no but seriously this moment makes me tear up whenever i watch it

For my dear Lexi, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, who wanted a jealous!cas in a college setting and an accidental love proclamation.

destiel, 3k, jealous!cas, light dean/lisa, pining and angst with a happy resolution

Castiel is about to fit his key into his apartment door when he hears the voices: Dean’s gruff baritone mixed with a lilting melodic voice.

Lisa’s voice.

Castiel rests his forehead against the door, shopping bags in his hands lightly hitting the pale wood. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself not to be upset that it’s the sixth day of the week that Lisa has been at their apartment. 

He tries not to be bothered that for the last month Dean has been utterly obsessed with this girl: from late night phone calls to taking her to romantic dinners softened by candlelight.

Cas tries to ignore the fact that he’s inexplicably jealous of Lisa.

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anonymous asked:

hi ovo can you do a marriage proposal for everyone? like- how they'd propose to mc? yisssss thank I love ur blog

lol when I first read this, I was half awake and I thought you meant that you wanted me to go propose everyone! X)


Yoosung

  • Yoosung couldn’t really afford anything too fancy after buy the ring, so he cleaned his apartment, invited MC over for a fancy dinner, cooked himself, and put on a nice outfit
  • MC suspected she would be staying the night so she packed some extra clothes before she came over
  • They had their nice dinner, watched a movie, and… well, Yoosung kept forgetting to propose because MC was too distracting, and besides that, whenever he remembered, it didn’t feel like the right moment
  • After the movie, they were in kind of a rush to get their clothes off after making out on the couch, so the ring, still in his pants pockets, was tossed aside with them
  • In the middle of the night, MC woke up to get some water, but stepped on the box
  • After investigating, she immediately knew why this whole evening had happened, and decided to just put on the ring and leave the empty box by the bedside table for him to see
  • Well, Yoosung was super flustered and embarrassed come morning because things didn’t happen like he planned, but MC gave him the opportunity to ask properly so he could feel better

Jaehee

  • Our girl was so nervous
  • Jaehee had closed the cafe for the day under the guise that she wanted to try making a few different tiramisu recipes to see which one is best
  • Jaehee had already pre-set the plates with each serving, the last one she wanted to try had the ring wrapped in plastic wrap underneath it
  • So MC showed up, they had some coffee, splitting a bunch of different types and mixes of tiramisu, making little notecards to attach to each to explain what was good and bad to review for later
  • The problem Jaehee hadn’t anticipated was that they’d be too full by the time it got to the last few pieces
  • MC was ready to throw in the towel and get a salad to wash all that sugary goodness down
  • Jaehee agreed, kind of freaking out that things weren’t going according to plan, but took MC on a long walk through the park, they had a late lunch, did a little window shopping, then returned to the cafe
  • When Jaehee asked if MC was up for a few more, she said sure, so they plowed through the last three, and MC finally discovered the ring
  • Jaehee managed to ask after the discovery, nervous as all heck, but the moment MC snaps out of her daze, she agrees and kisses Jaehee
  • When MC assumes the whole day was part of the plan, Jaehee doesn’t correct her, a little embarrassed

Zen

  • Zen would try to make everything perfect
  • And trust me, he thought long and hard about what to do
  • Among the things he considered, two of them were proposing on stage after a performance (a little too public, and he was tempted, he just wasn’t sure MC would go for it), and  trying to hide the ring in some food (he googled “good foods to hide a ring in” and found a bunch of horror stories where people had to get their stomachs pumped)
  • Zen tried proposing at a nice restaurant, but Jumin coincidentally showed and ruined his mood
  • Then he tried to propose at an RFA party, but there were so many guests, Zen barely spent any time with her
  • He ends up proposing to her on Christmas Eve, giving her the ring wrapped up with a pretty bow
  • The next day, when they do the annual Christmas event, everyone she knows is asking about the ring and gushing about it while Zen beams

Jumin

So, if Jumin hadn’t proposed at the party, made a spectacle of big himself and MC, and married her less than six months later, this is what I think would happen

