were so proud of you

You should be here

A/N: Inspired by the song “You Should be Here” by Cole Swindell. This is a feels smack. In this story Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.

Listen to it here (play the song if you really wanna bawl while reading this)

Sam x Niece!Reader   Dean x Daughter!Reader

Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.

Which was breaking your heart.

Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.

Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.

“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”

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It wasn’t just the fact that Jungkook, for no apparent reason, decided to throw Jimin over his shoulder, but also the way he squeezed his thigh to pull him up, the hand he used for support right under his butt and the smack he left after.

(x)

It went down so naturally it makes me wonder how many times does Jungkook simply carry Jimin around like it’s not big deal.

  • Nick: When I got this job you were one of only four people I told that I got it.
  • Harry: Who were they?
  • Nick: I told my mum and dad, I told my friend Aimee, and I told you. And did you keep it a secret?
  • Harry: Yeah, I did. When I don't tell anyone big secrets, it's more for selfish reasons. When it gets out and I know I haven't told anyone I feel quite proud of myself.
  • Nick: So you were not proud of my job...
  • Harry: No, I was proud of the job! But I was like 'YES! I didn't tell anyone!'
  • Nick: When you played me your song I didn't tell anyone what it sounded like because I thought 'Oooooohhhh, he's testing me to see if I'm a big mouth.'
  • Harry: This is called trust.
  • Nick: Cause sometimes I think you think I'm a big mouth.
  • Harry: No! I actually don't think you're a big mouth.
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shy Dream cuties  introducing their song ♡ ♡

@ harry we’re so fucking proud of you, you were amazing. your voice deserves all the standing ovations this world. i hope you know we’re all so so so proud and love you so much. your voice is stunning and beautiful and i love youuuu

I’m sorry we let you boys down..

I’m sorry no one noticed your cries for help. I’m sorry that no one stuck up for you when you needed them to the most.

I’m sorry that you felt the only way you could get people to listen was to cause harm and I’m sorry that you felt you had to cause harm because of how these people made you felt.

What you boys did wasn’t okay, I’m sure you know that by now. You’re probably looking at me right now thinking I’m just like the rest of them.

Dylan, Eric, I wish you had realized that if you held on for a couple more months everything would have been better for you, but I’m sure you realized that.

I’m sure you knew that well what if you had graduated? Would it stop? Oh no, you were too far into the plan by now. You couldn’t just get rid of all the bombs you had made and the guns you acquired. You went too far.

Dylan, you were excited for college. I know “another few years of the torment”, I know it just meant more school and more bullying but it could’ve been better for you, we can all see how much potential you had and that isn’t a lie. You were a handsome young man with potential to be something big, you would be so proud of how computers are now!

Eric, you were bright too. You had potential just like Dylan did and there’s a new Doom game out, funny right? I bet you didn’t realize your Doom levels would have so many views and so many people playing them. Does that make you happy? 

You boys left such an image on the world, you helped everyone recognize bullying, you helped bring up the conversations about school violence and mental health. You boys had so much potential but you threw it away for what? A little revenge on people you didn’t even really know?

Dylan, Eric, you were selfish. You shouldn’t have been bullied so badly, but what you did wasn’t okay and I’m not going to tell you that you did something good because you didn’t. You ruined families, you hurt the community, the country, the world. You hurt your friends. 

Your friends, you know the people who were there for you. You guys felt so alone but you didn’t realize you both had friends and you both had each other. You were so strung high on having friends that you didn’t realize how strong of a bond you both had, that was what was important.

I believe you should have suffered for what you did, I don’t think forever, but you should have had punishment. I hope by now the punishment is over and you’re smiling together playing Doom and watching all of us make fools out of ourselves. 

I hope you’re in your paradise, you have your freedom and you have your peace.

Rest easy.

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A NIGHT AT HOME | TAEHYUNG VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,112

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, slight exhibitionism, squirting

Originally posted by jitonic

masterlist | ask | song 


“Y/N? Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Taehyung uttered under his breath, dumbfounded that you were daydreaming once again, a reoccurring phenomenon apparently.

“Mm?” You looked up from your plate, eyes immediately locking with his brown feline-like orbs. The contours of his face seemed sharper than usual, which saying something as your boyfriend had a jawline sharp enough to kill a man; he probably thought you were ignoring him.

The two of you were sat comfortably at the dining table, having just eaten dinner. You met Taehyung by accident three years ago in a movie theatre, he saw your sky blue jumper and assumed you worked there, giving that it was a similar colour to the uniform employees wore. As soon as you turned to face him he became overwhelmed by your beauty, and by his impending embarrassment. He apologised profusely and bought your ticket, writing his number on the back of the small piece of paper.

