

Why did I invite him over? You asked yourself. You weren’t a very messy person, but you weren’t particularly a clean one either. You had started some chicken noodle soup that morning so that it could cook while you cleaned; but it was almost done, and Jared would be there within the hour.

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Question Of Mortality

Edward Cullen imagine requested by anon! “Yo what up… could you pretty please write an imagine where the reader decides not to turn, Edward wasn’t pressuring her at all, but she concludes that she’s happy with this one life. And he completely supports her and promises to love her till she dies. Literally. And it’s just so fluffy, with lots of kisses and the most gentlemanly Edward. But like a little angst cuz that’s like a huge decision. Basically I’d like for her to remain human,but still love Edward more than anything. Thanks babe!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: This imagine alludes briefly (and mostly in vague reference) to Edward’s Volterra plans in the fashion of the first chapters of New Moon.

It wasn’t presented as a question, the lack or presence of your fragile mortality; Edward had been very careful with his wording when the subject was brought to your attention. With his hands in his lap, slender fingers toying with a fraying strand of denim that had separated from the edge of a tear at your crossed knee, he had spoken of your upcoming birthday. His butterscotch eyes had remained on the fabric, feigning unfathomable intrigue as he casually inquired as to what you might be wanting on such a spectacular occasion as the anniversary of your birth. It was unlike him to avoid your eye when he spoke; he was very much in love with your eyes, and continuously brought up their otherworldly beauty, sounding very much the Romeo type as he sang their praises. He exaggerated frequently. Still, he voiced his supposedly absentminded (though he rarely ever acted without first thinking) reminder of your aging body, without once meeting your eye, and allowed his simple words to begin their workings within your head. When you were quiet, he lifted his gaze, his golden eyes wandering over your face before finally locking on yours. His face was nearly empty of all emotion, vulnerable in the simplicity of his expression, waiting for you to set the mood. When he spoke, he spoke with a voice just supported enough to reach your ears, his velvet tone carried to your heart on a whisper, his lips curling in a sideways grin.

“Don’t even try to tell me you don’t want a present. You ought to be celebrated. Another year alive, especially considering the company you keep, is no small feat.” You dropped your gaze, watching as Edwards hand slipped seamlessly to your palm, his fingers lacing with yours. His temperature was noticeably cooler than your own, glinting dimly as the evening sunlight shone through the glass that stood as his fourth wall. You traced your fingertips along the backside of his hand, running over bone that had calcified and strengthened a century ago, over skin that was impenetrable by any means other than the teeth of his immortal enemies. You flipped his hand over, detaching yourself from him save the contact you kept with your fingers, tracing along the smooth lines of his palm, winding down to his wrist, and pausing briefly where his pulse ought to be. You found no such beating, no telltale thrumming of life… and yet he sat before you as mobile and lively as any regular man. Edward’s perceptive eyes, amplified by the venom that coursed through his system, caught your hesitation, noting the location your fingertips had lingered just a second longer than they had the rest of his hand. He pursed his lips, his eyes calling out for your own and receiving no reaction. “Still don’t have one, I’m afraid,” he whispered, speaking cautiously. When next you spoke, you spoke without hesitation, a burning question on your mind screaming with all intensity to be heard aloud.

“Do you want me to be turned?” He froze, as only a vampire could, his hand resting in your palm more like a fragmented statue than a man. Your eyes found his, finding his face unchanged, remaining blank to avoid pushing you in one direction or the other. He was as neutral as they came, Switzerland in the flesh, his snowy skin and frigid temperature further proof. Your silence clung to the air like dewdrops on grass, your words hanging in uncharted territory, untouched by man, beast, and everything in between. Your breath polluted the air like carbon, lingering heavily, suffocatingly, in the space between your chests. “Edward, do you want me to become a vampire?” You repeated, your choice words allowing no misinterpretation. He thawed slightly at the word, but he didn’t move to speak. Again, you tried for an answer, hoping your insistence would provoke a response. “Edward, do you want me to become a vampire?” He shifted some before you, turning your hand in his until your roles were reversed, his icy fingertip tracing the grooves of your palm, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

“I only want you to be happy, Y/n. The choice is yours. I host no preferences other than remaining by your side,” his eyes bored into yours, his golden irises gleaming like polishes copper. “As long as you’ll have me, of course.” You rolled your eyes at his unbiased reply, pulling your hand easily from his hold, though you knew he could have kept you there without so much as flexing a muscle.

“That’s not what I asked you, Edward. I didn’t ask if you wanted me happy or unhappy, or if you thought for a second that I might send you away on a whim. This is quite possibly the worst time you could have selected to beat around the bush. I asked you, very specifically I might add, if you wanted me to become a vampire. The answer is a lot simpler than you’re making it seem.” Edward paused, his eyes searching quickly for open routes through which to approach the conversation without so much as hinting at his partiality to specific outcomes and opinions.

“It’s not about what I want, Y/n. It’s your mortality we’re discussing, not mine. And before you make another dig about how I haven’t answered your question properly… if I had the choice, Y/n, I can honestly tell you that I don’t have a preference. In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to change for me. We would both grow old together, get married and have children like regular people, we’d be buried by those children side by side, our bones would torn to dust and we’d be forgotten… but I do not have the luxury of such a choice. I know what this… life,” he chose the word tentatively, hyper-aware of the impact his words would have on your ability to decide, “has to offer. I know the upsides and the struggles rather well. I also remember my human life, the joys and memories, the process of aging. It is not my decision whether or not you remain human. I don’t ever want to see you go through the pain of transformation, nor do I want to rob you of a naturally progressing human life. If that means I live by your side in the public eye as a boyfriend, a husband, a brother, a son, a grandson even, I’m more than happy to do it. I signed up for you, for every variation of you, every stage of your life. If you don’t want that life for us, if you wish to be a part of this family in a more… permanent sense, I have my conditions.” You pursed your lips, your brain hardly working beyond the sense to comprehend the words as they flew from Edward’s rosy lips.

