you are too gorgeous like damn son leave some for the rest of us

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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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This has been rolling around my head all night, I had to get it out.
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It had been three months since Homecoming, three months since everything had changed. F.P had been proven innocent thanks to what Sheriff Keller called “The Scooby Gang” and their endless hunt for the truth. Jughead was living back home with his father and the man in question had been sober since his arrest, things were different for Jughead, not a bad different, the opposite in fact, just… different. That’s not to say Jughead was happy, no not at all, the young, beanie wearing boy was miserable, depressed and more lonely than he ever had been. He had lost his girlfriend three months ago, the most important thing in his life was now .. out of his life.

After the gang had proven F.Ps innocence Betty had done everything in her power to distance herself from Jughead, she almost never went into the Blue and Gold office anymore and her and Kevin ate lunch away from the group, claiming it was just too crowded. She was always doing something, when she wasn’t busy with cheerleading she was planning events for Riverdale high or finishing off assignments for Blue and Gold. He could tell she was run dry, he stared at her almost constantly, hoping one day she would return his eye contact, she would be able to see everything he felt, everything he never got to say. The craziest part?

F.P was always talking about the visits Betty payed him. The beautiful blonde would bring plates filled with food to his fathers trailer, endless amounts of Tupperware and home cooked meals now filled the fridge. His dad would say
“Well, who needs scotch, I’ve got a new vice, Betty’s blueberry pie.”

She never came by when Jughead was around, he would leave for an hour and come home to a kitchen table filled with baked goods and casseroles, His father shrugging apologetically while stuffing his face. She always seemed to know when he wouldn’t be home, it was like she had a meticulous schedule detailing when she could stop by and avoid her ex boyfriend. It drive him absolutely nuts.

So that’s why when the delicate knock rang through the trailer walls, Jughead thought nothing of it, probably just another one of F.Ps friends looking to borrow money. He sat back down in his bed debating on whether or not to close the door, he hated hearing grown men beg.

He instantly bolted upright though, when he heard the delicate voice he had grown to love

“Hi F.P, so I’m trying a new recipe, I know you hate strawberries but you have to try this tart, I think you’ll love it, oh and I patched up Jugheads winter jacket, I couldn’t find the same color thread, but I think I got a pretty close match.”

Sticking his head out of the doorway, his body covered by the wall, Jugheads eyes widened, she was here? She must not know he’s home, he caught his fathers eyes and shook his head frantically, he didn’t want him to say anything, let him just have this, he just wanted to see her, hear her voice.

“Betty you spoil us, you know you don’t have to do all this, me and the boy are okay here on our own.” He said softly, helping her carry shopping bags to the table.

Betty rolled her eyes
“I like feeding you guys, and Jughead is in a very important developmental stage right now, he can’t live off of hamburgers. He used to love when I made him my homemade garlic bread.. I um I put a loaf in there for him.” She cleared her throat, eyes suddenly sad and distant.

“What about you?” His father asked “ your too skinny girl, are you eating at all? Jughead mentioned how busy you’ve been. Got another dance coming up I heard.”

Betty nodded slowly “it’s good to keep busy, keeps my mind off of things, and yes the end of the year dance, I’m organizing it.”

“Excited?” F.p asked digging into the brownies before him,

Betty snorted
“No, I don’t think I’ll be staying. Dances don’t usually work out too well for me, my experiences haven’t been great. I just have to go and make sure everything’s in order and you know my mom, any excuse to dress me up like some Barbie doll… is umm.. do you know if Jughead will be going?” She asked shyly.

F.p glanced over her head as Jughead nodded enthusiastically. If she was gonna be there so was he.

“Sure is, the boy said he couldn’t wait to see you in your dress” F.P wiggled his brows and smiled as Betty blushed.

“I don’t know about that.” She whispered.

God Jughead loved her blush.

“ I better go, last minute dance preparations, Veronica wants to model her dress for me.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her purse from the floor. Before she left the house F.p called after her

“Betty?” She turned around “save a dance for Jughead okay?” He asked

Betty stared at the older man for a second before whispering

“Always”

As soon as the door closed, Jughead threw himself back onto his bed and squeezed his eyes shut. He missed her, damn did he miss her, everything about her.

He vaguely heard his dad enter the room

“ get that girl back son” he stated before closing the door.

He was going to. He was going to get her back.

The next day at school flew by, Jughead didn’t even get a look at Betty, he saw her in blurs, a flash of pink and blonde as she ran through the halls. When the final bell rang Archie approached him and slapped a hand to his back,
“Ready for tonight?” He asked

Jughead took a breath and nodded
“I’ve been ready.”

Archie smiled sympathetically
“Nothing unexpected will happen, I’ll make sure of it ,Veronica’s gonna get Betty alone and then you swoop in.”

Saying goodbye to Archie, Jughead made his way home, his heart racing in anticipation, it was gonna be a long night.

Standing in front of the auditorium doors, Jughead looked to his right, three months ago in this spot, he had lost the most important thing in the world to him, he was gonna make it right. Make it better. Adjusting his tie, he walked through the doors, instantly spotting Archie and Veronica, both huddled around someone. Here goes nothing.

Veronica tugged on Archie’s hand, moving him aside so Jughead could get a good look at the beautiful blonde. She was perfect. As much as she hated that word, there was no other option, she was the physical embodiment of perfect. The dark green of her dress, perfectly matching his tie thanks to Veronica. The green in her dress made her eyes pop and he couldn’t look away when his eyes met hers, her silky blonde hair was in long waves brushing her shoulders and he wanted to touch the space that her strapless dress left bare. God he needed her.

Clearing his throat Jughead made his way to a wide eyed Betty as her friends slowly backed away
“Hi” she whispered, looking down

“You look beautiful, you look…” up close he couldn’t form sentences, she was too damn gorgeous.

She blushed, smiling shyly
“Thankyou. I like your tie.” Her tiny fingers reached out to play with the silky material before she stopped half way, unsure whether she should touch him, he took advantage of the situation pulling her fingers towards him and resting her open palm on the space between his heart

“Will you dance with me?” He asked, the intensity in his eyes making her shiver before she whispered

“Always”

He led her to the dance floor and pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair smelling the familiar peaches and cream that he had missed so dearly. This was his home, his everything, and he wasn’t letting go.

“Jughead, what are we doing” he heard her whisper against his chest. He pulled away partially, meeting her eyes “ I think it’s called dancing, I could be wrong.” He smirked

Betty giggled and smacked his chest
“Funny” she rolled her eyes

Jughead grabbed her hand again, pulling it back to his chest

“I miss you.” He started seriously, watching her eyes soften “I miss you so much it hurts sometimes, I know I’m an idiot, I know I hurt you, and I’m so sorry for that. But.. I need a second chance, I can be what you need. You’re everything I need.” He whispered dropping his forehead against hers and blinking back tears as hers fell freely down her face

“Jughead” she whimpered

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, never again. Please.. just give me a second chance.”

Looking up with watery eyes, Betty placed her hands on either side of Jugheads face

“Always” she whispered, before bringing her lips to his.

Shield-maiden Within

Summary: Reader is a Saxon woman who doesn’t like the whole ‘a woman can’t do what men do’ thing and so she runs away… with the vikings, and Bjorn trains her.

Characters: Reader, Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothrbrok, Floki

Fandom: Vikings

Word Count: 1936

Disney Movie Writing Challenge, @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen 

AN: I think this is the longest thing I have ever written but I hope you guys still like it even thought the ending is crap…

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Houston we have a baby problem

I am so happy that daddy Wednesday is now a thing. Here is the first of little drabbles that I will write from suggestions and ask that are sent to @bucky-plums-barnes. Thank you love for believing in me and pushing me to write these. And a massive thanks for letting me take these asks and make them into stories. 

Side note, when proof reading isn’t your bestfriend. 


-cough-, -cough-, “Chris honey, would you be able to make me lemon green tea”.

“Anything for you, my love and I’m so sorry for getting you sick”

“Hey it’s ok, one we thought you weren’t contagious anymore, and two I can never say no your your snuggles”. “You are my cuddly NASA bear”. “And side not those NASA jumpers are so god damn comfy, whoever designed and made those needs a raise”.

After Chris makes you your tea and the two of you snuggle on the couch watching some recorded shows from nights before, your one year old son starts to get restless and clearly wants to wake up for the day.

Chris starts to get up, when you snuggle further into him. “Honey, don’t leave, you are so warm and comfy”

“Baby, I would love to, but one I have to get Mark out of his crib before he starts having a fit, he needs breakfast and two I need to go to work”.

“Can’t you just call in sick today, please for me.”

“Again I would love to, but I already took sick leave when I was sick and I am teaching today, so I can’t disappoint them.” “They all love me.”

“Sure they do Chris. Have they told you this or did you just make this up from thin air”

“Hey don’t be mean”. “I am going to get our son out and ready for the day. You just sit here and stay pretty”


“Hey there little man, did you sleep well”

Mark was the spitting image of his father. The day he came into your lives was one of the most magical day’s ever and Chris was one the surface of Mars, so thats saying something. Chris dresses Mark for the day (and of course its space themed) and packs his day bag, as he is going to work with him. While getting ready for work, Chris places one of his NASA jumpers into the dryer, so it’s nice and warm for you.

Walking back into the living room, Chris spots you curled up on the couch, watching the latest episode of Arrow. “God Stephen Amell is one handsome man”

“Ouch! love, what about me.”

“Haha, hey you are my gorgeous love bug”

“Mama, mama”. Mark starts to make grabbie hands for you and you just can’t resist. He is your little boy and the light of your life. But before you could get your hands on him, you start to have a cough attack. Chris sets down Mark to rub soothing circles on your back.

“I am taking Mark to work today. You need time to get some rest and I don’t want you to worry about Mark. I would prefer you to get better. There is some chicken soup in the fridge, all it need is some heating up. I stocked up the cupboards with some of your favourite snacks and I have left one of my jumpers in the dryer, so it’s nice and warm for you”.

“How did I get so lucky. I love you so much. Well I hope you have an lovely day at work and Mark be good to your daddy.”


Mark was sleeping soundly in his stroller, while Chris was running his class. Mark’s namesake decided to join the class, as he couldn’t pass a chance to be with his godson. Halfway through the class, Mark starts to cry, big Mark starts to rock little man back and forth, but he was having none of it. He just wants his dad. 

“Hey little man, can you be a good boy for daddy, please” With no sign of stopping anytime soon, Chris was left with one option. Taking the harness strap out of the stroller, Chris straps his son to his chest and starts to hop around the classroom. Within a couple of minutes Marks starts to calm down and falls back to sleep. Chris continues the class like nothing ever happen. Watney without Chris spotting him, pulls out his phone and takes a couple of snapshots and sends it to you.  

You couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on your face. This was the cutest thing ever and Stephen Amell has graced us with his presence today. Ha, let’s not tell that to Chris. Underneath the photo, Watney leaves the caption, “God my godson is the cutest thing, must get it from me, ha”.

Mark and Chris come back from work at around 5 o’clock. Chris feeds Mark his dinner and bathes him before reading one of his books and while he falls asleep. He turns on his solar system turner, before making his way to your shared room. “How was your day baby”

“It was alright, went and had a bath and then spent the rest of the day watching the TV. How was your’s, I saw what happen in class today. Let just say you make an adorable daddy.”

You show Chris the photo that Mark sent you, which also has become your phone screen background. Chris places his hand around your shoulders and you snuggle into his side. “You know I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I have two wonderful, gorgeous, handsome boys. You too just make me so happy”

“Oh, now I’m better than Stephen, baby.”

“Ha, you know I love you more honey”.

You look up towards Chris and start to lending in to kiss him. Before you could attach your lips to his, he moves slightly and kiss your forehead instead.

“Sorry baby, your sick”

You pout and give him the best puppy dog eyes ever. “Fine, come here baby”

Chris and you share a breath taking kiss. Well it’s easy too, as you are currently sick. You snuggle further into Chris and you fall asleep in a instance.

Chris couldn’t ask for a better family.

Fancy Meeting You Here

Part 2

Imagine y/n was a part of Rick’s group, but  she’s been kicked out by Rick, cause Daryl & her were always fighting (mostly cause Daryl had a lil crush)

After being alone for few weeks, the reader stumbles upon Negan’s men. They bring her back. Negan tried several time to get her as his wife but she always refuses.
When the line up comes y/n is here, hidden. She grabs Negan’s arm when he’s about to kill Glenn & just say Yes, so he knows she’ll become his new wife and doesn’t kill Glenn. All Rick’s group is surprised to see her” - Thank you for the prompt! @perseusandmedusa C:

Ships: Negan x Reader

Words: 2,007

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of smut, violence.

“Well you know what, Daryl?! Fuck you! Go to hell!”

