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shingekinohyrulewrites · 2 years

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Unteachable

After a chance encounter at your town's Summer's End Carnival, you hook up with a hottie.

Only to find out he's your English teacher.

Just a reminder that this fic displays a teacher/student relationship, where the reader is 17. This sort of relationship is NEVER okay, especially given the power difference between a teacher and student. This is a clear abuse of power. So if this is a topic/trope that greatly bothers you, I would suggest seeking other fics out.

THERE BE SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY PLEASE

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The first week of school flew by, and you somehow managed to act normally around Kai in class. The two of you had planned out your first date, and he was set to pick you up at noon to drive over to the next town. Thankfully, your parents always were out on Saturdays to run errands, leaving you alone to your own devices.

You took your time getting ready, braiding your hair away from your face and applying light makeup. You settled on a floral print blouse with a low cut paired with some jeans and white sneakers. As the clock ticked and approached noon, nervousness immediately flooded your senses. You walked back and forth along your living room as you waited, eyes flicking over to the clock above the television.

Five minutes before noon, your phone began to buzz in your pocket. Jumping, you snatched it out before fumbling and dropping it on the ground. You quietly cursed to yourself as you picked it up and hit “answer.”

“Hi angel, I’m down the street. I hope that’s okay.”

“I’ll be right there!”

Kai had reminded you yesterday that you both needed to be discreet, and you assured him that he could rely on you. Sucking in a breath, you grabbed your bag, locking the door behind you before you rushed off down the street. Parked underneath a wide tree, Kai sat in the driver seat of the familiar Audi. Flashes of your first night together played in your head and you secretly hoped you could recreate the magic of that night. Smiling, you opened the passenger door and slid inside.

“Hi angel.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight of Kai. He was dressed casually, which was a sharp contrast to his business casual garb at school. He wore a black T shirt tucked into a pair of dark jeans, accentuating the toned muscles of his arms and thighs.

“Hi,” you greeted him shyly.

He leaned across the center console to kiss you, his lips pulling up into a smile as he moved away.

“We best be off.”

Starting the car, he typed the directions of the bookstore into his GPS before pulling slowly into the street. His hand reached for yours, interlacing them atop your thigh. The affectionate gesture had butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you bashfully looked away out the window.

The car ride was silent except for the music playing quietly in the background. Your nerves were preventing you from starting a conversation, and you hoped the calm atmosphere of the bookstore would help. The GPS stated it would be a twenty minute drive, so you began coming up with conversation starters in your head.

The bookstore was located on a quiet street, a sign haphazardly hanging off that read FRESH COFFEE blinking slowly. He pulled into a parking spot on the street, turning off the car before turning to look at you. Smiling, he gave you another quick peck before slipping out of the car. You swiftly followed, scrambling to his side and giving him a soft smile. He returned it before grabbing your hand and leading you inside.

The coffee shop was on the first floor, with a broad staircase leading to the second and third floors that contained the bookstore. You two surveyed the menu before swiftly ordering and settling at a table in the corner. Smiling, he leaned on his elbows as he studied your face.

“Are you as nervous as I am?”

You laughed, feeling the tension immediately leave your body. It was a relief to know he was just on edge as you were, and you suddenly felt silly at your previous behavior.

“Yeah, I thought it was just me.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date.”

“Oh?”

A sharp pang of jealousy struck you at the thought of Kai being with other girls. It was stupid, you knew, but the thought just didn’t sit well with you.

“I’ve had one serious girlfriend. We dated the first two years of college. But things didn’t work out, and I haven’t been on a date since.”

“Wow, that’s quite a long time,” you remarked.

A worker came and dropped off your drinks before assuring you your food would be coming in a few minutes. They scuttled off, leaving you two alone again.

“I’m sure you’ve been on a few dates, being beautiful and all,” he said.

You laughed.

“I’ve never been on a date. I guess that makes this my first one.”

His brows shot up in surprise.

“Oh? I would assume the boys in your class would be all over you.”

Bakugo’s face flickered in your mind and you grimaced.

“. . . I wouldn’t quite say that.”

Noticing your expression, Kai figured it would be best to change the topic.

“Are there any books you want to grab while you’re here?”

You sat up, babbling on and on about your current Good Reads list and what books had caught your attention. He listened attentively the entire time, even as the food was brought and you continued to talk during the meal. Another worker came to clear your plates, and the two of you began making your way up the stairs. Your eyes went wide upon seeing the endless rows of books, with various signs pointing to the different genres. Kai slipped his hand into yours, giving it a light squeeze. You squeezed it back before dragging him down the rows.

The afternoon was spent stacking books for you to read and sneaking kisses in dim corners. He held your giant stack, continuing to be focused on you as you talked about each book you had grabbed and why you had decided to read it. He didn’t argue with you on why you shouldn’t buy a giant stack and, instead, offered to pay for the books. The two of you bickered over him paying, but he assured you he wanted to do it.

You ended up leaving with five new books courtesy of Kai. His only condition was that you let him borrow any of the books if he wanted, and you had happily agreed. As you walked back to his car, you realized you didn’t want the day to end and that you wanted to spend all your time with him. He opened the back seat, gently placing your books down before slipping into the driver’s seat.

“Do you want to go back to my place for a little while?”

Your previous thought of wanting to recreate your passionate night fluttered briefly and you eagerly nodded. Chuckling, he started the car before driving back to your town. The closer you got, the more your nervousness from before returned. Even though you had slept with him already, you were still self conscious and nervous that you wouldn’t be able to please him.

