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you’re my werepuppy - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Original Request from nocomhbhronHey hey!! Love your blog dude :)
Anyway, I was wondering if you’d do a short of Isaac insisting that werewolves don’t like being scratched (like dogs; behind the ear, belly etc) but y/n scratches him while he’s sleeping and his leg starts going off 💕

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for swearing

Originally posted by killsalthi

Originally posted by jkque

“[y/n], come get breakfast!” Derek voice blared, waking you up.

You dragged your sleepy form out of bed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you joined your pack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You entered the common area, seeing Scott and Liam watching cartoons on the couch, Lydia on an adjacent chair eating French toast and reading a thick novel. Stiles and Derek were at the stove, bickering about something while Stiles stirred pancake mix and Derek flipped.

You finally spotted your favorite werewolf, Isaac, who was sitting at the minibar, hunched over a plate of eggs and bacon. Of course he’d be alone, and of course he’d look adorable with his curly hair slightly in disarray and clad in plaid pajamas and a white cotton t-shirt. You always had a soft spot for Isaac, nothing explicitly romantic, but also not inappropriately maternal. Everyone just has ‘that person’ with whom they can share everything and feel safe, and he was your person. And as proven by your unplanned matching attire, you were kindred spirits.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greeted. Isaac’s face shot up, looking at you surprised. He recovered as he recognized it was you, his mouth stretching into a bright smile.

“Morning,” he chimed. “Someone’s finally up.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well, someone had to stay up most of the night doing research because someone fell asleep, even though they promised they wouldn’t.” You lightly punched his arm.

Isaac ducked his head, a guilty grin taking form.

“Yeah… sorry about that. How do you make yourself stay up so late, anyway?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it. Tests and papers.”

Isaac playfully scoffed, mumbling something like “such a nerd.”

“What was that?” you piped. Isaac always teased you for being so invested in school, even though he secretly loved how smart you were.

“Nothing! I just said you looked really pretty today,” he shot you a thousand watt smile, leaning in closer to you.

You blushed, trying to mask your visceral reaction with a sarcastic laugh. You nudged him away with your elbow.

“Whatever, Lahey. Just eat your eggs.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mocked, resuming his breakfast.

Derek appeared in your line of vision, knowingly shaking his head at the two of you. Everyone kind of knew that you and Isaac were a duo, not really ~together~ but always together. You had a thing. They respected your unique relationship, occasionally making slides like “stop being gross” and “make out already.”

Derek slid a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Having a good morning?” he asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes implying a double meaning. He eyed Isaac, then you.

“Really good,” you replied with a tight smile. “Almost as good as yours.”

You gestured towards Stiles, who was now attempting to flip a drippy pancake.

“Shit,” Derek muttered, retreating backwards. “Stiles, don’t touch that!”  

You giggled at their antics, scarfing down a mouthful of pancake. Looking back over at Isaac, a wave of adoration hit you. You observed his careful movements, delicately using a fork and knife to cut up his food. You always wondered if the reason why he was so cautious, so meticulous in his ways was because of his childhood, always afraid to make a mistake, afraid of his father.

Your body moved of its own volition, the urge to comfort him overtaking you. You weren’t sure how, but your hand somehow ended up in new territory behind his ear. You moved your fingers along his hairline, gently scratching the area.

“What are you doing?” Isaac asked, breaking your trance. Amusement and confusion lit his features.

“What?” you replied casually, continuing to move your fingers. After all, it wasn’t unusual for you to touch him affectionately, physical contact a huge component of your friendship.

“You’re… scratching behind my ear.”

“Yeah, so? Do you not like it?” You pulled back slowly, embarrassment burning your face.

“I don’t exactly mind it,” he began with a laugh. “But you know I’m not a dog, right?”  

You raised your eyebrow.

“Hey, come on,” he scoffed in feigned annoyance. “Werewolf. Werewolf,” he enunciated.

You giggled. “I know. I just thought it would feel nice—“

“Well, you thought wrong,” he cut you off. “Werewolves aren’t dogs, [y/n]. We don’t pee everywhere, we don’t like belly rubs, and we don’t. Like. Ear. Scratches,” he pouted adorably.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. No more ear scratches,” you relented, but not before reaching up to ruffle his hair, laughing. Isaac merely groaned, hiding a smile in his shoulder.


The rest of the day had gone by smoothly. You were grateful, missing the aesthetic of a Lazy Sunday. The pack had decided to go out to dinner, leaving you and Isaac alone. You were both homebodies, preferring to stay in and relax.

You were sitting on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice, Isaac’s head resting in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked patterns into his arm until his body suddenly went limp, his breathing full and even.

He’d fallen asleep. Again.

Okay, you actually sympathized this time. Isaac thought Jane Austen was boring, but it was your turn to pick the movie, and you’d begged him for weeks to watch it with you. He had finally agreed before falling asleep twenty minutes into the film. You sighed, moving your hand away to avoid disturbing him.

But an idea suddenly hit you, recalling back to this morning when Isaac had said that werewolves didn’t like being scratched behind the ear. You thought back to all the times when you were a kid and your dog Molly had fallen asleep curled up beside you. Whenever you scratched her behind her ear, she would always whine softly and nuzzle closer to you in contentment.  

With Molly as inspiration, you slowly placed your fingers behind Isaac’s ear, gently caressing at first. When he didn’t stir, you nudged a little harder, running your fingernails against the exposed skin.

You froze when Isaac shifted, curving his body slightly inward. An almost imperceptible “hmm” broke through the silence as he burrowed his face into your lap. You took that as encouragement.

Still scratching, you used your thumb to graze the shell of his ear, stimulating more of the area. You passively noted how soft his earlobes were.

And that’s when it happened. Isaac’s leg twitched.

You gasped. Had you done it? Had you just proven Isaac wrong about werewolves? Victory was on your mind. Your best friend was literally an overgrown puppy in denial.

You maintained your controlled pace, not straying too long in one area, giving attention to different sections of his skin. You tried to stifle your laughter as Isaac’s leg started going off. You covered your mouth with your hand, the other still stroking him.

Behind you, the front door opened and the pack filed in, their voices and footsteps filling the air.

“Shhh, guys,” you whispered, turning around with a finger to your lips. They all turned towards you, approaching you in the living room.

“What’s up?” Scott said. They all stood in a circle, looking down at you and Isaac.

“Look,” you instructed. They watched silently. You resumed scratching Isaac behind his ear, and on cue, he started kicking his leg.

Stiles’ snort broke through the air as he buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, who was smirking and shaking his head. Liam broke into giggles. Scott hid his smile behind a fist. Lydia placed her hand over her heart, mouthing “so cute.”

Her support quickly turned devious as she pulled out her phone to take a video. The rest of the pack was now doubled over.

“This is so great,” Scott huffed through his mirth.

“This is fucking hilarious. I know what I’m doing tonight.” Stiles informed, a little too loudly. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder.

Derek glared at him. This created another uproar of giggles.

“Guys, stop,” you warned through fits of laughter. “He’ll wake up!”

And he did.

You looked down when you felt Isaac maneuver in your lap. He looked up at you with wide, confused eyes. You removed your hand discreetly, smiling down at him.

“Heeey,” you welcomed cheerily.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond before he sat up and noticed the roomful of people observing him. The pack recomposed, panting and wiping their eyes, their faces too red and their smiles too wide.

“What?” Isaac asked, his brows furrowed. He looked around, then back to you. “What did I miss?”

You sucked in through your nose, looking down at your lap.

“Umm, well—“

“This.” Lydia sat down beside Isaac and handed him her phone. Crap.

Isaac hesitantly took the object and played the video. You waited for his reaction as you saw his eyes go wide in the screen’s reflection. After a few seconds, he hung his head, planting his face into his palms. “Fuck me.”

The pack broke character again, hunching over in guffaw.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles taunted. “Even though Liam’s the youngest, I guess you’re the real runt of the litter.”

“Shut up,” Lydia protested, grinning. “I think it’s cute.”

“Alright children, let’s call it a night,” Derek ordered, smiling at you. “This was great, [y/n]. Made my night.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Scott approved. You noticed Isaac looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw locked. Scott walked towards Isaac and ruffled his hair fondly, from which Isaac reeled back, face tinted bright pink. “You’re the cutest beta there ever was.”

