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pcygoldenchild · 5 years

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Love Me Right: Baekhyun

⛓summary: You’re in your senior year of high school. But you oh so unfortunately had to move away. Which meant you would be spending your last year of high school at a new school. Luckily you’ve done some research on this school and from what you’ve heard, you’d be in for an interesting year.

⛓warning: mentions of adult themes.

⛓A/N: wanted to try something new with this chapter. baekhyun is the character that is the more laid back of the three but he feels just as deeply for Moe. in this part, I have him get risky in his own way. it will make sense when you read it. this is probably not even needed but just a point. OK ENJOY!

March 9th

↳ Yeol: hey where are you?

↳ You: i’m with baek. why?

↳ Yeol: oh nothing.

↳ You: you sure?

↳ Yeol: yea

↳ Yeol: i just miss you

↳ Yeol: and i’m sorry

↳ You: yeol you have to stop apologizing. we’ve moved on from that remember?

↳ Yeol: yea i know but i regret acting the way i did. you mean too much to me. i was acting out of impulse.

↳ You: i know. i’m the one who told you that. and you mean a lot to me. so forget it and let’s move on ok?

“Babe.” Baek called you bringing your attention from your phone. He was laying in between your legs with his back to your stomach. It was cold and dark and rainy outside so you two decided on spending a day at your house just enjoying each other’s company. He was writing in his book. It wasn’t a journal to him. It was just a book he wrote in for creative purposes so he’d say.

“Hm?” you answered as you put your phone down and ran your fingers through his hair.

“You should eat. It’s been some time since lunch.” he said closing his book and sitting up to turn on top of you.

“I’m not hungry.” you said. You ran your fingers along his face as you always did. You just really admired his features and he loved when you did it.

“You’re always telling me you’re never hungry but I don’t ever remember asking babe.” he said as he kissed your forehead. He’s been kissing your forehead non stop. You were sure there was a permanent indentation of his lips there by now.

“Stop doing that.” you deadpanned. He just smiled and did it again.

“Never.” he said kissing your nose.

“You love it.” he said kissing your cheek. He hovered for a bit staring at your lips. But he pulled away and got up.

“I’ll go scavenge your kitchen and see what I can do.” he said bolting out of your room before you could protest. You loved him. You did. But the way he never took no for an answer would one day get you in a lot of trouble.

A couple minutes passed of you just staring into space thinking about your friends. You thought about them a lot. They meant a lot to you obviously but one thing always came to your mind. What are you to them? You are all friends of course. But they felt strongly about you. And you felt things for them too. You’ve slept with one and kissed another and they called you affectionate things. It was a complicated relationship you 4 had but no one complained really. Unless it was jealousy and that was unavoidable.

Your phone buzzed bringing you from your thoughts with a message from Baekhyun.

↳ Baek: Making you ramen because I want it.

↳ You: I don’t want ramen...and I could have gone without the picture. thanks.

↳ Baek: You get what you get and you don’t get upset.

↳ You: fine 🙄

↳ Baek: Good girl ☺️

You smiled and threw your phone down. He was literally never going to let you go. You knew that now. And it brought you back to how just a few months ago, you were avoiding them. And now look at you. You’d even go as far to say you’re happy to have let them in your life.

You looked down where your phone was and saw Baek’s book. Out of curiosity you just wanted to read it. If it were a journal or diary, you’d never have touched it. You wouldn’t invade someone’s privacy like that. But he always showed you little bits here and there of it and it seemed harmless. Not so much after you read the more recent inserts.

The first couple pages were little poems. They were of his day or of a moment. Some songs were written and some little ideas here and there about movies or books. It was overall just a place he wrote what he thought. It was cute and innocent to see how his mind worked. The cute little pictures and scribbles. Very cute.

But as you got to skipping pages and to the more recent things, it wasn’t very innocent. Around the time you came along, the dates matched up, things got a little serious. The stories got longer and more rated r. These were stories of a female who he described the same in every story. They described how he felt about her. How he saw her. How he wanted her. The words were dirty. The vibe was dark and serious. But not creepy dark, just a dark you’ve never seen from Baekhyun. Stories of things he’d do to her alone. Things that made your heart beat fast as you read. You felt something reading his words. You felt like your body was reacting to a novel not written by him but it was him, and that’s what made it more effective to you. One caught your attention in particular. It was one of the more recent ones, written only two days ago.