Kai drove past your street and headed towards the “Downtown” part of your town, where the majority of the businesses were. All of the apartment buildings were located there, and it was tradition that everyone would move to one after graduating high school and getting a job. He drove past a few of them before slowing down near a four story building with VIDA written on the front. Pulling down his sun visor, he clicked his garage clicker, waiting for the gate to open before driving into an underground garage.

After exiting the car, he led you up the stairs and into the courtyard. It was hip and neat, with comfortable outdoor furniture scattered about underneath bright umbrellas. A few people were sitting on some lawn chairs, dozing off in the late afternoon sun. He walked past a pool before opening the door to a building and holding it open for you. The hallway was silent as you continued to walk before he stopped at a door marked 120.

When you stepped inside, you felt your mouth drop. His apartment was incredibly posh. The living room was immediately when you walked in and was adorned with expensive looking furniture. On the patio, a hammock chair was on one side overlooking the courtyard. The kitchen was to your left, with the fridge and cabinets all a deep, gray color. The dining room was to your right, an exquisite chandelier hanging over a round dining table with four chairs.

Kai cleared his throat, causing you to jump. He removed his shoes and gestured for you to do the same.

“Sorry, I just like keeping my place clean.”

You swiftly untied your sneakers before removing them and stepping onto the plush carpet. Kai walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a water bottle. He brushed past you and walked past the dining table into what you assumed was the bedroom. Sucking in a breath, you gathered some courage and padded after him.

He was already sitting on the edge of a large four poster bed, legs crossed neatly. A large walk-in closet was off to the side, with a large bathroom nearby. Kai patted the spot beside him and you walked over before sinking down beside him.

“Wow, your place is really nice.”

Embarrassed, he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“My old man left me quite a bit of money. He paid for this place, and I couldn’t quite refuse him.”

“I would thank him if I were you. This is really nice.”

An awkward silence settled over the two of you. You were suddenly enthralled with the hem of your top, fiddling with it nervously as Kai quietly appraised you. He gave a quiet hum, which caused you to look up at him curiously.

He pressed his lips against yours, a hand coming up to settle on your cheek gently. You began falling backwards slowly, one hand reaching out behind to help you stay up. His tongue swiped out to lick your bottom lip before biting on it, pulling it back. You let out a moan, hands reaching up to pull on his hair.

“Lay back, angel, relax.”

Complying, you laid back, relishing in the feeling of his soft comforter. Kai was quick to hover over you, his hands settling on either side of your head. He was glancing at you with an affectionate look, pupils dilated in the soft light of the room. His hand reached down, tracing down your body until it settled at the bottom of your floral blouse.

“Is this okay, angel?” he breathed out.

You nodded, head bobbing quickly as he slowly tugged it over your chest and, eventually, over your head. His eyes grazed over your bare torso, stopping on your lace bra before he untucked his T shirt and yanked it over his head.

It was your turn to appreciate his figure, eyes focusing on his toned chest and abs before tracing lower to his hips and V lines. Noticing your gaze, his hands moved down to his jeans and swiftly unbuttoning them before pulling them down his legs. He was quick to work on your jeans next, removing them just as smoothly, leaving you in just your undergarments.

“Beautiful. Simply beautiful, angel,” he smiled.

He leaned down to kiss you tenderly, lips moving slowly against yours. His hands once again settled beside your head, his hips low as he slowly began to grind against your core. Whines bubbled deep in your throat, tumbling out and getting sucked into his mouth. A low chuckle rumbled from within him, and Kai slowly pulled away, one hand moving to your hip.

“Is this still okay?” he asked, finger hovering over your panties.

You nodded, and he slid them off, tossing them towards his clothes.

“Those are mine now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your navel.

Shivering, you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin. He slowly kissed lower, his lips dragging down towards your core. Anxiety began to build in your chest as you realized this was going to be the first time someone went down on you. Endless worrying thoughts filled your head (did you smell okay? Did you look okay? Would it taste okay?) as he got lower, pressing kisses and nipping lightly at your inner thighs.

Without any warning, you felt his tongue poke your clit. You immediately saw stars behind your eyelids, hips bucking up off their own accord. Kai gave another low chuckle, hands coming to hold your hips down.

“So reactive, angel. But I’m going to ask you to relax so I can please you properly.”

With that, he dove in, tongue circling your clit slowly while he slowly pushed in a finger. The sudden feeling of being filled while also having your clit stimulated was overwhelming, and your hips tried to buck up again. Kai’s hands were stronger, keeping your hips down as he continued with his ministrations. His tongue picked up the pace, its speed increasing until you felt an orgasm building within you.

“I’m c-close, Kai,” you gasped out, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“Come for me, angel,” he muttered against you. “I want to feel you cum on my finger.”

His words had you spiraling, an orgasm ripping through you as you moaned his name loudly. Your hips bucked up, thighs clenching around him to keep him trapped, licking and pumping into you. He kept on until your orgasm ended, your body collapsing onto the sheets. You were panting, arm still over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

“Angel, you okay?”

You gave a weak nod, uttering a quiet mmhm while he chuckled. With your eyes shut, you heard the sound of shuffling before you felt his hand gently touch your hips.

“I’m going to turn you around, angel. Can you do that?”

Nodding, you turned around until you were on your stomach.

“Good girl. Now, can you get on your hands and knees?”

Shit. He still had to fuck you.

Although you were spent you obeyed him, clambering onto your hands and knees. You felt the bed dip behind you as Kai knelt, slowly coming towards you. His hands came up to grab your hips, giving them a light squeeze.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly.

The initial stretch this time wasn’t as painful, but the new position had you slightly aching. He would push in, stopping to let you adjust as he breathed through his teeth. Once he was fully in you, he warned you he was about to start moving.