“I hate all of you,” Isaac deadpanned, sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We love you, too!” Liam called out en route to his bedroom.

Once everyone had left, you stood up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. You looked down at Isaac, noticing his staring at your exposed midriff, and immediately placed your arms back down. He looked away rapidly. You stood in front of him.

“Well, I hate to say I told you so…”

Isaac glared at you.

“Was that really necessary?” Isaac mumbled.

“A little bit?” you squeaked. His jaw dropped at your admission. “You just kept denying the ear thing! And in my defense, I didn’t know that everyone would come back all at once like that.”

“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” he jeered. “Now Lydia has a video!”

“So? It’s not like she’ll do anything with it,” you defended. “And for the record, I agree with her.”

“Agree with what?” he muttered looking down, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. You took a step towards him, your knees touching his.

“That you’re cute,” you spoke softly. He looked up at you, mouth parted. You inhaled at his bewildered expression. “Really, really cute.”

“Really?” he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. Isaac’s mouth formed an ‘o.’

You regarded him with reverence. His face looked so soft from the warm light of the fireplace. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his awe, using your other hand to cup gently under his jaw.

“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” you cooed. He nodded into your palm. You released him as he slowly stood up, eventually towering over you. You were standing a hair width apart, his breath fanning over your forehead.

He lifted one large hand, moving the hair away from your shoulder. He leaned over to confess into your ear.

“I really did like it… the whole time.”

“I know,” you breathed against his shoulder.

Isaac chuckled.

“I guess I really am a dog.”

“Nah, you’re more like a hybrid,” you responded thoughtfully. He cocked his head to the side, silently questioning you. You chucked at his perplexity before concluding.

“You’re my werepuppy.”

A/N: Hey, guys. Can I just say I had the most fun writing this? Thanks so much to nocomhbhron for requesting it! You are my first official request. And you are grand. Hope you and everyone else likes this! :) 

Novocaine-Chapter 6

Summary: It’s the one we’ve all been waiting for

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst i think

Word Count: 2194

Originally posted by spn-spam

12 years ago

Whimpering softly, you dragged your useless body across the filthy floor boards of the two story abandoned barn. At least you had thought it had been abandoned when you entered, seeking shelter from the raging thunder storm outside. As soon as you had walked past the threshold, the thing had attacked, sending you into what he most likely thought was a happy dream not knowing you were different.

It had taken you hours to fight against the poison while hot, searing agony had torn through your nerves.You couldn’t scream, paralyzed, your body useless and broken, so you had done the one thing you could do. You used your powers just as two men had charged into the building, waving stakes and guns.

Piercing green eyes had stared you down as the monster before you imploded, vile hatred simmering in the most beautiful deep green orbs you had ever seen, an accusation on the tip of his tongue.

You had thrown up a shield, dragging your sorry butt out as fast as you could, which was little better than a snail’s pace at present. You could hear their heavy footfalls, smell the whiskey and leather as they moved closer to you. Exhausted, you flip yourself onto your back, intending to only rest a moment, to catch your breath, maybe do something about the blood pouring out of you in buckets.

“What are you?” the green eyed one asked as he looms over you, his deep voice resonates in your bones, sending your heart into overdrive. His gun raised, pointing squarely at your head, the blast wouldn’t kill you, but man would it hurt.

You try to scramble backward, legs hanging limply, fear and adrenaline sending you back a foot as he takes two long strides toward you, crouches, pinning you to the floor. You freeze, staring up at him wide eyed. “Please! Please help me,” you beg, as your arms give out. “I’m human, I can’t… I won’t hurt you. Please!” you scream as you begin to sob.

He merely cocks an eyebrow. “I’ve never seen a human blow up a monster without a weapon, sweetheart,” he quips sarcastically, raising the gun once more only to be stopped by an older man.

“Wait,” the elder man commands.

The green eyed man freezes instantly, looking to the newcomer for direction. “What’s your name?” he barks at you.

Still crying you sob out a, “(Y/N),” tired beyond all comprehension.

The older man watches you carefully, kneels down, takes a swipe of your blood onto his finger and licks it clean. Eyes snapping to you, full of curiosity, he mutters, “She’s human. Get her up, Dean. She needs patching up.”

Dean stares at his father in disbelief, eyes shooting between the two of you. “Dad-” he begins to protest.

“Now, Dean. I’ll explain in the car.”

Dean nods once, and with care, you had not expected from him, he hauls you into his arms, cradling you gently against his chest. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you patched up. You’ll be good as new in no time,” he murmurs as he carries you to a sleek black car.

Your vision whites out and you sink blissfully into unconsciousness, a deep sense of safety washing over you.


Tony had installed a love seat in your room. It overlooked the rolling greens of the compound, and you spent most of your off days reclining in it, reading a book, or contemplating the mess which was your life. Which is what you were currently doing. The ever present ache in your chest had not diminished as the days had passed,

Bucky had gone on as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off with soft touches and cuddles, slipping into your bedroom in the middle of the night, wrapping himself around you, burying his face in your neck. These moments, so precious, so maddening, were killing you, slowly.

You craved more.

More closeness, more contact, and Bucky being Bucky gave it to you. He was by your side constantly and you were drowning in him; longing for something he wasn’t willing to give you or wasn’t able to, you hardly knew anymore.

“(Y/N),” Vision monotones.

You let out an undignified shriek, bolting from your seat at the window and dropping into a defensive stance. A red ball of power flickers in your hand, eyes darting wildly around the room searching for any sign of danger. Finally settling on the floating entity before you, breathing out a huff of annoyance, you extinguish the flare in your hand, rising to your full height. “Viz, what have we said about knocking?” you ask as you watch him glance at the door.

He frowns slightly. “Should I try again?” he asks curiously, drifting backward.

“No, you’re fine. What’s up?” you reply, taking your seat and crossing your legs underneath you.

“Tony is in the lobby. There are two men who claim to know you.” He inclines his head at your panicked expression.

“These men… what do they look like?” you ask nervously. Your heart feels as if an icy hand is clutching at it, and dread coils in your stomach making you nauseous.

“Tall, muscular, clad in plaid.”

Shooting out of your seat, ignoring the protests of Vision, you hurtle down the hallway. Completely bypassing the elevator, you sink through the floors to land lightly behind Steve.

The lobby held the entire team, including Bucky, and the hot coil in your stomach tightens. Taking a deep breath, you push your way past Steve and Bucky, coming to a halt when you make eye contact with him.

His chest heaves once, his green eyes sparkling with emotion. His fists balled tightly at his sides, his face is soft, open as he drinks you in. He doesn’t speak, merely stares. His hands relax, fingers twitching, almost beckoning you, pleading with you.

Your muscles respond before your brain catches up, Taking two steps forward, you’re going to him, coming to a stop, barely inches between you. You can barely breathe, your mind a complete blank as he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, his deep baritone melting the ice surrounding your heart.

Conflicting emotions swirling in your chest.

The smile slips off his face. True to your relationship with him, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you, knowing what you need before you do. He lifts you off the ground slightly, he crushes you too him. His arms tightening almost painfully around you. When he’s had his fill he sets you down, his hand automatically going to your ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bury your face in his chest.

The smell of whiskey, bacon and cheese burgers and leather fill your nose. You blink back the tears threatening to fall. The nostalgia the smell brings is nearly overwhelming. Feelings you thought long dead and dealt with burst in your chest. Love mingled with sorrow and rejection, happiness and pain, all forming a deep connection that pulls you to him like a magnet. You couldn’t part with him. It was physically painful. The mere thought sent a lance of pain through your head.

“De,” you whisper, clutching at his shirt, fearing that if you let go he would be gone. Again.

He tugs lightly at the ends of your hair and your shoulders relax, your body melding effortlessly with his.

Sam clears his throat, dispelling the tension you had failed to notice.

Your head snaps up, blinking rapidly at the man standing to your left. “Sammy!” you shriek happily, dislodging yourself from dean and throwing yourself at Sam.