  • In the morning, he presented MC with a lovely breakfast, an envelope, and an arrangement of yellow and white flowers
  • Inside the envelope was a schedule for the day, that included a massage, facial, mani-pedi, getting her hair and makeup done, and dress and shoe shopping
  • The evening is simply marked off as “💜~Surprise~💜” (he asked Jaehee to put hearts next to it because he thought it would be cute)
  • So MC spent the whole day being primped and pampered, then was driven to an empty, fancy restaurant
  • Jumin reserved the entirety of a restaurant so that they can have their dinner without being disturbed
  • It’s candlelit, very romantic, with excellent wine
  • After dinner, Jumin takes MC on a small walk, they stop by a fountain, he drops to one knee and officially asks
  • MC can’t help but laugh because, of course he made his proposal a whole day event

Saeyoung

  • Scavenger hunt~❤️
  • Lol, but no seriously, he sends MC on a scavenger hunt, having her go to the place where they met, had their first date, first kiss
  • There’s a gift every place she’s waiting, then the last location is somewhere they’ve never been
  • He’s waiting for her, and when she asks, “So what happened here?”
  • “Oh, you know, we got engaged.”
  • It takes her a moment to process it, but by then he’s pulls the ring out and is offering it to her
  • MC tackle-hugs the boy, all but shouting yes, he puts the ring on her, and of course, they kiss

V

  • He said he had a surprise for her and invited her to a gallery where a collection he had just finished was going to shown in a few weeks
  • It was in the evening, so MC showed up, and the lights were out, but V was waiting outside the door for her
  • After leading her in, V had her wait alone in the middle of the dark gallery while he turned on the lights
  • One by one, the lights come on, giving MC time to look at all the pictures that he’s presenting….
  • ….they’re all pictures of her
  • Pictures of her with V and the RFA, doing day to day things, smiling, laughing, and each has a date and a description attached via pieces of paper that explain they’re relevance
  • At the bottom of each page, there’s a mini love letter to MC
  • As she makes her way through the gallery, following the lights, she sees more pictures of her and reads each love note, tearing up a little at this whole spectacle
  • The last picture, to her surprise, isn’t of MC or V or anyone else, but a black and white photo of a ring in a box
  • The final note reads, “MC, will you marry me?”
  • When MC turns around, there’s V, waiting with the ring in his hands, smiling
  • How could she possibly say no?

Saeran

  • Tact is not his forte
  • And he thinks a ring is a waste of money
  • So Saeran gets the paperwork to make a marriage legal and slides it across the table to her one day
  • MC can’t help but laugh, but signs the paperwork anyways
  • A few months later, Saeran sees some guy hitting on MC very aggressively, and realizes the purpose of rings, so he drags her to a store to get her one
  • After seeing MC wear the ring, Saeyoung and the RFA all start clamoring for a wedding

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood doesn’t much strike me as a romantic
  • He’d probably bring up marriage casually, and if they decided they wanted to get married, he’d get her a ring
  • Although, the paperwork might be tricky because of his past with the agency (and possibly before that because idk)
Reasons why I love every SVT member

I have laughed AN D CRIED a lot because of this fine group. I’m sure many others can relate to that.
I would like to take some time to appreciate and note the members individually because they all deserve the world, thanks.
(Prepare yourselves, I wrote lots???? Like…. lots.

S.Coups:

Some might say that Seungcheol isn’t fit to be in charge of the group. Well let me tell ya baby boyz why he most certainly is. S. Coups naturally has that fatherly type of image. Like “dad of the year” award type of fatherly. There is something about him that influences others to feel protected. He genuinely cares for all of the members and keeps everyone’s emotions in line. It takes a special kind of person to do that. One incident that spoke volumes to me was how he handled “Seventeen Project.” He knew when things were starting to take a negative turn and he wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions. (In a calm and rational way). BOI I CRIED. Despite the put-together (and sometimes tough) image he projects, he’s a rather sensitive person. The reason why he’s so supportive is because he longs for support himself. I think being in Seventeen has made him feel a sense of belonging. The mans has done a wonderful job and he deserves respect. I don’t think there is anyone else meant to be leader.  

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bloodyflammable  asked:

Hey you! :) 23: things you said in a foreign language, for Victuuri, pleaaaase? [You're marvelous and I love your writting <'3]

Yuuri took to practicing the phrase in Russian over and over again, worried that he would stumble over the pronunciation when he finally got to say it Victor. He wanted it to be a surprise, something to make Victor smile in the way that made Yuuri’s heart hurt with how much he loved him.