He started off slow, his hips snapping against your ass cheeks. You let out little gasps, hands clenching on to the bedsheets to help keep you upright. It didn’t take long before his thrusts picked up, snapping sharply against you. His hands remained on your hips, keeping you in pace as he fucked into you from behind. Low grunts and moans of your name fell from his mouth, and you responded with high pitched moans and slurred syllables of his name. One hand reached up to twist in your hair, pulling your head back to peer back at him.

“I’m going to cum into your sweet little pussy,” he panted. “You going to let me, Princess?”

“Y-yes, Kai,” you stuttered out, giving him a smile at how good he was fucking you.

He released your hair, hand going down to grip your hip again. His hands were gripping them tightly as he fucked into you faster, your ass hurting from the constant impact of his hips smacking against it. You reached between your legs to rub at your clit, but he slapped it away and did it himself.

It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to build, and you came together, moaning and uttering each other’s name. Your arms, exhausted from holding you up the entire time, collapsed under you, sending you face first onto the bed. Kai fell with you, his front pressed against your sweaty backside. You felt his breath against the back of your neck, panting as he tried to calm himself down.

“Sorry, let me get you cleaned up,” he said, voice tired.

You didn’t even respond, body exhausted from the whole ordeal. You didn’t register when he returned with a wet washcloth to wipe you up, and by the time he returned with a water bottle, you had already fallen asleep.

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gingerxarmy · 3 years

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Confessions pt2 - Reader x Driver

So here we have part two of Confessions . I had a hard time to understand how much I wanted to actually write. But it ended with some hard makeout session at the end. So if you ain't comfortable to read it to (--), it's nothing graphic more than naked skin. BUT ENJOY!

You ended up meeting him for the date night he promised you

Words: 2700 (ish)

Warning: Mention of alcohol and smut-ish

To overthink was nothing new, somedays you had better days, but lately it has been a constant thing for your to-do-list, everything started when you realize that he was the only one with a new phone number. You couldn’t contact him, if you didn’t send a direct message on Instagram. But thanks to him being a famous racing car driver you knew that he wouldn't be contactable on the app.

After that night you had been waiting for a text, a phone call or just something to ease your racing mind. To make you know that he thought about you just as much that you thought about him. He had confessed his love to you. If he wasn’t just drunkenly babbling stuff. But drunk sayings are sober thoughts as they say.

One thing that really made you uneasy is his reputation, what was so special about you that made him want to change? It was an open secret around the sport that he was a player. He always liked the attention, the girls flocking around him. Or so it appeared in interviews and videos. He would give a lucky girl a night to remember, but for him, it was only a challenge to get a girl the fastest and take her home. And you, you weren’t a one night stand kind of person, never been and never will be.

So here you are now, one and a half weeks later, in total radio silence. Waiting for him to reach out. In the heat of the moment you didn’t think about getting his number as well when he asked you about yours. And it felt wrong to send him a message on Instagram of all places. And who knews, he probably never checks his direct messengers on the named app. If it was you, you wouldn’t even bother to check the thousands of messengers they probably get sent everyday.

With phone in hand you scrolled through Instagram, trying to smooth the nagging feeling in your chest by looking at his profile. The whole circus was in the Netherlands this weekend to race. The new posts from this week were only pictures on his car from practise sessions. Which in say might not be so bad, the car’s livery is amazing this seson and you couldn’t say that it wasn’t kind of hot to see him drive on track. But just in this moment, you missed his face. Just to see in his eyes that he maybe did just as bad as you did to be countries apart.

You sight and put away your phone, it doesn’t make anything better to be here, late at night, looking at pictures of a man who probably only thought about racing this weekend. It was late, midnight was soon about to pass and you were working tomorrow. Bedtime it is, you decided.

After brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed you heard your phone go off. Vibrating like it’s life depended on it in the silence of your apartment. You picked it up and faced the display, unknown number it said. Who would be calling you at this time? A small part in you hoped that it would be him. That he had been laying awake, thinking about you, not being able to sleep and just needed to call you, hear your voice. You answered the call with hope in your chest. What if it wasn’t him?

“Hi,” you let out a breath you didn’t know you held when a familiar voice came through the line. “I’m sorry that I haven’t called earlier. It’s been a stressful couple of days.” You could hear it in his voice how tired and apologetic he sounded.

“It’s alright. I understand, It’s been a lot for me too,” you lied. It had been calm at work the past couple of days and it stressed you out. You needed customers to keep your pub going and the few regulars wasn't enough anymore when the business premises rent increased.

“So, I’ve been thinking about that date we talked about.” He said and your heartbeat started to race. Was he actually serious about that date after all?

“Yeah, what did you realise from that?” You let yourself ask.

“That I miss you, dearly,” you melted. He was actually serious! Or so you hoped that he was. “And we have two weeks till the next race after this one. So I thought about paying you a visit. If that’s not a problem. And like, I don’t know, make that drink I now owe you.”

“I would love that,” you smiled to yourself.

“Perfect, I really need to sleep now. But I call you and we make up the day and time!” You let out a small giggle and agreed, wishing him good luck on the weekend and a good night’s sleep before ending the call. The anxiety you had felt the last couple of days disappeared in an instant, making you fall asleep with a smile stuck on your face.

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It was five days after the phone call that you decided to meet up, he was supposed to pick you up at five to invite you to dinner at his place, at his place! You were elated and had been trying to pick out something to wear for the last hour. What was the meaning for this date? Get to know each other? You had been talking at your pub for months. Sure, you didn’t know who he was alone, between the four walls he called home. But you could say that you knew who he was quite well when he was out. But five different dresses, two pairs of jeans and a skirt later you decided for something casual. A dress would be fine, it was quite sexuall in you should be honest but you felt yourself tonight. It was him, you had seen him drunk more times that when you had seen him sober at this time.