Sitting next to her is easy. She’s sweet and smells like fresh air and linen sheets. But what she doesn’t see is how I can’t look away from her. I can’t sit without something on my lap to cover the way I feel. She’s perfect in every way. Small. Fragile. She makes little noises to herself. She lets me touch her. Let’s me get as close as I want. She’s never stopped me. But I have to stop myself. If I don’t, she’ll look at me differently. What would she think if she knew how bad I wanted her? Not the way she thinks I want her now. Not her sweet, funny, obnoxious Baekhyun who loves her innocently. How hard? How hard do I have to get before I break and take her? Not much harder.

It was that little bit that made you see him differently. The saying goes, it’s always the innocent ones who are the darkest. And this was something you never expected. Baekhyun wanted you. He wanted you the way Chanyeol had you. He wanted you more, in nastier ways. And you confided in him about your time with Yeol. The whole time, Baek probably didn’t want to hear it. He wished it was him.

You sat up and put the book back slowly. Your mind was racing but everything going on outside of your head was going in slow motion. Where do you go from there? You didn’t know if the feeling of want inside you was acceptable right now. Did you want him the same way? Yes. But what would happen if you got the chance?

“So I made this miso veggie ramen that I think you’ll really like. It was fast wasn’t it? Kiss the chef babe.” he said coming back into your room with a tray. He placed it on your bed and leaned over so you could kiss his cheek. But your mind went elsewhere. What if you kissed his neck instead? Or the corner of his lips? Would he break?

“I’m waiting.” he said tapping his cheek. You leaned forward and kissed right at the corner of his mouth. Your postitions lingered a bit before he straighted back up and avoided your face.

“Thank you.” he whispered with a fake smile. He pushed the tray in front of you and sat on the other side of it with his bowl. Your body was stiff, mind in the wrong place. You just kept staring at him as he acted so normal. His cheery self excited to eat food as he hummed away.

“Yah! Eat or I’ll have to feed it to you myself.” he said. And that didn’t even sound innocent anymore. Why did reading a little make you go crazy so easily?

“Are you ok?” he asked waving his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and nodded smiling slightly. You looked down at your food and began eating. You could feel him staring at you. You licked your lips slowly and ate rather...sensually. It wasn’t on purpose but you could feel him doing exactly what he wrote he did. Staring at you with a blanket on his lap. You hummed to yourself savoring the taste but it sounded suggestive. Did your noises all sound like that to him? You peeked up at him and he didn’t waver his stare.

“Thanks Baek.” you said staring back at him. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You’re welcome princess.” he said. You two were in an active stare down. He knew something was up. He looked over at his book and then back to you. You did the same.

“Something on your mind babe?” he said tilting his head. His face was different. His tone was different. He knew what you saw. You licked your lip once more before biting it and shaking your head.

“I think there is. Speak.” he said. The food was almost gone but it was long forgotten by now. The tension could be felt from a mile away.

You couldn’t bring yourself to use your voice. He’d know how you felt. You shook your head again and looked down. He moved the tray to the side and came closer to you. His eyes never leaving your face.

“Did you read my book?” he said making you look at him with his delicate fingers. You didn’t answer. You felt like crying for some reason.

“Answer me Moe.” he said.

“Yes.” you breathed out. His smirk appeared. His hand fell from your face and he leaned in closer. You leaned back until you were lying down as he leaned forward. He hovered over you teasingly.

“And you thought you should try to break me?” he asked. You almost shuddered. His demeanor was so completely opposite from what you knew. You shook your head no.

“You did. You kissed my lip. You did those little things you knew I’d pay attention to. You almost broke me.” he said. His face was right over yours. His lips ghosting yours. All you had to do was poke yours out and they feel his soft plump ones.

“Do it.” he said. And his hand came to you face before coming down to your neck. His hand rested there, not choking you. It was just sitting there. And that made you weak. He was a kinky guy; that’s what you got from all this. You’d never have guessed it.

You leaned up a bit and kissed him lightly. You felt him smirk against your lips before he tighten around your neck and pushed you down. His lips crashing into yours. It was harsh and rough but his smooth touch and soft lips were the perfect contrast. Your blood rushed through your veins. He was making your head spin. His tongue played with yours and his teeth bit your lip. He was making you make sounds you didn’t know you could. You were so out of it. All your morals of not getting into things was clearly out of the window.

