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Scratch - Part 1 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N:  I’ve been wanted to write this for the longest time, and the movie Friends with Benefits was on so I took it as a sign that it was time to write it. I already have the next few parts written and ready to post, so if y’all like it you won’t have to wait long for the next part.

Warnings: light smut I guess


“Can I just be brutally honest for the next few minutes,” I ask Steve leaning back in the chair opposite of his desk.

“When aren’t you,” Steve laughs not looking up from the reports he was looking over.

“I miss sex,” I say. Steve clears his throat and sets down the papers before looking up at me with a raised brow. “I’m serious,” I say. “Being an Avenger is great and everything, but you have no idea how much it has interfered with my sex life.”

“And why are you telling me this,” Steve asks.

“Because you are my best friend,” I smile. “And I know you can relate.”

“Why is that,” he asks.

“Because as your best friend I know that you haven’t gotten a good lay in a much longer time than me.”

“Well that’s just how this line of work is,” Steve sighs. “There is no time for a relationship.”

“I don’t need a relationship Steve,” I frown. “I just need a really good lay every once in a while. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never wished there didn’t have to be an emotional connection for you to get one out of your system.”

“Like a booty call,” Steve asks.

“I’m surprised you know what that is,” I raise an eyebrow, “but no, not really a booty call, but something similar. Something like friends with benefits.”

“The benefits being sex?”

“Yes exactly,” I grin. “You said so yourself, in this line of work there is no time for relationships, all I want is a friend who would do me a favor every once in a while, and by favor I mean sex.”

“Do you really think you can find some one to fit the bill?”

“I have someone in mind that will be perfect for the position,” I smile standing up and walking around to Steve’s side of the desk.

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sleepy sex

warnings: swearing, smut.