“Hey, Shads,” he spins you around once, chuckling happily as you cling to him.

The smile Dean graces the two of you with could power a third world country.

Sam sets you on your feet, your eyes scanning the lobby for your favorite angel, coming to a stop when you see Bucky.

The rising happiness you feel is crushed instantly when you take in his expression. A deep scowl, anger shimmering in his eyes. He raises his eyes to meet yours, slipping into his Winter Soldier persona without hesitation. He regards you coldly.

“Explain!” he snaps, and you take an involuntary step backward, bumping into Dean’s chest.

He wraps an arm around you, and Bucky growls.

Fear blossoms, you know he can see it.

Sam maneuvers in front of you while Dean drags you behind him, muscle memory and years of experience kicking in.

Steve comes to the rescue. “Pal, you should go work it off,” he orders, regarding the Winchesters with curiosity.

Bucky doesn’t budge an inch, his eyes trained firmly on Dean. A silent stand off ensues, fraught with danger. Any second someone was’ going to start swinging.

Fearing for them both, you slip out of Dean’s grasp and inch cautiously forward. “Hey, B,” you croon softly.

His eyes snap to yours immediately.

You stop in front of him. “I’m going to take your hand now, okay?” you say softly, gently taking his hand.

His shoulders relax slightly, the scowl easing off his face.

“We’re okay,” you remind him, and his eyes losing their hard edge. “Will you walk me to my room, Sarge?” you ask lightly.

He quirks a crooked smile. “How can I say no ta a pretty dame like you doll?”

You breathe an internal sigh of relief, casting a last glance over your shoulder.

Dean’s face is pinched into a frown, his gaze catches yours. He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You can’t help the feeling of dread that floods your chest as Bucky escorts you to the elevator, stepping inside you chance a last look at your past, Dean rounds on Steve, you can feel the venom as he spits out his words, his shoulders tense and his jaw ticking as Steve replies, you can’t make out the words, the elevator door obscuring your line of sight as it closes.

You peer at Bucky, a small smirk plastered on his face as he reaches for your hand, you grit your teeth against the annoyance, hitting the emergency stop button and rounding on him. “You can’t do that James” you say angrily, he drops his gaze to the floor, “He touched you” he replies sulkily, you can’t help the twinge of hope that springs to life, or the way your lips twitch into a smile, reigning yourself in you let go of his hand, taking a step away from him. “Steve and Sam touch me. Wanda and Nat too, hell even Vision does, I’ve never seen you react that way” you challenge, raising your eyebrows and placing your hands on your hips.

Bucky scoffs out loud “Steve doesn’t touch you like you’re his. Sam doesn’t hold you the way he did, you do not melt into Wanda and you don’t look like you belong with Nat” he replies shortly, his words clipped and harsh. Chuckling humorlessly, you poke a finger at his chest, anger rising swiftly, hot and vile “you have no right to be jealous. I’m giving you what you want, friendship and only friendship” you snap, he grabs the offending finger, pulling you towards him, you’re inches away from him, so close you can see the flecks of green in his eyes “That is not the point Shadow, Dean or whatever the fuck his name is, wants something from you, I saw the way he looked at you, possessive and hungry, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you” he growls, shaking you by the shoulders “And you let him, you let him touch you, you forgot the hurt, and you ran to him like a fucking puppy after its master” he adds harshly, the words like a bucket of ice water thrown over you, you rip yourself out of his grip, snarling as you hit the Emergency Stop button, the elevator jumps back to life, jostling you both as it continues its upward trajectory.

“You have no right” you hiss, staring straight ahead, the cold glint of the metal reflecting off of Bucky’s arm, you don’t say anything else, needing to get as far away from him as possible, the Elevator grinds to a halt, the doors opening too slowly for your liking, you step through and stop, turning to face a very angry Bucky Barnes.

“If you didn’t want me to be with someone else James, you shouldn’t have insisted on just being friends. I am not a second choice, and i will not wait for you to get over whatever the fuck is going on in your head, figure it out” you snap, chest heaving with anger, your face is flushed, fists clenching at your sides.

“You didn’t want me when you could’ve had me, I’m not a backup plan, I wanted you to choose me every day like I chose you. You’re selfish and bitter and I am done being your filler girl!” and with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving Bucky open mouthed and fuming in the compounds elevator.

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Today is Portland’s Pride Parade, but unfortunately I had to work so I missed it. So, since I couldn’t make it, I decided to show my support on my nails, including the asexual pride flag for myself. 

Happy Pride!

Colors Used:

 Sinful Colors- Clad In Plaid, Clementine, Chick Chick, Gogo Boy, Love Thy Self, Ink Positive, Black On Black,

China Glaze- Starboard, Grape Pop, Sugar High

KBShimmer- My Life’s Porpoise, Eyes White Shut

OPI- Barre My Soul

Cirque Colors- We Trippy

anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to their crush trying to make him jealous to get his attention

ooh. saucy. here goes. thanks for requesting!


“What’s with the flowers?” Jin said as he reached out to help with the groceries you had carried all the way up to his apartment. The two of you were cooking together tonight, and you had picked up the groceries on your way back from work.
You smiled secretly and hoisted the huge bouquet further on your hip as you walked into the kitchen. “I don’t know. Some secret admirer, I guess. It was on my desk when I got to work.”
Jin set the groceries on the countertop, quiet. Is it working? You skip towards the groceries to unpack them like you weren’t watching him, leaving the flowers in Jin’s line of sight.
And sure enough, in a few seconds, Jin was inspecting the flowers with the look of an experienced detective. “And you have no idea who this ‘secret admirer’ is?”
You cheerfully unwrap some Saran wrap from a plastic box of strawberries. “Nope. I wonder how this admirer of mine knows these are my favourite flowers. Huh.“
After a moment of silence, Jin clears his throat. “Right. It’s a pretty romantic idea– ” Jin tugged at something white and square, hidden beneath an especially luscious flower bud. A price tag. Dammit. You feel the blush already rising as you realize your ploy had backfired. “–if not for the price tag that seems to declare this particular bouquet is from the very shop you have acquired these groceries from. Isn’t it a shame your admirer chose to leave the price tag on?”

You could try to deny the cheeky accusation in his words, but your red checks betray you. Jin clapped his hands in delighted laughter, and moved forward to squeeze you to his wide chest. “Very smart, ____. Just a little mistake, I would have beloved you otherwise.” His chuckle rumbled through his chest as he placed his chin on top of your head. “But it’s a good thing you messed up. Now I know what flowers to bring you when I take you out on a date. What do you say about Saturday night?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


“You’ve cleaned up pretty well.” Yoongi states as he folds his arms. Min Holly yaps behind his ankle at your dog, and the both of you take a moment to fondly gaze at the pair as they begin an animated game of yapping noisily at each other.

“Yeah, that’s what normal people do when they go on hot dates, Yoongs. Of course, I wouldn’t expect you to know what normal people do.”

Yoongi ran an eye over you and crossed his legs, casually lolling against his door. “Hot dates, huh?” He grinned a gummy smile and raised an eyebrow. 

You crossed your arms defiantly. “Yep, which is why I want you to take care of her-” You gestured at the direction your dog had run after Min Holly into Yoongi’s apartment. “-While tonight’s proceedings…proceed.”

He nodded slowly, still grinning idiotically. You wanted to believe your ‘plan’ was working, but Yoongi’s reaction boded otherwise.

Another bark reminded you it was time to set the next part of your plan in motion. That is, go to the bowling centre and have some fun before coming back at a ‘scandalously’ late hour to pick up your dog while letting slip some juicy details about your ‘hot date’ to Yoongi.

“Well, I better go now. Take care of her, will you?“ You prepare to wave and take off, but Yoongi raises an arm to stop you.

“You know, I don’t know much about ‘normal people’ fashion, but-“  He shrugged his plaid-clad shoulders and pointed a finger at your feet. “I’m sure bowling shoes are not the usual attire for a hot date, especially not with an outfit like that. So what’s the situation here?”

You look down at your feet, hoping at all odds that your feet were in those shoes you’d especially picked out for a date you weren’t going on, and not the worn-out and grey with use shoes you usually wore to the arena.