Your phone ringing is what brought you out of it. But you didn’t want to answer. If Baekhyun didn’t detach his lips from you, you wouldn’t have. He picked it up and looked at you.

“It’s Chanyeol. Answer it.” he said. He was still hovering over you. You took the phone and answered it.

“Hey.” you said.

“Hey love. Hey Mrs. Oh.” Chanyeol and Sehun said. They sounded so happy. Completely unaware of what was happening.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” you asked. Baekhyun smiles and you shook your head at him. Last thing you needed was to try and control yourself if he tried something. You were never good at that.

“We’re coming over. Baek told us it was ok. And we miss you.” Sehun said. But you weren’t paying attention because Baekhyun’s lips were on your neck. Sucking and biting hard. He was trying to make a mark. Trying to make you moan.

“Baek stop.” you whispered to him pulling his hair. He just grabbed your hand and held it down.

“What’s happening?” Chanyeol said. You could hear the frustration in his tone. His gotten pretty well at reading your tone.

“Nothing. I’ll see you guys when you get here.” you said and hung up before they could say anything. You threw your phone on the bed and grabbed Baekhyun flipping him over.

“Baek I don’t know what your trying to do. But I’ve never wanted someone like this. But we can’t do this.” you said. You were straddling him. His hands were on your hips. You were involuntarily grinding on him. Your mind and body both saying different things.

“We can’t do it now. We will. I promise you’ll be under me a moaning mess soon. No matter how hard you try. You’ll crave me how I crave you.” he said. And you knew it was true. Because right now, if Yeol and Sehun weren’t coming, you’d have him anyway he wanted. But the sound of the door bell said not today.

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hannahindie · 7 years

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Ice Cream vs. Felony: Hunter Edition

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 3,807 Warnings: Bad luck, spilled Slushees, general clumsiness, and Winchester snark, which seems to be an ongoing theme lately. Also language. A/N: I wrote this for @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps 1.5K Follower challenge. I love the Golden Girls, and this quote has always been my favorite. It is bolded in the fic! Congratulations, Steph!! Beta’d by my loves @trexrambling and @pinknerdpanda, thank you sooooo much! As always, tags are at the bottom! If you’d like to be added or you find yourself missing, please let me know! Enjoy!

Hunting with the Winchesters was usually a good time. Before I met them life was okay, but it was boring. Sure, before them I didn’t almost die every other month, and I can assure you that if I had the option to not have to deal with angels (with the exception of Cas, of course) then I wouldn’t. But overall, it wasn’t bad.

Except for when they ganged up on me.

Don’t get me wrong, when it happens to anyone else, it’s hilarious. Sam is usually the quieter of the two, but once Dean gets him started he’s relentless. I have seen them verbally massacre Garth, irritate Cas to the point where he just poofed to...well, wherever it was he went, and push Jody to the point where she threatened to arrest them. They rarely turned their sights on me, but when they did...well, it was rough. If anything could have gone wrong during this hunt, it did and then some.

And they turned every single thing into an opportunity to make fun of me.

“Y/N, do you want me to carry your bag for you? I know it's been hard to keep a grip on anything today, I don't mind helping you out.”

I glared at Dean, “No, I don't need you to carry it for me, I'm fi-” As if to add insult to injury, I tripped over my own feet as I entered the hotel room and nearly fell. The bag I was carrying lost the battle with gravity and fell to the ground. The contents spilled across the floor, but at least I was inside. I knelt to gather my things and heard Dean and Sam trying to contain their laughter. Without looking, I snapped, “What? What now?”

Sam, his voice strained from the effort of holding it together, was the one to answer, “It's just...umm...you might want to keep a pair of pants out of that bag. It seems like the ones you are wearing are also having a hard time keeping a grip on everything.”

I jerked my head around to glare at him, “What's that supposed to mean?”

Dean was shaking his head at Sam, his lip in a pout, but unfortunately for Sam he missed the cue to keep his mouth shut. “Your pants...ummm...they're ripped.”

I groaned as I threw my bag on the bed and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, I had split the seat of my pants, and my entire ass was hanging out. “Balls,” I muttered. These were my favorite pants. I grabbed a new pair of jeans from my bag, stormed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind me.

Today had been awful. I should have known the moment I woke up that I should have just let the guys go and take care of what would normally be a simple salt and burn. But the bunker felt stuffier than usual, and I was antsier than normal, so I jumped at the chance to get on the road.