Calling him that night was the best decision you ever made.

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Firecracker [a.a]

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Title: Firecracker
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,629 
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates.
A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name

Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.

“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her. 

“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”

“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.

“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.

Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.

“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.

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Work From Home - Smut

Originally posted by fandcm-world

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader
Words: 2,656
AN: A little birdie told me there’s going to be a couple of Stuart fics coming out in the next week….here’s one for ya. I love you guys, I hope you like!


Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he’d been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.

He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.

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“We shall not say the word forever, even though we wont say forever, please be together with us for a long, long time- Kim Jongdae 150308

Thank you exo. This is for five years, here’s to five more.

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Heo Joon Jae was worried about me~

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I Trust Her

Word Count: 3,803

Summary: Castiel asks you to go back in time to visit some familiar faces. Will knowing who you are change everything? 

A/N: I really hope you like this one! It’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a really long time. Feedback is always appreciated, drop a message my way! And a big shout out to @thefangirllifeismine for always reading over my writing and making sure you will all love it! 

Song: Flashlight - Jessie J 

The waitress eyed the two of you warily, deciding if she should approach and interrupt the conversation with fresh coffee, or leave you be.

“Why now?” You asked quietly, fingers finding the edge of your napkin.

He sighed heavily, “There’s a lot going on in their life.”

You looked up at him, noticing that the wrinkles around his eyes weren’t there on his younger vessel. He had a stronger jaw and brighter eyes.

“Cas…” You trailed off, but you already knew that you wouldn’t say no. His big blue eyes were begging you.

“They don’t know who you are, do not worry. If anything happens, pray to me and I will take you back to this time.” He reasoned with you and you nodded.

“Alright.” You agreed and he gave you a small smile. You left the diner after dropping a twenty on the table, and walked around back.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his hand already raising.

“Do it.” You shut your eyes and felt his fingers press to your forehead. The warmth only lasted for a second until you were whisked away, insides turning.

Once you opened your eyes, all you saw was green grass for miles. God, it smelled the same. Like dew and summer’s sweat. Walking, you searched for the familiar door. It felt odd having to knock, but you did nonetheless. When a few minutes had passed, you knocked again, louder this time.

“Who are you?” A face you knew as well as your own spoke.

“A hunter.” You stated, and the gun he was holding nearly lowered. “You’re Sam Winchester, right?”

He furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. “If you’re a hunter then you know I’ve got to test you.”

“Bring it on.” You said with a smile, and he nearly smiled himself. With his gun still half-cocked, he moved over to allow you inside the bunker.

“What’s your name?” He asked, “And how do you know about this place?”

You walked down the stairs slowly, taking in the looks of the place.

“Y/N. I’ve heard about it from someone, and I got lost in the area.” You explained, “So, I figured you would help a fellow hunter out.”

He nodded, taking in what you were saying, before pulling out a silver blade. You exhaled deeply and grabbed it, pressing the cool metal flush against your skin.

He tilted his head and began unscrewing a flask, and suddenly you were drenched.

“Overkill, much?” You spit out some water.

“Had to be sure.” He shrugged.

You followed him through the war room, the library, then finally down the steps into kitchen. When you made yourself comfortable on the stool by the island counter, he finally gave you a glass of water.

“So, what exactly are you hunting here?” He asked. “We would’ve known-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You cut Sam off, “It was a complete wild goose chase. Turns out, what looked like omens, were actually just nature this time.” Bullshit poured out from between your lips so well you were nearly proud of yourself.

“Sammy!” A familiar voice shouted and then you heard footsteps come nearer. When he came inside, immediately his eyes were on you.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked, senses rising.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, “A hunter who got herself in a bit of a mess.”

He looked at his brother, as if to make sure you weren’t lying.

“I tested her, Dean. She’s clean.” Sam motioned towards the blade and flask which lay astray on the table.

He raised his chin and crossed his arms. You hadn’t noticed that you were staring at him. He was so amazingly young. His forehead was clear of the thick scar you were so used to, and his eyes were brighter; there was so much more hope lying underneath that familiar green.

Dean turned and opened the fridge while Sam began discussing different cases with you. You told him of the ones you had been on, and listened as he told you about the latest ones they had both solved. What distracted you though, was the giant burger that Dean began to grill.