You were having another one of your frequent arguments with Daryl. He was insisting that you shouldn’t go out on a run when you were perfectly able to go and help the group. You didn’t know if it was because he though you incapable or because he just didn’t like you getting some of the limelight for a change, but he would argue with you every. Damn. Time.

You had stood up and went outside for some air, making sure to slam the door loudly so that it woke up everyone in a kilometres radius of you. You put your hands on your head and took in large lungful’s of cold air. You stood there for about ten minutes, calming yourself down until you felt someone poke you from behind.

“Hey! Watch it- Oh. Sorry, Carl. It’s been a rough night, you know?” You said apologetically to the boy before you. He didn’t reply and he was determinately not looking at you in the eye. “Carl?”

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Anguish // Bucky Barnes

Summary: AU where Reader is an FBI Agent and best friends with Detective Nat Romanoff. Everything changes when Bucky and the reader meet each other. Soon Nat has to decide what’s more important…her happiness or her best friend.

Characters: agent!reader x detective!bucky, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers x nurse!Sharon, Wanda x Vision, Pietro Maximoff (mentioned), Nick Fury (mentioned), and Peggy Carter (mentioned)

Words: 2692

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or the characters involved. This is also an AU in which the Avengers are actually detectives.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of death, injuries, infertility by car accident, PTSD (mentioned), and ANGST with just a hint of fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: to hold you over till Sunday, April 23rd when I will be finished packing for home! Requests will be OPEN ON SUNDAY

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Normally it should be one the happiest days to watch your best friend get married but for Natasha it was the exact opposite. You had been best friends since you were roommates during your police academy days having bonded as the daughters of former officers. When you went to different cities for jobs you had kept in contact and celebrated when Nat made detective and you worked your ass up into the FBI. She was so happy when you took your two weeks off following a botched operation landing you with a bullet to the shoulder.

During those two weeks you had met one of Nat’s co-workers and friend Bucky Barnes at a game night. It was held at Steve Rogers house in Brooklyn, he was a recently transferred detective from Bucky’s childhood, and Steve’s wife Sharon. Sharon was an ER nurse going back to school to become a Doctor. Nat had straight away invited you over not expecting to have you bond so well with everyone.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N-“

“Agent Y/L/M, dumbs.” Nat laughed poking you in the side. You giggled.

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Sam’s Truth

Summary: After your dad says some nasty things, Sam comforts you.

Italics are the other end of a phone convo.

Betas: @talesoftheimpala @winchester-with-wings 

W.C. 1417

Tag Forevers(let me know if you want to be added!): @quilliamfears @animefanatic1728 @castihelloboys @autoblocked @wayward-wheels @cestladoulerexquise 

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Notes: lots of parental angst lately for me so I wanted to get some of it out with some fluffy Sam stuff. Feedback appreciated! Find it on AO3 here. Might write a second part, morning after smut, if I get enough feedback!


Having Sam Winchester by your side when the rest of your family was telling you to go to hell was the best thing that could have happened to you.

Sam Winchester was the world’s kindest, most burdened soul, and he took on the pain of everyone that he came into contact with, hoping to ease some of their suffering.

When you first met Sam, you’d been taking down a rugaru and he and his brother burst in just as you were firing off the flame shots. Dean and you had teamed up before. When you were both younger, and you’d heard stories of the infamous Sammy, but meeting the man was an entirely different story. Dean had said Sam was tall, but tall was an understatement. Standing 5’4”, you weren’t exactly tall yourself, but Sam towered over you by at least a foot, and you felt like a dwarf. Of course, he tried hiding it, tried making himself seem smaller than he was, and your heart squeezed a bit for this thoughtful man.

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Baby Tim - Drabbles

Short drabbles from my Baby Tim verse! Requested by @jadedhillon

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You and Jason have been together for three years at this point. Tim is 5.

It is Tim’s first day of kindergarten. You had been working with Tim for a while to teach him how to spell his name, how to count, how to read and write. Jason said that you were going overboard, that the teacher would teach Tim everything he needed to know. You just ignored him.

“Alright Timmy. How do you spell your name?”

“Timothy. T-I-M-O-T-H-Y”

“Very good!”

“And can you count to 10 for me?”

“Duh mama! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10!”

“That’s my smart boy!”

“Alright you two, we’re here!” Jason called from the front seat. You had opted to sit in the back and go over things with Tim.

“Alright baby, do you remember out numbers?”

“Yes mama, and our home address and Papa Bruce’s address.”

You smooth down the little tie that is part of Tim’s school uniform and try to hold back your tears. “Good, call me if you need anything, okay?”

Tim throws his arms around your neck, “I promise, mama”

Jason opens the car door and scoops Tim up, giving him a tight hug, “You behave yourself little man”

“I will daddy. Love you, daddy, love you mama!”

Jason sets Tim on the ground, “We love you too sweetheart! Have a fun day at school!” you call out as Tim runs to get into his line. “Is he going to be okay Jay?”

“Babe, he is going to be fine! Now come on, we need to leave. See he is already inside. If there are any problems then the school will call us”

You nod quietly and get back into the car. No one ever said how hard it would be to see Tim go to school for the first time.

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Tim loses a tooth for the first time. Tim is 6.

You had finally agreed to let Damian start teaching Tim how to fight. No way in hell would you let him out as Robin, but it was important for him to know how to defend himself. They had barely been down in the cave for 20 minutes when you heard Tim calling for you.

“Mama! MAMA LOOK!!!”

You run from the kitchen where you had been helping Alfred to the study, where the stairs to the cave were.

“What is it Timmy?”

“Look!”

In his hand was something small and white, it looked almost like a pebble, but you could see blood on it. It was a tooth, your baby’s tooth, resting in the palm of his hand. Tim grinned at you, showing you the gap in his smile.

“DAMIAN WAYNE!! YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”

Damian slunk forward, his head down, “I didn’t mean to hit him that hard. The tooth had to already be loose for it to come out so quickly” he mumbled

“You knocked out his tooth!”

Tim bounced up and down excitedly “I get to put in under my pillow, and the Tooth fairy will come tonight!!”

“Don’t be ridiculous Timothy …”

You cut Damian off with a sharp sound, “Not another word!” you sigh, “You aren’t in trouble Damian, I knew something like this would probably happen” you scoop Tim up, taking him to rinse out his mouth and you glance back at Damian, “But you are the one who has to tell Jason that you knocked out his sons tooth.”

Damian groaned, flopping onto the couch to pout.

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Tim is 8 when you and Jason finally get married. Tim is Jason’s best man.

You are nervous, Jason had asked you to marry him a year ago, and now today is the day when it finally happens.

“You look gorgeous! There is no need to be nervous! Jason is going to cry when he sees you!” Stephanie Brown gushes. You had been introduced to her, Barbra and Cassandra two years ago, and you had all become fast friends. You didn’t have any living family members, so they were the ones helping you get ready for your big day.

“You look lovely, stop fretting. I have all of the best security here, there is no way anyone will ruin today” Babs said, adjusting her dress, making it pool beautifully in her chair.

“Brother will be greatly pleased” Cass murmured, she gently touched one ringlet of your hair, “Pretty bride”

“Thank you guys” You can already feel the tears begin to gather in your eyes. “I’m so glad that you guys get to help me today”

“I wouldn’t miss today for the world!” Steph cried.

“None of us would. Now it is time for us to walk down the aisle. Is everyone ready?”

“Ready, yes” Cass agreed.

Barbra was the first to go down the aisle, then Cass, lastly Steph. Then the wedding march sounded, and it was your turn. You took Bruce’s arm and the two of you began to walk. Since your father was dead, Bruce had agreed to walk you down the aisle. The first thing that you saw when you began to walk was Jason, waiting for you at the alter. Next to him stood Tim. Instead of Tim being the ring bearer, like most kids his age, he was Jason’s best man.

The ceremony is beautiful, everything goes according to plan, Tim hands Jason the rings, taking his duty as best man very seriously.

Tim is ecstatic when you and Jason finally kiss and you are officially him mother. Tim jumps up and down in excitement. Jason scoops him up and you both kiss on of his cheeks to the sound of the crown clapping and a camera going off. That picture was every ones favorite. It was blown up and put in the manor, and Jason put a copy of it in his wallet.

(Similar to the one below. But it would be during a wedding)

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Tim’s first crush. Tim is 12.

The first time Tim came to you about a girl was when he was 14. He was too nervous to go to his father and he wanted advice on how to win her heart.

“What’s her name, sweetheart?”

“Her name is Danielle, but everyone calls her Danny” Tim blushed, “She kissed my cheek today”

You gasp, “Oh Timmy!! It sounds like you have yourself an admirer!!”

“Moooom”

“Don’t you mom me. You do! Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, why don’t we go out to the store and get some chocolate and flowers for your girl”

Tim smiled shyly, “I would really like that, mama”

“Oh so now I’m mama! I’m only ever mama unless you want something!”

You give Tim a kiss on the cheek, “Come on, let’s go win Danny’s heart!”

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Tim getting married. Tim is 24.

It was Tim’s wedding day. He was marrying a girl that he had men when he was in college. They had been together for almost three years, and had been friends for two years before that. You were helping Jasmine get ready to walk down the aisle.

“Y/N do I look alright?”

“You look beautiful, love! Tim isn’t going to have any breath left in him when he sees you”

She smiles. Her own mother and sister add the finishing touches to her hair and makeup. “Thank you” Jasmine whispers.

“It’s time for the bridesmaids to walk down the aisle. And for me to take my seat! I will see you at the alter!”

You quickly leave the room and walk to sit beside Jason. Both of you had gone a bit grey throughout the years. You were both getting older. Jason had salt and pepper hair, and shallow crow’s feet, gently laugh lines. You were much the same, your hair with an almost sliver shine to it.

“Smile, Timmy, no need to look so serious” you whisper. Tim glances at you out of the corner of his eye, and grins.

“Our boy looks damn good in his tux” Jason murmurs, taking your hand.

“That he does, love. I’m gonna cry and Jasmine hasn’t even walked down the aisle yet”

“Don’t cry mama, if you cry then dad is gonna cry, and then Jaz will cry, and then I will cry. Everyone’s makeup will be ruined. It’s a happy day. You aren’t losing me, we are gaining a family member”

You nod and turn when you hear the wedding march. Today your son gains a wife, today you gain a daughter-in-law, today is a happy day.

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NOTE: sorry this ones quite long! let me know if you guys want a part two!! 💕😉

You arrived in Charming like a storm.
Chaos followed you everywhere you went. You were young, single, and you liked to live, never staying in one town for more than a few months. Your body was filled with tattooes, mostly from drunken nights. Some had meaning, but most of them were spur of the moment. You didn’t regret any of them, hell you didn’t regret anything.
Life was a story, and you wanted to make sure every page was worth reading.
You did what you wanted, got what you wanted, never caring about the aftermath.
You didn’t have anything holding you down, and anytime times got hard, or lonely, or you messed up badly, you would rise from the ashes and move on to another town.
You’d come to Charming knowing you had an old friend here.
Julian was your best friend in high schools brother, and you’d always been close before you left home. There was nothing romantic between the two of you, you just got on well, him being almost as wild as you.
You were meeting him at a local bar that night and you strode through the doors oozing confidence.
“(Y/n)!” Julian shouted as he saw you, lifting you in his arms and spinning you around. You tilted your head back and laughed, your hair falling down your back.
“Hey Juju!” You laughed. “Long time no see!”
“Your telling me!” He smiled at you, placing you back on the floor.
He swung his arm over your shoulder and you sat at the bar together.
You ordered six shots of tequila and sat on a stool.
“I don’t drink tequila.” Julian told you as the bartender prepared your drinks.
“Who said they were for you?” You smirked at him, lifting a shot, and poured it down your throat.
He laughed and shook his head.
“You haven’t changed.”
You winked at him as you downed another, then downed all of them and ordered another six.
The two of you talked for hours, laughing together at the bar as you got drunk.
A man approached you and sat down next to you.
You turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.
He was good looking, short brown hair, gentle face and had tattoos on his neck. You had a weakness for tattooed men.
“You gonna buy me a drink or just stare at me?” You asked, looking at him through your long lashes.
He smirked and called over the bartender.
It was easy for you, flirting with strangers.
Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was your body, maybe it was the way confidence radiates from you. Guys were drawn to you, they always had been, and you loved it.
You were a man eater, getting what you needed from them and throwing them aside. You’d never had a boyfriend, you’d never wanted one. You didn’t want to be tied down.
You flirted with him for a while, eventually going home with him. His name was Damian something, you couldn’t remember his last name and you didn’t care to ask again.
The sex was good, it always was with you. You knew what you were doing. He gave you his number and you left in the morning, walking back to your hotel.
It wasn’t a walk of shame, it never was.
You walked proudly, holding your head high and carefree.

