you know you loved rooming with him

Lessons in love

Author: @riversong-sam
Word Count: 138
Parings: Dean x Reader
Warnings: angst
A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated. More parts maybe?

“I don’t love you (y/n)” Dean shouted
You schooled your features into a mask of neutrality. To hide your hurt and betrayal.
“Alright.” You nodded and turned on your heels going to your bedroom. You waited long until Dean and Sam went to bed before moving your things to another room in the bunker. Making it appear that you left. You headed to the garage and moved your car out and hid it way off the beaten path so they couldn’t find it.
Texting Sam you let him know you were ok and safe before shutting down your cell. You’d wait until Dean got his stubborn head out of his ass to reveal you never left. You loved that man with all of your being. But it was time he learned a lesson in love the hard way.

anonymous asked:

76 or Reaper dealing with a succubus ;3

Soldier 76


He raised an eyebrow as you were suddenly there, staring at him. Your tail curled down into the room and flicked as you winked at him, making him suddenly flustered.

“How long have you been there?” he asked and you just walked in, hips swaying.

“Just long enough to see you finish,” you winked and he blushed, knowing he should have closed the window.

“Why are you here,” he asked, “You don’t seem interested in sex.”

Your heart was in your throat and you just tried to play it off that you weren’t interested in giving him a heart attack. Truthfully, you’d fallen in love with him and just wanted to spend time with him.

“Very well,” he leant back, “I’ve got ice cream if you want.”

You clapped your hands excitedly, walking over to sit next to him with the treat.

Reaper


He just groaned as he drifted in, you draped over his couch. He just opened the fridge, pulling out a beer and sitting on the couch after slapping your feet off of the cushions.

“You’re finally here,” you pouted and he just ignored you, “I was getting bored.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he growled and you slapped his chest playfully, making him grunt.

“Can’t I just come say hello?” you winked.

“As if you’d ever just say hi,” he said, “what do you want?”

“I told you,” you said, “I’m bored.”

“Go bother someone else,” he got up, “I’ve got work.”

You draped a hand over his chest, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, “So busy, maybe you should take a break.”

Meet me in my room - Part 4 (Sirius x reader)

Originally posted by one-more-kiss-dear

Meet me in my room-    Part 1       Part 2       Part 3

“I am single Sirius”, you tell him and see the relief in his eyes and because you do not know what else to say you lean towards him and kiss him. You kissed as if there were only you on this planet. As if this was the last thing you were able to do before dying. His lips are incredibly soft and you can feel his beard rubbing against your skin. His hands wander towards you hips and he holds you tight as if someone was about to take you away from him.

Sirius then ends the kiss and looks you deeply in the eyes. And in exact this moment you knew you were lost, lost in the love for the man you just kissed. Lost in the your love towards Sirius black.


“I should go to my room now, to get some rest. The day was kind of stressful for me.”, you break the silence. Sirius’ eyes seem to look sad, but only for a second and then you can see the mask on his face again. The mask he puts on every time he does not want to show his real emotions. He often did this when he fought with his parents, to not show that he was hurt. 

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Is there anything more enraging than when someone you live with is needlessly rude to you so as the Bigger Person (and internationally recognised fucking delight!) in the relationship who Rises Above It you leave the room to avoid turning it into a fight, only for them to accuse you of sulking?????? You think this is sulking, sunshine? I’ll show you fucking sulking, I’ll sulk so hard you won’t know what hit you! Suck it up!

Burning Low

“You’re not going to believe me,” Yuuri insists.

“No piece of dog related information can be kept from me, Yuuri.”

Yuuri huffs, buries his face in Makkachin’s fur. They’re lying on Viktor’s bed, atop plush sheets, the hum of Euro pop soft in the background. Yuuri’s wearing ratty sweatpants and a T-shirt, dotted with the occasional curl of Makkachin’s hair. Viktor can’t look away. Their fingers are laced over the poodle’s plump belly, something that keeps happening, ever since the Cup of China. There are two periods in Viktor’s life: B.C., Before China, and after. Viktor loves the after.