He never imagined he would get to feel like this—about the man he’d idolized for so long, no less.

Yuuri ducked his head to hide the smile threatening to split his face in two. He couldn’t help it, whenever he thought of Victor his whole body went warm with the affection he felt for him.

“Take it from the triple axel, Yuuri,” Victor called out in what Yuuri had dubbed his Focused Coach Voice.

“Yes, coach,” Yuuri said with a little wink for Victor.

He felt his face heat as he pushed away, glad to have his back to Victor so he wouldn’t see. He knew Victor loved it when he teased him like that, though. Part of him, a part he didn’t tap into very often, liked it, too.

The ring Victor had given him glinted when it caught the overhead light, and again Yuuri repeated the phrase he’d been practicing in his head as he started his approach for the jump.

I love you, I love you, I love you, Yuuri thought over and over as he leapt into the air, twirling so fast that the world became a blur around him.

Just as he was landing, Yuuri got distracted when he saw Victor talking on the phone. His form shifted. His breath caught and he knew with an awful sinking feeling that he was going to land badly—all over a stupid mistake in his form.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Yuuri dreaded the moment he was going to crash into the ice, tucking his limbs as tight as he could and trying to protect his head. Just before his body made impact he let out a strained whimper in anticipation. His only thought as his body tumbled across the ice like a limp rag doll was of Victor.

The world around him spun like it had when he’d been mid-jump, and then it all went topsy-turvy as his vision swam and faded to black.

The next thing he was aware of was someone stroking his forehead and repeating his name with an increasingly desperate edge to their voice. Yuuri struggled to blink his heavy eyelids open and winced when Victor’s fingers brushed over the lump on his forehead.

“Ow,” Yuuri said pitifully.

“Oh, Yuuri,” Victor crooned, his expression fraught with worry. “You made me sick watching that landing. I thought you’d broken your neck. Are you okay?”

Yuuri breathed in and out slowly through his nose as he listened to his body. He ached and throbbed. He would be bruised black and blue, that was for sure. “I think so. I don’t think anything is broken. Just really banged up.”

Victor’s breath left him in a shaky rush. “Oh thank god. You scared me.”

His hands fluttered over Yuuri, and he let Victor fuss as he focused on not throwing up while Victor helped him sit up. His head throbbed in protest and he swayed, slumping into Victor’s arms.

“Mm,” Yuuri moaned faintly. “Feel dizzy. You smell nice, though.”

“You probably have a concussion. I wouldn’t be surprised after that landing. What happened?” Victor asked, some of his usual sternness seeping back into his voice now that he knew nothing was broken and Yuuri wasn’t seriously injured.

Yuuri tried to shrug, but that wasn’t comfortable, so he just made a vague gesture with his hand. He let his fingers grip at Victor’s coat to have something to anchor him from floating away.

Victor fished his phone out of his pocket. “I’m going to call the doctor to come look at you. As your coach, you’re being put on rest until we make sure you’re really alright. Don’t even try to fight me on this,” Victor said, cutting Yuuri off when he opened his mouth.

Yuuri listened with half an ear as Victor made the call. He toyed with the buttons on Victor’s coat and closed his eyes when Victor stroked his hair absently.

Suddenly, Yuuri’s eyes snapped open. There was something important. Something he had to tell Victor—right now.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked, tugging on the coat. Victor was still on the phone. “Victor!”

Yuuri pulled on the brown wool insistently until he had Victor’s attention. “What, Yuuri? I’m trying to tell the doctor what happened.”

Yuuri took a breath and mustered all of his courage. He looked up into Victor’s eyes and held his brilliant blue gaze as he told him what he needed him to know, “Я люблю тебя. Позаботься обо мне, пожалуйста.”

Yuuri bit his lip. He was sure his tongue tripped over the phrase sloppily. It didn’t sound as perfect as it had when he learned it from the audio clip online. His heart pounded and his palms became clammy with nerves.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked, his eyes searching Victor’s face for any sign of recognition.