“Which would be?” you questioned, eager to keep your mind off of the conclusion you could feel drawing up from deep within your chest. Edward grinned, leaning forward to press his lips to your cheekbone, his lips hovering just beside your ear. He breathed his response, his cool breath raising the hairs along the back of your neck.

“I’d like to marry you, first. You’d be a Cullen before you were a Cullen, if you catch my drift. Also, I hear matrimony is an excellent method of testing whether or not you’re content to be forever tied to another person. It seems… a natural approach in my mind. I’d also get to buy you something for your birthday, or the anniversary of your birthday after you stop aging, and you wouldn’t be allowed to complain.” You lifted your eyebrow, wordlessly asking whether or not he had the nerve to continue. He beamed at you, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was holding something back from you. You held his gaze, waiting for him to speak his mind, daring him to remain quiet. Edward inhaled slowly, his expression falling a fraction of an inch. “You wouldn’t be able to have children, of course. Either route you choose, if you decide to stay with me, your genetic line will disintegrate. Your parents won’t see your grandchildren. That is, of course, a hazard of this relationship… but if you were to change, you wouldn’t be able to carry a child. When the body is frozen in this way, never changing, it becomes impossible. At least, as a human, you could… conceive… just not with me.” You perked up in your seat, your hand on his shoulder both steadying yourself and pushing him away.

“How is that even a thought? You think I’d throw everything away to have a kid? That I’d want a child, someone else’s child? Edward, I’d only want a child, or… children, if you were the father. It’s not enough that they’d be mine. How can you even think-” Edward spoke up, cutting you off.

“You’d be surprised. If Rosalie found out that she could have a child, but that Emmett wouldn’t be the father, I’m almost certain she’d jump at the opportunity. Ideally, the child would be hers and Emmett’s, genetically at least, but she may even bend for Emmett to have a child without her. I’m not sure the mother would live long afterwards, what with Rose’s theatrics and her paranoia, but… it might surprise you, Y/n, and I’d rather you thought about it now and weighed your options than see you mourn children you’re unable to bring into the world fifty years from now.” You were finding it difficult to speak as the reality of your choice polluted your mind. You were thankful, at least for now, that Edward had sworn-off reading your mind completely, that you had made such a fuss of his habits that he would be beside himself with guilt if he so much as peeked inside your mind.

“Edward… what would you do if… if I decided to stay human, hypothetically… what would you do when I died?” He spoke so quickly that it startled you, his words flowing completely void of hesitation.

“I suppose I would travel to Volterra, lift a car over my head, and wait for the Volturi to descend. I might provoke a nomad or two. Maybe Rosalie would put me out of my misery if I tore a chunk out of her hair.” A steady hiss sounded from the floor below you, a threatening reminder that the vampire in question could hear your every word. Edward rolled his eyes, smirking in your direction. “I’m sure you’ll convince me otherwise with some sort of deathbed promise, which I would be duty-bound to obey. In truth, Carlisle would never let me do anything of the sort. I suppose I’d be stuck here, miserable, until I crumbled to pieces,” his playful expression faded immediately when he saw the depth behind your eyes.

“I… I think I want to stay human. I don’t know if I can… I’m not sure I could risk, I don’t know, killing someone, or staying inside when it’s light out. I don’t know, Edward, I just… I’m going to have to bury my parents either way, I know, but to be unable to attend their funeral because I had to fake my own death? Or watching my family grow old from a distance, being unable to reach out and touch them because I might snap their neck? And, God, don’t you ever wonder what you would’ve looked like at twenty? Thirty, forty, seventy? And the children… I know it isn’t possible for us, Edward, but who says we can’t adopt, have it be ours in a little way, not just mine and… some stranger from a sperm bank? Would it be so bad to have one lifetime together?” He smiled dimly, content for the moment to see you preserve your human life but internally at war with your decision.

“I’d love you either way. There’s nothing you could do to sway my affections in a negative manner, nothing you could say to me that would send me away. Until your dying breath, I will love each and every part of you, each line and wrinkle that creases your skin, every step and breath you take. I’m yours until the very end, Y/n. The amount of time we have together is limitless either way. Esme will be distraught, though, so don’t go telling her just yet. She might like pretending to be your sister down the road.” You smiled warmly, watching his butterscotch eyes pool with love as he looked upon your face. You crawled forward into his arms, your lips meeting fluidly with his own, your hands winding around his solid, unchanging neck as you melted into his embrace. Edward’s lips traveled down your neck, along your jawline, over the edges of your cheekbones and over your eyelids, his hands ravishing your waist as he moved to your forehead and dropped swiftly back to your mouth. When finally you parted, your breath rushing in like water from a broken floodgate, your heart hammering within your chest, you found enough space to mutter a few words before Edward had descended on your lips once more.