Five past five you got a text messenger that told you that he was outside, waiting. Putting on a jacket and your shoes, you made your way outside. His sports car stuck out along the sidewalk, making you feel small and out of place. He was rich, you knew that, but did he have to flex it on you?

You open the car door and slink into the soft seat. It was an amazing car, the outline of it made it easy to look at and the inside was screamingly expensive.

“Hi, you look beautiful tonight,” he said quietly. It made you feel better that he acted as nervous as you felt.

“Thank you,” you gave him a smile as he put a hand on your bare thigh. As a reflex you put your hand on his. Everything felt so natural, like the two of you had done this thousands of times before.

“I’m going to say this now so you are aware. But I got a spare room! But I promised you drinks and I’ve been to the shop just now, and I’m going to drink as well so I won’t be able to drive you home later.” You appreciated his honesty. But if you should be honest, you had been secretly wishing for a night at his place.

“I’m fine about that. Kind of had it coming when you talked about alcohol involved.” You watched the city move past the windows off the car as he drove you two, music on low volym and his hand still on you. Your chest is warm with so many feelings that you couldn’t name.

The car ride wasn’t long, the both of you had made smalltalk about the previous race weekend and his result. How he felt about it and what he expected for the next one. It was easy, almost too easy, you couldn't shake it off how everything felt so right.

“So, this is me.” He had said when you later had parked the car and made your way up to his apartment. He opened the door and the first thing you noticed was the view. It was a beautiful city you lived in and his apartment had the best view. The sun was setting and the pink and orange colors colored the white walls with a livingness you otherwise only saw in your dreams.

“It’s beautiful,” you say when you could tear your eyes away from the view to look around his home. It wasn’t big but it was really cossy. The kitchen was neat and the living room was framing the big windows that caught the beautiful city outside.

“Thanks, I thought about making you dinner first, don’t want you to get alcohol poisoning from my amazing drinks,” he said as he was on his way to the kitchen.

“Oh, please. I don’t think it’s something positive to kill someone on the first date you know?” He flashed you a challenging smile.

“If you say so.” The two of you started the dinner he had preplanned. You prepared the potatoes as he got the meat ready. Set the table and lit candles. It was melting your heart to get to do all this with him. To set the atmosphere together.

The food soon was placed on the table and you both enjoyed the meal. Talking about how both of your jobs went and what the plans were in twenty years, what you had for goals in life.

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“Okay, I’ve been practicing. I’m not gonna lie.” He said as he started to take out a couple of bottles. “And because everyone likes Moscow Mule, I'm going to make one for you as a starter.” You nod in agreement as you watch him mix Smirnoff and Ginger beer.

A couple of minutes later he poured up two glasses, one each, and made his way over to the soffa where you had seated yourself with a pillow you found in your lap. You take the drink from him when he takes a seat next to you, an arm behind you on the backrest. You take a sip from the drink, trying it, seeing if it’s as good as the one you make daily.

“This is really good,” you say. And you can hear it in your own voice how the surprise came out.

“I said it before, I only go to your pub to get to see and talk to you, I usually make my own drinks if I feel like drinking.” He says and you feel how he lays his arm around you, it’s hesitated but he hugs your shoulder and you can’t help yourself as you lay your head against his shoulder. Taking another sip on your drink.

The candles now on the coffee table in front of you make it perfect. The two of you, a drink each and the small tune of some romance playlist he absolutely should have playing in the background. You had been arguing about the music before you started to cook the food, but now, he was right. It was an amazing playlist and fit the mood.

You finished your drink when you saw that he was already done with his. You had decided that you should be taking turns on mixing drinks. You gesticulated for his empty glass and made your way over to the table he had put all the bottles on.

“One or two?” You ask.

“Hmm, which one is the strongest?” He asks with a smile on his lips.

“They are quite equal in that, but I think you would love this one,” you said and started to blend the ingredients. You bring the finished drinks back and give him his glass back. Watching him take a sip, trying it out.

“Oh, my God. This is amazing.” He says and takes another sip. You laugh.

“That’s the name of it. Isn’t it amazing. The Oh, My God drink.” You laugh and take a sip of your own.

“It’s an amazing name for it.” He places his arm behind you again, playing with the ends of your hair. Drinking the drink and watching the candle dance in front of you.

His hand found his way into your hair, feeling how it stops and how he starts drawing circles behind your ear. How he gently turns your head so the two of you face each other. You get eye contact before you turn your gaze away, the nervousness starts to creep up on you. Your heart sped up and you can’t help but let your gaze linger on his lips. Wishing for the plump lips to be on yours. But what you didn’t know was that he was thinking the exact same thing. You could see how his lips came closer to your face as you let your eyes meet him. You can see the question in his eyes, licking his lips. And without overthinking about it, you press your lips to his, placing your drink on the table and then place your hand in his hair. Oh, what you had fantasised to drag your fingers through his hair.

He had placed his own glass at the table and soon had his hands on your hips, guiding your leg over his so you straddle his hips. Deepening the kiss as you feel his hands roaming your body as he tries to remember every inch of every curve that makes your body yours. You both high on each other, his hands not still on one place longer than a second and your hands in his hair, trying to get a grip on the situation. You feel how his tongue tries to get past your lips, and with no resistance at all, you part your lips. Both your tongues fight for dominance as you continue. But soon the air in your lungs ends and you need to break the kiss.

“If we continue this, I’m not sure I can end it.” He says breathlessly. His face is buried in your neck and you feel how he leaves kisses from your ear down to your collarbone.