When he saw you eyeing it, he motioned to make you another one. You nodded hungrily.

Despite just having eaten with Cas, you discovered that time travel makes you extremely hungry.

“I like her.” Dean raised his brows, eliciting a laugh from you. Sam rolled his eyes and continued on with his story of the werewolf he and Dean had found by accident.

“We were actually going to check out a case today. We could use some extra hands.” Dean stated as he plated the two burgers.

“Really? I wouldn’t be imposing?” You asked, some part of you excited to finally be able to see how they hunted when they were younger.

“How good of a shot are you?”

You gave a cocky smile, proud of your skills. “Bullseye every time.”

“Then, you’re hired!” He joked and took a bite of his burger. You followed suit, nearly moaning at the taste. You’ve had practically every burger out there, but nothing beat this one.

You and Dean both lifted up the top of the bun and re-adjusted the toppings before popping a pickle from on top into your mouth, while Sam watched, completely bemused. When you and Dean both reached for the same soda bottle, he nearly choked.

“You could be twins.” Sam observed.

– – – –

“So,” Dean asked from the driver’s seat of the car. “How’d you get into this life?”

You shrugged, “Kinda just… grew up in it.”

Dean reached for the knob and lowered the music, “How old are you, anyhow?” He looked at you through the rear-view mirror, suddenly aware you couldn’t be anywhere near their age.

“Twenty-two.”

Dean glanced at his brother who asked, “And you’re hunting?”

“Weren’t you the same age when you started hunting?” You asked, not realizing what you had let slip.

“I mean- How did you-” Sam began to speak when you cut him off, salvaging what was left of this conversation.

“You’re famous hunters, of course you’ve been hunting since the same age as me.” You said quickly.

Sam nodded, but you could tell he knew something was off.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time.” He decided to re-explain exactly how the afternoon would go.

In response, Dean made the music louder, cutting off anything Sam was about to say.

“Really?” His younger brother stared at him.

“You told us a hundred times, Sammy!” Dean exclaimed. We go in, find the vamps, and kill ‘em.”

You chuckled into your water bottle, taking another long drag of it.

It was another two hours until Dean finally drove the Impala into the parking lot of a motel. You watched the two of them joke around while they took their things out of the trunk, and wondered why Castiel was begging you to go back in time for them. They seemed perfectly fine. Either way, what could *you* do for them?

“Y/N?” Sam asked, snapping your attention towards him. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“My duffel is back at the motel I was staying at.” You lied, “Doesn’t matter, all I need is this-” You explained and pulled a gun out of the back of your jeans. When both brothers stared at it as if it were alien, you regretted it immediately.

“Huh.” Dean stated, taking his gun out and holding it up to yours. They were identical except for a few added scratches on your own.

The customized detailing that Dean got on the chrome plating of his gun made him narrow his eyes at your weapon, which held the same exact design.

“Must’ve been the same guy detailing it.” You shrugged and shoved it back in your jeans as quickly as you could.

“Must have been.” Dean stared at you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Sam walked inside and began making room arrangements with the motel manager. You followed him inside and felt Dean’s gaze burning into the back of your skull as you walked.

“Here.” Sam passed you a set of keys. “You’re in the room right across from ours.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and gripped the keys, following him and Dean down the hall.

Sam began unlocking his door, “Meet in the lobby in an hour?” He asked.

“Sounds good.” You agreed and stared up at you door number. 17C was hammered into the wood. When you finally locked the door behind yourself, you pressed your back against it and shut your eyes.

“Fuck.” You whispered, tossing your keys onto the table. You should have never come here. They were already suspicious of you, and the gun had to have been the final straw. What the hell did Castiel need you for anywhow? The brothers always had issues. What would your presence help with?

You walked into the bathroom and began running the shower water.

– – – –

“You’re telling me that’s not weird?” Sam asked, tossing his duffel bag onto the bed.

“No, it’s weird alright.” Dean was still gripping his gun, passing it between his hands. “I just…”

Sam crossed his arms, “Just what, Dean? Are you telling me you still trust her?”

“You’re the one who told me she was clean!” He shouted back. “And yeah.” He sighed. “I still… I still trust her.”

Sam tilted his head and let out an exasperated sigh, “You trust her?”

“Yeah, Sammy. I don’t know why, just a- just a gut feeling.” He placed the gun down on the table and began stripping out from his flannel.

Sam kept his eyes trained on his brother. “So what? We just go on a hunt with this girl we just met?”

“Pretty much.” Dean pulled on a fresh t-shirt.