Victor’s eyes became shiny and glistening and Yuuri’s breath hitched. Victor’s tears threatened to spill over as Victor stared down at him. He could hear the echo of someone on the line trying to get Victor’s attention on the phone he held away from his face.

“Yuuri,” Victor whispered thickly.

Yuuri’s heart lurched. God, he loved this man so much. He never wanted to be parted from him, ever. They fit together in every way.

Yuuri,” Victor repeated, choking out his name. “Of course I will, lyubov moya. Always. I will always take care of you.”

There was a pleasant flutter in Yuuri’s chest as Victor hunched down to kiss him gently, careful to cradle his injured head and not hurt him. Yuuri plucked the cell phone from his hands and finished the call with the doctor as Victor snuffled into Yuuri’s neck, overcome with emotion.

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Translations:
Я люблю тебя. Позаботься обо мне, пожалуйста - I love you. Take care of me, please.
lyubov moya - my love

I totally had something sweet planned for this, but once I started writing it turned into a sort-of sickfic with Yuuri getting hurt. I’m sorry, my darling, Yuuri! ;A;

Thanks a bunch to @whalienni for translating Yuuri’s phrase for me!!

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 7

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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You had your head on your kitchen island as you stared at the small fish tank in front of you. The little beta fish swam around with it’s burgundy tail flipping through the water as it swam in little circles around and around. 

“Same,” you sighed, spooning a mouthful of cereal into your mouth while continuing to watch your little fish. You’d bought him two weeks ago, after living on your own for two full months, and you were quite content just watching this little guy swim around with no worries in the world. 

He soothed you.

You may or may not have named him Harry. 

David had already texted you twice today around five in the morning like an apparently normal person in the law world. You had been working the same case for about a month now and you seriously were started to get agitated. Patience had never been a strong suit for you. 

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BTS reaction to you having a baby and breeding a child :)

Anon requested: Hey can you do pregnancy scenarios, like when they find out you sre pregnant, birth, baby bumps, first steps and words ect. Thank you ~♡

Its gonna be full filled with cuteness, you’re warned!   

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Jin

Let’s imagine you’re so close to your boyfriend or your husband that you never ide it a thing. Which means he knows you did not have your period last month, he knows you’re having nausea in the morning and you don’t feel that good. So he would have though you could have been pregnant even before you would announce your pregnancy to him. Let’s just say you would have told him right after doin gthe pregnancy test in the bathroom. Maybe something like “So what do you think ?” He would stare at you, hoping it was positive, because damn, he wants to start a family so bad. So he would go like “Tell me you are!”. You’ll show him the test with a wide smile spreading on your lips. Instantaneously he would jump on you , carry ou and make you spin in the air with a strong embrace.

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Then for 9 months he would be cooking your favorites foods, whatever you would ask him to. When he was away because of his job, he would always text you and call you before going on stage, getting off stage. Before doing a photoshoot or something. He would always do his best to be there whenever you need.

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Then when the baby will be born, he wouldn’t stop staring at it. I guess he would cry and thank you so much. If you’re having a little girl, he would use pink everywhere for sure. If it’s a boy, then he will calm down but yeah ahah.

I can piture him reading stories to his kid, making him food, giving them bath. He would play with him so cutely, and be so soft and gentle with you and the kid. He would force you to go to bed and he’ll do all the work. “Look at those widespread shoulders, they can now cary the weight of being a father you know.”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

This is how he would make his kid laugh whenever you wouldn’t be around. He’d do every type of show.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

SUGA

Hm concerning this guy, the situation would be a lot more complex. When you would announce him you’re pregnant, maybe through the art you like the most (with a poem, with a drawing or idk). He would be very happy for sure, but I guess he would be more stressed, prepapring to all of the responsabilities he will get.

He would take care of you a lot but I think Yoongi would be more independent in his couple so he wouldn’t be as present as Jin. Though he will still be present everyday.

Then when the kid will be born, he would get so emotional, maybe he’ll focus on all the little things to write a song in the future. He’ll buy you flowers as a present. And take care of you so much more.