“Are you ok?”
“Do I look like I’m ok?!”
It was 1.30am and you were cuddled up with Dan in his bed, having just finished watching Spliced on his laptop.
Dan laughed and closed the computer.
“It wasn’t even THAT scary,” he teased as he got up to put it on charge at his desk.
“Yeah, ok, maybe not, but it was fucked up!” You exclaimed, pulling the duvet up over the lower half of your face so you could still shoot Dan disapproving glares from across the room.
“Yeah, it was pretty fucked up,” he agreed, climbing back into bed. He reached for you but you stopped him.
“What?” He asked.
“Why do you do this to me?” You continued with your glare.
“Do what?” He asked, incredulous.
“Make me watch horror movies before bed! Now I’m not going to be able to sleep! And I blame you entirely.”
He laughed at that.
“Oh, baby girl, it’s ok, don’t be scared, I’ll fight off the monsters for you,” he teased, holding your face and squishing your cheeks like a child.
“Don’t patronise me, you fucking spork. No, get off me. I don’t cuddle people who rob me of sleep. Daaaaannnnn,” you whined as his arms slid around your waist and he rolled you on top of him, hugging you to his chest.
“It’s ok baby girl, Daddy’s got you,” he teased.
“You’re not my Dad!” You imitated the meme and Dan laughed.
“Excuse me? Stop trying to take over my title as meme king, thanks. Besides,” his voice lowered but the smirk remained. “That’s not what you said the other night.”
You rolled your eyes at his obnoxious wink and punched him softly in the shoulder.
“Ow!” He complained.
“Oh please, it didn’t even hurt,” you rolled your eyes again.
“Yeah but it’s the thought that counts!” He replied, pretending to look hurt.
You just laughed and rolled off him again, before cuddling into his side. His long arms went around you automatically, and his lips pressed to your forehead in a tender kiss.
“I thought you said no cuddling-” you felt him smirk against your skin.
“Shut up, consider yourself lucky that I’m a charitable and forgiving person.”
The laughter made his chest rumble and you felt it hum against your own.
“I’d consider myself lucky even if you weren’t a forgiving person,” he murmured softly, the loving line making you smile.
“You know why?”
“Why?” You asked.
“Because nobody else can manage to trip over a crack in the cement, land in the bush by the sidewalk and somehow let go of your ice cream in the process and have it hit the window of a passing car.”
“I’m glad I am a constant source of amusement for you.” You mumbled sarcastically into his chest, but you could feel sleep creeping in, not enough to shut off your brain entirely, but enough to make you you close your eyes, and feel tired and warm and safe. And happy.
“You are incredibly amusing. My favourite time was probably at Peej’s party, with the lemon incident. Ooooh, maybe not, I think the time we went to buy the Halloween pumpkin, that’s a clear winner. Although-”
“Dan?”
“Mm?”
“Shh, I’m trying to sleep here.”
“How convenient.”
“Shut up.”
“Ok fine.”
You lay in silence for a while, drifting towards sleep but never quite getting there. The frustrating kind of dozing because you just want to sleep but can’t.
Eventually you sighed and checked the time. 3am. You groaned inwardly and snuggled back into Dan. He stirred.
“You ok?” He asked sleepily.
“Yeah, just can’t sleep,” you whispered tiredly.
“Hmm, me either.” He yawned, rubbing your arm affectionately.
You tilted your face up slightly and kissed the exposed skin by your mouth in reciprocation of his loving gesture. Except the area of skin was Dan’s throat.
A small sound of pleasure escaped him.
“Stop that, you,” he smirked down at you.
“Sorry, that wasn’t intentional,” you replied.
“Actually,” he continued with a little glint in his eyes, “that’s not a bad idea.”
“When is sex ever a bad idea?” You asked as he rolled on top of you this time.
“Never, not with you anyway,” he grinned, kissing you softly before tugging down the collar of your shirt so he could attach his lips to your collarbone. He continued moving down your body, tugging off your underwear and tossing it aside. He let out a barely audible groan at the sight of you, before spreading your thighs and ducking his head between them.
Dan was a very attentive lover, and he was always a giver. He loved going down on you, and would ask if he could, every time you got intimate. And he was exceptionally good with his mouth. You often teased that it was because he talked so much, but now, as he licked up your folds and sucked your clit into his mouth, you were forever grateful for his silver tongue. He knew exactly how to make you elicit the sounds he wanted to hear, how to make your fingers grip the sheets or his hair, how to make your thighs spasm and hips buck up into his mouth. He had unrestricted access to your control centre, and he could make you react however he wanted, just with his mouth. That was scary, and exciting, and right now, insanely pleasurable.
Dan could sense your orgasm approaching, and with a smirk, pulled away from between your legs. He pulled off his shirt and own underwear before reconnecting your lips. You could feel how much he wanted you, the precum dripping onto your stomach was more than enough of an indication. He reached into the drawer for a condom, rolled it on, and positioned his body over yours. He looked at you expectantly, albeit a little sleepy, and you nodded your consent.
Low, soft moans spilled from both of your lips as Dan slid into you, inch by inch, and he kissed you again. Your movements were slow and gentle, the rolling of hips, eyelids fluttering shut, lips parting to let out the occasional moan. There was no need to speed things up, not tonight, as you placed sleepy kisses along Dan’s shoulder and neck. It was a long and pleasurable session, a change to your usually more kinky sex, but this was a time to enjoy each other. You gazed at his face lovingly, admiring his cheekbones and lips and baby freckles, your fingers gliding slowly up his spine, making him shudder.
“What’s wrong?” He whispered, noticing how you were staring intently at his features, trying to memorise every freckle.
“I just love you a lot,” you whispered back. He smiled, and kissed your shoulder.
Minutes later he was bringing you undone, this time with soft caresses and gentle kisses and thrusts that made you both moan with each one. You watched Dan hit his own high, an experience you always felt you didn’t deserve to witness, because he glowed angelically, and the sounds he made were so desperately melodious, you felt as though your heart could explode in your chest from the gratitude of even having him in your life, let alone being in a relationship. As he disposed of the condom and collapsed next to you, he barely managed to whisper “I love you too” before he was asleep.

What if Siegbert develops feelings for Shiro when he sees him fighting someone for a piece of chicken 

Me: *reblogging my ships and minding my own business* This ship is sooo good!

Random person: EWW!! Why do you ship that?*queue a series of different reasons why my ship is awful and not popular with the masses* 

Me: *Looks at the person with fire in my eyes and a demonic smile* Why? Because I can. Because I like it. Because you can’t stop me.

One of the most liberating feelings in the world is realizing you don’t owe anyone shit

You don’t have to be friends with someone who treats you like crap even if you’ve known them your whole life. You don’t even owe them an explanation either. You get to choose who gets to be in your life. It’s a privilege, not a birth given right. 

If someone is hurting you or just flat out annoying, you don’t have to give them the time of day. Please cut the shitty people out of your life and surround yourself with awesome ones who make you happy. You deserve nothing but happiness and anyone who brings you down doesn’t deserve to be in it. 

This is part 2 of my Shieldshock Mermaid AU. You can read the first part here.

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Steve walked in the conference room wear a Stark Industries’ gym outfit and strongly smelling of dirty water. The other Avengers members stared while he sat down with a little sigh, slumping in his chair.

Despite the red stripes made by the crabs that had been all over him still visible on his neck and hands, despite the matted hair and the wounds and the fact he’d spent a while hugged like a teddy bear by a giant crab, he… was smiling. There was a lightness about him that hadn’t been there before the mission.