But no. There it was for the whole world (and more importantly, Yoongi) to see. There was no hot date, and that was the truth.

“Oh look, your face is all red. It’s pretty cute, to be honest.“ Yoongi stepped forward, his gummy smile stretching at your embarrassment. “Just one thing, though,“ He took your face in his hands, forcing you to see the cheeky grin on his face. “Were you trying to make me jealous at the ‘proceedings’ part or the bowling shoes part?“

Originally posted by dimpole


“Oh man, he looks furious.“ 

You gulp at your friend’s words as you turn and see Hobi, drink in hand, stalking towards where you and your partner in crime stood at the balcony. Seeing the grim look on his face, you wonder if your plan to make Hobi jealous had been too effective. 

“So,“ Your friend smiled theatrically as he grabbed your elbow, exaggerated enough so Hobi would see it from a mile away. In fact, he overdid it so much you wondered how Hobi was actually buying this. ”Can I get your number?“

Smooth as a snake, Hobi slid in between the both of you. “Sorry. ______ doesn’t have a phone. You can move ahead.”

Your friend scowled and stomped away, playing the part of a flirt to the last hair. Hobi watched him walk away with a glint in his eyes, teeth gritted, A little struck, you prepare to pretend you were offended, but before you got a chance, Hobi began to leave without a word. You run up to him and grab his elbow. “Where are you going, Hobi? There was no reason to scare him away like that.“

“I’m going to report the guy to security. Seems like a real creep.“

You blanch. “What?! No!”

Where had sweetheart Hobi gone? Like he could read your thoughts, his next statement scared you even more. “You’re right. Security won’t be enough. Maybe I should have a chat with the guy himself.” 

Visions of attending your friend’s funeral floated through your head. “No! Hobi, he doesn’t like me that way!”

Hobi shook his head and began walking again, hardly noticing you hanging onto his arm in an attempt to stop him. “That’s what they all say, ______. I should just make sure he doesn’t come back and bother you again.”

“Hobi, he wasn’t bothering me, he was trying to help me get you jealous. He wasn’t actually flirting with me!“

That put a wrench in his (murderous) works. His mouth softened into an upside down V, his face relaxing into a worried but soft one that belonged to the Hobi you knew. “What? Why would you do that?”

Your embarrassment coursed through your anxiety. “I wanted to nudge you into asking me out because god knows you weren’t doing it soon enough.”

Hobi’s eyebrows further furrowed in confusion, fortunately, oblivious to your embarrassment as you realize you’ve let the cat out of the bag. “That’s ridiculous. I was going to ask you out anyway, I just wanted to wait till the comeback settled down so I could give you all my attention.”

You sigh and let your head fall to his shoulder in relief. “Now you tell me.”


You rummage in your bag for change as the cashier patiently waited. Namjoon stood beside you, amusedly watching you struggle. With a sigh of embarrassment, you find the note you were looking for and hand it over to the cashier, who flashed a brilliant grin at you before ringing up your stash of candy. The slight brush of his fingers against yours did not go unnoticed, either by Namjoon or you. His earlier dimples disappeared as he cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. 

You notice that too. A piece of advice you’d unwittingly received from one of your friends rung through your head. Jealousy is always plan every-letter-in-the-alphabet. You never wrong with jealousy.

You bit your lip as you considered it. What did you have to lose anyway?

So you gave your all into pretending to flirt with the cashier, who eagerly reciprocated. You smiled whenever you caught the cashier’s eye. You laughed when he made a quip about the amount of candy you were buying. You did not refuse when he asked for your number.

So it was only inevitable that Namjoon would turn to you the minute you were out of the little grocery, and waiting to cross the street. Namjoon scuffed his shoes against the sidewalk. “What was that all about?”

You did your best to suppress a smile and shrugged before fishing out a lollipop from the paper bag in your hands. “He was cute. Might be worth a try.”

Namjoon leaned against a post and gave the ground puppy eyes. “Oh.”
He sounded so forlorn your earlier idea seemed heartless to you now. You sigh and nudged his feet with yours. “For someone with an IQ of 148, you can be pretty dense at times.

He raised his eyes to yours, eyebrows knitted in confusion, still shrouded in puppy-like misery. That old friend who’d recommended jealousy had obviously never met Namjoon.

“I was trying to make you jealous. ” You muttered in explanation. “I think I’ve just made you miserable. Sorry.”

Namjoon lips parted in unspoken surprise. “I was going to ask you out for real after tonight,” He stammered. “I almost decided not to when I saw you flirt with that other guy.”

The red light flashed and the cars began slowing down, but the two of you didn’t cross. It was like the two of you were rooted to the sidewalk, shocked at how close your ‘master plan’ had come to messing everything up. 

You pinched the lollipop between your fingers and shamefully extended it towards Namjoon. Strawberry, his favourite kind. “Do you still want to ask me out?”

With a roll of his eyes, he accepted the lollipop, like sealing a promise to never speak of tonight to anyone. “Yeah. But no more cute cashiers. ”

Originally posted by ksjknj


You found Jimin in the practice room, arms around his knees, temple pressed against the cold mirror, softly singing to himself. As you get closer, you realize he’s singing the vocal part to Boy In Luv in a very forlorn - sounding tone, each oppa creating a small circle of mist where his breath touched the wall mirror.


A doleful oppa is cut off as Jimin is startled out of his private session. For a moment, he’s disorientated, but when he realizes it’s just you,  he lets his head fall back again. “It’s you. I was just thinking of you and here you are.”

Your heart pounded. Jin is one smart man, you thought. And he had proved it yet again with his brilliant plan of trying to make Jimin jealous and ‘nudge’ him towards fessing up. So far, so good. 

“You were thinking about me and singing Boy In Luv?”

Jimin sighed and flopped onto his back, sliding down until his neck was bent against the mirror it what seemed like a highly uncomfortable position. “Honestly, I would have never thought one of my songs would be this appropriate for a situation at any point in my life.” He threw his hands up in despair. “Every time I work up the courage to ask you out, some Mr. Perfect comes along and whisks you away.” He gestured wildly towards his feet, pointing at an opened can you hadn’t noticed when you came in. “The only reason I’m even telling you all this is because you’re just a figment of my imagination, a wish on behalf of my drunk consciousness. I would never have the guts to tell the real you, now would I?”

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. What? Realization courses through you, dampening the nerves from his ‘confession’. He thought you were just a hallucination, a 'drunken’ dream.

“Jimin, that’s a can of root beer. You’re not drunk.” You sighed and rubbed a hand over your eyes. “I’m also very real.”

Silence. Then Jimin, slowly turning pink, sat up like you would bite him any second. “You- you heard all that?” His eyes widened in fear. “_____ heard all that?”

You nodded. Jimin dropped his head into his hands and groaned, rocking back and forth in embarrassment.  

“But, Jimin-” You tried prying his fingers off his face. “Earlier, at that party, Jin wasn’t really flirting with me. We were just trying to get you jealous, so you’d hurry up and ask me out.” You blushed, matching Jimin’s pink face as he dropped his hands in disbelief. “I guess it worked a bit too well. I didn’t want to make you sad.”

Mouth parted, Jimin stared at you, a bit dazed as if he was really drunk. “It wasn’t real?”
“You like me, too?”

Another moment of disbelief. Then Jimin swallowed and looked at his hands, still in yours from when you were trying to stop him from tearing out his own eyes in embarrassment. Slowly, he threaded his fingers through yours. “Now I really hope you aren’t a figment of my imagination.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


“You sure do get around.” He says as you wave goodbye to the cute man at the popcorn counter you’d been ‘flirting’ with.

“Maybe I do. Do you think he’s cute?”

Tae sniffed and rolled his eyes. “Average at the best. The guy-next-door thing is overdone, anyway.”

“At least he’s next door. You’re spaced out all the time.”

He grabbed the bucket of popcorn from your hands and grumpily grabbed a handful. “Oh ha ha. Maybe the next time I’m spaced out, you should go find Mr. Oh-Look-At-Me-I’m-So-Next-Door.” He looked at the popcorn like it was Mr. Oh-Look-At-Me-I’m-So-Next-Door. “The spaced out joke is so old anyway.” He muttered before stuffing some into his mouth.