Then I think he’ll realize he could never have been ready to get a child in his life. It is completely different to what he had thought. He would be pretty lost, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do to stop the baby from crying. He would have to learn all the things quickly and you’ll be his role mother. He’ll observe you H24/7. Falling in love with you again, loving all the scars this pregnancy left you. Seriously though, this guy would fall so deeply in love. I can’t even imagine how deep…

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

I think it would take time to him to get fully comfortable in his father’s role. So I think whenever you’re not around he would be pretty incsecure and would rather play with your child in simpel ways : making faces, making objects appear and disappear, tearing paper and such stuffs. But look how he would be genuinely happy:

Originally posted by yoongijae

Rap Monster

I think he would be exactly the same as Yoongi. He would react the same way, when you would announce him your pregnancy by buying some baby clothes and offering them to him. He would maybe be a little more present than Yoongi to support you. He would buy you food all the time, buy you massages and everything.

Then when the baby will be born, he would also be a little bit lost though he might be more experienced than Yoongi. He would still ask you advice.

I can picture him acting this way when the baby will be eating by himself on his highchair : “Oh my god babe, is it normal he is eating that?” he would ask being stressed out for no reason. (This situation makes me laugh, I admit ahah)

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

J-Hope

AAAh Hobie will get so emotional. Especially the day you’ll give birth to your child. He would inform the rest of the group so they could come and see their little nice or nephew. And they will have to deal with their ray of sunshine shedding warm tears.

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Hobie would be the type of father to make speeches out of nothing. Like the first steps of his child, his first real meal, his first day of school etc. Look how proud he would be :

Originally posted by comfyjimin

Then I guess he would be the father who clearly doesn’t care to look ridiculous. He would wear costumes, he would play H24/7 with his child. He would be a bit like Jin but a little more playfull I guess.

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Jimin

Jimin would be the kind of boyfriend to constantly call you “the future mother of my child” or such little nicknames. He would be taking care of you anytime, he wouldn’t mind if you would wake him up in the middle of the night.

Even though he has no experience at all with kids, he would make his best to catch up on your experience buy watching documentaries, reading articles and stuff. So he could learn some tips to know how to make the baby fall fast asleep, so he would also know which games to play with the baby to teach him things and everything.

He would be the type of father to be always glued to his baby, kissing him, tickling him, singing him songs. He would also be as sensitive as Hobi and as joyful as him whenever he wouldn’t be tired.

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

V

Gosh Taehyung would be driven crazy because all the wait he will have to go through during the pregnancy. Not to mention how crazy he went when you let him know you were finally pregnent after all the times you’ve been trying to get. He jumped everywhere, kissed you a million times before calling  his familly and announcing them the news. Then during the wait, he would have bought everything to make the room of your child. He was so invested in this new role he will have to play in a few weeks. He has been dreaming about it since he was a teenage boy. He has been talking about this moment to come so many times. He has been dreaming about.

Not to mention that he knows how to supervise and breed childs. He would be the kind of father to take everything and nothing in pictures, he would save every drawing his child would do, take videos everyday… He would be the proudest dad in the world. He’ll also be so protecting and playfull.

“Jagiya, I’ll never thank you enough for giving me this wonderful kid. Let’s work hard and breed other childs when we’ll be ready”.

Jungkook  

He would be as lost as Yoongi and Rapmon but I guess he would be as playful as V. He would be playing hide and seek with his child and some other famous games. He would also love to take photos of them eanytime of the day; for instance, when he would be eating a glass, when he would be doing a creativity activity or something. Actually I think he would be pretty much on the playing side whenever the kid would still be a baby, but then when he’ll be by 364 years old, he’ll start to have some educative activities such as discussionson innocent things, he’ll be there to help the child studying and progressing in sports or in music.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

I don’t know why I can picture Jungkook supporting his child at a contest just like this :

Originally posted by busa-n


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Here it is, I really hope you liked this fluffy reaction. I spent a long time on it so yeah :) Please feel free to let me know what you though about it and whether you agree or not on these.

Love you all, take care xx
Second Love (Yoongi x Reader) w/ visuals

- pt 1 -

summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you

words: 6,419

genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)

a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)

Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.

Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.

He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.

He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.

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anonymous asked:

prompt if you have time: regina finds it really hard to ask for things, but what she really wants is emma to hold her. she's usually the big spoon, but wants to be the little spoon. non-sexual touching specifically.

thank you for the prompt! this …hopefully fulfills what u want, i ended up going somewhere else i’m sorry!