“Dean.”

“What?”

“She knows things about us. She knew about the bunker, for one thing. Somehow she knew how old I was when we went looking for Dad- I mean! Seriously.” Sam began to question everything you had told them, “No one just stumbles upon our bunker.”

“I trust her.” Dean stated again.

– – – –

“Ready?” Dean pressed a machete into your palm.

You nodded then looked over at Sam, who had remained quiet for the entire car ride.

“Then let’s go.” Dean motioned to move forward into the house.

When you entered the house, all you saw was darkness. Sam found a light switch and flicked it on, but it only turned on one light bulb. You noticed the other three were shattered on the ground.

“What the hell?” You whispered. The three of you looked at one another. The vampires should have already sensed you and begun to attack, but it was silent.

“Are you sure this is the right house?” Dean asked Sam, who nodded.

You gripped your blade tighter. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Sam gripped the doorknob and swung open the door. You followed closely behind him.

Dean was about to go down the stairs as well when he was knocked down to the floor with a crash. As you and Sam scrambled to get back upstairs, the basement door was slammed shut and you were left banging on it.

“Fuck!” You shouted. Dean yelled out in pain and then you heard another crash.

“Let me try.” Sam got in front of you and began to throw his weight against the door, but something was blocking it.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight before shining it around the basement.

“Find something to knock this thing down.” He passed you the flashlight and you went to work. At the bottom of the stairs there was a table with a few tools and a crowbar. You grabbed it and tossed it up to Sam who tried breaking the door down with it.

“Come on, come on!” You begged. Sam glanced at you. He was trying to understand why you were so upset over a man you had just met.

“Please, Sam.” You begged, swallowing down the sob that threatened to leave your throat. “He can’t get hurt!”

He turned to you, chest heaving. Grunting and shouting could be heard on the other side, it was messing with your head. He took the flashlight from your hands and shone it in your direction so he could see you better.

“I don’t think they’re going to let us up anytime soon.” He stated the obvious. But there was nothing else to do about it.

“Please!” You banged your fist against the door one more time. Your body was shaking as you realized that it was your suggestion to go down here in the first place, and now Dean was getting hurt on the other side of this door.

“You need to calm down!” Sam shouted, trying to ground the situation as much as possible.

“How can I possibly calm down when my dad is on the other side of that door?!” You shouted, fists hitting the wood until it began to splinter.

Sam swallowed thickly, “W-What?” He managed to exhale.

“That’s my dad out there.” You steadied your breath before wiping away another stray tear. When his eyes met your green ones, his lips parted. He hadn’t paid closer attention earlier to see that he was looking into his brother’s eyes.

“Okay.” Sam seemed to reassure himself more than you, “Okay.”

He passed you the flashlight, and you were relieved by his sudden calm. He grabbed his gun from his jeans and began shooting at the door knob. It took four shots, but you finally heard something drop to the floor. Whoever was blocking the door jumped back from the sound and Sam was able to push it open.

Immediately, you were thrown into action. A vamp tackled you from the side and you raised your knee, landing a swift kick to the gut. He grabbed your throat and began tightening his grip when Sam kicked him off, allowing you to roll on top and slice his head clean off.

You caught your breath and began to look for your dad.

“Dean!” You shouted, but no response came.

“Let’s go.” Sam gripped your hand and pulled, and you ran behind him.

When you finally got outside he began to speak.

“I saw them taking him into the storm cellar before I got jumped.” He explained. You nodded and exhaled.

“Then why aren’t we moving?” You asked, looking up at your uncle.

He was staring at you, not noticing that he hadn’t replied yet.

“Sam?” You waved your hand in front of him.

“You look just like him. Why didn’t we-” Shock was taking over the rational part of his brain which would tell him to get to Dean first.

“Uncle Sam!” You shouted over his voice. “We gotta move.”

He agreed and led you to the cellar. “I’m going in. Wait out here.”

“Hell no!” You shouted, gripping the handle that opens the cellar.

“I can’t let you get hurt!”

“Two minutes ago you didn’t know who I was!”

He clenched his jaw as he realized he wouldn’t win this fight.

“Stay behind me.” He commanded.

When you finally dropped down into it, the first thing you saw was your father tied up to a chair with a vampire holding a blade to his neck.

Sam stepped back, reaching out his arm to hold you back as well.

“Winchesters.” The vampire smiled, “You must have the best blood out there.”

“Let him go.” Sam stated, machete ready to go in his other hand.

Dean’s mouth was gagged but his eyes were trained on the both of you.