“Vicchan was a stray,” Yuuri mumbles.

Viktor tries not to laugh. “Oh, love, I know there were posters in your room with my face on them– you can say you bought Vicchan.”

Viktor,” Yuuri whines, burying his face into Makkachin. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Okay, okay,” Viktor chuckles. “So Vicchan was a stray.” He wiggles over the top of Makkachin, presses a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead.

“Yeah,” Yuuri breathes, soft. “When I found him and brought him back to the onsen, soaked in muddy puddle water and curls all matted, I thought he was some kind of gift from god. A poodle all my own. So I could be just like you.”

“Clearly, your parents agreed.” The brown eyes flicker up to him, twinkling.

“No,” Yuuri admits. “They told me Vicchan probably belonged to someone else. That we had to put up signs saying we’d found him.” He snorts gently through his nose. “…I sobbed for hours.” Makkachin snuffles, licks Yuuri’s cheek. “I plucked up Vicchan and locked myself in my room–my parents had to talk me down through the door. They told me they knew I loved Vicchan, but that maybe there was some other little boy out there missing him, loving him.”

“And you,” Viktor says, “my softhearted Yuuri, you were willing to give him back.”

Yuuri presses his lips together. Amused. “No,” he contradicts again, quietly. “That didn’t work. After all, who could love Vicchan more than me? I refused to put up the Found Dog signs up because of that.” There’s a pause, and Viktor fills in the gap. Until. “Then, they told me that Vicchan could be missing the place where he belonged.”

“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor says. Maybe they shouldn’t discuss Yuuri’s dog– sometimes when he looks at Makkachin, the cinnamon eyes still glaze over.

“How could I take Vicchan away from what he loved? So we put up signs,” Yuuri finishes, smile small. “I was ready to give him up. Ready, even if it broke my heart.” Their fingers tighten across Makkachin’s belly, and it’s natural to lean forward and kiss him, all ruffled hair and round cheeks, gentle eyes. Viktor’s Yuuri. Viktor’s everything.

“Let’s end this,” Yuuri says, in Barcelona. The man who is his everything, and he wants to end it.

You don’t have to break your heart, Viktor thinks. Oh, you don’t have to break your heart

Too Soon - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing


“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.

“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”

“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.

As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.

“Babe, knock knock?”

“Not another one J.”

“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”

“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.

“Oh. Knock knock?”

“Who’s there?” I sigh.

“A broken pencil” he smiles.

“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.

“Never mind it’s poin-”

“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke. 

“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.  

As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.

“Babe really” I laugh.

“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”

“No”

“Yes”

“Noo babe”

“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”

“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”

“Who’s there” he cooed.

“Al.” I smirk.

“Al who?” 

“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it. 

“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.

“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.

“Jeff” I whisper.

“Yes y/n?”

“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.

He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.

“Jeff please” I moan.

“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.

He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.

“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.

“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.

“Jeff!” I scream.

“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.

“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I  whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.

“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown. 

“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.

He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.

“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back. 

“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans. 

“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.

“J-JEFF!” I scream.

He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.

“Knock knock?”

“Who’s there” I laugh. 

“I love”

“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.

“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.

“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.


*Tomorrow Night*

“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.

“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.

“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up. 

“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up. 

“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.

“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.

“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”

“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.

“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.

“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.

“Get a room!”

“Jess, your room is upstairs!”

“Get it Foley!”

Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.

“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”

Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”

I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”

He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.

“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”

I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.

“Okay fine, just be careful J.”

“I will baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.


*4 Weeks Later*

Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone. 

“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation. 

“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.

“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.

“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.

“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.

I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read 

Jeff Atkins

World’s greatest son 

world’s best companion

Even a better dad

Gone but never forgotten.

“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’


A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.