You stifle a smile. “Taehyung, are you jealous?!”

“Any man would be if he sees his date flirting with another man.”

“Why-” You stopped in your tracks, disrupting the audience’s gradual flow to the theatre. “Tae, what did you just say?”

“About Mr. Oh-Look-At–?”

“No!” You gulped. “About me.”

Tae frowned. “About you flirting with him? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s not how dates are supposed to go, especially when the man you’re flirting with is not your date.”

Your pulse beat in your throat. “TAE! I didn’t know we were on a date!”

“What? Oh- yeah, right, because I routinely take my pretty friends out to romance movies and buy them popcorn.”

I bought the popcorn, not-” You took a deep breath, wondering if you were going to sacrifice your mental health by asking. “Tae, tell me clearly. What are we? I mean, what are we doing right now?”

He gave you a strange look and slowly grabbed some popcorn. “Dating, of course.” Tae shot an evil eye in the general of  Mr. Oh-Look-At-Me-I’m-So-Next-Door. “Were you trying to make me jealous, really?”

You didn’t know whether you wanted to cry, laugh, or scream. You decided to just answer straightforwardly. “Yes.”

He passed a concerned glance over you. “Okay…. then. Come on.  The movie’s about to start. ” With that, he walked away with the popcorn, muttering about whether 'it’ was because of your horoscope.

Originally posted by cmtae


You rolled your eyes for the fifth time since you started driving home from the part. You glared at Jungkook, who was sitting shotgun, arms sulkily crossed. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you were almost 100% sure he was pouting. 

“You’re so immature, Jungkook!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re literally pouting as you say that!”

“Am not!” Realizing the polarity between his words and actions, he tried (and failed in) arranging his expression into one of nonchalance and sunk further down the seat. This stubbornness of his was one of the things that infuriated -but at the same time- made you love him the most. 

“I’m guessing this is about that man I was flirting with.” You rolled your eyes at his stubborn silence and wished you’d never gone to the stupid party. “ Who, by the way, is an old friend, an old friend who has a wife. And no, he’s not the type to cheat, he was just trying to help me get you jealous. Wish I’d never had the idea now that I’ve seemed to have succeeded in doing so.” You click your tongue in exasperation when you hear no response. “Jungkook, I swear to god, if you don’t stop sulking right this moment I’ll forget I’ve ever had a crush on you and-”

“Make- make me jealous?” He choked out, looking completely shook. Jungkook slowly raised himself up from where he’d slinked into the car seat. He smiled a cocky grin, returning to the old Jungkook you knew better. “You have a crush on me?”

Not wanting to have this constantly held over you, you clenched the steering wheel, frustrated. “No.”

“Who’s being immature now?”


Originally posted by nnochu

yeahhh…sorry about that wait. school and the comeback had me pretty distracted. never fear, i’m still trying my best. go ahead and request, or tell me what you think. ask me stuff you wanna know. dont be shy, go on.

Pierce the Veil

Originally posted by lucifersgirl1215

(GIF not mine)


Summary: A dangerous case, an eloquent party and some pleasant company. Much to your brothers’ annoyance they needed the King of Hell on this hunt, and they knew exactly how to get him to agree.

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader, Winchester Sister, Smut

Relationship: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Monsters

Author’s Notes: Inspired by an Edgar Allan Poe short story:  The Masque of the Red Death. Feedback always welcome, sorry this is a long one-shot! Requests are open! Let me know if you want to be tagged in future works too! ~

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Death Note Drama

- L is a shiny J-Pop asshole who drinks fruit pouches

- Light is clad in plaid and is sad

- Misa probably keeps emergency glitter on her person at all times

- Near is a girl whose voice occasionally goes into Batman mode

- Mello is a fucking puppet

- Matsuda is literal sunshine

- Aizawa’s hair is my aesthetic

- Watari is the gosh darn cutest little button

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Some McHanzo fic recs cause yknow… i like ‘em. There’s a lot and they’re in no particular order.

Your Cheatin’ Heart by SleepySkies

  • Summary: “A stowaway, a wager, a deck of cards. Sex on a riverboat.”
  • Historical AU, completed, Explicit
  • Words: 6,829

A faithful companion by kaijuborn

  • Summary: “Hanzo is a wanderer, always on the move after leaving his home and his duties. However, when winter comes and he finds himself in an abandoned town, he decides to stay for a while. A large, three-legged wolf accompanies him, though the animal appears to be more than what first meets the eye.”
  • McWerewolf AU, completed, Teen and Up
  • Words: 10,195

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A Fool For Daughter (Kris)

Originally posted by exo-wufan

Type: Fluff

Requested: Hi. I Love you scenarios. Can you please make a cute Kris scenario. Thank you!

‘Kris Wu Shares First Pictures Of Adorable Newborn Daughter’ Kris smiled at the article that was published only hours after he shared the first pictures of his daughter. She was laying against your shirt, he little brown eyes opened looking up at Kris as he took a selfie of them together. Wu Yisu was only a month old and Kris wouldn’t shut up about her. She looked just like him and had a few little features you had. He read many comments about how she was already in love with her daddy, how happy he must have been by the amount of pictures he posted, and even nice ones concerned about you and telling you good job.

“Babe take more pictures” Kris calls as you rolled your eyes pulling your phone. He was very much in love with his tiny one. Yisu let out a light whine as she adjusted into him more. He started bouncing lightly as he smiled “daddy love you” he coos lightly as you took a picture of the two of them. Instantly you knew you weren’t posting that one. It was just too perfect to share with the rest of the world. “We made such a beautiful baby” he told you as you smiled “she’s basically all you” you tell him “yeah? Our skin isn’t exactly the same” he told you as she did lean more towards you skin tone. “She has your cute chin” he continues as he looks down at her.

He seemed to get lost into her more as he simply smiled at her “she’s got the cutest little button nose” he continues as he watched her little hand clutch his top in her sleep. “Kris you’re crying” you coo as you walk over to the giant man. You tugged your jacket sleeve up rubbing his eyes lightly “I don’t want her to grow any bigger. I want her to stay this little” he says as he sniffles. “Your jacket smells weird” he continues as you nod. “Spit up” you whisper. He was very emotional about her, he seemed to get all the hormones you lost as he was seeming so overly dramatic the more he was with Yisu.


“Tiny toes for your tiny tiny socks” he coos as he made faces at his now 3 month old daughter. “Little duck ducks” he continues making the sock dance in her face. She smiled as he smiled back at her. “I’m glad you leaned how to smile” he cooed as he leaned down pressing his lips to her smooth forehead before he pulled back and started putting her socks on her feet.

Once they were on he laid back over her as her fingers instantly touched his face. One of her new skills was being able to touch about everything within her reach. His person favorite by far. He smirked leaning down pressing many kisses to her face and neck, she didn’t fully understand laughter yet so it was simple gasps of air before she let out a rather high pitched sound from the affections of her father. He giggled at her “you’re just so cute” he coos kissing her little onesie covered tummy “so important to daddy and mommy” he continues as he looks her over. “So so important that I dropped all my scheduling for a couple of months just so I can be with you” he continues having a deep moment with her as she just stared up at him. “Kris is she ready for bed?” you asked him as he looked over at you “yeah. All clean and ready to be messy tomorrow” he said in his baby voice to Yisu who smiled at him again.

“She’s sleeping in her crib tonight” you purr into his ear as his head twitches to the side slightly. You two had been planning your return to your decently normal sex life but of course Yisu being a baby need attention when thing were getting good. After developing a decent technique to get her to completely pass out you guys took it as a sign. “She’s right here babe she might hear. Don’t speak dirty words around the baby” he says feeling embarrassed by the thoughts he was beginning to have.

