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barnesandnobleoffanfictions · 6 years

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Hello. Do you have a prompt list?

Yes I do!! Here the prompts I have saved that I haven’t done yet!!

1. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

2. "Stop being grumpy. It's lame."

3. "Dance with me!"

4. "Maybe... I love you."

5. "I just want my best friend back."

6. "Well, only because you're pretty."

7. "Why do I love you so much?”

8. "I don't always need you to protect me."

9. "Is that my shirt?"

10. "You lied to me."

11. "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

12. "I got you, it's okay. It's okay."

13. "If I die, I'm going to haunt your ass."

14. "That's gross."

15. "What? I meant it as a compliment."

16. "Did you seriously just wipe your popcorn fingers on me?"

17. "Rainbow sprinkles? I asked for chocolate, what the fuck."

18. "You don't even know what this stuff means, you just say it to try to be cool. Ily? Rofl? Pbj?"

19. "I'm not playing Uno with you... not after you made me draw four."

20. "Next time you're hung over, I'm not going to hold your head out of the toilet. I'm going to let you drown."

21. "I love you the mostest."

22. "The floor is lava! I will save you."

23. "Thank God you're not a parent."

24. "If I had a choice to kiss you or to breathe... well, I'd breathe."

25. "You stubbed your toe, you're not dying."

26. "Why won't you let me see your yearbook?"

27. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

28. “Stay with me”

29. “I can’t breathe”

30. “I hate how much I love you”

31. “Why are you so jealous?”

32. “Where do you think you’re going”

33. “Just leave me alone”

34. “I need some time”

35. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

36. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

37. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

38. “Just talk to me”

39. “If you insist”

40. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

41. “Why are you so nice to me”

42. “We’ll get through this, I promise”

43. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

44. “You’re mine. I don’t share”

45. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

46. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

47. “Make me”

48. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

49. “I think I forgot how to breath”

50. “You’re blushing”

51. “I missed something didn’t I?”

52. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

53. “Well this is awkward.”

54. “You look like you need a hug”

55. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

56. “Please come home, I miss you”

57. “You’re so fucking adorable”

58. “How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

59. “I’m pregnant”

60. “You’re lucky you’re cute”

61. “Cuddle me.”

62. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

63. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

64. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

65. "Im too sober for this”

66. “Oh god, I need a drink”

Have a great day :)!

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barnesandnobleoffanfictions · 6 years

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I just found your account and read '36 seconds' and HOLY DAMN . A lot of writers put angst as a warning but it isn't even angsty . You really know how to kill a girl , don't you ? Great talent ! Time to binge read 😂❤️

Aw thank you for the kind words!! Glad you enjoyed it. Let me know how you like the rest!!

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barnesandnobleoffanfictions · 6 years

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“I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters.”

A novel by me

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barnesandnobleoffanfictions · 6 years

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Prompt 14 with dean?

Sorry for the late reply anon here it is enjoy :)

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barnesandnobleoffanfictions · 6 years

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Typical Tuesday

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt: “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” “Oh god, we’re going to die aren’t we?” “It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.” “You absolutely do not.”

Summary: Vampire hunts on Thanksgiving.

Warnings: Typical canon shit, light fluff, unprotected smut (wrap it before you tap it irl!!), i didnt write with the intentions of angst but it definitely is there. Swearing (I always swear, sorry). A/N: hey guys this is really late because I’ve not mentally been good but heres a request I started in November & finished now (end of December). This was a request so sorry to the poor anon who probably thinks I ignored them — I love you & i didnt forget you I just suck rn. However I am jumping back on the boat and more requests are being filled.

The last few weeks had been stressful, it seemed like cases came one after another like a never ending tidal wave. You and the boys both took turns being on the mend as injuries came and went like always. Right when you thought you’d get a break for the holidays, Dean digs out another case.

Your body was exhausted and you trudged to the Impala. Dean brought you to a motel for the night where you two shared a bed and Sammy slept in the one adjacent. None of you showered, you only dropped your bags by the door and buried yourselves under the covers. Dean’s arms wrapped around your middle and you buried your face in his chest.