“Dude, where you’ve been?” Sam was the one to ask. Tony was already on the phone to stop the search for him. “We were looking for you.”

“After you disappeared, the giant crab decided to go away too, we don’t know why,” Natasha explained. She was the one beside Steve, and she was observing him with interest. In fact, everyone was interested to know how Steve had been seen thrown underwater a few hours ago, only to walk in here like nothing happened.

“I…” Steve drew a pause, hesitating. He couldn’t tell the truth, he owed Darcy for being so kind to him. “I successfully got rid of the crabs and swam to an underwater cave. Our comm isn’t waterproof, so I couldn’t reach any of you, and I lost consciousness.”

“I wasn’t planning swimming with the enemy when I built the device,” Tony replied,” but I’m already working on a water and fireproof version this time. Hopefully no one will try to drag any of us in a lava pool, I haven’t figured out that one yet. Next time anyone feel like taking a bath, let me know, I’ll give you a prototype to test out.”

“Alright,” Clint said. “So you found this cave by some miracle, slept a few hours, then swam back and took a cab?”

Truth was, once Darcy and him had reached shore, they had stayed hidden from the search team behind some tall rocks where she kept her bag. Steve had offered to carry her bridal style (an excuse so he could keep her close), but she’d refused with a smile. Her tail had disintegrated like sand, to leave a pair of elegant legs in its place. Steve had quickly turned around when he realized her top had also vanished, and she chuckled while dressing herself, and then she offered him a ride back to the tower. What she didn’t mention was that her car was probably the smallest car on Earth, Steve barely able to squeeze himself inside, and having to lean forward for the whole ride. That had cracked Darcy up, and he had to supress a smile of his own just at the memory.

Steve shrugged. “Yes.”

“You didn’t see the search team on the beach?”

“Apparently not.” Steve mumbled. He’d been too busy making out with a beautiful mermaid. He crossed his arms. He wanted this conversation to be over.

“This is of no importance,” Thor intervened. “I am glad you are safe, Steven.”

“Thanks, Thor. So what else did I miss?”

The debriefing ended without any more incident, luckily for Steve. He was more than happy to return to his room to take a long shower. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, his phone’s light was flashing with a new text. He grinned.

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Blood Calls

She’s not expecting them when they come.

She’s sixteen and she’s lived at the Children’s Home her whole life.

It’s not that she lost hope, it’s that she never needed it– Sergei tends the gardens and he’s all she’s ever wanted. He’s her first memory.

Her toddler self had managed to sneak outside one early morning and had looked around in wonder at the way the plants danced in the dawn glow. She’d followed their dance to its source and found a small, sprightly man with earthstained knees and hands.

He’d turned and found her with warm brown eyes and laughed.

“Well this is a different kind of plant I’ve called,” he’d said. “Hello Little Sprout, what’s your name?”

So she’d never thought about the day that might come– the day one of the Houseminders calls out “Daria come in here please.”

She steps into the room and there they are.

A man and a woman, married, dark hair gone mostly grey, dark, sharp eyes in wrinkled faces.

The Tester steps forward to test their bloods.

Power comes through the blood and everyone knows that only those who share blood can properly train another in their power, after all, blood calls to blood.

She’d only asked once about the testing.

She’d been very young still, helping Sergei with the weeding, when she’d turned to him and begged “Couldn’t you have a test done between us? I want to go home with you.”

“Oh Little Sprout,” he’d said, brown eyes gone soft and a little sad, “even if I had the spare coin for a test, there is no one whose blood would call to mine, not even yours.”

She’d never asked again.

Now the Test flares blood red proving she and these strangers had matching blood.

The woman smiles and she thinks it’s meant to be warm but there’s something sharp and brittle about it.

“We’ve been looking for you,” the woman says.

“We want you to come home with us,” the man says.

She doesn’t say anything– it wouldn’t matter if she did. They are a match and they want her and so the Home will send her off with them.

The Home says that every child is wanted. That blood calls and there is an answer. The Home says every child is reunited with their family. If that were true, then Katka wouldn’t be here.

She’s a Stormbringer– it rains when she cries, the sun shines when she smiles, the wind’s blowing matches her joys and frustrations. There are only three branches of Stormbringer left and they guard their lineage carefully. Little Katka doesn’t talk about it, but one of the branches put her in the Home, and the other two have no interest or they would have claimed her within days.

She doesn’t understand how anyone could not want bright, caring, inquisitive Katka.

The younger girl had latched onto her and refused to leave her alone. She’d reluctantly decided to share her garden time with Katka, who flitted about asking questions until Sergei was laughing.