The gas station incident should have been the first hint. I need it to be known that I enjoy gas station junk food, and I’m pretty sure my hips reflect that. However, I regret nothing. There is nothing better than a giant Slushee and a thing of nachos. The second thing you need to know is that we eat in the Impala all the time. We practically live out of the thing, so obviously my first thought when I gathered my quite possibly life shortening snacks was that I would settle into the backseat with my feet propped up while I listened to my favorite true crime podcast and vegged out with my delicious purchases.

Dean didn’t even give me a passing glance as I opened the door and set my stuff on the bench seat. The first mistake I made was putting the Slushee on the roof of the car and not paying attention to how close to the edge it was. The second mistake I made was not noticing where Sam was, or the fact that he was getting ready to shut his door as he folded his giant frame into the front seat. Just as I bent down to arrange my stuff Sam slammed his door shut, and the movement was just enough to topple the Slushee from the roof and down my back. In my haste to get away from the sudden coldness that was traveling down my shirt, I somehow managed to fling the rest of the Slushee into the backseat of the car, and my delicious, icy treat spilled across the leather. As I straightened up slowly, my eyes wide, I could feel Sam’s eyes on me as I took in the scene in front of me.

I think at this point, it is important to note that we have had far worse things in that backseat. We’ve bled on it, had dead bodies back there, and, on multiple occasions, all three of us have done unspeakable things to other people on it. In short, Baby has seen some shit. So in my opinion, Dean’s reaction was a little unwarranted. The moment he heard my shrill scream, he turned to look. By the time I had fully straightened up and looked at him over the roof, he was livid. Not the yelling kind of livid either, but the ‘silent but deadly’, shark eyed stare of someone planning my demise kind of livid.

“Dean, I am so sorry-”

“Stop. Don’t say another word. Just...go change your shirt.” I looked between Dean and the open door, but he stopped me before I could say anything, “Just go.”

I grabbed my bag, which miraculously had escaped the Slushee baptism, and trudged inside. By the time I’d cleaned off as well as I could and changed my shirt, Dean was back in the driver’s seat and the back was clear of my sugary beverage. I almost asked him where my snacks were when I caught Sam’s eye and he barely shook his head no. Message received.

After that, I really thought the day couldn’t get any worse. We would take care of the ghost, maybe I’d be the one to vanquish it in some badass way and get back in Dean’s good graces, and then Dean would be in a better mood. Problem number one with that assumption: Despite changing my shirt, I couldn’t reach all all of the Slushee and had been uncomfortable the rest of the day. I was sticky and irritated, and because the universe wasn't done screwing with me yet, I had been attacked by a number of yellow jackets that were apparently attracted to the sweet remains of my drink. This attack had elicited another shriek from me, and Sam and Dean just stood and laughed as I ran, flailing and yelling, into the house that we were supposed to be quietly entering so that we could take care of the ghost.

Problem number two with that assumption: That I would need to do something great to get back in Dean’s good graces. I was wrong in assuming that I would actively have to try, because apparently just seeing me fail was enough to put him in a better mood. When he and Sam finally followed me into the house to find me out of breath and nursing at least two yellow jacket stings, he had been wiping tears from his eyes.

“Oh man, I needed that. I absolutely needed that.” He had tossed me my gun, one of his old sawed offs, which I immediately dropped, the clatter of it echoing through the dingy hallway. Dean choked back a laugh and motioned for me to follow him as Sam went the other way. We had been scouting the house for several minutes in silence before he spoke again, “You alright?”

I looked at him with a scowl, “Yes. I’m just dandy.”

Dean looked at me, a ghost of a smile on that stupid, handsome face, “It’s just...you seem a little off today.”

“I am fine. Quit asking.”

“Are you sure? Because you aren't really acting like yourself…”

I spun around to look at him, “Dammit, Dean, get out of my ass! There's nothing-”

“Duck!”

I glared at him, my patience totally gone, “Seriously, Dean, I’m really done-” I’m interrupted again as he swings his shotgun up and I drop to the floor, muttering obscenities as both knees hit the hardwood, hard. I look up at Dean and he grins down at me.

“Sorry, Y/N, didn’t think you’d want to end up being the next victim. We’ve gotta find what that damn thing is attached to.”