You all slept for hours shifting in and out of blankets. Every once in a while one of you would shuffle around the room getting water or going to the bathroom. When you woke late the next day Dean was taking out fresh clothes from his duffle bag. When he heard you stir he gave you a light hearted smile.

“Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” He asked with a wink. You groaned loudly and rubbed an eye. “You never stop do you?” Sam asked bitterly sitting up on his own bed. You closed your eyes and let your face fall back into the pillow. “I found something big.” Dean added pulling the blanket from your body. “Oh god, we’re going to die aren’t we?” You asked sarcastically. Dean rolled his eyes, “It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.”

“You absolutely do not.” Sam cut in.

“I heard there’s a vampire nest near the bunker.”

You snorted turning your head to look at Dean. “Yep, we’re definitely dying.”

“We’re leaving in an hour, now I’m going to shower.” Dean picked up his clothes and began walking to the bathroom. “Want to join?” He asked smirking. You bit your lip and sighed, he sure did know how to get you out of bed. Sam groaned when you rushed from the bed and passed Dean in the door frame and pulled him by his t-shirt. You giggled and Dean shut the door behind him. Meeting him for a kiss you cup his cheek.

Dean pulled back to bring your shirt up over your head and onto the floor. It only took another second for his shirt to join yours. His eyes raked down your body and you took advantage of the pause to press him back against the counter.

Your lips met his again, his fingers tangled in your hair. Unlatching your bra you felt his free hand rip it further away from your body until it fell to your feet. Dean broke the kiss to suck at the skin on your neck. Turning your head away to give him more access you brought one hand to his hair and the other ghosted down his stomach until it reached the waistband of his jeans. You moaned when he found a sensitive spot and brought your hips flush against his.

He dipped his fingers in the front of your pants, granting a small whimper from your lips. “Baby Sammy is out there.” You protested. “He’s a big boy, he can plug his ears if he doesn’t want to listen.” Dean chuckled fumbling with the button of your jeans. “Personally I love the sounds you make.” He said slowly dragging your jeans and panties down your hips.

Dean lifted you up onto the counter and began unbuckling his belt. You drank in the sight of him stripping before you. You helped him push his jeans down and slipped your hand into his boxers to free his erection. His lips found the skin of your neck and you moaned at the touch. Slowly wrapping your hand around his cock, you pumped him lightly feeling the pulse of his veins. Dean gripped his hands under your thighs and worked your legs apart. You brought your freehand to the small of his back and guided him inside you. Dean’s hands pressed into your hip and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as you clenched around him.

“You’re beautiful.” Dean whispered into your ear as he dragged himself back slowly. With an agonizing slowness Dean snapped his hips back to yours and back again. The anticipation overcame you and you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled your hips together. He supported your weight and moaned lightly. Dean wrapped your leg around his waist and you tightened your grip around him. Spinning you around, Dean pushed you up against the wall opposite of the mirror.

One of his hands roughly landed next to your head on the wall and the other held onto your leg. Dean licked his lips quickly before planting a sweet kiss on yours. You brought one hand to his hair and pulled him closer. As the kiss deepened Dean began rolling his hips, thrusting himself inside you entirely before almost pulling out completely. Every time he buried himself in you a small moan left your lips. “Don’t be quiet, I want to hear you.” Dean grunted.

Shifting slightly Dean pulled your body closer to his by gripping further up your thigh. The pressure of his fingers on your skin could have left bruises. His other hand found your shoulder and pushed you back further into the wall. Dean thrusted into you erratically, the force of your bodies colliding sent echos of your skin slapping together throughout the bathroom. Your skin felt on fire and the pressure began to build in your abdomen as you reached your climax.

Dean found your g-spot, causing his name to stutter out of your mouth repeatedly. You dug your nails into his skin as your orgasm neared. “Baby.” You moaned snapping your hips forward to meet his. “I know, so close.” Dean managed bringing his forehead forwards to meet yours. You rolled your hips to meet each of his thrusts until you found your release within each other.

Your legs trembled and your breathing was heavy and uneven. Looking past Dean for the first time you caught eyes with yourself in the mirror. Your skin was tainted with sweat and your cheeks were flushed. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your hands left marks over Dean’s shoulders. The muscles in Dean’s back were prominent, you took the opportunity to trace them as he paused to recover.