A week had passed since your first night in Charming. You’d spent most of the week getting drunk at different bars, sleeping with different men and waking up with hangovers. You loved your life, no one could judge you for the way you lived, you had no shame in it.
You were sitting in your hotel room, smoking a joint as you nursed your throbbing head.
Tequila always gave you hangovers but you loved it anyway, loved the way it burned down your throat, loved the taste.
You spent the morning lounging around the room, getting high and watching tv.
It was mid afternoon when you decided to text Damian, the guy from your first night.
You normally didn’t hook up with the same guy twice, but you were horny and he was cute.
You rummaged through your bag and found the napkin he had written his number on.
You were about to dial it when you got an idea. You smirked as you stripped down into just your panties, grabbing your phone and switching it to camera.


Happy sat around the bar with the club, drinking beers and smoking after a long day.
He smirked as his brothers talked, they were teasing the new prospect and Happy was loving it.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he grabbed it out.
Unknown Number
He frowned slightly and opened the message, his jaw clenching as he looked at the image on his screen.
The photo was of a girl, wearing nothing but her panties, one hand covering her bare breasts and biting her lips. The only message with the picture was just a simple ’;)’.
Happy felt his jeans suddenly become tighter as he looked over the picture.
He didn’t know who she was, but damn she was sexy.
Happy had slept with a lot of women but he was sure he would remember sleeping with this one. He studied the photo, looking at her face and her body and still didn’t know her. But he wanted to.
He rolled a toothpick between his lips, contemplating his next move when another message came through.
Happy twirled the toothpick as he opened it and saw another photo.
This time the girl laid on the bed, on her side, showing her perfectly rounded ass in red lacy panties. Her hand cupped her breast and Happy felt his pants grow tighter as he studied the photo, looking at her tattooes and her perfect curves. The message with it read ’Round two?
Daamn brother, who is that?!” Tig asked, looking over his shoulder.
Happy shook his head, not taking his eyes off the girl.
“I don’t know.” He said. “I’ve never met her.”
“You sign up to some seedy site Hap?” Juice asked mockingly, peering at the photo too.
Happy snapped his head up and shoved the phone into his pocket before he stormed to his dorm room, as Tig and Juice laughed at him.
He sat on his bed and pulled his phone out again, staring at the photos before typing a message.


You lounged around your room, sitting in just your panties waiting for Damian to reply.
Your phone buzzed and you reached for it, smirk on your face as you opened the text. You frowned slightly as you read the message.
You got the wrong number little girl
You sighed and tossed the phone on your bed and pulled your jeans on.
Oh well, you’d just go to the bar and find someone else to fuck tonight.

You slammed your hands against the steering wheel of your shitty car.
“Piece of shit!” You yelled, pulling your hair into a high ponytail as you got out, slamming the door.
You leaned against it and pulled out your phone, ringing Julian.
“Hey (y/n)!” He answered the phone cheerfully.
“Jujuuu I neeeed you.” You purred through the phone.
You heard him laugh on the other end, “What have you done this time?”
You smirked and told him that your car wouldn’t start, swearing and telling him that you were gonna set it on fire.
He laughed again, “Calm down, (y/n). Where are you? I can’t leave work but il ring TellerMorrow, they can come tow you.”
You told him where you were, thanking him and making kiss sounds into the mouthpiece.
“Your crazy, (y/n). Look I gotta get back to work but il ring them, they shouldn’t be long.”
“Okay Juju. And thankyou. Il buy you a beer or twelve.”
He laughed and said his goodbye.
You hung up the phone, sliding it into the pocket of your tight ripped shorts.
You reached into the window, pulled out your cigarettes then hopped onto the hood of the car, lighting your smoke.
Ten minutes later you saw a tow truck pull up.
You stayed on the hood of your car, sunglasses on, your elbows leaning back.
The black crop top you wore showed off your stomach and your tattooes.
You eyed the man that got out of the truck, he was tall, dark curly hair and wore a leather vest with a patch reading ‘Sons of Anarchy’.
You raised an eye brow. A biker? You liked bikers- they knew how to fuck. You smiled and raised your hand, lifting your glasses and resting them on top of your head.
“Hey handsome.” You called as he walked up to you.
He saw your face and froze for a moment, before smirking and stopping infront of you, staring at your body and face.
You thought nothing of it, you were used to people staring at you.
“Hey yourself, gorgeous.”
You smirked back at him and sat up, showing off your cleavage as you rested your elbows on your knees.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” He asked you.
You smiled at him sweetly and looked at him through your long lashes.
“Waiting for you.” You winked.
He chuckled lightly. “Won’t start?”
“Nope!” You told him, swinging your legs off the car and standing. “Fucking piece of shit.”
He laughed again.
“Hop in sweetheart, I’ll get her hooked up and we can get out of here.”
You did as you were told.
Quickly after he jumped in the truck and you started the drive back to the shop.
“You from Charming?” He asked you, glancing at you.
“Nope! Just passing through.”
“How long ya been here, sweetheart?”
“Bout a week.” You told him.
He smirked as you said that, and you raised an eye brow, watching him curiously.
‘It is her’ Tig thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to get to TM. Happy and the rest of the club were there, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when he walked in with the girl from the photos.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/n).” You answered as you wound the window down and let the wind blow onto your face. “You?”
“Tig. Welcome to TM.” He said as he pulled the truck into the lot.
He parked infront of the garage and you eyed the line of motorcycles.
“You can go into the office, paperwork and that.” He told you as he got out.
You stepped out of the truck and thanked Tig, before strutting towards the office.
You filled out the forms and walked out and headed towards Tig, who was standing near a picnic table. He stood with another biker, young, with a Mohawk and tattoes on his scalp.
They stood huddled together and were giggling?
Fuck kinda outlaws are these? You thought to yourself.
They looked up as you approached, huge grins on both their faces.
You put your hands on your hips and smiled at Tig.
“The cars gonna be a few hours at least. Maybe a few days. Why don’t you come inside sweetheart, have a drink with your new friend.” He winked at you.
“I’m Juice.” The young guy said, smiling widely.
You smiled back at him. “(Y/n).”
“Pretty name for a pretty face.” He replied, eyeing your body.
“Oh honey,” you told him and stepped closer, patting his chest. “You think a line like that’s gonna work on me?”
He blushed as Tig laughed and opened the door.
“Cmon in.”
You pinched Juices cheek softly and stepped around him, walking through the doors of the clubhouse.
Around a dozen men sat around the room and they all turned towards you as the three of you walked in.
You watched as some of their mouths dropped when they saw you.
What is with these guys? You thought. You were used to male attention, but this was getting a bit weird.
“Chucky! Get this lovely girl a drink!” Tig called to a kind looking man, obviously not a member, with mechanical hands.
“Tequila, please.” You smiled at the man and he nodded at you as he walked towards the bar, saying something about accepting that.
You followed Tig to the bar, and sat on a stool next to a handsome blond. You eyed him and raised an eyebrow at his President patch.
These guys might have been acting strange, but damn, they were good looking.
“Hey darlin. I’m Jax.” He smirked at you.
“(Y/n).”
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you pulled it out, reading the message from Julian asking if you were okay.
“That’s a nice phone, (y/n).” Tig said, making juice snigger and Jax turned his head to hide his smirk.
“Okay guys, what the fucks going on?” You asked as Chucky passed you a tequila.
You slammed it down your throat and handed the glass back to him, for another.
You watched as the three men around you smiled goofily, not saying anything.
Movement caught your eye and you looked up as another man in a patch walked out of a hallway.
He wore a white Tshirt and his leather, toothpick in his mouth as he walked through the room. He had a mean look on his face and seemed to radiate danger and mystery. You eyed his muscly tattooed arms and licked your lips as you watched him, Jesus Christ this guy was sexy.
“Hey Hap!” Tig and Juice called in unison.
The man snapped his head around, looking at his brothers and you saw his dark eyes widen as he saw you.
The three men around you grinned like children as they looked between you and this man.
He started walking towards you and you held his gaze.
Tig and Juice began to giggle as they huddled together.
“(Y/n), this is Happy. But I think you might already know each other.” Jax said, smirking at you and winking.
You frowned slightly and met Happys stare.
“Hi little girl.” He spoke lowly, his voice raspy.
Little Girl.
Suddenly the others behaviour made sense as a lightbulb went off in your head.
“Your the wrong number, aren’t you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows towards Happy and smirking now too.
“Mmhmm.” He licked his lips and eyed your body hungrily.
You threw your head back and laughed.
“Well, mr Wrong Number, if you play your cards right you might get to see more than just a few photos.” You said, winking at him.
Tig and Juice laughed, and slapped the mans shoulder and walked off, Jax joining them and leaving the two of you alone.
Your back was facing the bar and you leant back on your elbows, running your eyes over Happys body.
He leant towards you slowly and you tilted your head slightly, never breaking eye contact. He leant closer and you felt his hot breath on your lips as he inched closer to your face.
A smirk stretched across his lips slowly and he reached behind you, grabbing a beer and pulling back from you suddenly.
Okay, you thought to yourself, if he wants to play games with you, you’ll play along.
But you never lost.

Star Athlete and School Reporter AU

Javid college AU based on that story about the basketball player from Wisconsin who commented to his teammates with out realizing the mic was on at the final four press conference the other day 

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Beach Day

Pairing: Shawn and Y/N

Anonymous requested: Family day at the beach with Shawn and the child you had together :)) and him telling you how hot you look! Ps Iam in love with your writing don’t stop !!!! XX

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It had been a couple of weeks since you last saw Shawn while he was on tour, and with your one year old son, things were hard. Of course, Shawn would FaceTime whenever he had the chance to and the past five nights you two had fallen asleep together while talking to each other.

So, last minute, Shawn booked you two on the next flight out to where he was in the world - Miami, Florida.

Since you three were still resided in Pickering due to not having any time to look anywhere else (like you knew Shawn wanted to, much to Karen’s dismay); it was rare when you got to see the beach, but today was one of those days.

You would say it’s even more special since this would be the first time your son would experience the beach in his time on earth.

 "Babe, you almost ready?“ Shawn calls from the bed in his hotel room, occupying your son.

"Yeah, hang on!” You raise your voice back, putting your hair in a ponytail before exiting the bathroom.

You notice Shawn kneeling over Isaac, your son, blowing raspberries into his tummy, leaving him in a laughing fit. You also laugh at how silly they both are and that makes Shawn look up. His gorgeous smile disappears into a look of shock and you are suddenly confused.

 "What? What’s wrong?“ You ask, concerned.

Shawn shakes his head, "you’re just so beautiful.”

You roll your eyes and make your way towards the door, picking up your beach tote. Shawn does the same with Isaac and you three head out the door - on your way to the beach.

Of course, John insisted that he come along with you guys just in case some crazy fans decided to show up. But, Shawn told him to stay behind because he wanted to spend a normal day with his family.

Andrew also agreed that John should come along, but Shawn politely declined again, stating it would “ruin the normalcy.”

As Shawn drove you to the beach, he had the windows in the front rolled all the way down while his right hand never left your thigh. The soft sounds of toddler music wafted through the rental car and you kept noticing that every once in a while, Shawn would look over at you.

“Will you quit looking at me? You’re going to crash the car.” You scoff, looking back at Isaac who’s light brown eyes looked around at the new sights.

“If I crash the car, it’s your fault Y/N.” Shawn stated, smirking.

“What the hell, why would it be my fault?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“Because honey, you’re too smoking hot for me not to look at you.” You laugh at his corniness and look out the window, the warm air hitting your face.

As you arrived, Shawn helped Isaac get out of his car seat while you put your shades on and take in the huge amount of people that were at the beach today.

“Well, Isaac Manuel Mendes,” Shawn says, adjusting the little hat he had put on him earlier to block the sun from his eyes. “You are in for a treat today, son.”

You watch your boyfriend delicately place his lips to his son’s temple, rubbing his back lightly and then using his free hand to grab at yours. Since the time you and Shawn started dating when you were sixteen, he always wanted to be holding a part of you in some way. Whether it was a finger, his arm around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder - whatever it was, he had to be touching you in some way. According to him, it “kept him calm.”

You scoped out a nice spot to pitch an umbrella and spread out some towels, Shawn agreeing and handing you Isaac as you let him open the umbrella and put it in the sand.

Throughout the day, you and Shawn laid in the sun and laughed at Isaac’s face as he was playing with the sand - something he’s never felt or seen. There were also a few fans that approached you two, but they were very polite as they asked for pictures with the three of you, some filming the experience. They thanked both of you and left, leaving you alone.