He’s really created a tapestry of self, which I think is what was so jarring about comparing “Sign of the Times” to everything else: I think you — or maybe it’s just me — inherently want to listen to an artist’s solo debut and “get” them. Like the way Brodie explains how Zayn very overtly distinguished himself as a particular brand of artist, or the way you know exactly what you’ll get on a Drake mixtape. But Harry’s album is almost the musical equivalent of, “Hey, come see my room!” when you make a new friend in high school or college. Like, “Come see all the things I like! Look at my records! Do you like my posters? Look at this sick lamp!” And to that end, Harry Styles is a very bold and brave declaration: He’s not hiding what he likes or who he is or what he wants us to know about him. He loves arena rock and he loves classic rock and Britpop and he likes ’00s-era British indie. He’s not a snob, and while I think we all already knew that, it’s exciting to see that inclusive approach applied to his solo star cotillion.

Can we talk about how amazing Hernando is for a minute? When Lito is depressed he tries to cheer him up, but quickly realizes that’s not the way to help him. He accepts that he can’t fix Lito’s career troubles, that he can’t just make him feel better with a pep-talk and a positive attitude. He doesn’t tell Lito to cheer up, to go for a walk, to get over it. Instead he goes to his room, brings him breakfast and tells him “You don’t need to get up. You don’t need to leave this room. I’m not judging you, or trying to fix it, or tell you what to do. I just wanted you to know that I love you.  And that you aren’t alone.” And that’s really all Lito needs.

My (Personal) GOT7 Analysis and why i love them so much

BamBam: cute af; a baby who is shedding his innocent image faster than the speed of light; super proud of his bff yugyeom’s dancing; knows everyone loves him and loves it; was so tiny(literally) when he first met jackson and mark; only problematic when he wants attention from his hyungs; hyungs are so proud of how he’s grown; quick to tell fans if he genuinely thinks they’re beautiful; KING OF FASHION; when he argues with yugyeom they probably make up 2 mins later; OWNED the karaoke episode of GOT7ing and made is bandmates so happy

Choi Youngjae:  the voice, the sun, the laugh; takes particular enjoyment in picking on Jackson and receiving love and/or spanking from JB; unproblematic af; so awkward and pure; makes every situation better by laughing out of the blue; so cute; called sunshine for a reason; loves learning and speaking english;  (i want to play video games with him so bad); loves his puppy CoCo more than life itself

Jackson Wang: proud AmeriThaiKong member; stans his bandmates; one of the most openly physically affectionate (kissed a guy on the lips on SNL too); probably mad he can’t date his bandmates (was super happy when he could date jinyoung); variety show king; loves picking on youngjae; loves being extra; small friendship things break his heart i.e. telling mark he misses rooming with him and bringing him shampoo; wears his heart on his sleeve; would marry mark and follow him to pluto; would remember the first time he met you and what you wore and said like he remembers mark had dark hair and an umbrella; respects his parents SO MUCH; a meme

Jinyoung:  hot af and knows it; looks like a wealthy prince who escapes to hang with his adorable band; could win an oscar probably; uses his amazing bum for attention; gets jealous easily and it’s rlly hot and scary; savage; happily involved in a GOT7 love triangle w Mark/Jackson; is JB’s wife; loves kissing his bandmates and is one of the most easily annoyed but also physically affectionate; has an angsty love/hate relationship with yugyeom that’s hot af, probably has dreams about him where they do things other than argue if you know what i mean

JB: King; most baddass leader in town; can probably calm his bandmates down with the sound of his voice; intimidating but super sweet with fans; could probably be president; glows when he smiles and laughs; has some of the most interesting fashion choices; is super cute with the macknae line; would marry youngjae; is super attracted to youngjae; already married to jinyoung;  probably can read jinyoung’s thoughts at this point; charismatic af; skydived with zero fear and glowed afterward; secretly a superhero

Kim Yugyeom:  danced on hit the stage and shook his fans and bandmates to the core; effortlessly talented; bandmates think he’s too nice, i.e. jinyoung wanting to toughen him up; enjoys picking on jinyoung and is always shook when he compliments him; if he aint your bias he will wreck your bias list if you watch hit the stage; WATCH HIM ON HIT THE STAGE; has a crush on jinyoung and chris brown;  loves his 97′ friends like BamBam and Jungkook more than words can say; claimed to be innocent but then he grinded on Hit the Stage and impregnated e v e r y o n e