“Well mommy misses daddy in more than one way and she needs just as much time as baby” you tell him as he smirks as his embarrassment slinked away and been replaced with your dorky flirty man. He sat up from over her taking a seat beside her as he pulls you close by your hips. “Daddy misses you too” he whispers as he presses a light kiss to your lips. “One night” he continues enjoying kiss. Yisu let’s out a sound as she grabs her father’s plaid pajama clad leg. His eyes changed from the flirty ones he was giving you only seconds ago as he looked down at his daughter practically shoving you away from him as he turned to her. “Daddy is sorry for ignoring you” he tells Yisu as he picks her up resting her close to him. “Let’s have bottle and then we’ll go sleepy yeah?” he coos her as he starts walking out of the bedroom leaving you there, you could have sworn your little one was sending you evil eyes for taking her daddy away for even a few seconds. You sighed laying back knowing that he had an on off switch his daughter now had complete control of.

Maple April

 Warnings: Unbeta’d, unedted, unediteed, unedtd, oonedted, Your life is awesome as long as you’re happy with it, okay? Okay, Ily <333

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: Requested by anon! Hope you like it, hon :D I enjoyed writing this a lot, okay? I don’t even know. I’d love your honest opinion on it, hope you can excuse some rushed mistakes and all (point them out if you find them, would ya?) and I genuinely hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by maxandalec

This sucked.

Honestly, you were blatantly lying to yourself while coming here. Deep down you knew it was going to suck, you knew you’d regret coming, you knew you’d end up wanting to get shitfaced more than you’d want to stay sober, yet you still came. You still pressed “Going” instead of “Interested” in the stupid Facebook page your old classmates had created and you still put an effort into your outfit, thinking that maybe, just maybe, time would make them grow out of their trashy attitude.

Surprise, surprise. That wasn’t the case.

The millisecond your foot passed the doorframe, you regretted your life choices.

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Memories That Remain CH5

Thank you so much for continuing this journey with us. This chapter is a little more flashback heavy than normal, to get some stuff out of the way. @jaybear1701​ and I  appreciate all the comments we’ve gotten.

Chapter Summary: Tempers flare and wounds are reopened as the past comes back to haunt Nicole and Waverly and they’re forced to deal with the decisions they made in the past. An intoxicated Wynonna takes things into her own hand.

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Originally posted by rambinha

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Dean??   Demon!Dean x Pregnant! Reader

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

*Hey guys! I’ve been gone far too long I do apologize so without further ado lets get this crazy train off the tracks!* **BTW THE GIF ISNT MINE!!!!!**




  I stared down at the tiny white stick in my hands, the two pink lines staring at me, taunting me.  How was I supposed to raise this baby without a father??  

  “Sam!”  I called out from the bathroom knowing that the moose of a man was waiting for me around the corner.  His next to silent footfalls echoed across the empty hallway in the bunker.

  “Yes Y/N?” He replied to me calling out for him, coming around the corner and towering over my small frame. 

  “Sam….It’s positive…” I whispered hesitantly, after all Sam was the one who wanted me to take the test after Dean had left and I was mysteriously sick all the time.   

Sam sighed deeply and pulled me into his warm chest “What do you want to do? I mean, Dean is a demon for heavens sake!”

His chest rumbled while he was talking, my eyes started to water up at this point as I realized the true situation I had gotten myself into “I-I don’t know…”  It was like Sam knew I was going to cry in a minute as he hugged me tighter and began to rock side to side while I sobbed against his plaid clad chest.  Sam knew what I was thinking at the moment ‘How are we supposed to raise this baby without its father?’ 

 “I’m gonna go lay down Sam..” My voice trailed off as I practically peeled myself off of him and walked back to my room, my hunter senses started going into overdrive as I got closer and closer to my bedroom door.  I never left my door open and yet it was cracked, I slowly pushed it open the rest of the way and felt my skin begin to crawl.  I felt around for the light switch before I realized that the switch was flipped already “What the hell?”  I heard a deep chuckle right behind me and before I could react there was a familiar hand covering my mouth.  “Dean??” My voice was muffled by his hand but I figured he could understand me. 

“Hey Sweetheart.” He chuckled.

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Seven Minutes In Heaven

For the lovely @super-slick-fanfic-chick

Just something we thought of :3

Character: Isaac Lahey

Originally posted by dylpicklesprays

“Erica, I don’t know about this.” You bit your lip, pulling at the bottom of the very short flapper dress.

She rolled her eyes, placing the headband on your head and adjusting the feather, “shut up, you look sexy. Boys are going to be falling at your feet.”

“They won’t even see my face,” you mumbled, grabbing the lace mask from your vanity.

“That’s not the point. They’ll be drooling over your hot bod.”

You let her apply bright red lipstick and then you went to your bed, pulling on your black heels. You looked over Erica’s outfit, jealous of how her Game of Thrones dress complimented her curves. Her hair was braided back with flowers embedded in the bends. She held out her hand to help you stand up. “You look amazing. Don’t even worry.”

You nodded and followed her out to her car, butterflies in your stomach. It wasn’t long before you arrived at Lydia Martin’s lake house, and you felt like you were going to throw up from all your nerves. Your heels clicked against the pavement as you made your way up to the door. “Happy Halloween! Come in, you guys look great!” The red head was dressed up as a Greek Goddess.

She was the only one without a disguise. You weren’t even sure if she recognized who you were. It didn’t seem to matter to Erica though, because she grabbed your wrist as soon as you entered the door, and rushed you to the bowl of punch. The bowl had fake eyeballs floating in the red liquid and you admired the finger food decorating the table. Erica shoved a cup into your hand and told you to drink and let loose. You took a small sip, knowing well that there was alcohol embedded. You followed your friend out into the crowded main area, taking in all of the decorations and costumes. One person that caught your eye, however, was the plaid clad stranger leaning against a doorway. He was across the room and you could barely see him through the mass of bodies, but he intrigued you.

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Got a problem Weasley? No? Looks like you have a little one. Maybe a tad jealous? Maybe because I’m an older, more mature man who can use the potty and everything? Or maybe, maybe this will make you jealous. Yes, it is a crayon drawing of Hermione and mine’s wedding.

Day 27- Inspired By Artwork

Colors Used:

Sinful Colors- Energetic Red (mixed), Clad In Plaid (mixed), Clementine (mixed), Snow Me White, Black On Black

China Glaze- Something Sweet (mixed), Casual Friday (mixed), All Aboard (mixed)

OPI- You’re So Vain-illa

Butter London- Matte Finish Top Coat

“So ... let’s talk about your father.” Dean, Denial and John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, or, Why Dean still hasn’t launched a grenade.

(CW 1: This post deals with the episode “Sam, Interrupted,” which has a fairly inconsistent approach towards mental illness and neurotypical divergence. I get a little squeamish with some of the representations and approaches towards “crazy” in the episode).

(CW 2: Talking about John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, so mild suppositions about the upbringing Dean had, with mentions of neglect).

This week’s task of The Great Meta Scavenger Hunt was to tie together two randomly selected aspects of the show. When I got past tons of con pages and Supernatural books, I was left with two things I am happy to talk to you about:

The grenade launcher

Originally posted by smartiespn


Dr. Fuller (from 05x11, “Sam, Interrupted”)

Originally posted by sam-winchester-admiration-league

More specifically, Dr. Fuller and the grenade launcher are both devices by which we engage with Dean’s sharply-honed sense of emotional asceticism.

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Green Eyed Monster - Dean Winchester One Shot

“Hey I was hoping you’d be able you write something where the reader hunts with TFW and she dates dean and had to get all dolled up and sexy in order to seduce a demon or Crowley or someone so the boys can get past he demon/get info or something and dean gets jealous and it leads to the reader teasing dean about being jealous back at the bunker then smut or something please?”
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 3,800
Warnings: Mention of vampire case and violence, smut, alcohol mentioned, tiny bit of swearing.
Author’s Note: I am still feeling a little out of practise so be kind :)

Green Eyed Monster

“Oh come on Garth, are you sure you’re gonna be alright here without me? Bobby’s shoes are pretty big ones to fill; I could stick around a little longer if you want.” You teased, all the while incredibly proud that your hunting partner was taking on the responsibility of guiding hunters the way Bobby used to, and honestly pretty relieved that he would be slightly more out the reach of danger than he had been running down cases with you.