“When I die, I need you alive to write every single memory we shared down, Edward. I don’t care if it’s a thousand pages or ten thousand pages. You’re not going anywhere until you’ve got journals stacked to the ceilings and our story is finished. Ten years, twenty years, or two years after my death, Edward Cullen, I want you to be so happy looking back on those memories that you forget you ever thought about provoking Rosalie Hale-” his lips crashed against yours, his smile present even with his mouth pressed so firmly against your own, his whispered oath of “I love you, I love you,” spoken at every opportunity, stolen between breaths, your heart as alive in your chest as his was not. Hopefully, you thought, you would remain this way for your small slice of forever.

Miss Me? - Part One

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his

Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :)
A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)
(Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)

Supernatural Masterlist

(gif not mine yo)

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

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One Dance (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Losing your friends at a Drake concert doesn’t turn out so bad after all.

Warnings: eh none

A/N: I saw Drake last month and it was basically this imagine only Ethan wasn’t there :( still it was literally the best night of my life. I’m thinking about doing a continuation/part two to this but it would probably just be pure smut, let me know what you think and leave requests!

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Zootopia Take A Stand: Star of Ceartais Ch.8- First Step and First Stumble

(AN/ I’m Back! After a 2 week break I’m back with a new chapter, sorry about the delay but university work and family problems caused the break last week. Thank you to everyone who liked, faved, followed, reblogged and reviewed the last chapter. A Big thank you to helthehatter for letting me use her OCs in this chapter and my my heartfelt thanks to the development team who have continued to support me through this difficult time and Ta’ to @nick-and-judy-daily for beta reading this and adding the spanish section. Quick note, all the art and comics for this series now has a dedicated tumblr; zootopia-take-a-stand-art so without further ado lets get cracking with this chapter…)

Here’s the link…

Chapter 8- First step and first stumble.

By the time Robyn woke up at 9am her parents had already left for work, the apartment had the lingering welcome smell of veggie stew as she ate some cereal at the dining table, as she munched on her favourite chocolate cereal Robyn was sorting her muddled thoughts on three very different subjects; the buzz of saying I love you to Hannah last night, Kodi suggestion of becoming a super hero and the fear of Luna’s mysterious invitation to the Dawson Tech building. It was the strangest thing when Luna just asked out of the blue to come to Olivia’s lab, when Robyn had asked why her big sister replied “We just want to make sure the medicine I gave you caused no side effects.” I mean, what the hell? Robyn thought as she ate her breakfast She asks about the medicine the day I found out I have powers, it way too big of a coincidence.

She’d have to discuss it with Hannah and Kodi today, the wolf was picking up Kion, Hannah and herself in his newly acquired pick up truck and head to the Sherwood community centre for another day of volunteering. As Robyn finished her breakfast and put her bowl in the sink she asked herself mentally Should we tell Kion what’s going on? Even though he was older than his three friends he was kind and wise beyond his years, he was sort of the cooler older brother of the gang, it felt wrong to keep him in the dark but on the other hand it seemed unfair to pile any more stress onto the already troubled lion. “Not yet.” Robyn told herself as she went to get changed out of her PJs.

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Mr. Sunshine (Ethan) Part Two

Summary: It’s summer in Aruba and you’ve just landed a job at the most swanky hotel on the island, Riu Palace. It seems to be shaping up to be a pretty good summer with surfing, parties, bonfires and midnight swims. You were, however, not prepared for a certain brunette boy to show you the ways of living life.
Word Count: 2,464
Warnings: None.
A/N: The first part was more for you guys to get to know the characters. Hopefully you’ll love this one! And thank you SO much for 800 followers, I love you guys so so much xx


Later on that night, you were standing in front of your floor to ceiling mirror, observing your white tunic dress. It was rather short but you had swimwear underneath it and it was adorable so you nodded in satisfaction, running your fingers through your hair as you stared at yourself.

A knock sounded through the door and you didn’t have to wait for long before Michelle came bursting through the door, grinning like she had just won the lottery when she spotted you. You raised an amused eyebrow at her, wondering what was wrong with her. It was when you bent over, the open palm of your hand supporting your weight on the wall, slipping on your sandals that she opened her mouth.

“You’re wearing your fuck me dress.” She said and you almost slipped, catching yourself in the last second with a gasp.

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Pride Month Prompts 6/30: Discovery

Fandom: Be More Chill

Relationship: RichJake


Fuckkkkkkk I had no inspiration whatsoeverrrrr. It’s hard because I love this ship but there isn’t a lot of fanfiction or art about it. There is some. But man I need to write more because this was fun, al though it took me like a week to get it done. Lets hope I can get the others done and catch up.

Rich didn’t like to think about freshman year. It was a… difficult time for him.

He had just moved after his dad re-married and his brother moving out. It was a whole new school and he knew absolutely no one. He also had that horrible lisp that even annoyed his dad. He was just… a burden to everyone.

Being introduced to the Squip that summer was like a dream come true. He had everything, no lisp. Places to go other than home. And…


Jake was probably the best thing the Squip had ever done for him. Jake was the coolest guy there was. He was nice, friendly, and handsome.

Really handsome.

But he didn’t really think that. His Squip wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t even recognize he had thought about this way about Jake. But of course, there had been… one occasion.

Rich remembered the first night Jake invited him over. Jake didn’t like to talk about his house that often. The Squip told Rich not to push it. So when he offered both Rich and his Squip thought this would do something to make them seem cooler. Being at Jake Dillinger’s house.