“Y/N! Dean! I found something!” Dean helped me up out of the floor and I dusted off my jeans. I could already feel bruises forming on my knees as we walked towards Sam’s voice. We found him sitting at the kitchen table, a book spread out in front of him.

Dean sat down opposite of him and crossed his arms, “What’d you find?”

Sam spun it around so that it faced Dean, while I leaned against the door frame, silent and still in a bad mood. “It’s a journal. I don’t think we’re looking for a something. We’re looking for the actual bones. According to this, Josiah is buried somewhere on the property.”

I stood away from the door and grinned, “Great, I’ll go look for the grave, you guys keep an eye out here! I’ll be right back.” Dean laughed and I looked back at him, my eyes narrowed, “And what exactly is so funny?”

Dean turned to face me, “Are you seriously asking me that right now? You aren’t going out there alone, not after all your little incidents today. Nope. You’re gonna stay here with me, and Sammy will go look for the bones.”

Sam sighed, “Come on, I think Y/N can handle it.”

Dean’s laughter died off as he glared at Sam, “I said no, Sam. Does that journal mention where he might be?”

Sam nodded, “The general area, yea.”

Dean smiled, satisfied, “Great, you better get a move on then.” Sam groaned, grabbed his shotgun and the Impala keys, and stomped off. Dean looked back at me, “Think you can keep that gun in your hands long enough to keep the ghost busy?”

“Yes, Dean, I can.” I turned to leave the room and I heard Dean’s chair scrape the floor as he stood to follow me.

“Where do you think you're going?”

I spun around angrily, “Away from you.” I stormed off and made my way upstairs and away from Dean. He had no right to tell me what to do, like he was my father. I had made it most of the way down the hall when I felt a hand grab my elbow as if to stop me. “Dean, I swear to God, if you do not leave me alone-” I spun around to finish my verbal assault and was stopped by the pale, dead face of Josiah McElroy, the man who had been known for killing his wife then himself in a fit of jealous rage. I raised my shotgun but was too slow and he knocked it out of my hand. I stumbled backwards and landed flat on my ass. “Shit!” I looked around for anything that would work against the spirit in front of me and groaned when my back hit the wall at the end of the hallway. “Shit!” Just as Josiah’s hand came towards my throat and I crossed my arms in front of me in a futile attempt to defend myself, a shotgun blast echoed in the small area and I looked up to see Dean still holding the gun up, a small wisp of smoke curling up from the end.

“You can hold onto your gun just fine, huh?” I glared at him as I slowly stood and brushed off my jeans.

“Shut up.” He handed me my sawed off and grinned. That smug bastard. Just then I saw Josiah appear behind Dean, “Dean, DUCK!” I swung the gun up and Dean ducked to the side just in time for me to fill Josiah up with rock salt. I smirked, “You’re welcome.”

Dean stood carefully, “I’m just glad you remembered how to hold on to a gun.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ve not been that bad today.”

Dean laughed sarcastically, “Oh, you’ve been a poster child for proper gun control all day! Not to mention a perfect example of grace and charm. As a matter of fact, do you wanna drive the Impala after this is all said and done? Because I am sure nothing bad could come out of that.”

“Listen here, smart ass, I said I was sorry about the car, and you staring at me all the time is not helping anything-” Dean had moved closer to me as we were bickering and I was interrupted by him shoving me to the side as he let off another round into Josiah.

“I’m not staring at you! I’m making sure you don’t get any of us killed. It seems like today that involves keeping my eye on you, why can’t you just listen?”

“Because you’re bossy and annoying and I just really want to punch you in the face today, okay?” “Listen, sweetheart-” I had been walking away, but as soon as he said it, I felt my blood boil.

I whipped around and glared at him, “Don’t you dare call me sweetheart. We both know that you only call women sweetheart when you’re trying to be condescending and I swear to God if you pull that shit on me, I will punch you in the damn throat, Winchester. In. The. Throat.” I punctuated each word with a sharp jab to his chest, and got angrier when all I could think about was how well muscled he was. I took a step backwards to put space between us, “Just leave me alone, okay? Let’s just get this done and over with.”

“Y/N…”

I shook my head no and took another step back, “Nope, we’re done here. I’m not speaking to you for at least another hour. Done.”