“I don’t know if I want you to stop,” you let out a moan as he placed a kiss behind your ear on your sweet spot.

“You sure?” He asks, leaning back to look into your eyes. You meet his eyes and for a second you only sit like that. Letting the situation sink in, you in his lap, his kiss swollen lips and a desire for the both of you ecually strong for each other. You let your eyes close as you lean into his touch, breathing in his scent and feeling how he guides you to a new kiss.

“Then let's take this to the bedroom instead.” He grabs your lover back with one hand and carefully stands up by pushing himself up with the other hand. You lock your legs around his hips as his free hand finds its place under your bum, squeeze it as he connects your lips once again.

He guided the both of you to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss more than to breathe. He stops walking and you break the kiss to ask why he stops, but the only thing that leaves your lips is a small surprise sound as he drops you onto a soft fabrik, the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says and buries his head in the crock of your neck, leaving kisses downwards.

“So have I, and I hope all your rumors are more than talk.” He looks into your eyes before pushing your dress up, letting his hands explore your naked legs, but his eyes never leave yours.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do to you,” and you hadn't, the evening had ended with the both of you, high of the orgasm and a new feeling he had named that day in your pub when he had first told you about his feelings. He was the love of your life as well. And you hoped that your story had only started.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfiction #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen one shot #daniel ricciardo #pierre gasly #charles leclerc #reader x driver #racing car driver

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sxltedgxn · 3 months

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✘ tag dump pt . i

#out of the impala ;ooc #w i n c h e s t e r ;visage #leave a message ;memes #driver picks the music ;open starter #the family business ;ic post #this is the plan ;answered #baby brother ;sam winchester #trenchcoat ;castiel #the king ;crowley #trickster ;gabriel #morningstar ;lucifer #prophet ;kevin #red ;charlie #balls ;bobby #dad ;john #mom ;mary

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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VALERIE - Part V. (Harry Styles)

happy sunday loves!! part 5 is here, buckle up bc we are getting down to business here!! thank you so much for the nice feedbacks, it’s always so moving and inspiring to read your thoughts, so please keep them coming! even if it’s just some gibberish rambling, those are the best haha! now let’s jump right into part 5, we are heading into the christmas mood and im so excited for yall to read this part!! enjoy!

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SERIES MASTERPOST

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By the time November nears its end you officially become a couple with Marcus. It happens gradually, two more dates follow your first one, and then on the third one you agree to test the waters of the possibilities between the two of you exclusively.

Marcus is a great guy. He is funny, caring and smart, always listens to you and cares for even the smallest details about you when you’re talking. He is great company and never fails to make you feel appreciated and wanted. Exactly what you’ve been looking for in a guy, Rosa really hit the nail on the head this time.

You easily fall into a habit with him. Fridays are for date nights, sometimes you go for little trips outside the city on Sundays and he never misses a chance to send you flowers throughout the week. He is just the type of guy that’s always there to cheer you up with something whenever the days start to weigh down on your shoulders.

You even have dinner together with Rosa and Steven one Saturday evening, Rosa keeps giving you those ‘I told you so’ eyes whenever Marcus kisses you shortly or places his hand to your waist. You mostly just roll your eyes at her, not wanting to make a big deal out of the two of you, but Rosa knows how long you’ve been trying to find someone.

What’s a surprising turn is that you start seeing Harry more. Intentionally. You have no idea how it happens, but it does and you’re not mad about it. Some days you grab lunch together whenever he is in the neighborhood, some days you go shopping with him when his sister doesn’t have the time. Harry is a problematic shopper, he takes a long time to decide on clothes so usually you are the one that forces him to choose and finish before all shops close.

When he has had a rough week and you happened to call him for whatever reason, the two of you agree to meet up for drinks at his place, then end up playing UNO for hours, slowly emptying out two bottles of wine.

It’s starting to get harder to imagine what it was like when things weren’t like this with him. When you were getting anxiety from just the thought of seeing him or having to talk to him. It’s like the both of you are showing a different version of yourselves to each other and you have to admit you enjoy being friends with him.

He keeps his habit of teasing you and making jokes about you though, but you don’t mind it. He is not doing it in a mean way with the attempt to piss you off, but to make you laugh and start a playful war where you both throw insults at each other until one of you runs out of it and just starts laughing. You feel a kind of dynamic building between you and him that has a way better effect on you than the continuous killing you were doing before.

You can tell Rosa is thankful for the change as well. Whenever she sees you interact with Harry without making a grimace or have that face that screams how badly you want to hit him, she is relieved that she has one less thing to worry about and Valerie will have two amazing godparents who even like each other.

Christmas is always a big parade in your family. Your mom and your aunts always want to celebrate together so in the past few years it has become a tradition to rent a place out that has enough space for the whole extended family and spend three days there from the 23rd to the 25th. This year your dad found a huge cabin in the woods with ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms, just the perfect size for you all. It’s gonna be your parents, Rosa and Steven with Valerie, Aunt Monica, Aunt Teresa with Uncle Andrew, your cousin Etta, her husband Joe and their two kids, your other cousin Lily with her husband Jeremy and their daughter, and lastly you and Harry. Though your mom urged you to invite Marcus along as well, he could join you for longer than a dinner, since he was already set to fly home to his family.

“You sure he can’t stay for at least the first night?” you mom asks on the phone one evening. You’re stirring the sauce in the pan. holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder so you have both of your hands free.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s fine, he can come for dinner and then leave later.”