- the one where emma and regina are actually married idiots

it’s late when emma gets home, already well after midnight. regina can hear her key in the door, the soft sigh she lets out as she steps inside, into the quiet shuffling of her home transition: she’ll be taking off her boots, sliding out of her jacket, hopefully leave her shoes at the door and drop her jacket off somewhere where it won’t just slump over a couch or chair arm (it will). after ten years of marriage, emma has somehow managed to remain completely unburdened by the simple domestic rules regina had enforced when they first started living together, and only grudgingly let slide in the face of such unrelenting forgetfulness.

after a moment, regina can hear her breathing as her wife mounts the wooden stairs, no longer quite as amble now that they have both embarked on the journey of getting old together.

lifting up on an elbow, regina reaches for the bedside lamp and flips it on, knowing emma will attempt to undress for bed in utter darkness if she suspects regina might be sleeping – so, sitting up, she waits for the familiar entrance of her wife, the slightly startled, apologetic look she always gets whenever emma discovers regina waiting for her. (it doesn’t matter how many times it happens, emma still jumps like a nervous cat at the slightest outward sign of devotion).

when emma walks through, regina smiles at her slight jump. “regina,” emma sighs, as she settles herself again. “you know, my shifts are really not as exciting as you think they are. you don’t have to stay up late every time i have a late one.”

regina merely shrugs, and rests her shoulders against their wooden headboard. she knows emma is more in danger (to herself) in the middle of after-school traffic than she is in a late night shift, but sleep never seems to come when she’s alone. she needs emma’s soft, steady breathing, the way she sprawls all over the bed, taking up whatever space she can. it seems so vast and empty without her, like she’s in the middle of nowhere, with only the distracting blink of alarm clocks to track the progress of time.

she doesn’t know how to say that, though (even after all this time). she simply pulls back the covers on emma’s side of the bed and smooths an expectant hand over the soft, empty space.

emma smiles, all soft and warm, as usual. “i’ll be there in a second,” she assures, and starts slipping out of her work jeans, leaving herself in just her socks and bra as she searches for her old ratty sleep clothes. “how was your day?” she asks, reaching for a shirt.

regina gazes down the familiar bumps of her wife’s back and sighs. “oh, it was fine.” it was, in fact, not fine. the town meeting had been exhausting, full of unnecessary, loud caveats, resulting in so many delays, to the point that she had to push back several scheduled meetings, which filled her inbox with passive aggressive emails and a nasty looking schedule tomorrow.

emma gives her a knowing look over the shoulder, and regina sighs. “well other than the hour i spent looking for another curse, just to get these people out of my hair so i can finish my paperwork on time, it was fine.”

“any results?”

“oh you know, none of them really stood out to me. i’ll have to keep looking.”

“well i’ll support you regardless, babe.”

babe. regina smiles. the term of endearment started out merely as an ironic joke for emma, some private way to cope with suddenly having a confirmed True Love and being socially required to spend time with all the other ridiculous fairytale couples around them, and while she suspects emma never intended to use it seriously, at some point in the ten years they’ve been married, it worked itself into emma’s idle mind.

a spasm of tenderness closes in regina’s throat as she watches her wife tiredly crawl into bed, sliding beneath the soft comforter and groaning in exhaustion – regina appears to be taking growing old a little more gracefully than emma, who now constantly dismays over her aching joints and aging hands, the slight greying around her temples. regina has only noticed a slight crinkle around her own eyes and a few silver strands, simple signs of age that emma seems to take great delight in finding.

their life together has been so happy. looking down at her wife, regina suddenly wants only to be held by her.

scooting closer, regina quietly clears her throat. “darling,” she offers, and, after a beat, starts massaging her fingers against emma’s shoulder, to prob emma back from a deep sleep. “are you really already falling asleep?”

