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Tom: I don’t know, Sam. You’re looking a little updog.

Sam: What’s updog?

Tom: haRRY GET IN HERE AND BRING YOUR MONEY I TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT!

Marry Me? (Buckyxreader drabble)

Originally posted by bisebchris

Summary: Bucky asks you to marry him in the comfort of your apartment.

Word Count: 200

Warnings: fluff

A/N: this is probably shit, and im sorry. tags under the cut.


“Marry me.” Bucky spoke quietly, hardly looking up from his phone.

“Excuse me?” You asked, glancing up from the book in your lap. “What was that?”

“Marry me.” He gently prodded as he glanced up at you before going back to staring at his phone. 

“Bucky, what-” you blinked at him as he uncurled his legs from underneath his body and walked into your bedroom. A moment later, he reappeared and gently pulled you from the chair you were sitting on.

“Y/N,” he smiled at you, stroking the back of your hand with a thumb. “I love you more than anything in this world. You know that, right?”

“Of course, James.” you breathed out slowly, searching his face as he swallowed thickly. “What are you asking me?”

“Will you marry me?” he asked, kneeling down and opening the small black velvet box he’d retrieved from the bedroom. “Y/N, please. Make me the happiest man alive today and marry me.”

“Of course.” you found yourself mumbling. “Bucky, of course.”

He grinned and slipped the ring onto your finger before standing up and gently cradling your face before meeting your lips with his own.

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Harrison: Every talk I have with you people gets more and more absurd

Tom: You say “you people” like you’re not part of the family. Well, I’ve got news for you, Haz. You’re already on the Christmas card.

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Sixteen- Dean x Reader

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“It’s ok to be rough with me sometimes Dean.  I’m not made of glass.”

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Sixteen 

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. 

Word Count: 2,200
Warnings:  Language. Flangst.  Some adult content. 

Feedback is always appreciated. ;)  SO YEP.  I can’t get enough of these two.  I fucking ship them, lol.  Anyone else ship them?  No just me?  I just wanted to make the announcement that I will be writing both a prequel and a squeal to this series.  Look for “Ps.  I never told you.”  Soon.  It’s the story of how they met.   But what do you think of this chapter?  Are you ready for table sex?  She’s a coming.   Special thanks to @wotinspntarnation​ for her help with this chapter!  I am also taking suggestions for sexy time funs.  You know like blindfolds, being tied to the bed, DOM!Dean, DOM!Reader, Roleplay… Etc. Hit me up in my ask if you have a suggestion or message me gif.  I’m on vacation so dirty ones are ok.  lol

TAGS: I AM STILL ACCEPTING TAGS FOR THIS SERIES. I HAVE ROOM FOR ABOUT 30 MORE PEOPLE.  :)  Please send me an ask to be added. 
Thank you and happy reading,
Kristina 




I’m so addicted to all the things you do  
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets  
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…  
From Addicted by Saving Abel


You were a bundle of nerves as you bounced on the passenger seat of Charlotte’s mustang.  According to your GPS, you would be in Lebanon in just a few hours.  You felt like puking as the thought of seeing Dean settled itself firmly in the front of your mind.  You reached up and vigorously scratched your head and groaned.  You had no idea how to act around him with other people now.   The buzzing from your pocket caused you to jump and you quickly yanked it from it’s place.

Your eyes widened in surprise when it was Dean requesting to video chat with you. Swallowing back the nerves, you tapped the accept button and waved hello.  You watched in confusion as the smile fell from Dean’s lips instantly.  

“What the hell happened to your eye?”  He demanded as he frowned deeply.   Your eyebrows furrowed together as you gently touched the black eye a ghoul had given you the night before.  You frowned back at him before answering him.

“A ghoul punched me.”  You said with a shrug of your shoulders.   

You didn’t really understand Dean’s sudden change in demeanor, but ever since you had left from Kentucky, he had been texting you to lecture you.  Was your knife sharpened?  Did you have holy water?  Did you pack your shells with rock salt?   It was beginning to drive you up the wall and made you want to ask him what his damage was, but you didn’t because you knew it was coming from a place of concern.

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