The focus mainly though, was on Isaac and you of course, had the brilliant idea of taking him into the ocean for a dip considering it was extremely hot out. Shawn pulled out his phone, posting it on Snapchat, and the second Isaac’s hands hit the cold water, tears sprung from his eyes. You instantly pulled him away, the both of you laughing at his misery - Shawn capturing the whole thing on video and posting it, tons of people watching it in seconds.

“That wasn’t a good idea, babe.” He crinkles his nose and laughs. “What do you mean?” You laugh. “You thought it was a great idea until he started crying!”

 "Come on bud, I’m sorry Mommy is so mean.“ Shawn says in a baby voice, taking Isaac from you and walking back towards your towels.

 You shake your head and walk towards them, setting yourself down in the sun, flipping over on your stomach. Shawn had managed to bring out some baby toys, blowing the ones off that had been covered in sand.

"Shawn?” You ask as his caramel eyes look at you. God, you still had no idea how you ever got so lucky. “Can you please put some sunscreen on my back?”

Shawn nodded, taking the orange tube from your tote and squeezing some of the white substance into the palm of his hands. He rubbed his hands together slightly before spreading the liquid on the surface of your back.

 "You know babe, you’re killing me in that bikini. You have no idea how hot you are.“ He kisses the side of your face, making you giggle.

"You know I could say the same about you, mister. I mean, damn.” You tell him, taking in his shirtless torso, the definition of his muscles practically bringing tears to your eyes.

You were actually slightly uncertain about him doing the Flaunt Magazine shoot because you knew everyone was going to see him the way you did. If you were jealous, maybe, but you knew it wasn’t up to you. You knew when you started dating, you were going to have to share him with tons of girls from all over the world, but he always made you remember that you were the only girl for him.

Spending a good four hours at the beach, you three were getting a little restless - especially Isaac. He was getting extremely fussy and you knew he was probably hungry. Shawn had also noted that his stomach was starting to growl, so you packed everything up and put it in the car, you looking online to see if you could find any good places to grab some food close by.

Isaac made an angry squealing noise in the backseat and you knew he couldn’t wait until you found an actual restaurant so you could all eat. You notice Shawn pull over to the side of the road, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out, opening the back of the car. You reach back and tug lightly on Isaac’s foot, trying to quiet him.

“Shh, baby, Daddy’s coming.” You say to him, in hopes of him settling down slightly.

“Y/N, my love, where is his bottle?” You hear him ask from the back and you respond, telling him exactly where it is. “Wait, stay like that!” Shawn exclaims and you don’t move, playing whatever dumb game he wanted to.

You quickly heard the snap of his camera and you look at him.

“I had to baby, you looked so hot in this light right now.” He smiles, shoving his phone into the pocket of his swim trunks - attending to your child right after.

“You act as if you’ve never said those words to me before.” You tell him, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know how often I’ve said it to you after you left tour, so I’m trying to make up for missing time.”

You roll your eyes and smirk, “I love you, cutie.”

He looks up from nursing Isaac in the backseat and smiles super wide. “I love you so much, you have no idea. Thank you for coming into my life, you smoking hot babe!”

You laugh as he leans forward, careful not to squish your son, and puckers his lips. You lean the rest of the way, your lips touching his in a tender kiss.

You really don’t know what you did to deserve Shawn.

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I hope you enjoyed this, anonymous! Thank you for requesting! :) fun fact: I had to rewrite this twice because I accidentally deleted it the first time, lol.
NCT U’s reaction to the members of NCT Dream checking out their girlfriends

Let me set the scene: It’s the day before the year’s first SM family concert in Tokyo and your group is currently practicing on stage for the upcoming performance. The venue is virtually empty, with the exception of a few staff and crew making last minute arrangements and the members of NCT Dream. Their practice slot is scheduled right after your group’s, and having only just debuted the company wants them to monitor and learn from the performances of senior artists. The members of NCT U had a practice session earlier in the day and have already returned to the hotel. However, your boyfriend and you have a date tonight, so after showering and resting up he’s returned to pick you up. (Except for little Markus who is also a member of NCT Dream and has returned for an extra practice session.) Noticing that he’s arrived a little earlier than expected and that your group still isn’t finished practicing, he decides to sit in the audience while he waits. Spotting the boys of NCT Dream he starts approaching them, when he stops dead in his tracks upon overhearing their conversation.

Taeil: “Y/N is sooooo gorgeous.” Renjun sighs.

“She’s your superior, show some respect.” Mark reminds him.

“For your information, I do respect her, a lot. I just wish she was my girlfriend is all.”

“You know she’s dating Taeil hyung, right?”

“Yeah, but he’s so awkward.”

“And you’re not?” Mark questions.

“I’m much smoother with the ladies than he’ll ever be. I don’t know if you guys have realize this yet, but I’m the main visual of this unit. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t have any screaming fangirls. I just know that if Y/N were to give me a chance, I could make her happy.”

Okay, what the hell is going on? Most guys would get confrontational, even if the person trying to steal their girlfriend away is still technically a child, but Taeil is at a literal loss for words. Renjun isn’t only trying to steal you away, he also apparently thinks Taeil’s a giant loser. He’s going to walk away as if he never heard anything, but from now on anytime Renjun is in the same room as you Taeil is going to cling onto you for dear life.

Taeyong: As he’s getting closer he hears Jisung whisper to Haechan. “Noona, is so pretty. Her hair is so silky, and her eyes are so bright, and she’s so, so, so super cute.”

“Jisung, she’s years older than you. She’s a woman. She’s not cute, she’s sexy.”

“Hyung, it’s inappropriate to talk about noona that way, but it is true. I’d love to go on a date with her, or at the very least get a hug from her. I bet she smells amazing. It would be like a dream come true.” Jisung keeps rambling on and on about how you’re his dream girl, his eyes never leaving you.

Taeyong is torn between giving him a lecture or simply pretending he never heard anything. Jisung is like a son to him, but then that would make you like his mother, and this is going down a path Taeyong does not feel comfortable going down. The little boy he practically raised, well mentored, is all grown up and daydreaming about his girlfriend. Taeyong decides to let it slide this time, but he makes it a priority to find Jisung a girlfriend of his own before he falls any further in love with you.

Doyoung: The closer Doyoung gets, the more he begins to realize that Jaemin is talking to himself. Thinking it’s hilarious, Doyoung keeps his presence a secret, and starts listening in on Jaemin’s conversation.

“I love you noona.” He says dreamily as he stares up at you. “If you chose me, I promise I’ll treat you like a princess and love you for the rest of my life. You’re so beautiful noona.”

Doyoung can’t believe his ears. “Hey, you little creep.” He shouts, pointing an accusing finger at Jaemin and grabbing the attention of everyone in the venue. “What do you think you’re doing trying to steal my girlfriend away? I take you under my wing, and this is how you repay me? Too bad for you, she isn’t interested in little perverts.”

The staff bursts into laughter as Doyoung jumps on stage and drags you as far away from the concert hall as physically possible. From now on Jaemin must stay at least three meters away from you at all times.

Ten: “You see that girl up on stage?” Chenle says pointing you out to Renjun.

“Yeah. Isn’t she dating Ten?”

“Well, yes, at least for now. I mean yeah he’s semi-famous since he’s debuted, but need I remind you that I’ve already released three solo albums; has Ten done that?”

“No, but aren’t you a little young for her?”

“Maybe at the moment, but I’ll become a man soon enough, and then we can be together.”

Ten marches right up to Chenle. “I overhead your little conversation. You’re going to steal my girlfriend away from me, dream on twerp. I was going to give you some advice, but I changed my mind. From now on you are no longer able to look at, speak to, or even so much as think about my girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”

Jaehyun: As he gets closer to the boys, he hears some pretty shocking things come out of Jeno’s mouth.

“You know Jaemin, I really love her.” Is he staring directly at you? Assuming it’s just a misunderstanding Jaehyun remains quiet.

“Jeno, come on. She’s dating Jaehyun. All the women in the world are pretty much tripping over themselves to get with him. You really think noona is going to leave him for you?”

“Maybe not yet, I’m still technically a minor, but I don’t have that much longer left. By the time I’m a fully fledged adult, Jaehyun will be an outdated old man, and I’ll be free to make my move.”

“You do realize he’s only three years older than you?”

“Don’t ruin my fantasy, Jaemin. I can already picture it. The two of us married with six kids.” Six kids? Jaehyun has officially lost his temper. He’s going to grab Jeno by the collar and drag him outside before making it very obvious to him that you are his girlfriend, and no one is going to stand in the way of that. So unless Jeno wants to get into an actual fight, he is never to speak to or even look at you again if he can help it.

Mark: “Damn Y/N’s so hot. If she was my girlfriend, I would totally f-” Before Haechan has a chance to finish his comment to Jisung, Mark cuts him off.

“Excuse me. If she was your girlfriend, you’d what? I suggest you shut up before I kick you out of the group.”

“You don’t even have that kind of authority.”

“I’m the leader of this unit, I have a lot more authority than you do. Plus she’s noona, not Y/N to you, and just so you know she isn’t interested in younger guys.”

“You’re only a year older than me, I doubt it’ll make a difference.”

“Unless you want to spend the next three months cleaning the dorm bathroom by yourself, it does make a difference, so sit down and shut up. Actually you know what, don’t sit down. I don’t want you checking out my girlfriend. Go run laps outside the venue. I’ll come get you when it’s time for our practice session.”  

(Sorry it took me so long to upload your request. Also I kind of rushed through it, so I apologize in advance for it feeling well rushed and for any errors I might have made.) 

Requested by @mrscalgabriel0

I flipped over in bed, burrowing myself deeper into my thick blanket. It was a cold night and even with flannel pj bottoms and a long sleeved shirt, I was still chilly.

Pounding on the front door had me jumping out of bed. Taking the gun from my nightstand, I made my way down the hall.

3 figures stood on my porch. 2 held each other while the other knocked rapidly.

“Y/N!”

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sugar daddy pool pt.2 (M)

bts member: jungkook x reader you

genre: angst / smut

M = mature contents read on your own risk

well, i was trying to take a break but after the bomb ‘’young forever “ jungkook was so damn hot and mature i didn’t deny my self from writing an imagination about jungkook who turned to his 30 ^^

summary: being jungkook’s sugar baby who was 30 years  old for a while doesn’t go to be easy for both of you it was a night that changed your damn life but does it do the same for him ……..

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part 1

part 2 :  

jungkook was standing in the airport his little sweet daughter is supposed to be here an hour ago but the plane wasn’t here yet he felt nervous and happy at the same time he didn’t see “Jeon Junghee” since 3 months it was in his last trip to USA 

seeing people coming out take him back from his thoughts he approaches the side searching for Annie and his sweetheart  but the woman coming now wasn’t his ex-wife she was for sure his daughter that little angel holding a pink bag and holding the new woman hand she was her but why the fuck Annie wasn’t here 

“junghee ya “ jungkook yelled dropping to his knees to receive a big sweet hug from the running coming little girl  “baby girl miss you he cuddled her with love and care “i promise i will be a good father sweetie and i will never let you go anyway “ 

“Appa why i’m here! my mommy i miss her she wasn’t in the plane i was scared appa, i want ice cream you said if i come to korea you buy me ice cream “ jungkook eyes were full of tears he kissed both her hands “sure baby sure i will get for you any thing you want don’t be scared appa is here ok “

“excuse me sir i’m Christine junghee’s nanny “

“ oh yeah hello, welcome to korea Miss i’m sorry i was really missing my daughter”

“hhhh no problem i see that sir “

“where is her mother jungkook asked begging for a strong reason to let the girl come here alone with a stranger he was holding his anger back this woman can’t leave him in peace near or far she is always a river of problem to him”

“ Mrs Annie gave me this letter she told me to give it to you when i arrive here 

jungkook take the shit of paper nervously and start reading

 { i’m sorry i know you will get mad because i didn’t accompanied her i’m too busy to come korea i was in my word i sent her to you you can take care of her i’m sure i know i wasn’t that good mother for your daughter but both of us know that a little girl needs her mom firstly !her nanny is a good girl she raised her from her first year so she knows every thing maybe better than me take care of her jungkook and good luck i forgot to tell you i’m supposed to marry again next month you can be the best father for our daughter good luck -ANNIE-}

jungkook squeezed the letter with his hand ‘that bitch she was always selfish she only carried about her self too busy to take and raise the daughter it’s really good if she get a nanny for her at least she didn’t abandon the little girl

let’s go now your grandpa is waiting for us 

on the way to jungkook’s home where he supposed to live always with his father mother and brother too but after his divorce he wanted to ge more freedom so he always go back to his condo but now his daughter needs a family she needs a normal life… in their way home Christine told him every thing when she gets up when she sleeps what kind of story likes the most what’s her favorite flavors and ice cream what books she started to learn how she always try to talk the hangul with her the way she will not find a problem in future communication so Annie was smart to bring her a girl who knows korean he smirked  and specially she told him about her dance lessons his daughter did lot of things jungkook felt so proud about his seed she is smart and pretty very pretty a sweet angel he tried to thank her nanny because really she is stunning she is even better of that bitch 

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“y/N take the order from the coming customers … y/N ah 

“huh oh yeah sorry i’m coming you finally put the cups of hot chocolate in their tables and go back behind the counter you start wiping the glasses but your head was storming thinking about last night and how you wake up this morning alone with a sweet note 

sorry i have urgent works i hated to let you alone you can stay here if you want  or please take your breakfast before living thanks for last night  kiss _

your mind was swinging between how sweet this man was and how so much money he put in your account with your half opened eyes the morning checking your phone you didn’t believe that you get that amount  you harried to wear your clothes it’s only then you noticed how big and stunning his bed room was you take all your belongings  then fix the bed passing by the hall way towards his kitchen you find juice and pancakes you just pick the glass and sip some juice you have to go fast when you finally reach the door you turned and throw a last stare there who said you will come back here again in his note he didn’t hint that he want to meet you again but it’s ok your mission was super successful 

you tried your best to stop thinking of him but he didn’t let you his scent is sticking with you

4 days later it was Saturday the weather was cool you was supposed to work after giving a dance class one of your sunbaenims knows about your state so she asked you to teach’ ballet’ for children in her center twice a week it was helpful you can’t deny 

arriving to the center you get a note that a new little girl is joining the group this day she was with a foreign woman but fortunately she can speak korean she told you that she started dancing when she was 3 years old so she was good she said that she is new here and how you have to  treat her actually you fall deeply for her she was stunning a small body and petite bunny face she was so fucking cute her smile was familiar but where !!! 