You had never seen him in such a weak position and frankly, it scared the living shit out of you.

“Why would we let a Winchester get away?” He laughed and it made your stomach churn.

“Because I’m going to kill you.” You pushed out of Sam’s hold and towards the monster.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted but you were already too far gone. You slashed at the vamp but he sidestepped and landed a punch to your side.

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted.

Before you could attack him again, Sam was already on it.

“Get Dean!” He shouted and you listened, dropping down to your knees to begin untying him.

“Are you alright?” You asked, pulling the gag from out of his mouth.

“Peachy.” He muttered and began trying to wriggle his ankles out from the rope. You grabbed your blade and sliced at it until the knots gave out and the rope fell loose at his feet.

“Thanks.” He gave a half smile and stood up, only to come crashing back down and into your arms.

“Come on.” You heaved his arm over your shoulders to balance him. Sam finally killed the vamp and lugged Dean over himself instead.

When they finally got to the car, Sam took the wheel while Dean pulled himself into the passenger seat.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Dean finally spoke after a few minutes of driving.

“What?” You asked from the back seat.

“You could’ve gotten hurt.” He said and began rubbing the back of his neck.

You sighed, “Good to know some things don’t change.”  You whispered to yourself, having heard those words a hundred times before.

“Huh?” Dean asked from the front seat.

“You two should talk.” Sam said suddenly.

Sam met your eyes in the rear-view mirror and you sighed.

“How about we get some food first?” You asked, and Dean finally seemed happy about something.

Next thing you knew, you were sliding into a booth with both men seated across from you.

You watched as your dad picked up a menu, drooling over the many food options as usual.

“You did good out there.” Sam said after he ordered himself a sandwich. “You got guts.”

“I learned from the best.” You said in a way that told Sam that you learned from him.

He smiled and took a sip of his drink.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there, by the way.” Dean said while taking a bite of his food.

“I thought you were pissed about that.” You stuck your fork into your waffle.

He shook his head, “I would’ve done the same thing.”

Sam rolled his eyes, waiting for Dean to realize who you were.  

“Oh, yeah.” Dean picked up a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth, “What were you saying back in the car?” He asked Sam, with a fry hanging out of his mouth.

Sam simply replied with, “Look at her.”

Your heart began to race. Dean turned to you with his brow raised, trying to find something – anything on your face that would explain what Sam was saying.

“Dean.” Sam pushed, “Really, look at her.”

There you sat. Staring at your father who didn’t even know who you were. You watched as his eyes traveled over your face, then stopped at your eyes.

“Hey, Dad.” Slipped your lips.

The smile that had remained on his lips from earlier, faded. Sam looked over at his brother only to see him toss his napkin into his plate and leave the restaurant.

You stared at your uncle, wide eyed. “He- he hates me.”

“No!” Sam shouted, then lowered his voice. “No, he doesn’t. He- I’m going to go check on him.”

“Uncle Sam?” You grabbed the edge of his jacket before he could walk past.

“Yeah?”

“I can call Cas. I can go, right now if that’s what he wants.” You said and his eyes softened.

“Don’t. Please, don’t.” He begged, “I’ll be right back. Don’t call Cas.”

You nodded your head and busied yourself with your drink, sipping at it absentmindedly until there was nothing left.

Back outside, Sam found Dean leaning against the Impala.

“What the hell was that?” He raised his voice at his older brother.

“You’re telling me, Y/N is my kid?” He clenched his jaw, “And a hunter?”

Sam sighed, “That strong girl sitting in there is your daughter. My niece.”

“A hunter.” Dean reiterated.

“A reason to keep going.” Sam stated simply, and Dean considered it.

“Meaning?”

“All we’re doing, all the nights we spend- we spend totally wasted or nearly dead, well something great is going to come out of it.” Sam motioned towards the diner where you were waiting. “And the way that you just walked out on her tells me she’s about to call Castiel to take her back.”

“Leaving?” Dean peeled himself off of the car, “She wouldn’t-” He started, then sprinted towards the entrance of the diner.

You bumped into him as he nearly tore the door open.

“Y/N.” He breathed out.

“I should go, really.” You pushed past him and towards the parking lot.

“No!” He exclaimed and grabbed your arm. You turned around and looked up at him. He stared at you, seeing his own eyes looking back, and pulled you into a tight hug. You pressed your head against his familiar chest and smiled.

“So, you’re okay with me?” You asked.

“What?” He pulled you off of him, “Look at you.”