When Rich was invited in, he immediately took notice that the house seemed very… empty. Like there hadn’t been anyone in it for awhile. Jake himself seemed… quiet. Sure, Jake wasn’t the most… talkative on the planet. But he had this sad look in his eyes.

‘Don’t make it awkward.’ The Squip told him.

“So… what do you wanna do?” Rich asked.

The Squip groaned, 'That’s what I told you NOT to do.’

“You aren’t going to ask questions?” Jake asked.

'Well, we could. Find out, then use that to climb the-’

'No’ Rich thought to the Squip. 'Jake isn’t a bad dude. Maybe I’m fine where I am. Just… take care of my lisp and let me see if I can handle this.’

There was silence in his head but then, 'Don’t mess up kid, it was hard pulling you out from where you were before. It’ll be much harder to do again.’

'I can do this. Just be more chill.’


“Sorry, I spaced. But, no dude. That’s something you decide to tell me. Not me to ask.” Rich said.

“Really?” Jake asked.

“Well, yeah. It must be hard to think about right? Lets do something and… get your mind off it.” Rich said.

Jake smiled, it was this small smile but it still showed off Jakes only dimple. Rich couldn’t help but smile back, his heart doing a small flip.

'I don’t think that you want to keep thinking about Jake like that.’ He heard the Squip whisper.

'What do you mean?’


That night, they played video games and Rich ended up sleeping over that night. Which Rich tried not to show how grateful he was that he didn’t have to go home that night.

The only thing the Squip couldn’t improve was his family life. His step-mom didn’t really care about him and his dad became a really bad alcoholic. The best the Squip could do was help him avoid his dad. But it would eventually not work.

Meaningless to say, Rich was glad that the Squip can hide scars pretty well.

Rich didn’t know what to think though, when Jake had called him his best friend.

'Well, congratulations. You are at one of the top places in the social latter.’ The Squip told him that night.

“Yeah…” Rich didn’t know why, but when he was alone he liked to speak to the Squip directly. Made him feel a little less alone.

'What’s with the tone?’

“It just… sucks.” Rich admitted.

'What? Being popular? But that’s what you-’

“No! That… Jake is this amazing perfect guy. Thinks I’m his best friend, but I’m not even myself around him.” Rich said.

'But you are.’

“But I’m not! I just… do what would be cool, say what would be cool. Do what you want me to do.” Rich said.

'But that’s a good thing. Being cool is who you want to be. As long as you keep going, cool is who you’ll be and it will no longer be pretending. It will be apart of you.’

“But maybe I don’t want that.”

'Trust me. You do. Without me, there would be no Jake. Besides, you are having fun. You are happy right?’

“Well, yeah.”

'Then that means it’s working. You would be hopeless without me.’

“Yeah… I guess so.”

It would continue on. Rich doing stuff he really didn’t like. Having sex, bullying others, smoking.

He also did his best to not be around alcohol. His Squip wouldn’t work if he didn’t have it. And the lisp would come back, it also reminded him too much of his wasted dad. But he made an exception for Jake.

'Are you sure you want to do this?’

“I mean… it’s Jake. I know that I started talking to him because of you. But he is actually a nice guy! And if I’m his best friend, then he won’t throw me under the bus!”

'If you say so. Be warned. I can’t do anything.’

“I know.”

When he went to Jake’s for the night. Jake asked him to provide the alcohol. Which was easy for Rich to say the least. There were tons in his house. He was sure that his dad wouldn’t notice.

“Woah dude. How’d you get that much?” Jake asked when he opened the door to see Rich with his plastic bag full of beer.

'Play it off. Don’t let him know.’

“Don’t worry about it. Lets get drunk off our asses.”

After Jake let him in, Rich immediately sat on the nice white couch and dug into his bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol.

“Heads up!” He called, he tossed the bottle to Jack who, to no surprise, caught it with little to no effort.

“Thanks dude.” Jake said, opening the bottle and taking a sip.

Rich got out a bottle of his own. And with a little hesitation took a sip of his own.

It didn’t really take too long for him to get drunk.

“Dude you are fucking hysterical!” Jake and him were both lying on the couch. Laughing their heads off. “If I had known getting you drunk would have you act like this, I would’ve done it sooner!”

“Yeah bro! Let get drunk more often!” Rich tried to purposely avoid the S which just caused him to sound more drunk.

“Can you not say your Ss while your drunk or something?” Jake asked taking another swing on his second bottle.

Rich stayed silent. Trying to think of a way to get out of this.


“I can’t.” Rich confessed.

“Can’t what? Say your Ss?”

“Yeah… I have been… avoiding it. I have a…”


“No no, it'th-” Rich covered his mouth.

“What?” Jake sat up from his position. Leaning down to look at Rich. Rich could see the bright blue eyes that he rarely saw and his semi-scruffy hair, Rich kinda wanted to run his hands through it.

“C'mon, its alright. I won’t judge you.” Rich removed his hands. “Too hard.”

Rich snorted and punches his shoulder. Grinning wide, unknowingly showing off the gap in his teeth as he laughed. He looked up to see Jake staring at his mouth.

“Oh.” Rich said, he looked away embarrassed.

“No, wait. You have a lisp?” Jake asked.

“I-it only… when I’m drunk…” Rich said.

“Hey dude, it’s nothing to worry about. C'mon. Let it out.” Jake said. Man, Jake was always so nice. Non-judgemental. It was really… great. Admirable in every way.

“What sthuld I sthay?” Rich jokingly with a grin. What Rich wasn’t expecting was a deep blush to cover Jake’s face.