“You see how beautiful you are?” Dean asked kissing under your ear and burying his face in your neck. His hands ghosted over your sides until he held his grip and slid his cock out of you. Your legs fell heavy to the floor, causing you to sway slightly. You anchored yourself between Dean’s body and the wall. Picking up your head you smiled, your (y/e/c) eyes meeting with his beautiful green ones. “You are my heart Dean Winchester.”

Instead of replying Dean brought his lips to yours and held you in a kiss. Running your fingertips through the hairs on the base of his neck you chuckled. “We’ll never make it out of here in an hour at this rate.” Dean chuckled with you, pulling away. “Lets get cleaned up then.”

After leaving the motel, the entire next day you spent driving through states to chase after the case Dean had found. By the time you reached the town the vampires were in, it was three in the morning. You woke up from a nap in the backseat of the Impala wrapped in a sweater. Dean and Sam were discussing previous victims and different locations from information they could gather. When you stretched your arms and let a soft sigh escape Sam turned his head to find you looking out the windows of the car. “Good morning sleepy head.” Dean teased.

“Morning.” You replied shortly rubbing one of your tired eyes. Making eye contact with Sam you smiled, “What day is it?” You asked meekly.

“Thursday.”

Sam hummed to himself and rubbed his temple. “Need to sleep?” You asked. He shook his head. “No, I’ll take the back when we leave though. Were like twenty minutes out. We were about to wake you up.” He answered. “What do we have going on?”

“Abandoned wear house said to be where the vampires are holed up.” Sam replied simply. The rest of the ride was silent and you began loading your gun. When you arrived to the warehouse the windows were all shattered and the streetlights down the road were all burnt out.

The cold wind surrounded you, whirling your hair around your face as you exited the car. Dean and Sam loaded guns from the trunk of the car, handing things back and forth between themselves.

After grabbing vials of Dead Men’s Blood and machetes you all followed Dean to the entrance of the warehouse. Dread filled the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the door.

“Dean it’s thanksgiving, why are we picking a fight when we don’t have to? Can’t we just go home and spend time together?” You begged grabbing onto his arm. He turned to face you, readjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder. “We will Sweetheart. Right after we ruin their turkey feast.” Dean smiled and continued forward, walking out of your reach. You sent Sam a look of defeat. He returned it with a shrug and a sigh before following Dean into the warehouse.

Both the boys went in before you, keeping their knives aimed low. The warehouse was quiet and eerie. You scanned the rafters and turned hesitantly waiting for someone to come out of the dark corners. The sound of the boy’s boots on the concrete floors echoed through the vast space. The aisle separated and you all shared a quick glance before separating. The dim lights hung from the ceiling swung as air drafted in from inside. You couldn’t tell shadows from bodies ghosting out of your eyesight. You felt your heart begin to thump heavily in your chest. Sighting slightly you urged yourself to focus. The lights turned off, the sound of the power going off followed. With the machinery all shut down the warehouse was so silent your gasp sounded like a yell. “Guys!” Dean called distantly. With a quick check over your shoulder you ran back down the aisle to where you just saw the boys. When you arrived neither of them were in sight. “What the fuck.” You groaned, turning to look around. Tightening your grip on the knife you took several steps forward.

“You’re going to need a much bigger knife than that.” A sarcastic voice caught you off guard. Instinctively your arm came around your knife aimed directly at the heart of the person behind you. The cold fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping your movement. “Where are Sam and Dean?” You hissed struggling to release yourself from the man’s grasp. “Not to worry about dear.” “You don’t get to tell me what to worry about.” You retorted. “Might I remind you who is calling the shots?” The man laughed snapping your wrist. The knife fell from your hand and clattered to the ground. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle the cry threatening to erupt from your throat. He let of your wrist and you brought it closely to your stomach, holding it gingerly. “What do you want?” You demanded stepping back.

“You hunt me, I hunt you.” He replied simply. “Sam is first. Then you watch Dean. Then it’s your turn to run.”

“You bastard. Where are they?”

The man paced, relaxing his hand behind his back. “I think telling you would defeat the purpose.” You cocked an eyebrow dropping your good hand to your side. “I’m going to find out anyways.”