Mark Tuan: loved and respected by everyone; the eldest; tries to internalize everything but breaks down in front of his bandmates if he needs love/hugs; clingy af; pranks fuel him; super good at reading everyone’s feelings; lives for extreme sports; would marry jackson in 2 seconds; would marry jinyoung too; one of the members besides jackson and jinyoung who is the most physically affectionate; gorgeous; bandmates love staring at his face; shy but wild, seemingly fearless, parasailed and skydived on Hard Carry and broke me; fucks w gravity 25/7; kissing level 10000 i.e. dipping BamBam on kiss the radio simultaneously wrecking BamBam and everyone

GOT7 as a whole:  A GIANT SHIP; A SPACESHIP;  CREATED MUSIC VIDEOS ABOUT SAVING EACHOTHER,  WILL DESTROY YOU AND RAISE YOU FROM THE DEAD;  WEAR MAKEUP SO WELL THEY WILL MAKE YOU WATCH MAKEUP TUTORIALS;  THEY FCKING LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH I WANT THEM ALL TO BE IN ROMANCE MOVIES WITH EACHOTHER; CUTE; DORKY; GAY AF; HAS 19384572308 SHIPS AND THEY’RE ALL IMPORTANT; 7 OR NEVER, 7 OR NOTHING; INVENTED THE WORD FRIENDSHIP

Miraculous Headcanon

Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS

  • Marinette is a youtuber
  • Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
  • Her channel blew up
  • Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
  • And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
  • Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
  • She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
  • Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
  • They vlog all sorts of things
    • going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
    • They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
    • Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
    • Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
  • A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!

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What’s in the Mix with a Mix-Tape? (12x19)

Mix-tapes were a feature of my twenties in the early 1990s. I’ve still got a tonne of them. Although, that tech died for a reason - it degrades big time. 

But, I’ve kept them for sentiment. They have home-made covers, created from cut-up and cut-down postcards, with hand-writing in coloured pen listing the tracks on the inside. And sometimes, hand-drawn hearts and personal dedications. 

They were made for me by people who loved me - some of whom are still in my life, some not. 

Making a mix-tape took hours, especially if you were (as we usually did) making a compilation and mixing and matching artists. You had to think about how each track would follow another; the tone, the tempo, the mood, the lyrics. Wind, rewind, record, relisten… they were extended love-notes very often. 

Dean’s mix-tape for Cas reads “Dean’s top 13 Zepp TRA XX”

  He’s written it as “TRA XX” as if, just maybe, you could read that as a couple of kisses at the end, insteady of a groovy way to spell “tracks”. Ambiguous, diffident, scrawled, unspoken, but there… Oh Dean….

But, Cas tried to give it back. After ignoring Dean’s phone-calls, Cas returned to the bunker to try and return a piece of Dean ‘s heart, to lie to him and steal from him.

Cas came into Dean’s room, his intimate and personal space, and, as Dean says, “played him”. He stole the Colt from under Dean’s pillow, knowing full well what the history of the Colt means to Dean.  

Characterization-wise, how can Cas have regressed like that? Knowing, as he does, that going behind Dean’s back in S6 hurt Dean so much and began such a terrible rift between them?

Sure, Cas says it’s to protect the Winchesters from Dagon. No doubt that’s true. 

But, Castiel is also someone who has recently said “I love you” (in 12x12 Stuck in the Middle with You) and not heard it back…

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone and not heard it back? 

It haunts you, it eats at you, you feel stupid, you feel rejected, you feel… lost.

Dean’s mix-tape was probably his way of trying to say, “I love you” back,  but how would Cas know what a mix-tape means? Or perhaps he did know, thanks to Metatron’s pop-culture upgrade, and returning the tape was our angel’s way of being a bit snippy, a bit passive-aggressive  - Thanks for the cop-out tape gift, Dean, but I would quite like to hear you say it. 

And why is Dean so forgiving, explaining to Sam how Cas needs a win, how he gets it, as he rumages around under the hood of Cas’s truck, fixing her up?