“I get it, but it would have been fun if he stayed,” she sighs, clearly disappointed that she couldn’t change what’s already set. If you’re being honest you don’t mind that Marcus is not staying for the night. You haven’t been dating for that long, you feel like it would be a little uncomfortable to have him there the whole time. A dinner is perfectly fine as a starter, since he hasn’t met anyone else from your family other than Rosa and Steven.

“Anyway,” she sighs moving on, “Have you figured it out how you’re gonna get there?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll tag along with someone.”

“Well, I think you should ask Harry. Everyone else is pretty packed already. Rosa and Steven won’t have any extra space with Valerie this year.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you. These past years Rosa always offered you a ride for the holidays, but even when they brought her over for just one night their car was jam-packed. No way you’re gonna fit in there so you are left with Harry since Marcus can only come in the afternoon.

“Sure, I’ll ask him.”

You shoot him a text that day and he replies right away that you’re welcomed in his car, though he won’t be able to take you back since he is leaving early in the morning on the 25th since he is flying back to the UK to his family. It’s fine, you think, you’ll just probably just tag along with aunt Monica back to the city, she always gets her a car for these occasions. Though it’s not your ideal option, she is not the best partner for rides, because she is a fan of smoking in the car, but you don’t have much of a choice.

“I’ll call you when I leave, okay?” Marcus tells you on the morning of the 23rd. It’s early, barely seven, but he is up because he needs to work a little today and you are finishing up packing since Harry will be here in an hour to pick you up.

“Sure. Drive safe,” you huff sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at your suitcase that’s still not closed, clothes are sticking out on the side and you’re sure you’ll have to sit on it to pull the zipper.

“See you later,” Marcus says before you end the call.

It’s rather comical how you try to close the suitcase but you only care about the fact that you eventually succeed. Only minutes before eight you are packed and ready so when you get Harry’s text that he is outside you can leave right away.

Seeing you with your big suitcase he hops out of the car and rushes to help you.

“How long are you planning to stay, Y/N?” he chuckles lifting the bag up and you just shrug your shoulders with a smirk. You’ve alway been a heavy packer, no need to try to cover it up.

Harry throws your stuff into the back of the car as you take the passenger seat. His phone is hooked to the car, a playlist of his own playing gently through the speakers and you’re surprised to catch on the Christmas feeling in the songs.

“Are you in the spirit?” you ask when he gets into the car.

“Like to set the mood ahead,” he chuckles starting the car and off you go.

Ridiculous to think about it, but it’s actually the first time you sit in the same car with Harry or see him drive even. The way you two used to be was not quite ideal to have you locked up in such a small place as a car. But now you have nothing against spending the almost hour long drive with him.

“Can you pull out the navigation when I leave the highway? I’m not sure where exactly I need to head,” he asks you, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him and nodding you open the app on your phone so his can keep on playing the music without the voice of the navigation interrupting it.

“Excited to spend your first Christmas with us?” you ask. Though Harry was there at several family events, it’s his first Christmas since becoming Valerie’s godfather.

“I am,” he chuckles, nodding, hands gripping the wheel gently. He is a natural driver, easily working the car, the kind you feel completely safe next to. As Baby It’s Cold Outside comes on a smile stretches across your lips as you start gently bop your head to the song. “I’ve heard crazy stuff about Christmases at your family,” he adds glancing in your way for a second.

“Like what?”

“I remember when Steven told me about his first Christmas with your family. You remember that?”

Searching in your memories you tried to remember when was the first time Rosa brought Steven along. They dated for two years before they got married so it’s been about five years since then, but as you think hard the memory of that specific year pops into your head making you laugh as you nod.

“Oh, yes. The year Aunt Monica almost burned the Airbnb down,” you sigh grinning at the memory. She brought some special kind of cigars that year that were told to be curiosities from somewhere fancy, but they ended up the literal worst quality, flaming bits were falling out them all the time when she would smoke one, almost making the rug catch on fire wherever she went. Best thing is that she was already drunk on the liquor so she didn’t even notice, there was always a person on Aunt Monica duty, following her around, making sure nothing burnt down.

“Steven said he had a moment when he thought about bailing,” Harry tells you and you gasp, because that’s new information.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but like only for a split second after your dad walked in on him naked in the bathroom. That was kind of the last straw. Luckily Rosa could convince him to stay. Guess it all worked out at the end.” Harry smiles as he stares ahead of him.

You can’t imagine a version where Rosa and Steven don’t end up together. They met through a mutual friend not long after Rosa had a nasty breakup with her scumbag ex. Steven was there to put her back together and be her partner as she found herself again. The change and positive impact he had on her could be seen every day and you were so thankful to him for helping your sister find her way out of such a dark place in her life. It didn’t take them too long to start dating and he proposed a little more than a year later. You still remember how Rosa was screaming in the phone when she called you that evening telling you that Steven proposed. They are quite literally a match made in heaven. It’s been your goal in life to find this person in your life though you haven’t had much luck with men so far. Ironically, if you were in a room with every man you were ever involved with in any kind of way, Harry would be the only one you’d want to talk with. If you had to make this exact same choice just months ago you would have chosen to run out screaming.

“Maybe this year it’s your turn to get horrified from us,” you laugh, sinking down a little in your seat as you adjust the seat belt. You’re still quite far away from the cabin, you might as well make yourself comfortable.

“I think there’s not much that I haven’t witnessed yet. I was walked in on at the bathroom once too, but it was your cousin, Etta.”

“When did that happen?” you ask with a heartfelt laugh.

“I think it was last summer at one of your nieces’ birthday party. Luckily everything was already tucked away when she basically barged in.”

“She didn’t miss much,” you tease him with a smirk and your witty comment catches him by surprise.