“Land here, Little Wren, and let’s see if you can water my flowers,” he said.

She’d wanted to be jealous but couldn’t be in the face of Katka’s joy.

The Home says that every child is wanted, that Katka is wanted, but she isn’t, and they aren’t.

Nevertheless these people say they want her and their blood matches, so she leaves with them.

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A New Friend Part 3

Warnings: Swearing, You will experience some feels.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Sister Winchester Reader.
Summary: Sam and Dean capture Crowley and Reader meet Rowena.
Readers Age: 6 years old
Word Count: 1126

Y/N: Your Name
Y/D/N: Your Dogs Name
POV: Point Of View

A/N: So here’s part 3. If you don’t have a dog feel free to use mine his name is Draco and he is a Siberian Husky! Enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2,


You ran and hid behind Crowley. “What lies did you tell her?!” Dean said through gritted teeth.

“I simply told her the truth; that you two hurt people,” Crowley responded.

“Hurt people? We hurt the bad guys.” Sam said mostly to you. You just lowered your head and hugged Y/D/N.

“Well, she’s made her choice. Now if you don’t mind, I have some teaching to do.” Crowley said as he snapped his fingers and you were back in the hotel room.

“D-did I do the right thing?” You asked Crowley, your tears still falling. 

“Yes, Darling you did. I’m proud of you,” Crowley reassured you as he rubbed your back.


…Sam and Dean’s POV…


Sam and Dean stood there in shock, a few tears falling, “How are we going to get her back?” Sam asked his big brother. Dean shrugged, it wasn’t often that Dean didn’t have an answer. That only made Sam worried even more.

“He turned our own sister against us, he just started a war he won’t win,” Dean stated as he stomped outside, Sam not too far behind.

“Dean we need a plan before we go in guns blazing, besides we don’t even know where they are!” Sam stated. Dean stopped before getting to the Impala then turned and looked at his little brother with tears filling his eyes, “I don’t care. He took our baby sister away from us. He’s the King of Hell, he knew what he was getting into. I’m going to go down swinging if it means my little sister will know that I’m not the bad guy. We promised to protect her and we failed, so I’m going to do everything in my power to get her back.” Dean said as he got into Baby. Sam did the same.


Once your brothers got back to the bunker, they called Cas. “Cas, get your winged ass down here now,” Dean demanded as he walked into the library. 

Within seconds they heard a flutter of wings and there appeared the Angel, “What’s wrong?” Cas asked.

“I don’t know, Cas. You tell me. You said that you would be Y/N’s Guardian Angel and right now she’s with Crowley, convinced that we’re the bad guys and he’s the good guy! So tell me why the hell were you not protecting her when we couldn’t?” Dean’s voice was laced with anger and sorrow.

“What? I don’t understand.” Cas said confused. 

“Crowley. Took. Y/N. He turned her against us.” Dean said through gritted teeth. 

“Well, that isn’t completely my fault. You should’ve protected her as well.” Cas stated, not knowing when to keep his mouth shut.

“DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?” Dean shouted throwing his arms up, “She’s my baby sister and I couldn’t protect her! I’m kicking myself for it! And I’m never ever going to forgive myself.” Dean said, putting his head down in shame.

“Cas, we need your help on trying to find her. I don’t think Crowley convinced her that you’re bad, she may still trust you. Please, Cas.” Sam pleaded. 

“Of course I’ll help, although the place Crowley has her is probably warded from Angels. So I can’t pinpoint exactly where she is.” Cas stated. 

“Then we get the demon that took her and we make him tell us,” Dean said more angry than ever.


…Your POV…


You were on the couch sitting with Y/D/N by your side, “Unky Crowley? I’m bored.” You told your ‘new uncle’.

“Alright, Darling. What would you like to do?” Crowley asked, but before you could answer he disappeared. “Unky Crowley?” You asked to an empty chair. Another man came in and told you that Crowley had some business to take care of, so that’s why he disappeared. You nodded and sat back down with your puppy.


…Sam and Dean’s POV…


Dean had just lit a match and dropped it into the bowl of ingredients to summon Crowley. Within a second Crowley appeared, inside the bunker’s dungeon, in a devil’s trap. 

“Really?” Crowley asked unamused. 

“Give her back to us,” Dean demanded. 

“Listen, I’m going to tell you this now if you don’t let me go, my minions will show Y/N a little video of you two torturing a demon for fun. Then if you don’t let me go by then, I’m going to have them come here, and show her what you’re doing to me.” Crowley informed your brothers with a smug smile.

“Why the hell do you want her so bad?” Sam asked. 