“But you might want to-”

“I said no, Dean!” I should have let him finish because the moment I tried to take another step back, my foot found nothing by empty space and I had exactly three seconds to comprehend what was about to happen. Somehow, and as I sit in the bathroom remembering the chain of events and taking inventory of all my stings, scrapes, and bruises I am incredibly surprised by this, I managed to throw my weight enough that I fell forward instead of backwards down the stairs. I slid halfway down the rough wooden staircase before I was able to stop my downward descent and I sat in shock as I tried to catch my breath. Dean stopped at the head of the steps, his eyes wide, then began laughing when he realized I was okay.

“Oh shit, Y/N, are you alright?” He managed between wheezing laughs, his hands on his knees.

“Other than me almost breaking my damn neck, I am freaking peachy.” I stood carefully, and gingerly walked down the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“Outside,” I practically shouted, “Away from this ghost and away from you.” I heard Dean chuckle.

“What about the yellow jackets?” I froze as I contemplated what was worse, having to deal with what was inside of the house or the literal sting of defeat if I went outside. Before I could answer, Sam threw the door open and caught me in the shoulder. I stumbled backwards and for the third time in five minutes, landed on my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sam look as scared as he did in the moment his eyes met mine.

“Oh my God, Y/N...I’m….are you okay? I’m sorry!” He tried to help me up and I waved him off angrily.

“Give me the car keys.”

“But we’re good-”

“Give. Me. The. Keys.” He slowly handed them to me and I stormed out of the house, running past the few remaining yellowjackets, then threw myself into the backseat of the Impala after I started it so that I would have the air conditioning.

Sam and Dean slowly approached the car and I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at either of them. Both doors creaked open slowly, and I could hear the suspension groan as both men gently lowered their body weight onto the bench seat. There was silence for a moment before Dean decided to speak, “Are you okay?”

I responded without opening my eyes, “Just drive,” then rolled over and waited for the lull of the tires against pavement to put me to sleep.

I thought getting to the motel would be the end of it, but now I found myself in the bathroom, my favorite jeans ripped beyond repair and in the floor, and looking at all the bruises that had begun to form after my various mishaps. I pulled my newer jeans on and groaned at the effort it took to button them. Skinny jeans and diner food were not friends. I gathered my ruined pants and made my way out of the bathroom. My heart was set on laying down and I was on my way to do just that when I heard Dean yell.

“Y/N, catch!” But I didn’t catch whatever he threw because my hands were full, and the sound of a full can of beer hitting the linoleum floor and then exploding was the last thing I heard before I went full on rage mode.

“Are you KIDDING ME?? I JUST changed my clothes, and all I wanted was a nap. ALL I WANTED WAS PEACE AND QUIET FOR AN HOUR. ONE HOUR. Why would you even think throwing that at me was a good idea?? Did you want something else to laugh at today?? Well, LAUGH AT THIS.” I grabbed the Impala keys and stormed towards the door.

“Hey! You can’t just take my car-” I flipped Dean off over my shoulder and flung the door open.

“I can and I will.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get ice cream. Or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.” I slammed the door shut as I left both Winchesters looking at each other in confusion.

I decided while I was driving that I’d much rather have ice cream than commit a felony so I stopped at the little mom and pop ice cream shop I’d seen on our way in. While I sat and enjoyed my ice cream cone as I watched some little kids play in the small stream that flowed next to the parking lot, my phone kept going off. I didn’t look at it though, I knew who it was.

Despite my aggravation with Dean, I was mostly irritated with the fact that I couldn’t stay mad at him. I had to admit, had any of these things happened to Dean or Sam, I would have laughed just as hard as they did...and if I was being honest with myself, I’m just as relentless when it comes to teasing as both of them were. If I were being really honest with myself, I was just embarrassed that Dean had seen me fail multiple times in quick succession. My phone went off again and I sighed. Dean was probably freaking out over the Impala being gone. I jumped down from the table I was sitting on and slid into the driver’s seat. I hadn’t made it very far from the motel, so it only took a few minutes to pull up in front of the room. I shut the car off and sat in silence for a moment, unsure of how to talk to either Winchester after my little outburst.

I finally got out and slowly opened the motel door. Sam was gone, but Dean was sitting at the kitchenette table, spinning his phone around anxiously. As soon as the door clicked shut, he turned to see who it was and stood up quickly when he realized it was me.

“The Impala is fine and parked exactly where you left her, if that’s what you were worried about.” I tossed the keys to him and cringed inwardly. That wasn’t exactly an apology for my previous behavior, but I can’t say that I’ve ever prided myself for my social skills.

