this song was so dumb it was impossible to pick good lyrics from it


Cute Little Laugh

Requested by @pandagrace12 : Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine?  Dean Winchester   On your way back to the bunker and Sam and/or Dean make you laugh and you have a childish laugh and they make fun of you and you get mad and argue with them then fluff with Dean so like Angst and fluff

((Author’s Note: I hope this is alright! Thanks for the request! ^__^))

  • 876 Words
  • Dean x reader
  • Warnings: none that I know of.

The boys started to sing in the front seat. You cozied up in the back, using the bags as a sort of support so you could sleep. It had been almost impossible to sleep with their horrible singing, though you let them sing on and smiled to yourself, hoping neither of them would see.

“Join us, Y/N!” Dean smirked in his mirror. “You know you wanna.”

With a cute smile, you shook your head. “I don’t know the lyrics…”

Sam whipped around in his seat. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You don’t know the song?” Dean asked, hurt dripping from his voice. “How dare you…”

“I know it!” You whined. “I do! Hold on…” The song came to an end and you bit your lip.

“Darlin’, you’re cute and all, but I don’t know if you can come home with us if you don’t know good music.” Dean was teasing you, trying to pull at your strings. The look he gave you in the mirror told you so and you grin, letting out a small sound that might have been the start of a laugh.

Sam raised his eyebrow, still turned to face you. “What was that?” He laughed.

“Nothing.” You shut your eyes and try to pretend it didn’t happen. “I wanna sleep.”

“We’re almost there.” Dean smirked, a spark of interest appearing in his apple green eyes. “You know, I might tickle it out of you. Where are you ticklish? Sides? Thighs?” He winked.

“No!” You pulled your legs in the seat with you but Sam was too quick. He grabbed your leg and playfully poked you in the shin. You couldn’t help but giggle, letting out the softest little noise. “Sam!”

Sam smirked now, realizing you were holding it in. He poked your stomach and your side while you squirmed and wiggled in your spot. He tried to pull you closer but you weren’t letting it out.

Dean made a sharp turn and Sam’s head hit the top of the Impala. Both you and Dean go into fits of laughter; you holding your sides as Sam sat back in his seat, chuckling to himself.

“Awe, that laugh is adorable!” Dean chuckled.

“Is not.” You huffed.

“It’s so childish.” Sam gave his thoughts. You felt a blush creeping up your neck and you hid your face in your knees. “Awe!”

“Shut up, both of you. That’s the last time I’m nice.”

Dean and Sam shared a glance. “Y/N, come on, give us another one.” Sam grinned.

“Leave me alone! You called me childish!”

“He didn’t mean anything by it, darlin’.” Dean whipped the car around and the road felt bumpier than before. “It’s cute.”

“It’s not cute, it’s dumb, and stop making fun of it!” The blush filled your cheeks, causing you to look almost tomato-like.

The boys’ laughed and you heard the sound of a high-five from the front seat. You glare at the back of their heads and throw a jacket at Sam, only to arise more laughing from the younger Winchester brother.

“Home sweet home.” Dean said, pulling the Impala up to a doorway. You felt the car come to a complete stop and unbuckled yourself, taking off inside. “Y/N, wait.”

You heard the stories they told you about the bunker, though there was nothing they could have said to make it just as incredible as it was. The place was huge, with all sorts of interesting things hanging on the walls, sitting on the tables, pushed away into corners.

You walked passed them all and started down a hallway, only hoping that bedrooms were that way. You’d find you a room, like they said, and never come out.


“No, I hate my laugh.” You turned around, not expecting him to be directly behind you. You smack his chest for good measure. “And you make fun of it!”

Dean started laughing and rubbed his face. “Sweetheart, I think it’s the cutest possible thing you’ve done. I love it and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Please don’t be mad.”

You crossed your arms and looked up at the man. He just saved your life, he just gave you a new chance at a new life, and here he was, still amazing you. Nobody had ever made you feel good about your laugh, not like he just did.

You stood on your tiptoes and gently press a kiss on his lips, only pulling away when you felt his hands steady you by the waist. “You’re truly one of a kind, Dean.” You giggled at his expression; eyebrows up in surprise and his mouth gaping open.

“I-I.. . oh baby.” He nuzzled your neck and picked you up, bridal style, taking you further down the hall and into a room that looked way too neat to be his.

“Dean…” You giggled, feeling your heart beat a little faster.

“What? Can’t a guy cuddle?” He sat on his bed with you in his lap. He kissed your cheek and the back of your neck so softly, you thought you might have dreamt it. “I’m pretty glad you decided to come with us, doll.”

“Me too…” You twisted around and left sweet, little kisses on his lips, showing him you forgave him.

Welcome to Breaktown  - A Crisscolfer fic

Title: Welcome to Breaktown
Author: Kbvibes
Wordcount: 2805
Rating: Teen
Pairing(s): Chris Colfer/Darren Criss
Genre: Angst with a happyish ending/Friends with benefits/Complicated relationship
Notes: Okay, guys. Blame this purely on my Hanson playlist and a half of a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Inspiration, lyrics and title all from the song “Breaktown” by Hanson. Giving the song one listen is highly recommended. 

This one’s dedicated to all the beautiful boys who keep us coming back for more.

“Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want any.”

They’re the first words Chris has said to him in person in months.

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