“H-holy shit. That's… actually really cute.” Jake said. Rich immediately felt his cheeks rise up in temperature.

“Ah! I'm…” Rich was about to apologize, jeez this is embarrassing, but he can’t without letting the lisp

“No! Don’t apologize. I mean, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. People have their quirks when they are drunk.” Jake said. “You just get a cute lisp, I bet it’ll attract all the ladies.” Jake grinned at the end of that statement.

'And the guys…’ Rich couldn’t help but think.



No, no, Rich wasn’t gay! Or bi! Or whatever the correct term would be to suddenly have gay feelings for your best friend.

Oh god.

But… looking up at Jake’s bright eyes and his perfect hair. It didn’t really seem to be a bad thing the more he thought about it.

But once Rich had gone home and went to sleep. The Squip made it seem like a dream. That it never happened. Rich couldn’t miss it because he didn’t even had known it had happened!

It was just the tipping block into everything else that began to crumble around him.

The shocks that his Squip gave him used to be far and rarely used. He has scars but he usually listened to his Squip, relied so heavily that it didn’t happen too often.

But after that forgotten night, it seemed to Rich that his Squip wanted more. More obedience. And honestly Rich had no idea why. But when he didn’t get the exact phrasing right he would get shocked. If he ever talked back.

It just got worse and worse after Rich recommended it to Jeremy. As the months drew on, he was feeling more and more scared of the Squip. He didn’t know if something was wrong with it or not but Rich just decided it was worth having to suffer through instead of his old life.

'Alone… worthless… unnoticed…’ The Squip would sometimes whisper.

The Halloween party just was the breaking point. He barely knew what he was doing, he just wanted it out! He didn’t want to hear the chanting in his ears. He didn’t want to be controlled. He wanted to be… himself.

So was it so insane that when the house burnt down and the voice stopped. That he was happy? What kind of maniac would think that?

Being in the hospital was not fun, but his brother who hadn’t seen in almost 3 years came. Brought him a teddy bear that said to get well. Rich was glad at least one person cared enough to visit him, other then blowing it up on social media about how much they missed him. As told to him by anti-social headphones kid.

That guy came in a lot for Jeremy. Were they dating? It really looked like it. But it was nice to somewhat have someone to talk to. Even though it wasn’t much. Anti-social is right.

But as Jeremy woke up, he was glad to finally express that the Squip was finally gone. Although Rich had it for much longer than Jeremy, Rich was glad someone could kind of understand.

“Now all the ladies will get to know the REAL Richard Gornaski…”

That’s when the memory came in. Jake’s eyes, his laugh, and the fact that Jake thinking his lisp was… and even…

“And the dudes… oh my god I’m totally bi!”

And that was the happiest he had been in along time.

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Yoongi seeing you the first time in front of the wedding altar

Wedding Day

Genre: fluff

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Words: 1.2k

Notes: I don’t believe in getting married, but here you go. It was a good excuse to check Vera Wang’s summer collection :) I hope it doesn’t suck, because… i’m not too inspired to write lately, but I’m trying to finish the drabbles slowly :)

Yoongi still remembered every detail of that day. The soft breeze waltzing through an emerald ocean of grass, pregnant with a vernal scent, of sun and wild roses and the petrichor aroma that still lingered to the earth. He could still see himself waking up that morning, heart stuck at the back of his throat, palpitating wildly; he could feel your absence in his fingertips when he caressed the silken bedsheets, in search of your warmth.

The day had passed by as in a dream, surrounded by family and friends. His father helped him prepare. He was there to fix his bowtie and button his shirt correctly, for his fingers trembled so much he had slid each button in the wrong hole.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to find the altar, son?” He said, smiling in that unique way he had always reserved for his younger son. “You seem to be a bit… nervous.”

“I’m terrified, Dad.” Yoongi smiled back, weekly, kicking the floor softly with the tip of his shoe. “I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.”

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Too Tired to Care

The boys and the reader come back from a difficult hunt only to find out that Dean feels she has worn our her welcome. Dean realizes he really went past a line when Sam tells him that she’s gone. 

Dean and Reader, Sam, Jody, Alex and Claire

Warnings: SMUT, Dean being a dick, Dean feeling sad, happy reunion, fluff

Ready for Love Bad Company

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Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

              I hated hunting, I always told myself that I was making a difference but after the most recent hunt and a few choice words that were hurled in my direction by Dean I was done with his anger. So, once we finally made it home I grabbed my bag and rushed to my room locking the door for some privacy. Thank god, I found a room with a bathroom attached so then I didn’t have to leave my room. I quickly got out of my clothes and let the hot water wash away the dirt of the hunt. I was exhausted and I just can’t stop the words running through my head. I couldn’t believe Dean had torn into me that way. Once I got out of the shower I knew I would need stitches, so I grabbed my med kit and sewed myself up Pretty good.

              I wrapped my thigh then got into bed hoping I could sleep well but my nightmares had another idea. I shot out of bed with tears running down my face my body shaking violently. I could feel a panic attack coming on, so I put on a pair of jeans and grabbed my phone and keys. I needed to go for a ride, clear my head. I saw the lights in the library on and heard arguing between the brothers. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you but you sunk to a pretty low level!” “I don’t care anymore! We were fine before she attached herself to us! I can’t do my job when I have to be a babysitter” I couldn’t listen anymore so I quietly went back to my room locking the door again and packing up everything I owned which wasn’t much.