The vampire closed his eyes, eyes crinkling with laughter. “You think so don’t you.”

Your fingers brushed over he buttons of your cellphone in your front pocket. You assumed you found the right key and pressed it roughly, hoping the speed dial would go through. Rock music erupted into the still air and the man sent you a glare. “Found him.”

Everything went quickly after that. You could hear the struggle Dean and Sam were having distantly. The vampire stalked toward you. Your wrist was broken, your knife on the floor and your gun was useless. It would slow him slightly but would only aggravate him more. You turned slightly, running away while keeping your eyes locked on him. He approached rapidly and you ducked into another aisle looking for something to protect yourself. Dean called your name, he sounded closer now. “She’s busy!” The vampire laughed. Large metal shelves rowed throughout the warehouse, only acting as obstacles. You entered an open space, looking so frantically around for direction that you misplaced your footing and stumbled to the ground. Your wrist twisted again underneath you. You only gave a short grunt of recognition to the pain and tried to scramble back up. However when you got to your feet the man was stopped, several feet away. “I didn’t intend for you to be the first one to die, but damn you are a pest.”

With every few steps you took backward he took forward. Your back reached one of the tall shelves. “That makes two of us.” You snapped, latching your arm onto the shelf behind you and pulled your weight forward.The large structure creaked but tipped over slowly. You spent the seconds before it crashed down pulling them more, hoping to get them to have a more damaging fall. You worried how badly you’d get hurt, but the thought only came for a second. You werent sure how to brace yourself, but it wasnt long before the shelf hit your back and pinned you to the floor. You couldnt see the vampire anymore, your head was disoriented from hitting the concrete. Noises echoed but you couldnt process them. Your breaths were being shortened from the pressure on your back, restricting your chest. Out of the darkness you saw Sam and Dean rushing forward. “Get him.” You called out fighting the urge to close your eyes. Sam struggled to lift the metal frame but when he did Dean rushed under and dragged you out. “Did you get him?” You asked again. Neither responded but Dean carried you in his arms, wincing at the cry of pain you let out when he moved you too roughly. “She definitely broke bones.” Sam said leading out of the warehouse. When the cold air outside whipped on your skin you closed your eyes. “No stay awake Sweetheart.” Dean urged nudging you in his arms. Sam opened the backdoor of the Impala and Dean laid you down on the seat. “You’re going to be okay.” Dean said kissing your forehead.

You breathed out holding eye contact. “Did you get him?”

“Yes Sweetheart we did. Thanks to you.”

“Just a typical Tuesday.” You joked in a breathy laugh. Dean shot Sam an alarmed look over his shoulder. “It’s Thursday.” You tried to refocus on Deans face but the colors you saw started to blur together. Shaking your head you fought to keep your eyes open. You felt your muscles lax and your eyes closed once again.

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Ephemeral

Dean x Reader

Summary: All she wants is to live. All he wants is to save her. This is the story of their last road trip together.

Warnings: Angst (that’s surprising, I know), mentions of a brain aneurysm. More angst. And fluff, cause I’m not that evil. Or am I?

Thanks to @there-must-be-a-lock for always being a sweetheart and betaing for me. 😘

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So in season 6 episode 17 the Titanic was apparently “unsunk” by a Gordon Ramsey looking Walmart verison of an angel named Bathsalts because he didn’t like the fucking movie.

ANYONE ELSE FEELING PERSONALLY ATTACKED?

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So in season 6 episode 17 the Titanic was apparently “unsunk” by a Gordon Ramsey looking Walmart verison of an angel named Bathsalts because he didn’t like the fucking movie.

ANYONE ELSE FEELING PERSONALLY ATTACKED?

#supernatural #supernatural funny #supernatural meme #supernatural gag reel

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Nothing

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt 27: “You shouldn’t have heard that.”

Prompt 90: “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”

Summary: In a rough patch in Dean and (Y/N)’s relationship, Dean finds himself between the sheets with another woman. He tries to hide it from her as he figures out how to handle his mistake. When (Y/N) finds out Dean has to accept the fact he might have lost her completely, without you he has nothing.