Sam walked up to the both of you and gave you the familiar smile you were so used to seeing.

Dean beamed at you, “Seriously. You’re the only good thing to come out of this life. Everything about you. I saw your strength and smarts today. You’re more than just okay. You’re fucking perfect.”

You smiled up at them, loving the compliment, “You’re pretty cool when you’re young.”

He scoffed, “When I’m young?”

“You get kinda cranky.” You shrugged.

“He’s always cranky.” Sam rolled his eyes, sending you into a fit of laughter.

Dean crossed his arms and scoffed.

“I’ll go grab our leftovers.” You said and started towards the diner.

“That’s my daughter!” Dean exclaimed with a smile, then suddenly turned to Sam.

“Daughter.” He repeated, realizing what he just said.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Huh.” Dean swung the car keys around his finger, “Daughter.”

“And a damn good one.” Sam said, causing Dean to smile.

He looked at his younger brother, then pulled him into a tight hug.

“I got a daughter, Sammy!” He exclaimed, “Ha!”

Sam began to laugh, pulling away from his older brothers grip.

You watched and listened from the door, careful not to interrupt. Right there, you saw exactly why Castiel sent you here. They just needed something to look forward to, and that’s where you came in. Cas knew that knowing you would make Dean realize that he wasn’t all bad, and that Sam would eventually get the family he always wanted. Your lip quirked upwards as you looked on. 

A familiar rustling of feather sounded behind you.

“I think you’re done here.” Castiel spoke from behind you.

You exhaled and looked at the boys beaming faces. “I am.”

Suddenly, you were back in your bedroom at the bunker.

Got7: Their S/O Kissing Them and Saying I Love You

Mark
Mark would be pleasantly surprised. As you left from the movie date, you gave him a peck on the lips, and an ‘I love you.’ slipped from your mouth. He stood there in shock before smiling and returning with an ‘I love you, too.’ From then on he said ‘I love you.’ as much as possible. He hoped that you wouldn’t ever get tired of it.

Jaebum
Jaebum would be relieved. You two had been dating for awhile, and the boy was more nervous than he would ever be willing to admit. He never meant for the public’s reaction to everything to become his first priority but being an idol changes people. But he had been more than thankful when you made the first move. When you kissed him he practically melted into it. His arms wrapped around you, and you stayed like that until you muttered an ‘I love you.’ He just smiled and kissed you again.

Jackson
Jackson would be over the moon. You two hadn’t exactly been official. It was more of like a spur of the moment half-relationship after you two hit it off. You decided to meet there every weekend you had. One day, you had to leave early, and decided to take a chance and kissed him. You left quickly, embarrassed, half-yelling an ‘I love you!’ as you ran out. The next thing you know, your phone is blowing up with cute texts.

Jinyoung
Jinyoung, despite his confident exterior, would be super embarrassed. When you kissed him, he had no idea what to do with his hands or anything really. It was like he was back I’m grade school. Then, when you pulled back and whispered ‘I love you.’ his face turned a brighter red than you had ever seen it before. All he could do was nod and you laughed and kissed him again.

Youngjae
Youngjae would be his usual happy self. In fact, it had been after an award show. You were just so proud of all of them, but the minute you saw your boyfriend you couldn’t help yourself. You practically flung yourself into his arms and kissed with an endless number of 'I love you’s and 'I’m so proud of you’s leaving your mouth. He just smiled and returned the kisses.

BamBam

BamBam would be so shocked he would almost pass out. Like you would literally have to catch him after you kiss him. He would just stumble around and try to catch his balance and try and catch up with what had just happened. You’d laughs and tell him that you love him and he would say something dumb like 'Yeah, okay.’ and hug you a lot.

Yugyeom
Yugyeom would get so excited that he’d lift you up by his waist and spin you around. You’d say 'I love you.’ and he would kiss you on the nose and hold your hand and tell you that her never let go. You two would walk home like that and he’d say over and over again how much he loves you. You guys would cuddle all night.

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 REQUEST : I love your writing! Can you do a harry imagine where he comes home from the studio and he’s being really weird and clingy and he just wants to lay down and curl up next to you and you’re concerned and ask him if he’s feeling okay and he says he is fine but later in the night he wakes up from his little nap and he is feeling really sick to his stomach and just sick all around and he gets really upset because he’s sick and you’re taking care of him? Thanks hun!

A/N I’m selfishly asking you this but, please let me know if you’re enjoying my writing, so I can stay motivated to write. ENJOY! :)xx

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