              I waited until the coast was clear and got out as fast as I could. I wasn’t going to stay when I wasn’t wanted. I got out of there quickly and found a hotel after driving for a while. I decided to call Jody and see if I could stay with her for little bit and she was happy to help me out. I disabled the gps on my phone deciding once I made it safely I would get a new number so I could disappear quickly. I shut my phone off for the night and tried to get as much sleep as I could. The brothers were the only family I knew of and now I was alone, no one to lean on when I needed to. I fell asleep quickly hoping I could get a few hours of rest.


              After what had happened last night I decided to check on (name) to see how she was holding up. I knocked on the door but the door creaked open and I saw the room was bare no sign of her ever being there. I grabbed my laptop when I saw Jody calling me, so I answered and listened as Jody told him that (name) would be staying with her. She also wanted to strangle Dean for what he had said to her. We ended the call and I just sat there wishing I would have known when she left. My thoughts were interrupted when Dean had come in looking like he hadn’t gotten any sleep.

              “Is (name) up yet? I need to talk to her” “She’s gone Dean, packed her things last night” He started tearing up and I had realized that he was really kicking himself for what had happened. “She’s staying with Jody until she decides what the next step is” “I need to go to her, I have to apologize” “Dean, I understand but give her some space” he just nodded and I could see the tears building in his eyes. I hope this makes him understand that words can hurt than any physical injury could.

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              Once I had made it to Jody’s, she told me she had called Sam to let him know I was safe and sound. I thanked her and felt some relief that they knew I was safe and I just wanted to be left alone. I decided to get a shower and collapse into bed, I was exhausted and needed the rest. Since it was summer I went to the closest superstore and bought a blow-up pool and a few other things to enjoy while it was warm. I slammed on the brakes when I saw the Impala parked in the driveway as well as Jody’s truck. I let out a sigh and parked on the grass ready to face whatever was waiting for me.

              “I’m home! I could use some help unloading the truck I got some really cool…” I stopped in tracks to see Sam and Dean talking with the girls. I just shook my head and walked back out, getting back into my truck and speeding away. I pulled into a park and got out finding a bench overlooking the city, wishing I could just disappear. I heard the rumble of baby and really hoped that it was Sam, but of course I was wrong. Dean sat down next to me and it took all my strength to pretend he wasn’t there.

              “(Name) I am so sorry, I should have never said that to you” I could feel the tears building in my eyes “You know I woke up in a full-on panic attack, so I walked out to talk to Sam then I got to hear your conversation. I decided to leave at that point because I knew I had worn out my welcome” I took a chance to look over at him and saw the tears steadily falling down his face. I moved over next to him and snuggled into his shoulder.

              “I figured if I made you hate me then you wouldn’t have a bullseye on your back” “I’m a hunter I already have a bullseye on my back” “Let me make it up to you, please?” I could see he was really punishing himself with what he had said, so I slowly nodded and saw a smile appear on his face.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me to baby opening the passenger door for me to get in, then walked around the other side getting into the driver’s side.

              He started the car hearing the purr of her engine then hearing the soft sounds of classic rock playing through the speakers. It was late afternoon and I hadn’t eaten all day, then my stomach deceived me by growling in protest. He just chuckled and pulled into a diner “wait right here”. He walked in then came back out with a plastic bag full of Styrofoam boxes.

              We pulled back out and he kept driving until we pulled off onto a dirt road. He parked under a weeping willow, the branches creating a curtain around us. He grabbed a huge blanket and cooler out of the trunk, then pulled me out to join him. We ate in silence enjoying the beauty of the day and the possibility of going back home. I laid back on the blanket enjoying the summer breeze gently blowing, and creating the perfect environment.

              I saw Dean lay next to me then to his side, leaning over me his hand gently caressing my face. I grabbed onto his neck pulling him down to me kissing him lightly hoping I wasn’t pushing my luck. He immediately kissed back rolling to fit his hips between my legs. We laid there forever slowly kissing, we got as close as we could to each other. “Baby I really need you, I’ve been so lost without you there” “God yes Dean” Just then we heard a clap of thunder then a down pour of rain. We quickly picked everything up and got into the back of baby.

              “Before we get any further I should ask if this is real or a one night only thing” “This is real baby, I want it all with you, only if you want” “I’ve waited so long to hear that” He pulled me into his lap and put his lips next to my ear. “I love you so much, and when you’re ready I’m going to make you a Winchester” I touched the side of his face kissing him “I love you more and I can’t wait for that day” He lowered onto the leather seat kissing and biting at my neck while he pushed my shirt up revealing my stomach and breasts.

              He threw the shirt in the front seat then moving down to my shoulder then the valley between my breasts. He reached my belly button then to my waistline, he looked up asking silent permission as I nodded giving him go ahead. He slowly unbuttoned my shorts pulling them and my panties down with them showing my most intimate parts, absolutely dripping with arousal. He pushed me up to sitting up with his head between my thighs kissing everywhere except where I wanted him. After enough build up he finally swiped his tongue through my folds making me gasp.

              He sent me over the edge quickly, nearly blacking out from the pleasure he had caused. He then inserted one finger then two, massaging my inner walls to where I had gushed on his hand shaking from the intensity of the second orgasm. He pulled me down next to him both of us on our sides facing each other. “Damn baby, you are so hot when you cum” I kissed him passionately then feeling his tongue swipe at my lower lip, then giving him access to do whatever he wanted. He grabbed my leg and swung it over my hip, then slowly filling me up until he was completely inside me. “God Dean you feel so good, make love to me baby”

              Dean went very slow, letting us feel each other and memorize every little thing we love about each other. Showing each other how much we loved each other, talking silently to the sweetness and passionate love making. Once I felt him let go, I had cum as well, holding each other’s trembling bodies letting the pleasure roll like waves. He grabbed the blanket from the front seat and covered us both quickly falling asleep to sound of Dean’s heartbeat.