“Because I can use her to my advantage. Just imagine a Winchester fighting her brothers alongside the King of Hell.” Crowley said, knowing he held all the cards. 

“So, what? You’re gonna raise her?” Dean asked. 

“Yes. Raise her as my own, and teach her to hate you.” Crowley stated, “Now let me go or my minions will show your sister the video.” Crowley demanded. 

“If you’re just going to teach her to hate us then why would showing her the video matter to us? We let you go, you still show her it.” Sam pointed out. Crowley hadn’t thought of that, he gave a worried look, Sam and Dean both smiled and pulled out their knives.


…Your POV…


You were playing with Y/D/N when the door opened and an average height red-headed woman came in. “Oh, my. What do we have here?” She said with a Scottish accent, you didn’t say anything. “You must be the baby Winchester I’ve heard so much about. I’m Rowena, Crowley’s mother.” The woman said. 

“You’re Unky Crowley’s mom?” You asked. She paused and looked a little confused before speaking, “Yes, I am. You can call me Nana if you like.” Rowena suggested and you nodded.

“Now who is this adorable little thing?” Rowena asked as she sat down beside you.

“This is Y/D/N, Uncky Crowley gave (him/her) to me.” You replied, giving Y/D/N a pet. 

“Well, (he/she) is adorable.” Rowena complimented, you smiled.


…Sam and Dean’s POV…


“Now are you ready to talk?” Dean taunted as he held the demon blade to Crowley’s neck. Crowley only stared at him which caused Dean to make a cut on his neck. 

“Tell us where she is,” Sam demanded. 

“You think keeping me here is helping her? Well, you may have forgotten about a particular witch that I’m related to.” Crowley snarked. Sam and Dean both starred at each other. 

“Rowena,” Sam said. 

“Ding, ding, ding.” Crowley teased.

“I thought you hated your mother,” Dean commented.

“Oh, I do. I despise her, but we both agreed to work together on this one. In case you two idiots decided to capture me, she could take care of Y/N.” Crowley stated. Sam and Dean both sighed, and then went back to torturing Crowley for information.


Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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What are you doing?
      Nothing.
Yeah, nothing?
      N o t h i n g.

Lunch Breaks {2/3}

Part One: Milkshakes 

Part Three: Snowflakes

@snoggingsnowbaz (@other people: tell me if you want to be tagged for part 3, so you’ll be notified when I post it!!)

AN: From here it’s not based on the Perks of Being a Wallflower anymore. Simon’s P.O.V only again. (i’ve realised that, when writing a sequel, the stress is real, man. What if it doesn’t live up to part one? What if I make Simon or Baz out of character compared to part one? dear god.)

Warning: bad words are used, but these bad words are also used in Carry On so chill.

Word count: 2746 

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We tend to be attracted to things that we cannot have. The thrill and that feeling of breaking the rules gives us a rush. Myabe that’s why i fell in love with him, he was out of bounds for me, wasn’t mine to love. But all this didn’t give me the rush, it wad when he looked at me and said,“I love you” and kissed me like i have never been kissed before, like every girl wishes to be kissed. It wasn’t erotic or anything it was full of passion, love, anger and everything else.
I asked him “why?”, he smiled and said,“ because only you can make me forget my demons and not her, you can break me and make me at the same time, you don’t judge me yet you do it and most of all you are a mystery which i always wanted to solve.

Part 5 (Please Don’t)

It’s been a long while and I am so deeply sorry. As I’ve said before, I’ve been going through a lot but I am getting better. Thank you all for sticking with me and still sending me love and support and your kind words. It’s going to good use. Anyways I have finished part 5 of the series I’m writing, Please Don’t.
Part 6, maybe? What do y'all thinks?


P.S. iris by the goo goo dolls is played or should be played in this sTory. Play it when you see this 《》>

Love you all! Enjoy!
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You turned him over.

“DEAN! OH MY GOD, NO!” You yelled. “PLEASE DON’T! NOT LIKE THIS!”

“DEAN!”

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“y/n?” The voice seemed to echo. Everything seemed to be unreal.
This had to be some kind of sick fucking joke.
Right?

“y/n.” You checked back into reality with the voice so close.
“Sammy.” He looked at you with his red swollen eyes.
“Hey, um. Cas and I are going take his body to the woods. Gonna give him the hunters funeral.”
You stared at him. No reaction. No voice. Nothing. It was all a haze.
“Sweetheart?” Sam whispered trying not to scare you. You blinked snapping back into the conversation.
“No.” He heard you speak but confused with your answer. “I don’t -” “I’m not gonna let you burn his body.” Your voice stern.
“Y/N, we can’t…I mean there’s nothin-” you interuppted him again. “I won’t let you, Sammy.”
It stayed quite.