Dean had been quiet towards you lately. Morning chatter over coffee turned into long sighs and adverted gazes. In the car he didn’t rest his hand on your thigh like he normally did and he turned the radio up to prevent conversation. At dinner he took his plate and sat on the chair by himself instead of the couch in his usual spot next to you. In bed at night his arm didn’t drape lazily over your side anymore and not one part of your body touched his.

You weren’t use to this life with Dean, now finding you have a harder time getting comfortable without his warmth by you constantly. You craved his innocent and caring touches when he would tuck loose hairs out of your face or when he’d brush his hand across yours. The few times you tried to ask him what you’d done wrong he avoided the conversation.

You woke up to a cold bed and Dean no where to be found. You weren’t entirely sure if he even came to bed last night. You sighed and pushed out of the covers. Grabbing a sweater, you made your way out to the kitchen. Once arriving you found Sam and Dean both sitting, sending hard glances to each other. You shifted uncomfortably and looked down to the floor. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No.” They replied, Dean looking nervous. You nodded your head and moved to the coffee pot pouring yourself a cup. When you finished you grabbed Dean’s cup and refreshed his coffee. Placing it down on the table you gently kissed his forehead and left the room.

The mug was warm in your cold hands but it did little to stop the chill that ran through your body. While the bathroom was drafty the shower warmed the aches out or your body.

Dean sighed when he heard the water running. “What are you going to tell her?” Sam asked running a hand through his hair. “Nothing, I’m not going to tell her.” Dean replied taking a sip of the coffee that you made him.

Sam’s jaw tensed. “She’s going to find out sometime Dean. How do you think she’s going to feel when she finds out and you’re hiding it from her?” Dean felt the guilt riddle his body as he imagined the woman he spent previous night with. He couldn’t bear to imagine the pain he’d put you in. He bit back the anger and stood from his place. “She wont find out because we won’t tell her.”

Sam stood as well, squaring off across from Dean. “You still have time to fix this, just tell her dude.” Dean glanced behind him to the hallway you disappeared to. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Sorry I cheated on you with a random girl because I thought you liked my brother.’ That’s crazy Sam, she’ll never forgive me for that.”

Sam took a step closer keeping his voice low. “You know what’s actually crazy is that you don’t love her enough to be honest with her. After everything you’ve told me and after everything you guys have been through you’d rather lie than admit you made a mistake.” Dean stayed silent and looked around. Taking in a deep breath he thought his next words out in his head.

“I feel like I’m going to lose her either way.”

“You brought it upon yourself.” Sam agreed running his over his jacket.

Dean gritted his teeth, clenching his fist by his side. “You think I don’t know that Sam!” From the bathroom you heard Dean yell and brought a towel to dry your hair as you returned to the kitchen. “You’re not the only one who’s going to lose her. She means just as much to me as she does to you, just in a different way. Now you fucked up because you were too insecure to talk about your feelings and you screwed some blonde at the bar. If she means anything to you, you should at least have the decency to tell her.” When Sam finished he closed his eyes and let out a breath.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. “She means-“

“You cheated on me?” Your voice cracked when you spoke. The tension polluted the air as soon as the words left your lips. Dean turned, taking in your figure standing in the doorway. You hair was wet from your shower and you clenched the towel in your hand. “Baby I-“ “Do not ‘Baby’ me. Answer the question.” You cut him off. You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. Sam cleared his throat and you turned your attention to him. “You shouldn’t have heard that.” He said lowly.

“Yeah well I did. Is it true Dean?” He flinched at the volume of your voice but he knew he deserved it. “Yes.” His eyes locked with yours and you felt your heart shattered in your chest. You tried to take several breaths to clear your head but you only felt a sharp ache in your chest. Dozens of thoughts ran through your head. A small whimper escaped from your throat. “Why? What did I do wrong?” You asked. Once the first few tears made their way down your cheeks they couldn’t be stopped. “You didn’t do anything wrong (Y/N).” Dean answered. You threw the towel at him in anger. “Then why Dean? Why did you do it? If I didn’t do anything wrong then what the fuck is going on?” You ran a hand through your hair in frustration. Dean glanced over to Sam before answering. “I thought you liked Sam.”