              I woke up to the sun shining and Dean next to me still asleep, the sun rays hit him just right making his tanned skin glow more. “it’s not nice to stare sweetheart” he cracked one eye open and I just bit my lip and shrugged. He pulled me close kissing lightly “bighting your lip is my job baby” I just giggled and snuggled into him. His cell phone started ringing and more than likely it was Sam calling to see if we’re ok. “Hey Sammy” “Yeah she’s right here next to me” “You’ll need to give us a few moments we’re quite naked right now. “Hey! You told me to tell her and I did” “Yeah whatever, bitch” He hung up and looked at me.

              “Sam found a case, you up for it?” “If I’m with you, of course!” We got dressed and drove back to Jody’s. I decided to leave my truck with them for now, and told them they could have the summer things I had gotten and the girls acted like it was Christmas morning. Once I had gotten my bag in the trunk I grabbed a pillow and had the blanket from last night. I leaned against baby and waited for the boys to join me. “You ready baby?” “More than ever” He kissed me lightly and smiled. I got into the back and snuggled into the back seat falling asleep quickly. This is going to be the start of something amazing.

Shadow people (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: Can you do a Damian x reader where the reader is a league of shadows member and is coincidentally has shadow powers. And she is sent to kill him and she almost beats him and then they started dating and kept it secret for a few years and his brothers only find out after they get engaged. And she freaks them out with her powers and skills and stuff
Summary: After a nearly lethal fight, you end up dating and getting engaged to the target. 
Word count: 705
Warning(s): fighting, mention of blood

You were sent to rid of Damian Wayne, aka Robin. He had become a nuisance to the criminal world and people wanted to get rid of him. You blinded him with your shadows. Engulfing him, and then taking it away, giving him night blindness, not giving him enough time to get his eyes adjusted. With each change of lighting, you got a hit on him.

Oh he was skilled, and could still hear where the noise of your footsteps were coming from, but that gave him barely enough time to defend himself. Bravely, as any al Ghul, he kept going, getting a hit in every once in awhile. But he was getting weak, unable to fight any longer.

Another kick in the stomach, an elbow to the nose, a punch to the side of the head, he didn’t have much of a chance, he went toppling down, his breathing labored.

I don’t want to do this,” You whisper, more to yourself then anything else. “You don’t have to,” He says, coughing blood, face covered in grime and blood. “It’s my job,” You answer with a sigh. “You don’t wish to live this life for ever, do you?” Damian said, trying to buy time for the others to get here, even though it pained his pride. “No, but I’ll get killed if I disobey,” You said pulling out a large, extremely sharp knife, ready to finish him off. “I can help you, I got away from the league of assassins, so you have a solid chance to get away from the shadows.” He explained, his hands holding his cuts together. “You mean that?” You ask, a glimpse of hope in your eyes. “Yeah,” He nods.

Let me help you,” You said, helping him get up, to get somewhere safer.

Not long after that you started dating the dark haired boy with green eyes. His family never knew, more as a precaution, because there was a chance that Bruce might recognize you, or Tim might snoop something up, so that’s just the best possibility.

It was about a week after the engagement, when you both decided it might be best to meet them. The brothers and parents (Bruce and Alfred) were surprised, the older men in a pleasant way, but the brothers started throwing low-key insults at Damian.

 “I thought you’d be forever alone.”  

Who in their right mind would date you,” 

And others in similar fashion, it was pissing you off, and Damian knew it was, but there was nearly nothing he could do. Bruce told the boys to give you a house tour while Alfred cleaned the dinner table.

So this is the study,” Jason said, as a shadow figure walked away in a hallway before disappearing. All of the boys eyes were following it in shock, “What the fuck,” Jason asked, pointing at the now empty wall. “No idea what you’re talking about,” You said in unison with Damian, earning suspicious glances from the group of men. 

As you walked into the large library type room, you made multiple shadow people walk in different directions. “WHATTTTT!” Dick and Jason yell in unison. “I knew you were doing it!” Tim exclaimed, earning a disapproving look from Damian. “You did that?” Dick asks in surprise, to which you reluctantly nod. “I Wanna see,” Jason says skeptically. 

You move your hands, causing the room to dim, even tho bright lights were behind the window. You made a bunch of people appear on a wall, they seemed to interact with each other and suddenly they all evaporate. Everyone views in awe. 

We’ll Damian, looks like y/n is much cooler than you,” Grayson chuckles, causing Damian to glare at him. “I think we’re pretty equal,” You smile at the boys. “Not nearly,” Jason says, winking at you, “I’ll murder you Todd,” Damian growls lowly. “I can totally help,” You chuckle, before the room went dark. 

When the trio could see again, you two were nowhere to be seened. You walked hand and hand to the door to say your final goodbyes to your soon to be father in law, and the sweet butler Alfred, before leaving.

The boys only saw you in time to drive out of the gate.


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Love is hard - chapter one

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends). In later chapters Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends) Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: You spent a year abroad, make a new friend and find out about her family.