“ so your name is junghee ??” you asked tickling her cheek 

“yes and i like to dance are you my new teacher “

yeah i’m your teacher my name is y/N mind to show me your dance let me see what you get in america 

the morning class was funny this day you felt so happy the party in this center is soon so having such a brilliant cute girl like her in the center will be amazing your mind start drawing choreography’s pictures this girl was able to steal your heart in the early morning so you went to your part time job jumping and secretly laughing 

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Teahyung stand in the side starring to the gorgeous young woman coming award him taking by her father her dress was amazing the white suit his bride so damn pretty his heart was pumping up like a crazy one

jungkook who was sitiing next to his mother that was holding the cute little junghee in her lap was daydreaming so bad you didn’t leave his mind for a second since that night  and this feeling was the death for him he felt angry he even gazed taehyung who was busy kissing his bride with death stare because he is the responsible of this shit jungkook hated the feeling of dropping for an other girl he was having really enough but he couldn’t stop he wanted more than one night he wanted more for sure …

the wedding ceremony and reception were amazing the bride and groom looks satisfied and happy  jungkook was playing with junghee cheeks kissing her while she was laughing hard touching her dad’s face with her pale small fingers she was like a doll many girls were starring to him dying to be in her place but he never fucking care  

“jungkookie “ will you planning to stay more “his mom asked him

“you wanna go home omma ??

“yeah i really feel tired you know my back’s disease so i need to rest want you  i take her with me home “

“yeah it’s the better now because i have some works to do after come back mom please if i didn’t come this night try to read the last part of her fairy-tale before bed please “

“ i will give her milk too did you forget that i already raised two children son hhh” 

thank you mom you’re the best he turned his face to see his daughter who was busy touching his hair “ give dad a bog kiss before leaving “

“ommwwwwwah i love you appa good bye now i will go with my grandmother “ jungkook was really taken by her sweet words she is really smart she even understand his speech with his mom 

“emmm take care and be a good girl ok “

“ okay bye appa 

the married couple leave the palace of the party hall jungkook and teahyung exchanged stares it means we will talk late bro 

it’s 5 pm now it’s cool and warm it’s really crazy feeling this need again without giving a shit he really gives so he decided to call you but he remembered that he didn’t get your number that night “oh fuck “he didn’t have an other choice he sign up in the web side and send you a message hoping you reply soon or he will die with this need 

coming out exhausted from working the hall afternoon time you felt your phone vibration it must be a Facebook notification you decided to ignore it and continue walking to the bus station this day your mom role to be with yoonchae so you can go home and sleep your phone vibrates again while you are near to the station you didn’t believe your eyes it was him he said he wants to meet you now asking for a date he asked for your number though you didn’t hesitate for a second to reply him back he immediately call you seeing your screen showing a new number was nervous but you pick the call

“good evening i’m sorry for making you wait i just check my phone right now”

“ no problem happy you reply me sorry for forgetting ask for your number though can i meet you now 

“ well i need to go home first i was coming from my work i need to go change my outfits “

“no need just tell me where are you now…. please “

“i’m in the ninth bus station i’m in my way to go home i can meet you after 2 hours you know the distance i actually live in a normal area so far from yours

“ wait there i’m coming he hangs up the call you were so happy and nervous at the same time you didn’t believe that you will get a chance to meet him again it was only 20 minutes and you notice a black sporty car curbed where you were standing you were alone in the station your eyes connecting for seconds it was like both of you was memorizing the other’s face or just to take a warm look for a missing person you walked towards him and get into his car jungkook couldn’t take off his eyes this is was weird from a man who didn’t know you his stare was full of care!! no no you avoid this it’s lust only y/N only you smile he smiled back”i’m sorry if i come suddenly i should tell you before but i felt the need to meet you “

“it’s really ok “ he turned his face starring to the road running the engine and fly 

“mind to tell me our direction “

“i said we could have a date emm so i will take you for dinner i hope you will like the french food they do there “

“ well i didn’t try it before it will be a good chance thank you “

“he smirked 

you take a look for his outfits he was really charismatic and classy his black suit and his amazing hair style he must be in an important occasion you suddenly look to your clothes a jean short and a white top how the fuck you will be standing beside him this will never work 

“i’m sorry jungkook i actually don’t wear the suitable outfits for this dinner date i told you to let me go home” you murmured and he giggled “don’t worry sweetheart i ‘ll fix this 

his car stopped in an unknown area for you  it was like a beauty center or design something like that he asked you to get out he did too leading the way to the inside where an old chic woman is standing to welcome the coming man “oh jungkookie my sweetheart welcome it’s really amazing to see you here by your self 

“ thank you how have you been “

“i’m ok who’s this gorgeous she asked while look at you, you step award and say hi timidly it was really cool to hear that you’re gorgeous from such an elegant woman like this 

“ antie she is  special  her name is y/N can you please fix her we have a dinner date now i’m responsible i grabbed her to come fast so i need to fix it he was talking smoothly her hands went like charm in your arm taking you in an other hall where there is many fitting rooms the hall way was full of dress; that dresses that you could never get a one of them even in dream 

she asked you to stay there and coming back with a girl holding 3 dresses 

“emmm let me see you have such a bright skin and black hair this is the  most suitable colors to you” the first was black it was tube and middle thigh lentgh it was amazing but it was more for a wedding ceremony

the second was red you didn’t want to wear it you pretend that you hate red it will be awkward wearing same color again though the third dress was fabulous it was made by a satin silky fabric long sleeves made by a lace fabric    surrounding the chest too with a small pieces of glitters it has a short fairy skirt without a single doubt it was made to fit you you looked gorgeous and glamorous the woman shouted when she saw you “oh gosh you’re prettier than me when i was in your age hhhhhhhh “ she made you laugh with her putting a silver high heels and some rings taking a sweet little purse was completely ok now “

“but you can’t go without a magical touch “

“what do you mean Madame??”

“ come here she leads you to the make up room where she take the responsibility to do it for you she didn’t put that much only some blush mascara and lipstick “emmm i need to fix your hair how about to do a side braid with your hair

 time goes “ we’re done let’s go now i think my nephew is out of mind men hates waiting she giggled you felt nervous when your feet approche the first hall where he was standing his back leading on the white coach

“ i did my best this is yours now my work is done have a good night sweetheart “

“jungkook didn’t reply her he was taken by the girl who is standing not too far from his sight it’s not like you weren’t beautiful before but he was sure you are prettier now and maybe you will be every day he smirked holding his feeling “let’s go “

“wait this for her” she was holding a white coat she gave it to you and disappear in the big design room you wear the coat while walking to the car the way to the restaurant was so calm jungkook was driving silently it scared you you take your phone it was 7 pm your mom must leave home to the hospital now you begged that your sister will bear more until you can get the amount for her surgery  we’re here he said leaving the car to open your door and helping you to take off your coat when you entered the restaurant 

every thing was amazing you tried your best to not go into private topics just talking about general things but every thing about him was inviting  “did you enjoy the dishes “

“oh yeah i was scared in the beginning but i think it was superb thank you for tonight”

“ i was planning to call you before but i swear i was so damn busy i just take this weekend off because of my best friend’s wedding

“oh i see congratulation  to him “

“thank you he smirked he was lucky he get a pearl after all his waiting 

“ it’s a big responsibility; marriage i mean “

“ yeah we have to choose correctly our partner “

“you said that from your own experience i think “

“emm i loved her so much but she didn’t deserve any thing she was not for me even i get a great gift i let her go i hate her so bad now it was a mistake and i fix it”

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to ..

“it’s ok baby i’m done with that don’t worry let’s go out now do you mind to join me into a long ride “

“my pleasure he holds your waist tightly pressing it it was really amazing what is happening now breathing the chilly breeze coming from the window while the car is rolling the road who is coming to be less crowded than before the phone call ruined your mood your heart start shaking when your mom name appeared on the screen she told you that your sister passed by a crises and her surgery couldn’t be so far any more your mom was crying you hung up with shaking hands jungkook wasn’t that fool to avoid that “is every thing ok “

you hold your tears taking a breath “i know i don’t suppose to say that right now but i need to go please stop the car i swear you can do what you want with me later but i need to go now my sister is in the hospital “

“is she ok !! “

in labor” you lied 

“ no need to be sorry let me take you there it will be faster you accept his offer he is right also your shaking feet will never can bring you there before three hours “why you’re nervous she will be ok after giving birth  you must be happy “

“huh oh yeah it’s her first that’s why she must be in pain jungkook of course used his map to find the hospital he didn’t go there before you were in your way to jump off the car when he putted bills in your hands this is for you,you stare at his eyes i’m so sorry “

“it’s ok i just ask for a date tonight not for sex so go on we still have time right ”

“ you run and run quickly whitout seeing jungkook who was walking behind you

“where can i find my sister now you finally start crying speaking to the receptionist nurse  that she already know you she see you usually here “she is ok now don’t worry Miss kim” 

“where is yoonchae don’t lie to me “

the doctor is seeing her now all i can said that you need to pay for her surgery 

“i will i almost have a big portion you took you phone telling here giving her to check the amount in your account this can help you to pay the debt and can just pull of a part of the surgery price i’m sorry you already know all of that 

“ take this too you gave her the bills it was not enough you know but you need to  make her know that you aren’t lying about paying the surgery you only need time why the fuck they don’t save her first isn’t a human who need to live happily “

“please let me see her doctor “

“ the doctor hasn’t got any choice too i’m sorry the only thing is to pay then we can start her surgery she was talking as youalready have the money and hide it !! your tears were heartbreaking for the man who was watching what is happening there he felt sorry actually he put an imaginary amount on your account for a one night stand but he felt sorry why the fuck he didn’t put more maybe you can pay this surgery watching you hurrying to the second corridor to find your sister jungkook approaches the reception where behind sit the nurse “excuse me can i know about Miss kim condition i mean the patient here not y/N i’m their friend “

“ she is in bad condition she need the kidney implantation as soon as possible jungkook now seems to understand many things 

“ just tell the doctor to do it tomorrow “

“what??”