“So you-“ You paused, feverishly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Who was it?” The question caught Dean by surprise but he willed himself to answer. “I don’t know, we met last night. She didn’t mean anything I promise.” Dean’s eyes were begging you to believe him. “You seem to be good at making a girl feel that way.” You replied bitterly grabbing the keys to the Impala from the table. “Where are you going?” Sam called after you as you stalked to the door. Two sets of footsteps followed but you didn’t bother fighting them off. You slipped on a pair of sneakers you had by the door and made your way to the car.

“Where are you going (Y/N)?” Sam asked, the sounds of his footsteps quickened. “I don’t know Sam! I need to think, okay?” You yelled, violently opening the driver’s side door. You pressed the buttons to lock the door and threw the keys inside. Shutting the door you looked both of the brother’s over once. “All I know is I’m getting out of here and you guys aren’t going to follow me.”

Sam went to protest but Dean grabbed at his shoulder. “Call us if you need us. Be safe.” His voice was sincere but you could tell he didn’t want to let you go. Your sweater didn’t do much to block the cold from nipping at any exposed skin. You stared at your feet while you walked, trying to figure out how you feel. For you there was no life without Dean, no matter how difficult it could be. Even with this understanding you couldn’t stop the images of him running his hands over a phantom girl in your mind. The looks he normally gave you he was giving her. She was beautiful, you knew that he wouldn’t have slept with her if she wasn’t.

You pictured her being everything you wanted to be, having everything you wanted to have. Her skin was softer, hair was smoother, wyes were brighter. She didn’t have scars littering her body or nightmares haunting her dreams at night. You knew that in some way Dean loved you, that it was just a mistake. You also knew that Dean saw something in her that he didn’t see in you. You wanted to go back and yell at him until he gave you the answers you thought you needed. You knew you’d end up breaking down in front of him no matter how hard you tried not to. You strayed from the main streets, sticking to barren back roads so passers by couldnt see you crying. The hollowness you felt in your bones was joined with the twist of hunger in your stomach. The road you were on was long, only one house in sight. Because you felt so quickly you didn’t have money but your phone was still in your pocket. You hesitated from pulling it out but still you called Sam and asked him you to find you. Castiel got the keys out of the car and joined Sam in the backseat for the ride. When they pulled up you avoided eye contact and slipped into the front seat. Cas put his hand on your shoulder, you turned to face him. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” You smiled sadly. “You don’t look fine.” Sam intervened pulling off the side of the road. “Then stop looking.” You snapped. For the rest of the ride you sat with your head on your knees staring out the window. At the bunker Dean grazed his fingers over the few pictures of you he had. Some you smiled for, others he took when you were unaware, the last few of you two together. He never felt the need to look at them, you were always there to look at in person. The thought that he would never be able to see that happiness he gave you again made his heart ache. If you left these pictures would be the only thing he had of you. Your smell would ware off in the next few weeks, your clothes emptied from the closet, you laughter replaced with silence. Even though he had Sam and a safe place to live, he has nothing without you. He didn’t deserve any of it if he made you leave. This was your home too and he made you want to leave. He couldn’t blame you if you packed your bags and walked out the door for good. You would always be the best part of him. When he heard your tentative footsteps outside your bedroom door he waited for you to speak. You greeted him sheepishly, taking a seat next to him on the bed. “I’m sorry it takes losing you to figure out how much you mean to me.” Dean said with glossy eyes. “You didn’t lose me.” “I should.” He replied bitterly. Before you could question him, he continued. “You deserve so much better than this, so much better than I could give you. So much better than I’ve been to you.”

You shook your head but he continued on. “How can I make it up to you? What can I do to make it right?” He pleaded. With a dry chuckle you put your hand over his but he pulled away. “Don’t do this again.”

Dean scoffed, “You think I would?” He stood then, standing in front of you. “You shouldn’t forgive me this easy (Y/N). I don’t deserve it.”

You pushed yourself to the edge of the bed sighing. “I needed my own time to think Dean. And while I wish I could understand what you did I can’t. All I know is that I can’t be myself if you’re not there. So if you’re worried about me loving Sam I don’t and if you’re worried that I’m leaving I’m not. Our lives are too short and too uncertain to walk away from the best thing I’ve ever found,” You closed the space and put a hand on his cheek, “you.”