Well, it’s eternal sub-text, of course, but here goes… 

Because Dean knows he is someone to whom, “I love you,” has been said. And, despite his worried phone calls, his appeals to “Team Free Will”, Dean also knows he is someone who has not said it back…

unless of course you count two “XX”’s on a mix-tape.

Too Nice || Jeff Atkins x Reader

mmmMMMM JEff and EuuGH BrycE

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Bryce Has Grabby Hands

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    When Jeff’s car pulled into the driveway of Bryce Walker’s house, it was already swarming with wasted teens. You grimaced, pressing back into the seat, your hands clutching at the seat belt; the only thing between you and the biggest party of the year.

    “Do you need help with that?” Jeff asked.

    Before you could reply, he had leaned over and clicked the buckle. The belt snapped back, leaving you feeling vulnerable, and a little nauseous. It didn’t make it any better when he moved to climb out of the car. He jogged over to your side, pulling open the door and reaching a hand out for you to take.

    You shook your head. “I can’t.”

    “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll be right by your side the entire time,” he said. He had to dip down a fair amount to lock his hands around your wrists. “Give it like ten minutes, and if you’re not having fun we’ll turn around and go home.”

    You relented, letting him pull you out of the seat and against his chest. His hands ghosted across your lower back, fingertips trailing along the curves of your spine. He had that look on his face again. The one where he gets that little, crooked smile, and his eyes can’t seem to look at anything but you. Or, more specifically, your face.

    “God, I love you,” he said quietly, bringing his nose down to boop yours.

    “I love you too, but I’m going to hate you if I embarrass myself,” you replied.

    He chuckled, a low, deep sound that rumbled through his chest and into yours. “If you embarrass yourself, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention away from you.”

    You nodded. “Okay, deal.”

    He pulled away and the two of you started towards the house. It wasn’t too long of a walk from the driveway before you were slipping through the door. Jeff ushered you through crowds of people—all either greeting him with smiles and pats on the back, or being too drunk to know he was there. He stopped you near the living room, pointing you towards an empty love seat.

    “Save me a spot,” he said. “I’m going to go get us some beer.”

    You grabbed his arm, hoping you didn’t look as panicked on the outside and you felt on the inside. “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be left alone.”

    “It’ll only take a second. Just try to relax.” He shrugged you off, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

    You settled down onto the love seat, watching the crowd as they danced to a song blasting from an expensive looking radio. You didn’t notice Bryce approaching until he was already stretched out next to you, an arm thrown around your shoulders. He was manspreading to the point that you were forced to press uncomfortably against the arm of the seat.

    “Y/N, good to see you here,” he said, giving his trademark smile. “You never come to my parties.”

    You felt his hand sliding down over your shoulder, too close to your chest for comfort. You tried to move away but he tightened his grip.

    “I’m, um, here with someone,” you responded. “I should probably go find him.”

    “You mean Jeff?” he asked. “He’s way too nice for you. You need someone man enough to rough you up a little.” His hand had barely cupped your breast when you felt yourself being jerked to your feet.

    You felt a cool wave of relief flood through you when you looked up, finding Jeff glaring at Bryce with the prospect of murder in his eyes. “Do me a favor, and keep your hands off of my girlfriend.”

    Bryce threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were here together.”

    “You’re a liar,” you snapped. “You did know.”

    Jeff clenched his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his varsity jacket. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him backwards as Bryce stood up.

    “Don’t you dare start a fight,” you whispered, hoping no one had noticed them yet. “Let’s just go, please.”

    Bryce smirked. “Better listen to your girl, Jeff.”

    Jeff spat on the carpet near Bryce’s feet, letting you pull him towards the door. “You better be glad she saved your ass, or I’d put you in the ground.”

    You didn’t let go of him until the two of you had made it outside and back into the car. Neither of you said a word for a long moment.

    Jeff was the first to break the silence, craning over the middle console to wrap his arms around you. He peppered a long row of kisses down your collarbone, right where Bryce’s hand had been.

    You laughed. “What are you doing?”

    He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Getting rid of your Bryce cooties.”