“I-I can’t do that to him. He’s-he’s still my everything. I-”
“Y/N, he’s gone and I-”

“NO HE’S NOT!” Yelled standing up making Sam flinch.
“He can’t be gone! Don’t you get it, Sam. He-he has to be here. With me. He can’t do this to m-me.” Your anger was replaced with tears and heavy sobs.
“I’m so sorry.” He grabbed you and pulled you closer to his body. His warmth seemed to make all this more real. Only hurting you more. The reality of it all was too much and your breathing became heavy.
“Hey, hey! Y/N. Breathe with me. It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay. I’m right here.” Sam slowly started to calm you down.
As your breathing returned to its normal state, you both began to sit in silence and let the pain set in.

“I miss him, Sam. I-” you paused to catch your sobs.
He turned to look at you with his watery eyes. The pain of losing his brother, his family. Was already to much and then to have you, his best friend, in pain over losing someone who loved his brother. This was too much.

“I can’t lose him like this. I’ve already lost so much but I-I can’t lose him. Not him. Not Dean.” Your tears fell from the rim of your eyes to the red stained cheeks. He pulled you close to him as you both sat on the bed you shared with Dean.

“You know when Dean and I first meet you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Especially your smile.” Sam smiled through his tears.
You smiled too. Even if it hurt to do so.
“He thought I never saw the way he looked at you, but I did. It was crazy how much he loved you. He was falling for you. And fast.” You both chuckled.
“When you weren’t looking, is when he loved to look at you most. You didn’t even notice it did you?” He questioned laughing.
“Honestly, no.” You laughed back with him.

“When you weren’t looking, he would stare at your lips. He would stare at the way you would lick them. He loved to look at your eyes. The way they seemed to hold stories beautiful ones holding hands with the bad ones. Or at least that’s what he told me.”
You both stayed quiet for a little while.

“You know he loved you, right?” He moved so that you could look at him.
“Yeah. I do.” You whispered.
“No, I mean like he LOVED you. Like more than anything. You took care of him and stayed by his side even at his lowest. He loved you because you loved his broke pieces and little by little you put him back together. Y/N, you saved him.” Your tears started falling again. But tears of joy. Something you hadn’t had in a long while.

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“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean said with a smile on his face. That damn stupid beautiful smile that made you melt every damn time.
“Hey, Dean. Where have you been. It’s late.” You smiled at him.
“I was out getting beer and some snacks. Thought maybe we could cuddle near the TV and watch that show you like so much.” He shrugged looking down as though he was…nervous.
You smiled, watching him scratch the back of his neck and see his cheeks turn bright pink.
“Yeah that sounds like fun.” He sighed in relief and look back at you chuckling as though that’s what he’d hoped you’d say.
“Okay great!” He said with excitement.

“I’ll get washed up and change into somethin a bit more comfortable. Alright?” He asks shyly.
“Yeah. Alright I’ll do the same thing.” You smile at him and nod. He nods back and walks out of the room.

Dean and you had somethin for each other for a while. Things between you both seemed to make sense and everything, even through the roughest of times, fell into place.
You loved him. But,of course, he didn’t know that.
To him you had a little crush on him but that didn’t exactly help with the fact that he loved you. You didn’t know that either.

You got into something comfortable. A t- shirt and some black pajama pants then went back to your room and cleaned it for the both of you to sit and watch the show.

Knock knock

“Cool if I come in?” Dean asked outside the door.
“Sure. I’m just cleaning up.” You said.

He entered with a 6 pack and a box of pizza along with a bunch of other snacks that he knew you loved.
“This cool?” He raised the food in his hands.
“Hell yeah it is! You’re so sweet to me, Dean.” You said sarcastically and laughing.
“You have no idea.” He smirked and looked into your eyes.

You both stood there just looking at the others lips and then back to their eyes.

You cleared you throat, “you can just set it over there on the night stand and make yourself comfortable. Okay?” You said quietly still not taking your eyes off him.
He blinked, coming back to reality.

“Okay, yeah. I can do that.” He spoke lowly.

You both sat on your bed with only inches of space between your bodies.
Laughing and talking as the show just played in the background.

“And I was like, ‘Sammy, could you be anymore gay?’” Dean said laughing.

“Oh my god! Stop. Stop! I can’t stop laughing.” You said to him with your hand you on his chest and the other hand trying to cover your mouth to hold back the loudness of your laughing.

All of a sudden he pulled your hand anyway from your mouth.

You look up at him in confusion.
“Don’t do that, y/n.” He said softy.