“hmm?” emma struggles to blink up at her.

regina offers her a warm smile, starts massaging her shoulder again. “i was just wondering if you wanted to switch things up for tonight,” she says. she enjoys sleeping with emma in her arms (both because she like waking up with emma in hear arms, and also, a little strategically, to avoid getting accidentally kicked out in bed). but usually, she can get emma to go along with her simply by nudging her in the right direction.

most of the time. this time, emma merely groans. “too tired.” she says, and reaches back, in sweet misunderstanding, to gently grip regina’s fingers and give them another squeeze. “we’ll do it another night, babe.”

regina purses her lips. “i wasn’t…” she sighs. “oh nevermind.”

sinking back down into bed, regina slides her arms around emma’s waist, tries to press as much of herself to emma to make up for not being held. letting out a soft breath, she leans her cheek against emma’s neck, closes her eyes against the soft, steady presence of her wife.

until, a few minutes later, emma suddenly slides out of her arms. regina frowns, grapples with her fingers. “hey,’ she complains, rising reluctantly from her half-doze to see where her wife is going.

emma doesn’t go very far. she just slides up onto her knees, crawls over regina’s body, and settles down again, knotting her fingers  beneath regina’s ribs to squeeze her closer, closing all the gaps between their bodies.

blinking back a silly sting of tears, regina hums. “i suspect a lightbulb flipped on.”

emma chuckles, butts her head affectionately against the side of regina’s neck. “you know me,” she whispers sleepily, settling her cheek against regina’s, “it always takes me a few minutes.”

happily, regina  sighs, resting her hands against her wife’s. “I know darling.”

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, intense stressful situations,some angst, mental break down, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 2,179

Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can’t it’s ok.- @padfootserastartsnow

A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.

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I Hate You (M) // Kim Yugyeom AU

Originally posted by yuginom

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary//Request: You and Yugyeom both attend the same college - and you hate each others guts. But one day when you both reach the end of your tether, the two of you find a better way to take out your frustrations; on each other.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut and strong language.


“Can you move?”

“I don’t know, can I?” Yugyeom didn’t even bother looking up from his phone as you tried to step over his legs which were currently blocking the entrance to the kitchen in the student common room.

“Seriously Yugyeom, you’re such a dickhead” you said under your breath as you stepped over him, stumbling slightly before finding your balance – shooting him an evil glare before you began rummaging through the fridge to find your lunch you had placed there earlier.

“And you’re a bitch, but you don’t see me complaining” he replied nonchalantly as he watched you from the corner of his eye – bent over and beginning to become even more agitated than you already were.

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Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

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Beyond the Pale

Request: a story where Taehyung and Y/n are orphans from different families and end up falling in love, then getting adopted by the same man, so they end up living as bother and sister.

A/n: Okay so I thought it would be difficult to write this, but surprisingly it came out so naturally. I’m not familiar with how the child systems work so please excuse any mistakes. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get out, but I hope you all enjoy ~ Kaitlin 


Genre: Angst | Fluff
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 3224

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“Legally, you and Taehyung were brother and sister. Even though there was no blood relation, you were considered kin, and you weren’t supposed to love your family like this.” 

Originally posted by kookie-monstah

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Concept 4:

Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”

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“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he’s jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier’s) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!

Originally posted by claracivry

When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.

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Trans- Joker

I’ve wanted to write a trans joker thing for a while and finally actually got to it. Part 2 is here! Part 3 is here! Part 4 is here!

Joker bit his lip hard, groaning in pain as cramps ripped through his stomach.

He could handle most kinds of pain, some he even he enjoyed, but this?

This was terrible.

He was experiencing his first period in over 10 years.

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Shape Of You

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky struggles to reconcile his new self with his old self, his left arm a stark reminder of just how ugly and twisted he truly is.  How can someone accept you when you don’t even accept yourself?  

Word Count:  2347 words

Prompt: Shape of You – Ed Sheeran

A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested by the delightful @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester who knows how much I love a bit of Ed Sheeran.

Boys night had kinda turned into a monthly standing arrangement and as Buck sat crammed into a booth with Steve, Sam and Scott he was kinda glad they had opted for this bar rather than a club.  No matter how often they went out and how many different clubs Sam dragged them into he found them all far too loud, too dark, disorienting. That was okay if all you wanted was a one night stand, hell those places were practically a cattle market, but he wasn’t the confident guy he once was.  Clenching his metal fist he was reminded about just how much he had changed and although rippling muscles had a certain charm to some women he was also scarred and mechanical.  When he had considered taking that step with anyone the image of them screaming as soon as he took off his shirt was like a bucket of ice water and he quickly excused himself.  