GOT7 Reaction: You Kissing Them In Front Of The Boys

(I hope this is what you wanted (((: This reaction is very short and to the point, but I hope you enjoy!! <3 Saranghae <3)

Youngjae:

Originally posted by peachyjyp

I feel as if Youngjae would be half into it, and half not. He would love showing off that you were his, and his lips were the only ones that got to touch yours; but he wouldn’t want to show off too much. He would give you a short, sweet kiss and giggle, covering his face as it went red when the boys would lightly tease him about it. You would probably feel a little embarrassed as the boys poked fun at you, sitting next to Youngjae and burying your head sweetly in his shoulder, him quickly becoming your shield.

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i know alot of people dont like louis recent choice of clothing or are sick of it but my brother told me the other day that, “he looks fly as fuck wearing supreme and yeezys i fuck with him” my brother is 22 and a street wear nerd (he literally buys bots to be able to buy supreme since it sells out so fast, street wear can become almost like a addiction to some guys in the late teens / early 20′s because these sites never restock if you dont buy it the first drop you wont get it unless you buy it resale on ebay for 3x the price so if you get it its almost like a high because you are one of the few hundreds who has it, you think buying concert tickets is stressful lmao yall have no idea) he sees him in a totally different light now its honestly the weirdest thing lol like he doesnt hate 1d, he knows i love them, knows about larry whatever but ever since hes been seeing him wear the clothes he likes and also work with artist he likes its like hes seeing a brand new louis he wouldnt mind stanning, we actually talk about him all the time and sometimes he will come into my room like, “do you think louis would wear this ?” ljszflkDSG its truly amazing.

Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include:

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

  • Meeting him through Alex (who attempts to threaten him when he first asks you out)
  • He is so protective of you (especially around Bryce)
  • Forehead kisses
  • You’d be really close with his sister
  • Him laying his head on your stomach while you run your fingers through his hair
  • Randomly complimenting you and bringing you flowers
  • When you wear his shirts they look like a dress
  • Him teaching you how to play basketball (even though he just uses it as an excuse to put his arms around you)
  • Cuddles
  • Hiding your makeup when he gives you hickies because he wants everyone to see them
  • Sex would always been so gentle with Zach, mostly because he’s afraid to hurt you
  • Cute nicknames that no one really gets
  • Always being the loudest person cheering him on
  • Stealing his clothes 
  • Loads of PDA
  • Calling you up at like 3 am to go on a date. (“Zach? Do you know what time is?” “Yeah, time for pizza, now let’s go.” “You’re lucky I love you, Dempsey.”)
  • Him legit crying when he sees you with his sister
  • Late night phone calls when one of you can’t sleep
  • Justin constantly teasing him (and you) ( “get a room”)
  • His mom absolutely loving you
  • Being his lucky charm
How They Act When You’re On Your Period (Avengers Preference)

Sorry I haven’t been around lately guys!! I’m hoping to start being more active again! Hope you guys like this and it begins to make up for my months of inactivity! I’ve had this request for a while so I hope y’all like it!

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Tony Stark:

He buys you everything you could want, and more. The first time you ask him to go to the store for you he comes back with every single piece of chocolate he could find at Duane Reade and about ten different boxes of pads and tampons. He also has a new heating pad and your favorite take out. When he’s done putting everything away (he insisted on doing it himself while you tried out the new heating pad), he lays next to you on the couch, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. You thought he couldn’t get any more perfect until he finally ques up your favorite romcom without you having to say a word.

Steve Rogers:

Steve is sort of embarrassed at first. Back in his day this kind of thing wasn’t exactly talked about, especially not with scrawny ol’ him. So the first time you ask him to go out and grab you a few things he turns so red, you swear you can see his chest flush beneath his white cotton t-shirt. After he stutters for a few seconds and tears start welling in your eyes because you are just way too hormonal right now, Steve runs out of your apartment only to return a few minutes later with your favorite chocolate, your exact brand of tampons/pads, your favorite movie, and a cute teddy bear wearing a captain america outfit. He lays with you for the rest of the day, holding you close and rubbing your stomach as he spoons you on the couch, all forgiven.