“ take my card i think you can find here more than this shits worth jungkook pay the owing amount and tell her to keep his name private he has the right then he take his steps back calling his cousin he was a doctor in the “Myong clinic” he asked his help to make sure about this surgery even it wasn’t the same hospital  he sure knows the surgeons 

seeing your sister laying peacefully was the big relief now your mom told you to go home because she refused to go and it’s only one person can stay going back in the reception hall you find the doctor “Miss kim we will do the surgery tomorrow at 10   we can’t wait more you can go back now her condition is stable “

“because you were very glad you forget to ask him about how he changed his mind who cares now 

it was a relief now you can go rest peacefully you take a look to your gorgeous look and heels why the fuck you didn’t get a chance to be with jungkook tonight you need someone who help you discharging stress and sadness  pushing the front door and came out your eyes didn’t believe it was him standing out of his car “why you still here “

“ i thought you will be out in any times after seeing your sister is she ok 

“oh yeah she is i need to go home now my mom is there  thank you for asking me you rubbed his arm softly you felt the need to be kissed now it will be amazing if you get a chance to be with him again jungkook pulled you near to drop in his torso while his back was supported by the car “what about go to my apartment i think you need a special treatment tonight princess it wasn’t that much hard to start the kiss you needed to do this dropping all the troubles from your shoulders for a while wasn’t bad he already bring you closer smooching your cherry lips biting it with hunger “thanks god i stay here to wait for you it worth it you know he said rubbing your back you buried your head in his neck and wrapping his neck by arms you pressed your body into his torso you know he is not a boy friend to reassure you he was a man searching for his own pleasure but you couldn’t believe that the way he hugged you back was as tender as fuck 

“i think we should bring this to somewhere else he said helping you to go into his car the way wasn’t too long maybe because you felt nervous you feel the time is running faster than usual but it was really his condo again jungkook take off his shoes and coat and take your hand he leads the way to his well equipped kitchen “ your throat was dry not because you are thirsty it was because seeing this man gulped some water in front of your eyes your hormones are going crazy tonight it’s really awkward you must be scared but the happy news you got really help you feel the ecstasy you want to drink something “ no i’m ok “ “sure he said killing the short distance your back pressed the cramped counter when he pressed his wet lips against yours you stand here completely at his mercy you can barely keep your balance when his tongue start circling with yours but he was totally taking control he holds your waist tightly the way you felt the fabric of his suit jacket is so damn velvet  jungkook lift you up to sit on the counter he can easily find a way to touch your top body by his lips while his hands didn’t stop squeezing your ass he unzipped your dress from the back and pull it off where he can see your lace bra holding perky fruit grabs you lost all train of thoughts when he start putting butterflies kisses in your sensitive exposed skin you completely turned on you feel so horny just by kissing him your core was creaming you needed more than kisses you need him to fuck you senseless just to forget your messy life your fingers grabbed his hair and massaged his neck from the back your sweet action pleased  him he lifts you up to his waist and walked to the nearest sofa not even to his bed room you grinned when you saw his torso again you was thinking you will never get this chance again both of you laid down on the sofa kissing roughly hot your lips will be swollen tomorrow for sure but you don’t fucking care it was good so damn good your chest was rises and falls hardly when you see him start attacking your thighs and inner thigh though you moaned “oh jungkook “

“ do you like daddy’s touch babe “

“ please fuck me now you said shameless moaning his name was so damn good for jungkook to hear he was already turned on but he didn’t want to make you wait more something told him to treat you well he hovered around your body and positioned him self between your legs his thrusts were not hard he fucked you as he was making love you felt that care and it feels so damn good his rhythm increase both of you were moaning in each others lips  “i’m close “

you pressed your fingers in his back “you’re so tight babe but beautiful his words hit your mind you felt your juice is mixing with his own but he can’t oh no please pull it down it was the last thing you want to get pregnant from a fuck buddy 

laying down on his lap was really satisfying “why you were so gentle with me i thought you enjoy being rough “

“ you didn’t like soft and gentle i saw you so fuzzy tonight i didn’t want to be hard he said playing with a part of your hair we are supposed to take care of each other moral right “

“ yeah i like it so much you are good “

“just good “

“i mean amazing in bed ”but you prefer rough and hard he said cutting you “you ask for it baby come here 

“jungkook what are you doing he lifts you up and heads to his bed room “we needs round two don’t beg me to stop because i’ll never do before heard you scream till the coming morning

 the next morning you tried to move your legs waaah you can move them after really last night you bet if you can walk a couple of meters after that hard passionate sex  “jungkook” was deeply sleeping he was like an angel his chest was naked he must be cold you lift the blanket to cover him it was 6 am early to wake up but you need to go your hands dropped the blanket but suddenly his hand catch it snatching you to drop on his chest where are you going sweetheart “nowhere i can stay an extra time for you “

“this is what i want cuddle me i want to sleep more he said lazily but funnily too you felt your heart beat increase touching his bare skin  it was white and soft but in a beautiful way manly you felt the need to kiss him a morning kiss but you can’t do this things with him oh god not him “ this war of thoughts was so damn tiresome you felt sleepy again but you endure the desire you need to go home get changing and heads to the hospital “i’m sorry jungkook i need to go 

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the surgery last more than 4 hours the nurse who was going in told you that she will be ok because there are the best surgeon there you didn’t understand her you thought she only talks about one of her ordinary stuff colleagues because you didn’t get any idea what jungkook did last night after a while of pressure the doctor comes out talking with you and your mother “ we did our best i hope she can accept the implantation we need to keep her here more because her immunity system is weak “

“can we see her please “

“ oh yeah after the nurse does her work bringing her back to post operative unit

she was sleeping deeply like an angel finally she can be able to live normally ….

see you next update ^^

Help me practice pt. 8

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 2184

Warnings: SMUT, kissing, biting, neck kissing, dry humping, orgasms, possessiveness, interrupting Charlie, fluff, teasing

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

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You were still smiling from ear to ear, when Dean unlocked Baby and you both climbed in, before he turned her on and drove off, heading towards the movies.

“Okay, turn here!” You pointed to a small road, which everyone knew brought nowhere, and Dean glanced at you, confusion painting his features.

“What? Why?” You patted his leg and he did as you’d told him, and not even five minutes later, you told him to stop the car, “I thought you wanted to go to the movies…”

You turned around to face him and smirked, “Ehm, don’t tell Bobby, okay? But that was just to get out of the house” Again, he raised his eyebrow at you in confusion.

“I don’t know…I thought you’d want me to, you know, make you-uh, make you feel g-good like you did for me…” You trailed off, averting your gaze as you felt your whole body heat up from embarrassment.

“Oh!” You felt his hand under your chin, lifting it up until you locked your (e/c) eyes back on his, “I would love that, babe!” You didn’t know when he’d started to use that pet name for you, but you were rapidly growing fond of it.

Before you could add anything else, his lips touched your own, and he brought one of his hand to settle on your lower back as the other one tangled back in your hair.

Your lips molded together as you shifted to get a more comfortable angle to kiss at, ending with him pulling you straddle his hips, which you immediately did.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you moaned lightly when his hard member rubbed against you again, awakening the warmth and need you’d felt earlier.

Dean brought both his hands on your waist, and kept them there for a while, before he slowly and carefully placed them on your ass, testing the waters and gauging your reaction.

He kept his touch light on your butt, at least until you pushed back against his hands, and he groaned squeezing each ass cheek as you arched your back, moaning in the process.

You felt him kneading your jean-covered flesh in his big, strong hands; the action causing you to rub harder on his clothed crotch, making him hiss and bite on your lip.

He straightened himself to get a better hold on you, and realized that the wheel was kind of confining your movements, so he stopped for a moment to get a better position.

His green, lust-blown eyes met your own again, and he smiled up at you, making your heart skip a beat in the process, “What? Wanna stop?”

He slid across the bench seat, with you still locked in his embrace and then shook his head, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart, just wanna get comfortable”

Dean flashed you a cheeky smile, accompanying it with a wink, and you felt your inside turn with excitement before you pressed your lips to his jaw, taking your time to nip at his skin and tease him like he’d done to you.

He let his eyes look down at where his hands were groping your ass and smirked, giving it another squeeze and loving the way you whimpered and pressed closer to him.

Growing more frustrated, Dean ducked his head and captured your lips in another bruising kiss, biting and sucking at your bottom lip, as you dug your nails in his shoulders.

You pulled back teasingly, and he groaned but let you take the lead, deciding to enjoy the nice view of you straddling him.

Your hands moved along his shoulders and followed his firm muscles until you reached his biceps; the form fitting t-shirt doing nothing to hide how extremely well built he was.

He watched you with a smug grin on his lips; he remembered when Charlie and Jo’d forced you, at a game of truth or dare, to admit how much you liked his toned body.

Noticing his cocky grin, you decided to wipe it away. You kept eye contact and rolled your hips on his, watching as his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and he bit on his lower lip; hands tightening their hold on you.

You couldn’t stop the moan that tore itself past your lips, as you felt amazing pressure on your still sensitive core, but you willed yourself to keep focused on Dean.

Your hands gripped his biceps tightly, helping you keep steady as you rubbed yourself harder up and down Dean’s crotch. His head lulled back against the seat, baring his neck to you.

You watched him as he groaned and swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob, and you leant down, pressing your lips to his throat, gently nipping at it, “God, (Y/n)!”

Heat rushed down to your core when you heard him groan your name like that, and you looked up at him though your lashes, “Is that good? Am I doing it right?”

Dean nodded, his hands going to your hips to help you with your actions, “Hell yeah, it’s-it’s…damn it, you’re awesome, baby”

He opened his green eyes, and locked them on yours, just to shut them back again, “Fuck, don’t l-look…at me like that, (Y/n)!” You raised your eyebrow, sitting back straight.

“Like…what?” You slowed down your actions, and Dean bit down on his lip, opening his eyes again to look at you, “Like you-Never mind, come here!”

He took your face in his hands, and crashed your lips together, growling deep in his chest as you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

His tongue pushed back inside your mouth, stroking your own and making you completely forget about anything else.

Your hips slowed down again, and Dean brought his hands back on them to spur you on, “C'mon, baby, keep going” You nodded breathlessly, while he kissed and licked his way down to your neck.

You shuddered and whimpered when he bit back on your pulse point, and you felt him smirk against your skin, before he pulled your it between his lips and lightly sucked on it.

His hands slipped under your t-shirt, caressing your sides; his rough skin feeling amazing on your soft and smooth one.

“You’re gorgeous, (Y/n), could do this all day long!” You smiled, threading your fingers though his dirty-blonde hair, as you tried to keep up your pace and bring your breathing under control.

He snaked his hands up your torso, until they were gently cupping your bra-covered breasts, and you moaned; pushing your chest further into his grasp.

Dean growled at that, and pinched your hard nipples, feeling himself about to explode, but holding back as he wanted to, at least, come along with you.

“(Y/n), I need you to do it again, sweetheart! F-fuck, I need y-you to come for me one m-more time, baby. You think you can do that?”

You bit on your lip, nodding your head as you brought one hand on his shoulder for some kind of leverage, “‘Course you can, that’s my girl!”

That was all you needed; he just had to groan in your ear that you were his girl, and you were shuddering and moaning on top of him, the muscles of your legs spasming uncontrollably.

“Son-of-a…f-fuuuck!” You opened your eyes to find Dean harshly biting on his bottom lip; eyes screwed shut and hands gripping tightly your thighs, as he bucked his hips up against yours.

He slowed down once you’d both ridden out your highs, and loosened his hold on you, opening his eyes and locking them on your (e/c) ones.

There was a lazy smile etched on his swollen lips; a smile you were sure resembled your own. He leant up, and touched your forehead with his, nudging your nose before brushing his lips on yours.

You let out a contented sigh, closing your eyes for a second, “Well, that was-” He cut you off before you could finish, pecking your lips again, “Amazing, I know!”

You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck, as he brushed his fingers though your hair, “Actually, I was gonna say intense, but amazing works too”

You stayed like that for a few moments, just enjoying being in each other’s embrace, before he climbed out of the car to retrieve a pair of sweats from his gym bag and change out of his jeans.

Once he was done, he took you to a park where you used to spend most of your time when you were little, and you sat there, star-gazing, until it was time for you to get back home.

Dean drove you back, pulling you to him in a tight hug and kissing your forehead berofe wishing you a goodnight and leaving; a huge smile plastered on both your faces.

The two following days, you ditched school, with Bobby’s approval of course. You’d told him you needed to relax a little, and he’d agreed to let you skip two days, but the deal said only two days.

Kissing Bobby goodbye, you grabbed your rucksack and your jacket, making your way out since Dean was already waiting for you, “I know, I’m sorry for being late, guys!”

You turn around to smile at the Winchester brothers, “Heya, sweetheart” You felt heat rising up to your cheeks, as you locked eyes with Dean, “Hi, Dean”

You stared at one another for a moment, before the younger Winchester spoke up, “Ew! You know I’m still here, right, guys?” You averted your gaze, as Dean huffed in annoyance.

“Shut up, bitch!” He turned on the car, and started driving, “Jerk!” You slapped Dean’s arm, and he glanced at you, “How many times did I tell you to stop calling Sammy like that?”

“You should be on my side, (Y/n)” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Hah! Says who?” A miscevious smirk tugged at his lips, “Well, me” He turned and flashed you a wink.

“Besides, I never heard you telling him to stop calling me ‘jerk’! ” Sam chuckled, and you turned to look at him, “Yeah, cause Sammy’s right, you are a jerk”

You and the hazel-eyed Winchester burst out laughing, as Dean pouted, mumbling something under his breath. You dropped off Sam, and then reached your college, but decided to sit in Baby for a few minutes, until you had to go to classes.