“That’s not what I was calling about.” He shoved the keys in his pocket and kept looking at me.

“Then what did you want?”

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed, “You were upset, you shouldn’t just storm off like that when you’re mad.”

I snorted, “Dean, you do that all the time! You are probably the angstiest person I know. Storming off angrily and driving away towards the sunset in the Impala is like your signature move.” He had moved closer to me as I rambled and I suddenly found myself looking up at him. His jawline looked like it could have been chiseled from marble. I made a mental note to thank Chuck for that later.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked with mine, “I do, but you don’t. You stay and talk about your feelings, not storm off. That’s why I like you, you don’t just bottle all that shit up and let it eat at you.”

I swallowed thickly, “You like me, Winchester?” I tried to sound cool, but my voice betrayed me and came out an octave higher than I meant for it to.

He smiled slightly, “I mean, you’re okay I guess.” I felt his hand brush hair behind my ear and I felt a blush creep across my cheeks. “I’m sorry we picked on you so much earlier. Next time you fall down the stairs or drop your gun five times in a row, I promise I’ll only laugh on the inside.”

I rolled my eyes, “That is the worst apology-” Dean’s lips against mine stopped my snarky remark and I closed my eyes, relishing how he felt. He was warm and soft, and smelled like gun oil and leather. He pulled away slowly and I sighed in disappointment.

“How was that for an apology?”

I nodded and made my best ‘moderately impressed’ face, “Ehhh, I think you could probably try a little harder. You did make fun of me a lot today.” Dean picked me up as he moved towards the bed and threw me down on the soft mattress.

“Alright, well, I guess I better work on my apologies, huh?”

I laughed, “I think this might be a good start.”

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92 Things ✨

I was tagged by @zigisbisexual thanks hun! THE LAST: 1. Drink: Lemonade 2. Phone call: My mom 3.. Text message: “I saw that😭” that was my reply to my cousin (a marvel fanatic like yours truly ☺️) who has sent me an instagram post of mark ruffalo talking about how we will never get a Hulk movie.  4. Song you listened to: Fetish by Selena Gomez  5. Time you cried: I think like two days ago when I watched the live premiere of Dunkirk and saw how happy Harry Styles was and his smile and happiness just literally made me cry. ❤️

HAVE YOU:   6. Dated someone twice: I have. Once. I’m glad it happened bc we definitely got more closure after the breakup the second time around. I believe that sometimes you have to go back to the the past to move onto the future.  7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No, absolutely not.   8. Been cheated on: Yes  9. Lost someone special: Yes. Um, my dad passed three years ago. In fact, his birthday was two days ago (July 14) I miss him all the time. 💔  10. Been depressed: I went through a short period of depression when my dad passed away. But I am SO happy to say that I feel great now.   11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Of course! 😂

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:  12. Amethyst (Pisces rule! 😝) 13. Teal Blue  14. Jet Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:  15. Made new friends: In real life and as well as on Tumblr. 16. Fallen out of love: Nope  17. Laughed until you cried: Oh totally. Every day.   18. Found out someone was talking about you: Nope.   19. Met someone who changed you: Yes 20. Found out who your friends are: Yes, but I also did that awhile back, too.  21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I have a fb but I only made one to use for games and to sign up for stuff faster. I don’t use it, so no.