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky takes it in stride. Much like Steve, he wasn’t exactly used to talking about this kind of thing, but as soon as you tell him you need him he’s there to do whatever you ask. He makes you breakfast in bed. He runs to the store to get you chocolate. He even goes to the store to get you tampons/pads (making sure he has your preferred brand and type written down). When he takes a while to come back he tells you he had to ask for help from a store employee. And whenever he gets back he spends the rest of the day holding you in his lap as he holds a heating pad to your stomach and whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

Bruce Banner:

He stutters a little in the beginning when you first bring it up. He’s used to this type of thing, but only from a doctor standpoint. He goes and gets you what you need, but he also asks you questions that you would normally only hear from your doctor, making you blush as much as he had earlier. After he agrees never to ask you those questions again, you both go to lay in his room as he brushes his hand through your hair and reads you your favorite book. You spend the rest of the day curled up in one of Bruce’s big knit sweaters, drifting in and out of sleep, with a cup of your favorite tea sitting on the bedside. 

Clint Barton:

He invites you up to his little nest. He fills it with your favorite blankets from the Tower (he even gets rid of the old ratty one you hate for the few days you’re up there), and has a stash of your favorite chocolate. He makes sure everyone knows not to bother you for the next few days as you just laze around and curl up together. Clint spends the whole time reading you your favorite books and telling you stories about his more memorable missions. He just wants to make sure you’re comfortable because he knows how tough you are and if this is causing you pain it must be rough. 

Pietro Maximoff:

Pietro spends the few days running around town and getting you whatever you want. Chocolate, tampons/pads, your favorite take out, flowers, he even runs out and gets you that new shirt you’ve been eyeing in the H&M window for about a week now. By the time he’s done running around all you want is for him to come and cuddle with you in bed. And that’s exactly what he does, after running around the tower to grab your favorite blankets, junk food, and turn on your favorite movie. Pietro wants you to feel like a princess because that’s exactly what you are to him. 

Thor Odinson:

He is so sympathetic. He buries you in a mountain of blankets and curls up with you, holding you close. He let’s you wear his huge sweaters that smell just like him, and he even lets you use his cape like a blanket. He offers to go to the store for you, but you know exactly how that would turn out so instead you ask if he can just make it storm outside, letting you two have the perfect lazy day inside. As the thunder rolls outside the window and the rain patters against the roof, Thor rubs soothing circles on your back as he tells you stories of the nine realms and his adventures back in Asgard. 

Loki Laufeyson:

He is kind of confused at first. He asks if this ailment is something he can fix with magic but you vehemently tell him no, not wanting to risk whatever consequences may arise. Eventually Loki realizes all he can do is be there for you so that’s exactly what he does. He lounges around with you all day, making you tea and reciting poetry to you while you lay in bed. He offers to go to the store for you and you instantly regret it when he comes back with adult diapers (”the package looks the same!”). You can’t stay mad though when he holds up a bag of your favorite junk food and let’s you wear his cape for the rest of the day as you two pig out and watch your favorite cheesy romcoms. 

Sam Wilson:

Sam stays in bed with you all day long. He holds you close and gives you all the covers. He even blows off Steve when Steve comes around asking for a training partner. He wants to make sure you know that he’s there for you in your time of need and nothing is going to make him leave your side (unless of course you need him to go to the store for you). He’ll even run you a hot bath in the evening with your favorite candle lit on the counter and your favorite spotify playlist humming quietly in the background. The other guys on the team may call him whipped, but he knows how to treat the love of his life right. 

Scott Lang:

He likes to joke around but when you give him that look he totally understands. He builds you a giant pillow fort in the living room and wraps you up in your favorite blanket, handing you a warm tea and piling up all of your favorite junk foods in the corner of the fort before turning on your favorite princess movie. He’ll hold you until you doze off before he sneaks out to the store to grab you what you need. He’s back before you wake up and holds you close the rest of the day, cracking jokes every so often. Before you doze off again, he tells you how thankful he is that you’re going to be around when Cassie goes through all this, but you reassure him that he would be fine.