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Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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anonymous asked:

hii can I request the chocobros (minus Noctis) and Cor popping the question to their s/o after recovering from the loss of Noct and realizing they need their s/o since they were so supportive during their time of grieving? (I hope this remotely makes sense) ty

Yup- I felt many feels typing this one up! Again, these are short drabbles because I’m really trying to power through the official NINE requests I have left in my inbox! The other ones that are in there were submitted after I had closed my inbox to requests, so while I didn’t delete them, I’m treating them as submissions for round 2 of request submissions! Thanks for sending this lovely request in! <3 All these drabbles will end in the confession- and it’s up to the reader to kind of fill in the blanks from there LOL :D *INTERACTIVITY AND ALL! :D :D :D*

P.S: this took me SUCH a long time to type up :O I don’t know whyyyy! :O

Tagging: @xalexanderxkozachenkox, @blindbae, @lady-asuka, @stunninglyignis, @cupnoodle-queen, @itshaejinju, @rubyphilomela, @joioliviapolaroid, @hypaalicious and @the-lucian-archives :D <3

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Prompto: Prompto bit his lip as he glanced at you from under his blond fringe. It was raining down hard and you were holding your back pack limply in your hand. Fingers clasped tightly against the straps, you sighed out loud.

“I can’t believe you insisted we go on a photography expedition tonight of all nights!” you finally cried out, expressing your exasperation. Prompto laughed nervously and rubbed his palm against the back of his neck.

“Sorry- I just wanted to take you back to the spot we first met…” Prompto trailed off, coughing a little as he fumbled around in his pocket for something. He retrieved a small jewellery box and you couldn’t help but gasp, knowing exactly what it was. Prompto smiled up nervously at you and kneeled down on one knee, in the mud, before you. You gasped automatically and stared at your boyfriend of ten years, unable to believe what was happening.

Here you were, absolutely drenched outside at a camp ground you couldn’t even REMEMBER, with Prompto Argentum kneeling down on one knee with a goofy smile on his face, his clear blue eyes partially covered by his blond fringe. Prompto cleared his throat and nervously began to speak.

“So, y/n… you stayed by me through both the scariest and saddest parts of my life. You never gave up on me, and you supported me and helped me be the best person I could possibly hope to be. You helped me become a man and you allowed me to see the beauty in a world that had turned incredibly ugly. I want to spend my life with you, y/n… will you marry me? Please?”


Gladio: “Gladio? Gladiolus?” you whispered into your boyfriend’s ear as you laid beside him in bed early in the morning. You could feel the sun’s rays filtering in through your blinds and hitting your bedsheets with warm intensity. You sighed out in contentment and sat up, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. Glancing at Gladio, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the way he had his arm thrown over his face as he slept.

Leaning over the burly man, you nuzzled his cheek and pressed a soft kiss against his stubble. Gladio stirred at that and groaned slightly as he began to wake up. You grinned and bopped him on the nose in amusement. “About time! We’re going to be late for the memorial ceremony.” Your voice grew sombre at the mention of Noctis’ memorial ceremony. Gladio sat up immediately and sighed sadly.

“Yeah, right. Thanks babe.” Gladio ripped the covers off his bare, tone body and flexed involuntarily before heading off towards the bathroom. You watched him retreat into the bathroom and you let out a sad sigh of your own. You knew Gladio still beat himself up about Noctis’ death, even though he couldn’t have done anything about it- Noctis had been the Chosen King- his death had been written in the books the moment he was born.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Gladio walk out of the bathroom. You didn’t notice him eying you, nor did you notice the small box enclosed in his palm. Gladio cleared his throat, and you glanced at him. Raising your eyebrows at the fact that he was only in a towel, you watched him make his way towards you. He brought the box up and opened it, showcasing a gorgeous engagement ring.

You were slow to react, so you merely blinked down at the ring and then back at Gladio. “What’s this?” you asked, knowing full well that you sounded dumb.

“Marry me. You’re everything to me. You always have been, you always will be. Please- I need you. I always have. If I didn’t have you when Noctis…” Gladio took in a ragged breath before continuing, “… I don’t know. I just… the world’s so much better with you by my side. Please, y/n, will you be my wife?”

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Heat

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.