“Are you saying my dick is not imposing enough to be worthy of peeking?” he asks with raised eyebrows and you’re happy he is driving. His intimidating look would already burn right into your skin by now, but he is forced to watch the road instead.

“I mean, if you want to put it that way…” you continue, but a laugh escapes your lips.

“Take that back, Y/N,” he orders, sneaking a hard look at you before turning back ahead, but you can see the small smile hiding on his lips.

“Or what?”

“Or you might find yourself in a war you don’t want to be involved in,” he warns you, but his words don’t quite have the effect on you he wanted. Because in a heartbeat you find yourself feeling… excited? Thrilled? Even curious about his means behind his words.

“Wouldn’t want to lie, so…” Pretending like you’re sorry you shrug your shoulders as Harry gives you a look that makes your stomach churn. Now either you are gonna have some fun teasing each other or… you just threw yourself into the arms of the Devil himself. Either way, you’re certain Harry won’t leave it in that.

Turning your head to your window you can’t keep your smile contained as you think of the fact that how big of a lie it was. Harry is surely not a guy who should ever worry about any aspect of his manhood. You’re talking from experience.

***

The cabin is absolutely gorgeous, just the perfect place for a cozy family holiday. Hidden from the busy roads with a secure gate and tall trees on both sides, the back of it is facing a majestic view of the valley and the evergreen covered hill in the distance. With an interior straight from the pages of a magazine, you need just a few moments to adjust to your surroundings upon arriving.

“I saved a nice room for you, Harry!” your mother gushes the moment she sees the two of you walk through the front door. You huff in annoyance.

“And what about me?”

Harry chuckles giving you a smug grin. “Guess you’re just second after me.”

“It’s his first Christmas with us, he deserves the better room,” your mom shushes at you, making your eyes roll instantly. It’s still hard to believe Harry has this kind of charm over most people.

After greeting everyone who is already there, your dad, Aunt Teresa and Etta with her family, your mom walks the two of you down one of the hallways that leads to several bedrooms. She stops at the last door with an excited grin on her face as she opens it revealing the bedroom behind it.

You instantly understand why she thought this is the best one. The view is absolutely breathtaking, the gentle noon light is flowing into the room through the floor to ceiling windows, the king sized bed facing them so when you wake up in the morning the first thing you see is the endless sea of evergreens on the side of the hill. Not to mention the room has its own bathroom, not many of the other rooms are blessed with that. There’s a spacious shower that has enough space for at least three people in there and it’s one of those fancy ones that can make you feel like you’re having a shower in the middle of a jungle, mood lights and bluetooth speakers attached to it.

“No fucking way Harry is getting this room!” you gasp as you look around, taking in the luxure your mother is willing to hand over to him.

“Jealous, much?” he smirks, throwing his sports bag to the bed already ruining the neatly made sheets. He does not deserve this.

“Mom!” you huff turning to her, but she has made her mind up already.

“Your room is nice too, don’t worry Honey. Let Harry have this one!”

“I really can’t believe you are taking his side,” you grumble under your breath, folding your arms on your chest as you take one last look at the stunning view.

“Come on, Y/N. He is a guest!”

“He is not! You said it yourself he is family now!” you retort and Harry just laughs behind you, so you shoot him a murderous look over your shoulder, that just fuels his entertainment.

“Don’t be silly. Your room is the second one on the right from here,” she smiles at you. “We are gonna take a walk around once everyone arrives, so get settled by then!” she informs you before walking out.

“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice makes you turn around. “You can have the room if you want.”

Your eyebrows rise at the kind gesture, it’s very not like him, even now in your friendly state, so it’s quite odd that he is willing to switch rooms with you.

“No need,” you shake your head grabbing the handle of your suitcase that you abandoned at the door.

“You sure? It doesn’t matter where I’m sleeping, really.”

“I’m not gonna deal with my mother’s scolding if she finds out I took your room, so you can totally stay.”

Harry chuckles as you head out, but stop at the door to have one last word with him. “Though I might occupy your bathroom, that shower looks nice.”

“All yours,” he grins before you walk out.

***

By 11 am everyone arrives and the once quiet cabin is now buzzing from life, children running around, Valerie’s babbling shoots through the spacious living area where Rosa set her crib up, your mother is already making preparations for dinner while most of the men are circled around the pool table having a beer since no one has to drive for the rest of the day.

“When is Marcus arriving?” Rosa asks, eyes on Valerie who is absolutely destroying something that once were an elephant maybe, but she’s been ruthless with the poor animal, chewing and throwing it around all the time, so it’s not just a grey, fuzzy mess.

“Sometime before dinner. He has some work to finish,” you tell her pulling your legs under yourself on the comfy couch.

“And explain again, why isn’t he staying for the night?” she turns to you with a puzzled look.

“Because he is going home to his family early in the morning tomorrow.”

“Okay, but he could have just left from here, didn’t he?”

“It’s… complicated. It’s better if he just goes back home tonight and then leaves from there in the morning.”

What you leave out of the whole explanation is that you didn’t really invite him to stay the night as well. Sounds horrible and ridiculous but you didn’t think you’d have felt comfortable with him staying. You’ve been dating for only barely more than a month and though things are going well, you felt like starting with just a dinner would be a better idea. Marcus didn’t question why you didn’t offer him to stay, it seemed like he was fine with just coming and then going after dinner.

Does this make you a bad girlfriend? Maybe, but you value your comfort and feelings more than to ruin your favorite holiday with your family.