“You’ve kept me company long enough (Y/N),  you’ve gotta get back out there chasing down things that go bump in the night, and making the world a safer place - it’s what you’re made to do. Besides I’ve got a new pair of hunters for you to show up.” He announced grandly, but his sincere smile showed that he did really admire you as a hunter and even more as a friend. You and Garth had been through everything in the years you’d hunted together, and he was the closest thing to family you’d ever really had, but you needed to get back on the road and knew he was where he was meant to be, so you were pretty excited to meet your new partners in crime.

He had invited some pair of brothers he had hunted with a while ago to meet you at his new base of operations, so they could take you back to their bunker for a chance to exchange information and catch you up on all the leads they were following. You found it hard to imagine working as well with anyone as you did with Garth but, as the doorbell went and Garth rose to answer it, you put on a smile and hoped for the best.

“(Y/N), this here is Sam and Dean Winchester, the guys who will be desperately trying to take my place.” He introduced, ushering two tall, gorgeous men into the room, both clad in plaid shirts, jeans and an unnecessary amount of layers.
“And this, gentlemen, is my exceptional partner (Y/N).” Garth beamed proudly as you jumped up and shook hands with the both of them.

“It’s great to meet you, I’m sure we’ll be a great team.” You chirped happily, figuring you should try and be friendly if you were gonna be spending all of your time with the two hunks. The long haired one smiled back, shaking your hand happily and looking a little surprised, while the shorter one just stared at you, his mouth slightly open, his gaze working down your body until it felt like he had surveyed every inch of you. You were used to this reaction when you met other hunters, and when they were as handsome as this one, it was very flattering. In your little floral dress and bright lipstick you didn’t exact look like the typical hunter, but this had worked to your advantage more times than you could count when it came to getting information, keys or luring men and demons to their end.

“Dean?” You said quietly, snapping him out of his trance, making him blush as he realised he had been blankly starring at you.

“Sorry, long drive,” he tried to brush it off as if he hadn’t been checking you out, “it’s great to have you on our side.” He beamed, shaking your hand and holding onto it just that little bit too long.

And that’s how it all started. Not only did you and the Winchesters become an amazing team of hunters but Dean found in you what he had been dreaming of his whole life. It didn’t take more than a couple of hunts for him to be amazed by how smart and brave and caring you were and after seeing the way he took care of his little brother it’s fair to say you were pretty smitten with him as well. It seemed to progress so naturally, from mutual respect, to heartfelt affection and even Sam felt incredibly happy to know his brother had someone looking out for him, and being there for all the emotional support that Dean couldn’t always admit that he needed. Your relationship was loving, comforting and you both knew that you’d be there for each other no matter what. As much as your lifestyle meant your relationship could be pretty intense at times, that didn’t mean you didn’t playfully tease him whenever you got the chance, which usually resulted in Dean scooping you into his arms and carrying you to bed as quickly as he could.

As well as becoming family to both brothers, you also taught them a thing or two about hunting; showing them that subtle charm could often get you a lot further than brute force and threats. You never failed to flirt your way past a sheriff or trick a demon into spilling his guts to you, something that had been crucial to a lot of your investigations. Sam really appreciated the way you could manipulate people, getting information more easily than he ever could before you joined them in their hunts, but Dean wasn’t a big fan of your methods, seeing you flirting with anyone other than him stirred up such intense jealousy in the hunter that half the time he’d leave Sammy to watch over you himself, not that he would ever admit anything for fear of coming across too possessive and putting you off. But still, he would try and suggest any other plan of action to stop you having to chat up any other man, demon or unholy being.

“We can just break into the place, get Garth to give us some hex stuff to break any charms and the vamp never even has to know!” Dean argued, desperately trying to sound confident in his haphazard plan despite knowing the best course of action was to put you in the line of danger.

“C’mon Dean, you know that’s too risky! (Y/N) can get us in without him suspecting anything, putting the hostages in way less danger!” Sam replied exasperated, tired of constantly having to talk Dean into letting you do your thing. The three of you had stumbled upon to a handsome vampire picking up women in bars and taking them back to his place to feed. You had gone to check out the nest and found it guarded by some magic that you couldn’t seem to break past, but by the sounds of it the lured women were still alive in the house. Naturally you and Sam suggested that you let the vamp pick you up in a bar and take you back to the house, then when his guard was down the three of you could get in and save the women; a straightforward plan that you were confident you could carry out, but Dean wasn’t happy about it at all.

“Gorgeous, you know I can handle myself, and you and Sam will be there to keep me safe. Nothing is going to happen to me baby.” You tried to comfort him, not realising the real reason he didn’t want this to go ahead.

“Fine! But let’s do this tonight and get it over with.” Dean reluctantly accepted, knowing a losing battle when he saw one. You and Sam agreed, giving you just a few hours to do some last minute research and make yourself irresistible, something you were well practiced in.


A few hours later you stepped out of the motel bathroom, making Dean’s jaw hit the floor the same way it did the first time he laid eyes on you.

“Nice work.” Sam remarked in his usual business like tone, knowing you took no pleasure from parading yourself round to lure out demons and vamps. But as Dean took in your stunning figure in your tiny, tight, black dress and killer red heels, he could feel the usual sinking feeling in his gut when he knew it wasn’t going to be his hand stroking your soft, exposed legs tonight.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Dean sighed, slumping forward to pick up the Impala keys and shuffling half-heartedly towards the door. Sam headed out the door before him, so before you stepped out you pulled Dean into your arms and placed a soft, loving kiss on his lips.

“I’m going to be fine baby.” You reassured softly, putting his sad demeanour down to worrying about your safety. As you pulled away, he clutched you tightly against his chest, kissing the top of your head and whispering

“I know. I just love you so much.” You smiled and looked up at your gorgeous, loving boyfriend and replied

“I love you too Dean.” Before heading out to get in the car and make your way to the bar where the vampire had picked up most of his victims.

Sitting alone at the bar, you sipped a cosmopolitan and tried not to glance over at Sam and Dean, who were blending in by sitting in a booth in the darkest corner of the bar. You could practically feel Dean’s eyes boring into the back of your neck as a tall, handsome man settled on the seat next to you. You turned slightly to glance his way and noticed his gaze was fixed longingly to your neck where you had worn your hair up to make sure it was entirely exposed. Knowing this was the mark you needed to seduce, you waited for him to engage you, going back to sipping your drink and occasionally playing with your necklace to make sure his focus was fixed to your neck as much as possible.

“It looks you could use a fresh drink, may I?” The voice beside you purred, using one hand to take your glass and the other settled on your now empty hand, showing no sign of letting go.

“Sure, I’ll take another cosmopolitan” you replied nonchalantly, finally glancing up and making eye contact with the stranger, biting down seductively on your lip, figuring the more he thought about biting the quicker he would want to get you home. He handed you a fresh drink, looking you up and down, and started inquiring,

“I’m a big fan of this bar, and I’ve never seen you before, so I take it your new around here?” His voice was deep and smooth and his eyes were captivating; it wasn’t hard to see how he had lured several women back to his house so easily.

“You’re right; I’m just passing through town, but thought I’d stick around for one night and a few drinks in a strange, dark bar.” You replied, with a dark tone to your voice that you only used when you put on this act. As much as this seduction and flirting came pretty easily to you, it was nothing like the way you really liked to show affection. When you were with Dean you were sweet and playful and affectionate and it made you love your relationship with Dean, because with all the darkness that filled your lives there was so much happiness and light between the two of you. The two of you couldn’t help but smile when you were together and as you smouldered at this evil creature all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your loving boyfriend surrounded by blankets and kisses.

“I like your style, you picked an excellent place to settle for the night. Do you have a room booked nearby?” He asked suggestively, sliding his hand up from your knee to your thigh and you smiled slyly, trying to repress the shudder that came from his touch. It made your skin crawl, but you stayed focused, locking eyes with him, and commented,

“I could only find a fleabag motel to leave my things at, but honestly I’d much rather spend the night somewhere else.” You could see the vampire’s eyes light up as you spoke and the next thing you knew you were in his car, travelling back to the house you had tried to break into just that morning. You could see the Impala just coming up the street as he walked you to his door, whispering a few Latin phrases before he opened it up and gestured for you to come inside. You smiled gratefully and leant in towards him slowly, watch his eyes flutter closed and his lips pucker up, just in time for Dean to sneak up behind him and slice clean through his neck.