Warnings: none

Word count: about 2300

A/N: First chapter! I am so excited to put this out here. Please let me know what you think. My first language is not English, so please excuse any mistakes. Have fun reading, and I’ll try to post chapter 2 soon, this week.

When you first met her, you had no idea who she was. Or who her brother was. Let alone her brother’s best friend.

When you were about to make a choice what to do with your life, you choose to take a leap year first. A great way to learn a new language, see something of the world and possibly make new friends. You applied to an organization who arranged for you to stay with a host family for a year, while you would attend the local high school, mostly to learn the language and meet people. You always had a thing for Portugal, though you couldn’t say exactly why you did. So with all papers arranged and your bags packed, you tearfully said goodbye to your family and friends and went on your way.

You quickly found out that this year abroad thing wasn’t as easy as you thought. You were placed in a small town about an hours drive from Lisbon and most people there didn’t even speak English. Your host family were very nice and sweet, but you couldn’t help feel out of place. Nobody seemed to like the same music as you did, or the same movies, clothes, hobbies, jokes… hell, they didn’t even speak the same language! You spent most of your time at your host family’s (and now also your) home. You were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to learn some Portuguese words when your host mother walked in. “I need to talk to you about something. I know it’s hard for you being here sometimes. And I know you deserve our undivided attention, but something’s come up. A girl your age from the USA has applied for a host family, but they can’t find any. She’ll arrive in a week and they desperately need someone to home her. I don’t know how you feel about it, but maybe we can give her a chance. What do you think?” Honestly, your mind flooded with possible scenarios that would ruin your leap year. What if we don’t get along? What if we do get along and I introduce her to the few people I know and they all like her more? What if my host family like her more and they decide to kick me out? What if…. But in order to keep peace, and since you didn’t know your host mother long enough to feel completely comfortable with her, you said she could of course stay in your house. Your host mother noticed your hesitation and said: “Let’s make a deal. She’ll be invited to come stay with us. But I’ll tell the organization to keep on looking for another family. If any of us thinks it isn’t working out, we’ll be able to make other arrangements for her that way. Cool?” Cool.

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Dreams in the Mist

Epilogue for The Further I’m Away. Because of course I couldn’t help myself.

December 31, 1987

The Wheelers decided to throw a proper New Year’s party that year. The Sinclairs, the Hendersons, Joyce and Hopper all attended, along with various neighbors, parents from the PTA and coworkers of Ted’s. Mike pulled at the collar of the starched shirt his mother had insisted he wear. He was looking for his girlfriend, who had seemed to disappear, and eventually found her in the dining room, near the trays of hors d'oeuvres. She was lovely in a black velvet dress with her hair loosely braided, but deftly slipped out of the room before he could reach her.

Eleven had been acting aloof all night, barely looking his way. He wondered if she was mad at him, if he had done something wrong. Usually if she were upset about something she would come to him for comfort and advice. But every once in a while she’d have a quiet day, a day she spent lost in thought. Mike always felt useless on those days. He almost hoped that it was his fault instead. At least that way he could do something about it and maybe then he could salvage the holiday for her.

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Giving Tree: Chapter 2

(Giving Tree: Chapter 1)

Ed had dragged Al’s soul out from the gate, and he did it at the price of his right arm. If his right arm could pull Al out, so could his left arm. So could his other leg, up to the mid thigh. As well as four or five ribs. Some non-vital organs. His sight. His hearing… It was simple math, and Ed had calculated down, to his every last body part, just how many times he could save Al.

Exactly two trains ran daily between Central Station and East Station, the 10:30 am and the 3:30 pm. The East Station arrival time was easy enough to calculate, since the route from Central to East took exactly four hours to cover. There was a rumor which claimed the route used to take 3 hours, 57 minutes exactly, until they added Resembool as the third-to-last stop. Very few people ever got on at that stop, and no one ever got off. Most commuters just watched those open doors, inhaling the heady drafts of sheep and pastures, wondering why the train even bothered. On very rare occasion, some had the treat of watching the Fullmetal Alchemist get off at just that stop, arm slung up and head in bandages, with his armor suited younger brother toting behind. He was a four leaf clover to them, a black swan of sorts, the one mythical reason the train ever stopped in Resembool. The station was added for the Fullmetal Alchemist specifically, so the rumor went.

On June 3rd, 3:28 pm, Edward Elric stood near the edge of the Central Station train tracks, watching the approaching headlights as they ripped through the mid-afternoon fog. It was draining to stand, more than he realized, and so waited for the train to pull in with a heavy-hearted relief. Now where was…

“Al!” Ed angled his head over his shoulder. The one suit of armor in the whole station jumped, public telephone pressed against his cheek. “Train’s here! Come on.”

“But I—just another minute. Winry and Granny haven’t picked up. I’m going to try calling them once more.”

“We don’t have another minute Al. Train’s here. We’ll just tell them when we get there, it’s not big deal. Not like we’ve ever called ahead any other time.”

“But don’t you think…this is…”

“It’s fine, Al. …Really. Come get on the train.”

The screeching of stopping tires punctuated Ed’s sentence. The train rested, huffed, let off a quick honk of its horn before the attendants inside each compartment hauled the doors open. Al watched as Ed eyed the openings with urgency. And it was so unlike him—normally, they pushed train departure to the last second. Normally they chased after it, wheels cranking and gaining speed. They’d hop the rails and sling their luggage over, and one arm extended they’d catch each other, catch whoever had leapt second.

One arm extended…

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