T’Challa:

He spends the few days you’re on your period treating you like a queen. He has servants attending to your every need, and you never even have to change out out of your pj’s. And while he may have to attend to a few meetings, he makes sure that he’s able to be with you as much as possible. When the meetings are over the phone he lets you sit in his office with him, setting you in his lap and rubbing his hands up and down your back. When he’s not busy with meetings or training, T’Challa spends the day in bed with you, holding you close and keeping you warm. He also brings you cute little gifts like flowers he picked himself from the jungle, beautiful jewelry made of the stones found in the Wakandan mines, and he even brings you a kitten to keep you company when he has to be away. 


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Hope y’all liked it!

Imagine and Preference requests are OPEN! (Still no ships)

Hiraeth | Pt.12

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Words: 6,357.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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 AND ANOTHER THING. LETS TALK ABOUT YOUSEF FOLLOWING SANA ON INSTA AND NOTICING HER LIKE (brought to you by the naggings of the lovely @softestisak who buzzed me in class until i did this.)

so im thinking yousef is really fucking down at the moment. like laying around his room, staring up at the ceiling, ignoring his friends wanting to hang out- you know,  wallowing in self pity and all that shit. So he is mindlessly scrolling on instagram when he notices Sana’s like. And he almost scrolls right over it, because who the fuck actually looks at what their friends like on instagram? (but he’s kind of starved for sana content at the moment since she’s frozen him out for the time being.) So he clicks on it and the picture pulls up from some kid named isakyaki. and… what the fuck? He blinks and squints at the screen because that- that’s fucking Even? FUCKING EVEN? and it takes him a second to realize that Even is currently laying shirtless in bed with another boy (isakyaki, he presumes? what kind of stupid fucking name…) And they’re holding hands…. naked in bed…..                        

then he sees the caption and he just clicks off his phone and starts laughing his ass off for a hot sec. Just in disbelief. So he clicks on this isakyaki’s profile. And it’s filled with Even. brimming with a grinning, healthy happy looking even. And yousef has half a mind to start screenshotting the pics and sending them to the other boys. but not right now. he clicks through the images (trying not to feel like a stalker, fuck) and when he’s gone through them all he hits the follow button on isak. the kid won’t know him right? he doesn’t think so, so what would be the harm in just checking up on even through his isakyaki boyfriend?

Bts reacting to you in a mini skirt!

Request: Bts reacting to you in a short skirt

Namjoon:

“So what do you think?” *You come out of your room to show him the result of your outfit after half an hour*

“Well I think…” *gets up and starts fiddling with his belt* “…that Namjoon Jr. now has to be strapped down.”

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Jin:

*You walk into the living room*

“Nope, we’re not doing this today.”

“I guess you could say… Not Today”

*wants to laugh but walks away before you can see to make a point*

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants

Hoseok:

“Do you like it?”

*stares at you admiringly*

“Hobi?…”

“I love it jagi. God, you’re so beautiful”

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Yoongi:

“Okay I’m ready to go!”

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

“Yep!”

“You know what, maybe we should just stay inside tonight… maybe light up some candles… put on a movie but definitely makeout instead.”

Originally posted by yoonseok

Taehyung:

“Alright come on taehy- what are you doing? You’re wrinkling your clothes.”

“I saw what you’re wearing and I’d rather stay home.”

“But the dinner plans?”

“But my tongue plans? >;)”

Originally posted by btstaehyunged

Jimin:

“Jiminie~ I bought a new skirt! What do you think?”

“I’ll be damned if I ever let you out with that!” *is shook asf*

Originally posted by kaiiyeye

Jungkook:

“Alright Kookie I’m heading out.”

*Quiet* 

“Kookie?…”

*Wants to stop you from going out but doesn’t know how to bring it up so he ends up looking like he’s lowkey trying to figure out how to do long division in his head even tho in actuality he’s just a confused speechless weirdo*

Originally posted by cuteguk

Hair, Sex, and Make-up

Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k


Originally posted by officialwookkibby



“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”

“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.

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