“I forgot to tell you earlier, you look amazing.” Dean replied, his spirits momentarily lifted by how well the plan had gone, and being able to slice off the head of the creep that had been touching you.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, you managed to free all the women held captive in the house and take out a few more vamps that had been nesting there. With the hostages safely returned home, the three of you headed back to the bunker, in what felt like a long, tense drive. With the joy of a successful hunt having passed, Dean had settled back into his deep funk of jealousy and self-doubt brought on by seeing you easily pick up any man you set your eyes on. You could feel the tension coming from Dean but decided to wait until you were back in the bunker to confront him, saving Sam from being trapped in the middle of a potentially awkward conversation. It was pretty late by the time you got back, and Sam headed to bed leaving you and Dean alone in the bedroom you shared.

“Is there something on your mind baby, you seem a little tense tonight?” You inquired, pushing him softly down onto the end of the bed and straddling his lap, incredibly happy to be able to be so close to him again, after letting someone else stroke you. You played softly with his hair as his hands moved up to your waist, holding you firmly so he could admire you.

“It’s nothing; I just hate watching you flirting with anyone else. I want to be the only person that gets to hold your hand and stroke your skin and lean in to kiss you…” You could hear the slight touch of bitterness in his voice as he trailed off, thinking about all the times you’d used your feminine charm to get your way on a case.

“Dean Winchester! Are you saying you’re jealous?!” You laughed, having assumed all this time he was just worried about your safety, not that his own insecurity was getting the better of him. It seemed so ridiculous that he would ever feel jealous; you couldn’t be more devoted and in love with your playful boyfriend, and you couldn’t resist having a little fun with this new found knowledge. Dean just scolded and pouted at your laughter, turning away from you until you pulled his lips back against yours. You then swept your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck and sighed casually, “I mean that vampire was pretty handsome, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my neck.”

As if in retaliation to your comment Dean’s lips latched to your neck, sucking and biting just enough to leave a very noticeable mark. He looked pretty proud of himself knowing anyone who looked at your neck would see his mark, so you rose up off his lap and start sliding out of the jeans you had replaced your blood-soaked dress with.

“There are probably so many men that I’ve spoken to over the years who have imagined how I look stripping down to get into bed, it makes sense you’d be jealous.” You continued coyly, turning around and making a show of bending over and wiggling your hips at Dean, knowing your bum looked amazing in your little black panties. You could tell he was getting worked up, both by what you were saying, and how incredibly sexy you looked stripping right in front of him.

He licked his lips as you turned back to face him, pulling your tank top over your head to leave you in just your lingerie, your body looking completely perfect to him.

“I mean, now that I come to think of it, I could pretty much run off with anyone I choose.” You remarked thoughtfully as you looked down at your figure, and the mesmerised hunter in front of you, running your hands over your stomach gently and up to your chest, where you unclasped your bra, sliding it to the floor. “In fact, I think I’ll go see how quickly I can summon an angel or Crowley or something…” You were struggling to hold back the laughter at this point as Dean looked at you in complete disbelief, it finally dawning on him that you were making fun of him. You placed a hand on each of his knees as you leant forwards, softly fitting your lips to his as you slowly sunk to your knees, before continuing,

“I’ve just grown so tired, of my gorgeous,” with one hand you rubbed the bulge in-between his legs,

“loving” the other hand unbuckled his belt as his head fell back at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

“smart” you lifted his hips to pull his jeans and boxers down enough to free his solid manhood,

“playful” you stroked the length of him with your hand a few times

“boyfriend.” You looked up at him with a cheeky smile as you said the word, before slowly sliding him deep into your mouth, drawing a low, deep groan from his lips as his hands gripped the sheets, caught off guard by the sudden wet warmth. You gave him no time to calm down as you went to work, bobbing up and down quickly, flicking your tongue over his tip with every suck and letting your fingertips trail over his thighs, sending tingles through his entire body.

Naturally any annoyance from you teasing him had completely melted away the moment Dean realised what you were up to, and was replaced with his usual adoration for you, something he felt you might need a friendly reminder of. Pulling you up off your knees and lifting you clean off the floor, he flipped you, so you were lying back on the bed with him over you, his lips crashing against yours when he wasn’t pulling off his shirt. The smile on his face as his hands caressed you was unmissable, and your heart practically melted seeing the his face light up as you whispered into his kisses,

“I love you Dean Winchester.” Each kiss felt more passionate and loving than the last as one hand massaged your breasts and the other slipped off your increasingly wet panties. His thumb found your sensitive clit and rubbed it in rough circles, setting a fire inside you that you knew only Dean could ever satisfy. Two fingers made their way inside of you, pumping and twisting against your walls, as he trailed kisses down your neck, paying extra attention to the love-bite he had already given you. His sweet lips trailed down your collarbone, covering your chest and stomach in kisses before settling between your legs. His rough tongue flicked expertly over your clit, while he curved a third finger inside of you, your juices coating his fingers as he went, your legs shaking in pleasure as your moans grew louder and louder. You could feel your cheeks flushing red and heart beat racing as he brought your right to the edge of bliss, then he suddenly stopped, looking up at you while his fingers softly circled your folds, teasingly close to your slit.

“Dean please.” You breathed, the aching need for him overwhelming as your eyes begged him to keep going.

“Tell me that you’re my girl.” He commanded dominantly, a side you didn’t often see from him in the bedroom, but tonight he wanted to punish you a little for teasing him. Without any hesitation you moaned back,

“I’m all yours Dean, I’m your girl! Now please, I need you inside of me.” The pulsing in your centre was almost unbearable as he chuckled and thrust his fingers back inside of you, his tongue swirling over your clit. You whole body was practically vibrating in ecstasy at the relief his much needed friction provided, and you could feel yourself coming back to the edge of bliss. His fingers crooked forward, brushing your sweet spot and massaging your walls while tongue worked its magic, switching between broad, wet licks and short flicks over your clit.

“Oh Dean, fuck, yes.” You moaned as you felt yourself clenching around him, your hips bucking into him and your head pressing back against the pillow as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. His fingers rode you through your orgasm, the look of pride and adoration on his face very clear as you came completely undone the way only he could make you come. Your burning need for him wasn’t satisfied yet as you gripped his hips hard, lining up his throbbing member  and sliding him into you, instantly taking all the strength out of Dean’s arms, leaving him lying flat on top of you, your hot chests rubbing together as you set a frantic pace to his thrusts. His eyes clenched shut in pleasure, feeling how wet he had made you, and how badly you needed him. Your nails dragged across his hips as you bucked into him, loving the way he filled you completely sent a new ripple of pleasure surging through you. Your legs were turned completely to jelly as he sucked and licked your nipple, his movements erratic and shaky as he tried to hold on for as long as he could, but the way you felt was too much and he let out a loud moan, finishing inside you, the feeling of his hot seed triggering your own climax. You felt the waves of bliss wash over you together, as you both panted and moaned, and clutched the other close to you, until you finally collapsed beside each other, hardly able to move for exhaustion and happiness.

Dean reached over, stroking a stray hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear as he kissed you gently, feeling like no matter how much good he tried to do in the world, he would never deserve someone as wonderful as you in his life. You let your fingers trail over his chest and reassured him,

“You never need to be jealous gorgeous, because no one will ever make me as happy as you do. You’re perfect.” You cupped his blushing cheek and kissed him again, captivated by the feel of soft lips and sweet embrace.

“You’re perfect.” He repeated back to you, hoping that you would always be there to make him feel as whole as he did in that moment.

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She sat patiently sipping her vodka cranberry, eyeing the plaid clad Adonis sing off key at the karaoke stage, smiling inwardly. Flagging down the bartender, she asked him to refill the man's drink, on her of course. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she licked her lips and kept watching with hooded eyes.

Dean didn’t care if his singing was crap, if it annoyed the patriots of the bar, then that’s all he cared about. If it led to a brawl, even better. He was just simply having fun. More than he’d had in long time. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the bartender refilling his beverage. The bartender gestured to the blonde sitting at the bar, watching him. Catching her eye, he winked in a thanks.