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Hello, would you like to do prompt no. 91 for Sherlock x Reader? Thank you.

Here you go!! Hope you enjoy!

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Just Friends

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Request: @coffeandcheese “Hello, would you like to do prompt no. 91 for Sherlock x Reader? Thank you.”

Prompt: 91. “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Summary: Sherlock and Y/N have been friends for a very short few months after being introduced by John. Sherlock tells of his feelings for her. When he finally takes it upon himself to make a move he worries over the reader’s response and might have possibly ruined their friendship.

It was truly the silliest thing to Sherlock, standing in line at the grocery store staring at your features in the harsh light. The time neared midnight but you still had errands to run and he’d be damned to let you do them alone in the dark London streets.

You hummed to yourself as you swayed back and forth, shifting your weight between your legs. Carrying a load of groceries in your arms, your eyes fluttered closed occasionally from exhaustion. You had been out with Sherlock all night for a case and there would be no time for you to run errands for the next week. While he was looking over your peaceful face, Sherlock didn’t hear the cashier urging you forwards. He quickly adverted his gaze before you opened your eyes and put his few items onto the counter. You followed suit flashing a tired smile to the the woman.

“Do you have any other place you need to go?” Sherlock asked quietly leaning closer to you. “Yes but no place that’s open now. I guess this will do for a few days. At least I won’t starve.” You said pulling out your wallet. Sherlock put his card on the counter and began grabbing the bags.

“What else do you need?” He insisted. “I’ve got a list but you didn’t have to pay Sherlock.” He shook you off and started the short trek back to your apartment.

“How do you even have money anyways? You don’t have a job.” You pressed following closely behind.

“Not of your concern (Y/N). Give me the list and I will make sure you get everything by the time you come home tomorrow.” You pressed your lips together and contemplated his words.

After a minute you finally spoke. “Why?” You could see the tension in Sherlock’s back but he continued on without a word. You dropped your grocery bags to the ground and moved to grab his wrist. The stern look on his face melted at the contact. “Because we’re friends (Y/N), it’s what they do.”

“Yeah Sherlock I get it, you want to take care of me. I appreciate it, I do but I can take care of myself.” You argued. Sherlock met his eyes with yours and sighed. “You already have various things going on and John and I always take priority over it all. I thought I’d show my gratitude for that. I know you can take care of yourself, I’d just like you to know you don’t have to do everything alone.”

You felt your face soften at his words. “I know I’m not alone Sherlock, you and John remind me that very much almost every day. You get priority because I care about you.”

“I do as well.” He replied nodding his head. Sherlock adjusted his coat squeamishly and avoided your eyes. You smiled at his words, knowing how detached he normally way. “I didn’t expect to hear that from you.” You said with a soft smile.

Sherlock cleared his throat, when he spoke his voice was hard. “I didn’t expect to be saying it.”

The tension was back, you could see it in his movements. It worried you how cold he could turn within seconds of showing emotion. You closed the gap between the two of you with short steps. Your fingers brushed across his forehead, pushing loose curls out of his eyes.

“It’s just me Sher, you don’t have to hide.”

Sherlock’s brows furrowed and he shook his head. “You gotta stop doing that.” “Stop doing what?” You asked lowly. Sherlock’s breath fanned across your cheek, you felt the warmth at your ear. “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

His words caught you by surprise and as it registered in your brain he pulled away. You reached out for him but he stepped out of your reach. “Why don’t you then?”

“We’re just friends (Y/N). What I do is dangerous to you. I don’t want to because I care about you, I won’t put you in harms way because I want to be selfish.” The hurt in his green eyes were apparent but his face was calm. He bent down to retrieve the shopping bags. You stepped forward taking his face between your hands and bringing his lips to yours. He stayed stiff in the kiss but you put in as much feeling as you could. “It’s not being selfish if it’s what I want too.” You breathed before returning to the kiss. His hands found your sides and you ran your fingers through his curls.

When he pulled away Sherlock knew that he had to have you for his own. There was no way he could stand being just friends after the way he held you close like this.

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