GENERAL:  22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: None. 23. Do you have any pets: Not at the moment. 24. Do you want to change your name: When I was younger, I used to hate my name because I thought it was a boy’s name 🤦🏽‍♀️but I figured now if I change that would be doing to much.😂 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Went out to dinner.  26. What time did you wake up: Today? At like 12:45 pm lmaoo 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I was up all night reading Steve Rogers fan fiction. 😂😂😂 28. Name something you can’t wait for: I can’t wait to see Dunkirk so I can rep for my baby, Harry. I’m shook for Thor: Ragnork, Chris Hemsworth slays me. More books from Choices. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Yesterday, we went shopping. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Too many things to even name.  31. What are you listening right now: The Law and Order: SVU theme song. Can you say…ICONIC?  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My life 😂but really, I can’t think of anything right now.  34. Most visited Website: These past couple of weeks? Tumblr. Overall? Twitter. 35. Mole/s: Three small ones, actually. I have a small one on the side of my right thigh. The second one is a few inches under my knee or my right leg. The last one is on my ankle on my right foot. I always forget that they're there. 36. Fav song (at the moment): Definitely War of Hormone by BTS. Been listening to that bop on repeat. [this one was missing so I made this one] 37. Childhood dream: I want to be a singer. Still do.  38. Hair color: Jet Black  39. Long or short hair: Long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Besides celebrities, no.  41. What do you like about yourself: I like my smile, people are always complimenting me on it and that makes me happy.  42. Piercings: Besides my ears, none…yet. 43. Blood type: I actually don’t know, but I going to get my blood drawn tomorrow so I will find out.  44. Nickname: I have a lot but I dont feel like typing all of them. 45. Relationship status: Single  46. Zodiac: Pisces 🌟 47. Pronouns: She/her  48. Favorite TV Show/s: Supernatural, Grey’s Anatomy, Teen Wolf 49. Tattoos: I have quite a few so I’ll talke about two. “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” Across my right forearm and “To be loved; to be in love” on my right hip 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: No 52. Hair dyed in different color: I dye the tips of my hair every once in awhile. Right now, they are a dark blue. 53. Sport: I play lacrosse but I love watching football. 54. Favorite Food: Macaroni and Cheese 😋( this was also missing) 55. Vacation: Last year, my friends and I went to Vegas to celebrate our friends 21st bday! 56. Pair of trainers: Um, I don’t have one.

MORE GENERAL:  57. Eating: Nothing currently but I’m definitely thinking about macaroni and cheese right now. 58. Drinking: Nothing atm  59. I’m about to: To do nothing  60. Marvel or DC: Marvel, all day every day! 🔥but Wonder Woman was badass 👏🏼👏🏼[this one was missing as well] 61. Waiting for: Life to cut me some slack 8232;62. Want: to meet all the members of One Direction   63. Get married: In the future, yes 64. Career: I work on my college campus in the cafe. 8232;65. Hugs or kisses: kisses 💋 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. 8232;67. Shorter or taller: I’m 5'8, so I love my height just the way it is  68. Older or younger: I don’t date people younger than me. Not saying I won’t because I can’t tell the future but I just prefer them to be the same age or older. 69. -Missing- 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: This is the weirdest and most random question, Idek how to answer.  71. Sensitive or loud: It depends, I can be both. As a Pisces, I’m very in touch with my emotions. BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN WE CRY ALL THE TIME BC WE LITERALLY DONT. Tbh, we are one of the most ruthless signs out there. 😂😂And as you can see above, I can get loud.  72. Hook up or relationship: I love hook-ups. They can be really fun and totally chill and relaxed. Overall, relationships. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Definitely Troublemaker but I do think about the consequences before doing said “troublemaking things” I think before I do/talk.

HAVE YOU EVER:  74. Kissed a stranger: Hell yeah, how do yal think a hook up starts? 😂😂😂im kidding but yes, I have. 75. Drank hard liquor: Plenty. I had another “hook up” joke but I thought, “nahhh, better not.“ 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I don’t wear glasses. 77. Turned someone down: Yea 78. Sex in the first date: This is weird, but none of my first dates ever led to sex or a second date even lmao. Usually hooks ups were just once or twice and then gone. 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yup 80. Had your heart broken: Of course 81. Been arrested: Welllll….I was held for a period of time in a place where police officers work while in handcuffs.😂GUYS KIDDING AGAIN but no I have not and I don’t want to be. 82. Cried when someone died: Definitely 83. Fallen for a friend: I have.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:  84. Yourself: Eh 😂but on a good day yes 85. Miracles: Sometimes  86. Love at first sight: Sometimes  87. Santa Claus: I did when I was little bc those Santa Claus movie with Tim Allen movies were LIT AF  88. Kiss on the first date: Always. I believe that if we don’t have enough chemistry/didn’t have a good enough time on the first date, we shouldn’t be going on another.  89. Angels: Yes

OTHER:  90. Current best friend’s name: Tayla (She’s literally the Cristina to my Meredith, the Stiles to my Scott, she’s my fucking person)  91. Eye color: Brown 92. Favorite movie: I have wayyy to many, so I’ll name my three. Footloose (2011), Burlesque, Captain America; TWS

FINALLY Done! I’m going to tag a few people, @zigbadboy @gingerjane15 @lanapowellblog @ohmymaxwell @princeleolicious @asfhdj

#ask meme #personal asks

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