“So, how you doing, sweetheart?” You turned to stare at Dean from where you were typing away a text to Charlie, and smiled, “I’m fine, thanks…ehm, you?”

“Oh, I’m great, but I gotta admit I really, really missed you these last two days” Your cheeks reddened, and you chuckled, trying to play it off, “We’ve texted 24/7, Dean”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same as having you next to me” There was a wolfish grin on his face, and you pushed him away before climbing out of the car, as he chuckled.

“You’re such an idjit!” He jogged to reach you, and snaked his arms around your middle, hugging you from behind, “And you’re such a cutie when you blush for me!”

Dean pressed a kiss to your neck, and you shuddered, feeling him smirk against your skin. Pushing him off of you, you turned to stick your tongue out at him and proceeded to go to your first class, which just so happened to be physics.

You sat at your usual seat, and your eyes immediately fell on Dave, who you noticed was sporting a nice, purplish bruise on his cheekbone, and you guessed Dean had something to do with it.

The lesson started, but you couldn’t focus on what your professor was saying, and you were glad that he didn’t ask you anything. As soon as it was over, you grabbed your stuff and left the class.

You spotted Dean leaning against his locker, talking to a friend and walked towards him, “Dean?” He locked eyes on your moving figure and smiled, “Hey, missing me already, princess?”

His friend noticed the exchange between the two of you, and left after mumbling a quick goodbye, “You wish, don’t you? Wanted to ask you if you knew what happened to Dave”

The cocky smirk that was on his lips faltered for barely a second and he tensed, before slowly shaking his head, “Nope, no idea. Must’ve pissed someone off”

He shrugged his shoulders, and you shook your head smiling at him, before you leant on your tiptoes and pecked his cheek, moving to whisper in his ear, “Yeah, I bet. Thanks, Dean!”

A huge smile spread on his lips, and he sent you a wink when you pulled away to look at him; he opened his mouth to tell you something, but Charlie cut you off, “(Y/n), we gotta plan our pyjama party for tonight, you got a second?”

“Hey, Dean, how are you? Oh, I’m fine, Charlie, thank you for asking!” She turned and grinned at Dean, punching his shoulder affectionately, before she dragged you away, “I’ll see you later, Dean, okay?” He nodded and you disappeared with Charlie.

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Originally posted by grumpycatdixon

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x reader

Words: 1984 

Warnings: Mechanic AU, slight language, flirting

      She looked down at the estimate in her hands and her eyes went wide. It was going to be how much to have her belts replaced in her car. She could buy them herself and have her grandpa teach her how to put them in, but he lived a hundred miles away. The mechanic that handed her this estimate was going on and on about other things wrong with her car, but this was ridiculous.

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Request: Good enough

Request: Can you write a imagine where y/n is a childhood friend of Jax and Op and she’s close to Tig and she’s always here for him. One day, he discovers that she has a eating disorder, she thinks she’s fat, she doesn’t eat a lot and he tries to help her. She agrees for him to help her but she doesn’t want the club to know, so he helps her without telling anyone and it ends with him telling her he loves her? 

Tiggy 💕

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of self hate, eating disorder.

Originally posted by missgreeene

They were your childhood friends, but that didn’t mean they were there for you all the time and things were perfect. You grew up with Jax and Opie around the clubhouse, your father being one of the First 9, but it came a time when you were all alone.

Opie was in prison and Jax was being an asshole after Tara leave him, so you were drinking all alone at the clubhouse with only Tig Trager to keep you company. Well, he was a great guy, a handsome man too and you started to get closer, talking about your shitty lives and laughing together after a lot of booze.

Now, Opie was back, Tara was back, but things were getting even more complicated for the club, problems coming. Plus, you weren’t feeling good at all. You didn’t know how to explain, but all that pressure lately was taking your best. Gemma needed you more than ever and being around the club wasn’t that funny anymore.

You were growing this self hate inside, avoiding the mirror every morning and hating the perfect skinny girls that passed you by. You started to eat less and less, losing appetite, not even Bobby’s banana muffins, your favorites, were appealing anymore. One day they were smelling so good that you ate a couple and immediately felt bad, running to the toilet to throw up.

You had been living that hell for months now, losing weight, but still thinking it wasn’t enough. The boys were busy, taking long runs frequently, so you weren’t seeing anyone that much, focusing on your job and in helping Gemma when she needed.

That weekend, she needed your help to organize a party at the clubhouse, to welcome another charter, visiting them. The boys were coming with them back from a long run and you had been walking up and down the clubhouse all day long. You were feeling tired, hungry, but didn’t want to eat. You walked to the kitchen and drunk a glass of water, resting against the sink. Tig walked in and smiled, kissing your forehead before opening the cupboard.

“Hello gorgeous”, he said and started to eat chips, filling his mouth. You didn’t realize you were looking at him until he swallow and speak, “Want some?”

“No”, you shook your head and turned to leave. Soon, you heard his boots following you and sighed, “Tiggy?”

“Something is wrong”, he said as you turned around, “I’m not stupid. You hadn’t been eating much, refusing food… You lost weight”

“A little”, you crossed your arms and closed your eyes.

“No”, he walked to you and gripped your hips, “You are losing your delicious curves”

You blushed, shoved his hand away and ignored him. Tig was still following you, even when you entered in Clay’s office.” What do you want?”, you sighed.

“I’m your friend, more than Jax and Opie”, he said, “Tell me what is wrong doll, I can help”

You stared at him considering your options. You didn’t want to tell him, but you were tired of feeling down, hungry, bad about yourself. He would tell the club and you didn’t want that. However, he was right, Tig was you closest friend there, you liked him a little more than a friend, actually.

“Fine”, you sighed, “But it stays just between us”

“I promise. Whatever it is… It’s safe with me”, he took a step forward, holding out his hands waiting for yours.

“All these problems, all this pressure… It triggered something”, you looked down, “I’m feeling bad, not good enough, Tiggy. I’m not looking good, I’m fat, I’m…”

“Enough baby girl, enough”, he pulled you to his chest, “You shouldn’t be feeling like this. You are gorgeous, those curves are perfect and you are so good, kind to everybody, patient with me”

“I don’t know what is wrong with me”, you whined, hiding your face on his chest.

“There is nothing wrong with you, absolutely nothing”, he cupped your face, “Let me help you. It will be our secret and I will prove to you girl, you are precious, such a good person”

“Okay”, you nodded and he smiled, kissing your temple. Tig took your hand and you left the office, walking to the kitchen where he promised you would make a sandwich together.

Only Tig, watching you close, kept you from faint that day. The lunch made you feel better, but you still wanted to throw up. Tig wouldn’t let you do that and soon started to take care of you, taking you to the doctor, supporting groups and making you eat. You were closer than ever and you found yourself wanting his company all the time.

He was at the picnic table, smoking while you talked. It was a nice day, the kids were playing and people were having a good time at the clubhouse. Bobby was in the kitchen and the banana muffins were ready, him walking around offering it to everybody.

“Your favorite, gorgeous”, he smiled at you.

“Thanks Bobby”, you took a muffin and ate it, smiling. Bobby went back inside, leaving you and Tig alone. You notice him staring at you eating, “Want some?”

“No”, he grinned, “I’m glad you had been eating more, doll. You are better”

“Thanks to your help”, you blushed, taking another bite of the bread. You took a bit and put on Tig’s mouth. He ate it, his lips and tongue lingering over your fingers. You sucked a breath and he noticed. You looked down, but he immediately held you chin, pecking your lips.

“Don’t hide those eyes from me”, he whispered. You looked at him through your eyelashes and Tig groaned, “Damn! You are so fucking gorgeous. Have I told you that?”

“Every day”, you whispered, blushing even more.

“Yeah, that is true”, he smiled, “You are so beautiful and I’m so jealous. I can’t even think about another man touching you”

“Tiggy…”, you said, but he cut you off, smashing his lips on yours. His kiss was demanding, contrasting with his sweetness towards you all the time. It was good, making you shudder.

“I love you”, his lips brushed yours as he talked and didn’t give you time to answer, kissing you again. You pushed him away, making Tig raise an eyebrow.

“These are such powerful words Tiggy, don’t throw them on the wind”, you shook your head.

“I’m not”, he made you look at him again, “I mean it. I had known you for so long and always admired you girl. You are my best friend, you never turned you back on me. It takes a lot of courage, nobody can do the same for me”

“You are not that bad, Tig”, you said.

“You showed me that”, he smiled, “Let me love you girl, show you how good life can be, how good we can be together”

You bit your lip and looked at his. You liked him, you couldn’t deny that, but that was a big step for you. Tig had been there for you all this time, helping and he didn’t need to show anything else, you knew how life with him could be. You smiled and kissed him, making him hold you close.

“I love you too”, you said as his arms tightened around you, feeling all your curves and he kissed you again.

Forbidden Fruit (Ch. 1)

Step Brother Series

A Dylan O'Brien fan fiction

A/N: Hello guys I’m back from hiatus and starting a new series. It was a random idea that came to mind while I was at work and I decided to bring it to life. I have loads of chapters planned and a lot of twists and turns. Also smut in the future so leave feedback if you want me to continue and if you like the first chapter. ❤ (Posted from Mobile)


Chapter 1

What was supposed to be the best summer of my life turned out to be the worst. Instead of spending time with my best friends I have been packing up to move all the way to California. All thanks to Patrick. My mom’s new boyfriend. He seems like a nice guy when I met him but I hate the fact I have to switch schools. Oh and to top it all off he has a son who I know can’t be thrilled about a woman and her daughter living in his house. 
“Sweetie please tell me you loaded the last few boxes in the truck. We have to hit the road by 5!” My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I was standing in my now empty room staring at the barren walls already missing my once called home. 
“Yeah mom I’m coming just grabbing my purse and jacket.” I replied. We both exited the old house, hopped in the uhaul and started our journey. Driving from Salt Lake City down to Hermosa beach California was around a 10 hour drive. We stopped to eat a few times but didn’t rest anywhere. My mom was eager to make it to Patrick as quick as she could. 
“Oh Y/N I miss him so much. I can’t wait to finally be with him for good. His visits were never long enough. Are you sure you like him honey? Be honest.” My mom asked with a hint of worry in her voice. I know she really cares about this guy and as long as he’s good to her I am fine with it. 
“Yeah mom Pat’s nice. He has a cool job and he can cook really good so I like him. Plus he makes you smile a lot and I have never seen you so happy. I definitely approve. ” I gave her a huge grin and noticed she had tears brimming in her eyes. 
“That means the world to me Y/N. It really does.“ 
The last 3 hours were spent singing along to an old 80’s CD while laughing and munching on sunflower seeds. I couldn’t wait to make it to the beach and see the water. I hadn’t been to the ocean since I was a little girl so it was giving me motivation. I didn’t want my mom to think I was completely miserable. Finally the Welcome to California sign came into view and just a bit longer until we made it to the fancy neighborhood with huge houses. My mom had memorized the address and found the O'Brien’s home with no issues. 
"Yay we are home!” Mom said with a child like squeal. I smiled at her then jumped out of the vehicle to stretch my legs. Patrick came into view. He was almost jogging down the steps as mom ran to embrace him in a hug. They kissed for what felt like a century until I cleared my throat. 
“Oh I am so rude Hi Y/N! I hope the trip wasn’t too bad. How are you?” Patrick asked while patting my shoulder. 
“It was tiring but not as bad as I thought. I am just glad to move my legs around ” I replied. 
“Well on that note let’s start moving some stuff in. I’ll get Dylan to help us. You haven’t even met him yet? He loves your mom. Dylan! Come outside son and help these ladies with their stuff!” Patrick yelled into the door way. A boy came onto the porch. He was tall and had dark brown hair almost black that stood in a perfectly styled quiff. His skin was tanned from the California rays. A few moles adored his face. They were actually cute. His eyes warm like dark honey. 
“Dyl this Y/N. Marie’s daughter. She is going to be your new roommate. So grab some stuff and show her where she’ll be sleeping. ” Patrick instructed his son. He walked up onto the porch to join my mom. 
“Hello Y/N. Nice to finally meet you. Hmm I have to say you look different from what I had imagined.” Dylan said while giving me small smile and lifting a large box onto his shoulder. 
“Nice to meet you too. And I honestly pictured a bleach blonde surfer boy. So we both are guilty. ” I confessed. He laughed and shook his head. 
“Nah I couldn’t pull blonde off. And surfing isn’t really my thing. I prefer baseball. ” He said. 
“Well I used to play baseball as a kid back home so thats good we have something in common. But if you don’t mind me asking how did you picture me? I’m curious. ” I asked boldly. 
“I didn’t know you would be so damn pretty. ” Dylan said with a wink. He walked away to carry the box inside. My face flushed bright red and I had to take a second to process what he said. 
“Come on and I’ll show you room. ” Dylan yelled and I walked towards the house trying to regain my composure. I followed behind him up the stairs and down a long hall way. 
“So this is my room. If you ever need anything feel free to stop in. And yours is next to mine. ” He pushed the door open to reveal a huge room that had a day bed in the window. I was blown away. This whole place was so much bigger than the small house I had back home. 
“I love it. Such a gorgeous view. ” I said looking back at Dylan. He was grinning. 
“Yeah I know I’m fun to look at but the view out onto the beach is even better.” He replied smugly. I smacked his shoulder and laughed. 
“You are quite the cocky one aren’t you?” I said biting my lip. 
“Well only around really attractive girls. I have to make you blush some how. ” Dylan said touching my red hot cheeks. 
“Yes you are very good at that. Now stop it. Our parents will think something is wrong with us. You are kinda like my stepbrother now. Wouldn’t that be weird? ” I asked making the last part a whisper. 
“I don’t think so. We aren’t even related. Even if they do get married it doesn’t make us blood. But I do think they would flip their lids so I’ll lay off if you really want me to. ” Dylan said with a frown. His big brown puppy dogs eyes made my heart sink. 
“What if I don’t want you to?” My words were now low and seductive. Now it was his turn to blush. 
“Then I won’t. I’ll step it up a notch and see if you can handle it. ” He spoke in a whisper, his lips brushing against my ear. 
“Let the games begin. ” I said with my hand against the crotch of his pants. I brushed down gentely and noticed a quiet moan escpaed his lips. I giggled and started to walk away. He cleared his throat and spoke up.
“You win this round Y/n. But I will catch up though. Just wait.”