“What?” You asked. Not sure what he was saying or what he did that for.

“Don’t hide your laugh, sweetheart.” His voice seemed to get a little deeper.
“I-I didn’t mean-” you tried to talk but before you could finish what you were going to say he placed his lips on yours.

He slowly pulled away and with both your eyes fluttering open.

He looked into your eyes and then back to your lips.
“Don’t hide your laugh. It’s beautiful.” He said quietly.

The heat radiating off of both of you was incredibly intense. But it felt good. It felt right. Perfect even.

“Dean-” you couldn’t speak with the way your heart seemed to be beating faster than normally.
God, he beautiful. Being this close, you close feel the heat. Count every freckle that sprinkled across his face. The deep color of green in his eyes. The plump pink full lips that you’d just tasted. The smell of whiskey and leather.
You could get a better look at the man you’d been so deeply in love with.

But what took you back a bit was that kiss. He kissed you. HE kissed you. And in the split seconds that your lips had touch, every untold and spoken story about him was there. The kiss was like he had just told you everything he felt. Everything he was. Everything he wanted to be. Without words.
It was amazing.

“Y/N, please don’t hesitate to ever be yourself with me. Don’t hide who you are. You’re beautiful and I want to see you. All of you.” He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to him.
“Dean, I’m scared.” You spoke with tears dripping down your eyes.
You pick you face up a bit. Wanting you to look at him. To hear what he had to say.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. I’m not y/ex/n. I would never hurt you.” His voice quivered.
“I-I lost so much, Dean. He took so much from me a-and I can’t hurt like that again.” You sobbed and he pulled you close to his body, holding you.

“I won’t ever hurt you because I-” he paused to scared to finish. Afraid it’ll ruin everything.

“You what?” You could feel your heart beating faster and faster.

‘Aw fuck it’

“Because I love you.” He spoke.

“And you know what? I want you to know that YOU are gorgeous. And I promise you that I won’t let you forget how beautiful you are. So that laugh you’re trying to hide. Sweetheart, please don’t do that. I wanna hear it.” His words spoke so sweet.

“Why?” You asked smiling, still in shock.
“Because every time you laugh I can see how happy you are. And it’s such a beautiful look on you. To see you smiling and laughing. To see you happy. I want to see you happy, baby. I want to be the one to make you smile.” He said.

You couldn’t help but smiled wide, not knowing what to say.

“See. Just like that.” He picked your chin up and placed his lips back on yours. This time only being the first of many.
Feeling beautiful was something he was good at making you feel. That made you smile most. HE made you happy.

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“I think what scared him most about you. Was not ever getting to see you smile again. To hear your laugh.” Sam spoke.

You came back to reality which only made things hurt more. Made you see that Dean really was gone.

“Sam, can I be alone for awhile.” You asked with a trembling voice.

You couldn’t see that he was looking at you with a worried expression but he nodded and rubbed your back.
“Yeah. Course. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” With that he got up, leaned down and kissed your head. Walking out the door and closing it.

Now it was just you with your thoughts. Great.

‘He’s gone and this time it’s forever. Stop, just please stop. Why because you don’t want to hear the truth? No, it’s just- . He’s probably better off dead than with you anyways, y/n. Stop it! No! I want you to listen to me and listen closely. Dean’s gone and he’s never coming back. But it’s okay because he was probably getting sick and tired of you. You are a waste-.’

“STOP!” you yelled.
Taking a deep breathe you wiped the tears that had fallen
Looking at the room only made you miss him more. The smell of him still stained the sheets and the old black shirt with all his jackets and plaid, that you loved so damn much, still sitting in the opened closet. His ipod and headphones that lied on the night stand.

You looked at the ipod for awhile and then stood up and grabbed it.
Putting the headphones over your head and set them comfortably over your ears.

You could feel him. That’s fantantic, another thing that’ll drive you nuts.

You pressed play and listened to the last song that he was listening to.

《And I’d give up forever to touch you
‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t wanna go home right now》

You closed your eyes and let the lyrics flow.
Only feeling as though the words related to the love he had for you.

《And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t wanna miss you tonight》

《And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am》

《And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive》

《And I don’t want the world to see me
'Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am》

God, you missed him. All of him.
The way he seemed to genuinely care about you.
The way he looked at you intensely and focused on your heart beat.
The was he said your name.
The way his scent was familiar.
The way he laughed.
The way he fought for the loves he loved.
The way he that smile made his eye crinkle.
The way he made you feel beautiful in every way possible.
The way he loved you even if he already knew about how hurt and broken you’d been.

《And I don’t want the world to see me
'Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am》

It felt as though the song was meant for you to hear. From him. Like a message. A note.