Ch. 2

That Damned Tattoo- DeanxReader

I wrote another one shot. I seriously love doing these. Gimme prompts guys! I have quite a few that I’ve already written for my own amusement that I’m trying to polish up to post.This is one of my favorites, because who doesn’t love a jealous Dean?

DeanxReader

Special Guest Appearance by the Ghostfacers!

-cussing

-heavy passionate kissing

-seriously long

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Dean placed his hand on your lower back and kissed the curve of your neck and trailed up to your mouth. Your fingers ran up his muscles and dug into him. He leaned you back onto the bed, releasing his lips from yours to pull your shirt up and over your head. He lingered his touch against your bare skin in awe. Again, he placed his mouth against your neck to breathe you in then continued gracing his lips against you.

“Dean…” you moaned.

“Dean.”

”Dean!” His eyes shot open as he woke up from falling asleep on the couch of the motel room. Standing above him, you plopped the manila folder full of the information you and Sam collected while he was in dreamland onto his chest then walked across the room to the bathroom. You had been working with the boys for years. They both became your best friends. The three of you could talk and joke around with each other for hours on end. At the same time, you and Sam were closer than you and Dean since both of you enjoyed lore and research. It was probably also because there was a sexual tension between you and Dean that made both of you a bit uncomfortable. Both of you felt it, but assumed the other didn’t. Sam caught on but never said anything to either of you. He almost enjoyed watching it play out. Secretly, he wished you’d just kiss already. You stepped out of Dean’s line of sight to use the mirror to take your hair down from the messy bun it was up in.

“Where’s Sam?” Dean sat up and moved uncomfortably as to hide the erection his dream caused him.

“Convenient store across the street for beer,” you called to him still pulling out bobby pins. “We think we found out what’s tying our spirit friend here and where to find it, but we have a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” You stepped back into Dean’s sight. Your hair fell curled, framing your face. He had to catch his breath at the sight of you. Again, he moved in attempt to hide the bulge forming in his jeans. You were completely oblivious to his struggle.

“We aren’t the only ones here looking for Ben Tibbet. Those damn Ghostfacer kids are here, Ed and… ah fuck, what’s his name? Harry? Plus the girl and the kid with the camera. Anyway, Sam and I saw them when we were leaving the library.”

While you spoke, Dean was able to distract himself from you by looking at the contents of the folder you gave him. You thought about how gorgeous his face was when his eyes concentrated. “Son of a bitch. You would think they would stop after that kid Corbett died.” He studied one of the papers then looked up at you. “A pocket watch? We’re looking for a pocket watch?”

“Yep.” You started to smile at him and his heart skipped. Just then, Sam entered with a 6 pack of beer.

“Did you tell him about our company?” Sam chuckled. He was pissed they were there too, but knowing how it would crawl under Dean’s skin was still comical to him.

“Yeah, I heard.” Dean said already annoyed at the thought of them. “Why don’t we talk about the case? A pocket watch. Where is the damn thing?” Dean was a little snappier than he intended to be with his brother. Sure he was annoyed with the amateurs exploiting the things you fought so hard to keep concealed, but he was also annoyed that Sam cut his time alone with you short and in truth you were too. It wasn’t his fault though and you both knew that. Sam sensed his brother’s urgency and attributed it to wanting to get the job done as quickly as possible.

“Ok well get this.” He pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards, resting his arms on the back. “We know that Ben Tibbet was cremated, so it’s not his bones, but, he has a memorial site in the old house’s backyard. It was built by his son, Gregory. A bench, a tree, some flowers and bushes… And, a cement podium with his dad’s watch encased in it.”

“So smash the podium, melt the watch, and we’re done.” Dean leaned back on the couch. “Sounds easy enough. We just got to avoid those fucking Hollywood wannabes.”

You sat on the other end of the couch opposite of Dean. He straightened up a little. You noticed but brushed it off. “Not that simple. Guess whose staying in the Tibbet Place.”

“Damnit, you’ve got to be kidding.”

Sam sighed. “I mean Dean it makes it harder, but not impossible. We just wait until they leave and go in, take the watch and take care of it.”

You yawned and stretched, your shirt pulling up a little to reveal a sliver of your stomach and the top half of the anti-possession tattoo that rested on your hipbone. Dean’s eyes trailed across your exposed skin. You relaxed then jumped up unaware of Dean’s eyes. “I’m gonna get a shower.” You patted his leg and ruffled Sam’s hair as you walked passed each of them. Once you were out of earshot in the bathroom, Sam looked at his brother.

“You’re drooling.”

“I… what?” Dean shook his head a bit and met Sam’s glance. The taller Winchester was smiling mockingly. “Was not.”

Sam let out a slight laugh. “Ha, sure.”

“Ok, so what’s the plan?” You and the boys were in the Impala parked outside the Tibbet Place. Through the windows, you could see the sorry excuse for hunters’ set up.

Sam started to answer when the girl, Maggie, pointed a camera towards the car and called out to the group. “Shit.” Dean got out of the car and Ed and Harry started their way across the drive, Spruce not far behind to record the encounter of course. You and Sam followed suit.

“Oh the Winchesters. What a pleasant surprise. Not.” Harry was trying to be intimidating which of course didn’t work. All three of the Ghostfacers then noticed you.

“If you want to talk about pleasant…” Spruce winked from behind his camera. You rolled your eyes.

Ed stood in front of you, mouth agape. “Hello,” he did a slight bow. “It’s very nice to make your acquaintance once again Y/N.” He held out his hand and you took it to shake only to be greeted by surprise when his lips met your skin. Dean got red with anger and jealousy. The last time you met them, Ed was completely infatuated with you. He shamelessly and awkwardly flirted with you every chance he got. It bothered you but at the same time it was nice to get some sincere affection instead of just being hit on by drunks at bars. Plus, the only time Dean ever seemed protective over you outside of a job was when you were being hit on.

“Alright, alright.” He moved between you and Ed which made him let go of you. “You need to pack up your crew and get the hell out of dodge.”

“What makes you think we’re going to do that?” Harry chimed in. He crossed his arms.

“I don’t know, because last time you put yourself in a situation like this you got someone killed.” Sam’s height alone was enough to make him much more intimidating than the Ghostfacers.

“We’re doing this in honor of Corbett. He would have wanted it.” As Harry retorted, Spruce angled his camera at your chest to capture the cleavage peaking the top of your shirt. You pushed the camera away.

“Turn that fucking thing off before I shove it up your ass.” Both Winchester laughed, Dean more to hide his disgust of them.

Unfortunately, the only way to get to the watch to gank the spirit was to play along with the Ghostfacers until one of you could get away without being noticed. Tibbet showed up a few times, trying to off someone but with the salt guns and iron rods, you and Dean were able to ward him off while Sam got the watch. Ed continuously flirted with you and professed his love. It was decided that playing along was the best strategy, causing your gruff hunting partner to grow increasingly enraged.

“Has anybody ever told you that you are the most beautiful creature to walk earth?” Dean rolled his eyes. You politely smiled. “No I mean it. Look at you.”

“Thank you Ed. That is very sweet.” You were getting annoyed too but didn’t want to ruin the plan. Sam would be back any minute.

“Come on.” Dean led the group to the door to the hallway. He held it open as the group walked through. First was Harry, then Maggie and Spruce. You followed him and Ed was close behind. As you walked through the door, Ed placed his hand on your hip, a fingertip touching your tattoo. You jumped at the feeling and before you could react, Dean had Ed pinned against the wall. His forearm was against Ed’s neck. “You keep your hands off her. You hear me? I will fucking rip your throat out with my bare hands.”

“Dean.” He ignored you.

“I said do you hear me?” He pushed his arm against him harder. You put your hand on Dean’s back, your touch causing him to drop his pressure on Ed.

“Yeah…I- I hear you…” Ed stammered out the door. Sam squeezed in passed him.

“What happened?”

Dean’s demeanor was still stiff and angry. “Nothing. You get it?”

Sam looked at you and you shrugged, slightly turned on, but confused. “Uh, yeah I got it. Let’s go burn the damn thing.”

Dean sparked a fire in the fireplace. Sam tossed the watch in and the three of you watched it disintegrate into the flames. You and the boys left the Ghostfacers, no objection to them.

In the car, Dean was silent. Sam kept turning around as if to ask you what his deal was but honestly, you had no answer. You would mouth ‘I don’t know’ and he’d glance back at his brother with concern. You got to the motel and Dean bee-lined to the room without a word still. Sam stopped short of the door. “I’m going to pick up some food. See if you can’t figure out what’s wrong with Grumpy.”

“Alright, I’ll try.”  You gave him a quick hug and opened the door. Dean was downing a fresh beer. “Dean what the hell was that back there with Ed?” He didn’t answer, just continued to drink the beer until there was none left. “Dean.” He opened another and took a swig. “Dean, hello? Answer me.”

He looked down and the bottle in his hands. “Couldn’t do it.” His gaze never met yours.

“Couldn’t do what Dean? What the hell is up with you?”

He was quiet for a long time but then looked up and locked eyes with you as he spat his words out with a hint of anger and hardened face. “Douchebags buying you drinks is one thing. Even flirting with you or talking about taking you home. Fine, I can deal with it because at the end of the day, I know where you’re gonna end up and who you’re gonna be leaving with.  But Ed…” He trailed off. You stood there in the shock of the moment. “When I saw his hand on you, on that damned tattoo, I broke. We’ve been working together for how long? How many times have I thought about MY hand grazing it? And this wannabe punk comes in and has the balls to put his hands on you right in front of me? Look, I’m sorry.” He started to turn away then turned back to again. “Actually no. I’m not sorry. I don’t regret it and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I’m done standing by and watching other sorry excuses for men trying to bed you. They don’t really care about you. Not like I do!”

You were at a loss for words. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you spoke the only word you could muster up. “Dean…”

He put his beer down and started advancing towards you slowly. His words softened to a more loving and gentle tone. “Y/N… I can’t do it anymore because as far as I’m concerned, you belong with me. I’m the one protecting you. I’m the one holding you up when you’re too drunk to walk. I’m the one making sure you’re as happy and as safe as possible in this life. I’m the one who can’t take my eyes off of you when you walk into a room.” At this point, he was right in front of you and placing his rough hands on your arms. “Y/N, I’m the one who loves you.” You looked into his emerald eyes as they looked into yours and down to your lips. Without a thought, he kissed you hard and passionately. Your lips danced together. Dean put his hand on the small of your back and pulled you against him just like he had in his dream earlier that day. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through the light brown hairs on the back of his neck. After a couple minutes of the fiery suppressed passion, you pulled away from his mouth but still held on to the closeness of the hug. You put your foreheads together and both of you matched grins.

“Dean, I love you too.” You kissed again, quicker this time as Sam walked in. Dean kept you close, not allowing you to escape his embrace simply because his kid brother had entered. You looked slightly embarrassed until Sam put the fast food bag on the table and started a slow clap.

“It’s about damn time!” He grinned wildly. “I was starting to think I’d have to tell you both myself.”

Both you and Dean looked at him and spoke at the same time. “Shut up!”