《And I don’t want the world to see me
'Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am》

He tried to hide his pain. He tired to hide behind the guilt and hurt. He wanted to be brave for everyone.
And even if he never knew it himself. He had faith. He was just scared to say it. He was hanging on whatever hope that was left in him.
And you. YOU saw him. The real him.

And you still loved him. That’s why he loved you. Because even though he was broken and damaged, you managed to slowly pick up the pieces and little by little you put him back together.

《I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am》

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“Y/N, hey I’m gonna get us some food. You want anything? Sam said cautiously walking into your room.

“Y/N?” Still no answer.

You weren’t in there.

Sam started to panic. 'Where the hell could you have been? What were you doing? ’

Throwing stuff around the room and calling your cell. It was all seeming hopeless.
That’s when he found a note in the drawer of the night stand.

'Sam,

I’m going to find out how to get Dean back. I can’t do this life without him. I need him and he needs me. I’m sorry.

Love,
Y/N’

“Dammit, y/n.” Sam yelled.
How the hell was she going to bring him-

“What’s going on, Sammy?” A voice Sam never thought he’d he again.

“Sammy? Where’s y/n?” He said.

“Sam!” He yelled at Sam to get him to answer him.

“Dean?” Sam breathed out.

“Where is she?” Dean said weakly.

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The college difficulty (Prompt #25)

Requested by anonymous:  25 with Scott :)

#25: Please…just stay.


„Did you see that?“, you ask Scott eagerly, taking another look at the flyer on his desk. You are supposed to study but after one hour of AP Biology horror you decided to take a break. Now he enters the room with two glasses of Coke and looks up in surprise while you wave the flyer in front of his face.

“The senior camping?”, he retorts, placing the glasses in front of you.

“Obviously.”

“I am not really a camping guy”, he responds.

“Seriously? You are a werewolf and you don’t like camping in the woods?”

He shrugs apologetically and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “Not really. Why, do you wanna go?”

“Why not? Senior year is over soon and this could be one of our last things we do together…as a pack. Come on, Scott, this will be fun!”

You beam at him and he always gets weak when you do that. He sighs and sits down on his bed while he shakes his head in disbelief but he is still smiling. “Why can I never say no to you?”

“Because you love me”, you simply state before you get up. “I’ll mark the date in your calendar!”

“Wha…wait!”, Scott calls out, but you are already there, grapping a pen from his cupboard and looking for the right column. He jumps up and runs over to you but you already saw it. And you freeze.

“What does that mean “UC Davis””, you ask him slowly, side-eyeing him suspiciously. You heart begins to race in expectant fear.

Scott is obviously struggling with the answer. He opens his mouth several times but no word comes out. It looks ridiculous but it doesn’t make you laugh, it makes you angry.

“Did you get into UC Davis without telling me, Scott?”, you ask him incredulously.

He literally shrinks under your deathly glare.

“Look, Y/N, I…I didn’t really get into it…”, he stutters finally, giving you his puppy eyes. “They just…invited me to take a look at the campus and for a conversation…”

Your mouth drops open. “That’s in three days, Scott, when were you gonna tell me?”

He shifts back and forth on his feet uncomfortably, frowning. “Don’t know…soon…I thought it was not a big deal…”

“Not a big deal?”, you repeat in a hiss. All the fears that have built up in you for the last few weeks suddenly break free. Him, going to UC Davis. Leaving you for college. And now this scenario became reality and he didn’t even bother to talk to you about it. “How can you say this is not a big deal? This will change everything! You will go away and find a new girl on campus and we will only see each other in the holidays and…and…you know what, I can’t take. Maybe I should just go right away.”

You are really upset now, near to tears, actually. You grab your back and just run out of the room to the staircase. Scott’s not keen on letting you go, though, he follows you immediately.

“No, Y/N, please! Wait!”, he yells after you. Unfortunately he is a lot faster than you are and he catches you before you even reach the first step. He holds your arm softly, leaving you the possibility to pull away but suddenly you have no strength anymore to do so. You never had the strength to resist him. You press your lips together and let him turn you around to face him.

Please…just stay”, he begs you. “I am as scared as you are about this, but we are gonna make it. We always make it, remember? I love you. Not any girl at any campus will change that.”

You sigh and let him hug you. He places a finger under your chin and lifts it carefully until you are eye to eye.

“How about you come with me in three days? We’ll do it together”, he suggests gently.

You can’t hold back a little smile. It’s sad, but it’s there. “Alright. I will show all of them that you are mine. Oh, and I love you too, by the way.”

His face lights up, like always when he’s smiling, and he pulls you nearer to kiss you.


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