Just as you mom said, once everyone is settled in their rooms for the upcoming three days, the whole gang dresses up to have a walk around taking the welcoming little path that runs around the cabin and is smooth enough for Valerie’s carriage as well. Your nieces and nephew are quick to surround Harry and nag him to join them at the front, exploring the woods surrounding the path. It seems like he doesn’t mind it and gladly takes part in the adventure, also secretly looking after them so their parents can have a break and enjoy the stroll in hopes the walk tires the kids out enough that they’ll willingly go to bed in the evening instead of whining to stay up late.

You’re walking with Etta next to you as she tells you about Hannah’s latest dance competition when you spot that Harry and Oliver, your nephew, Etta’s other kid are suspiciously whispering around pointing in your direction. At last Olly nods and runs up to you showing a quite thick piece of wood into your hand. You look down at him confused.

“Thank you?” you tell him a little unsure what it’s all about.

“I found it in a bush, I want to take it home. Harry said you’ll keep it for me because you have a good hand for thick and hard sticks.”

You almost choke on your own breath, as Olly just carelessly runs back ahead to join his sister. You immediately look over to Etta in fear that she heard what Harry told Oliver, but luckily she was talking with Joe turning back, not really paying attention to the conversation you just had with her son. If she did, Harry probably wouldn’t live by now.

Speaking of the devil, you look in his way and that annoying, smug grin is right there as he nods in your way saluting before he shows his hands into his pockets and turns back around to catch up with the kids.

That disgusting piece of shit really went into the depth of teaching something secretly dirty to your nephew as a way of payback for your comment in the car earlier. He surely wasn't just joking when he said you’d pay for what you said. And you have a feeling he is just getting started.

***

Aunt Monica is like a legend in your family. She is the oldest between your mom and her sisters, already in her sixties, but in the heart she still feels like she has just turned twenty. She never married, but had several men in her life, love affairs, short flings, but none of them lasted for more than a year.

“Why would I settle when there’s so many fish in the sea?” she once told you, her iconic Chanel sunglasses sat on her nose as she sipped on her martini.

She has worked many jobs throughout her life, she was once a dancer, she waited tables and even worked as a TV host at one point in the ‘80s. She was the true free spirit of the family, her sisters often questioned her sanity, but you think there’s nothing wrong with how she lived her life, enjoying it to the last bit. In the early ‘90s she was seeing a millionaire, probably the only man she would have given her lifestyle up for. Unfortunately, they never married, the man passed away due to his heart problems, however, since he had little to zero family he left basically everything to Aunt Monica. Money, house, cars, business, everything. Being the smart woman that she is, she handed over the business into professional hands but she is still the owner, so the money is still flowing even though she could have lived happily on the money she inherited without ever having to work a day.

She seems a little odd in your family, but she has always been a loving aunt to you, a caring sister and she never fails to take care of her loved ones. She is the one to pay for all these Christmas getaways, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stay in places this nice.

“What’s all the money for if I don’t spend it on my family?” she always says when someone questions if she is fine with paying for everything. Your mom and Teresa have tried to convince her to let them at least pay for part of it but she wouldn’t even listen to them.

She likes to have her own, sometimes odd ways in life. She definitely has a drinking problem, but not in a dangerous way. You have never seen her completely wasted, she just likes to keep things buzzing and always have a drink on her whenever she needs the extra fun. Because of her past she has the greatest stories about meeting famous people back in the days or how soldiers used to try to win her over when she was just a teenager.

“Oh, those things happened,” your mom told you when one day you questioned if you could believe all the crazy stories Aunt Monica tells you. “She was like… the star of the show. Used to hate living in her shadow, but I can’t blame her for enjoying life and doing the things I was too afraid to do myself.”

Now you’re sitting in the sunroom that faces the amazing view behind the cabin, the Christmas tree is standing tall in the corner, beautifully decorated in white and beige. Valerie is snuggled up to your chest as you gently rub her back and you listen to Aunt Monica tell you about how a literal captain once proposed to her after just three days of knowing each other.

“He was a gentleman, but a beast in the bed, Y/N. I’m telling you, men in uniform are just a different level of satisfaction.”

She sighs deep, taking a sip from her margarita that’s definitely not her first drink, and you just laugh nodding.

“He was begging for me to go to Italy with him.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“Who said I didn’t?” she asks with a pretentious hurt look turning to you and you just laugh. You should have known the story would go this way. “I accepted the offer, only turned down his proposal when we sailed off and then we parted as soon as I stepped onto the land of Italy. Broke his heart into pieces, but I was too busy enjoying the Italian summer.”

Harry comes in and hands you a bottle filled with juice that probably Rosa sent for Valerie.

“Thank you,” you smile at him shortly as you adjust the little girl in your arms and hand her the bottle.

“Young boy, have you ever proposed to someone?” Aunt Monica asks Harry who stops in his way as he was already about to head out, but now he walks back to the sofa where she is sitting.

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head.

“And how do you think you would if the time came?”

You watch Harry think to himself at the odd and quite random question. It’s not really something you would have ever asked him, but now that there’s the chance to hear his answer you are listening curiously.

“Depends on the woman I’m proposing to,” he replies after a few seconds.

“How would you propose to Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you turn to your aunt with shock all over your face. You definitely didn’t want yourself dragged into this.

“Aunt Monica, that’s--”

“Shush! I’m just asking theoretically. Wanna hear his answer.”

Harry’s eyes wander over to your sitting figure on the sofa as he leans onto the back of the one in front of him. You can feel the heat crawling up on your neck to your cheeks under his burning look and you just know he enjoys how nervous you got from this simple question that wasn’t even asked from you.

Licking his lips he moves his eyes from you over to Aunt Monica who is still waiting for his answer.

“Something romantic, but not too grandiose, I know she doesn’t like being in the center of the attention that much. Maybe…” Tapping on his chin you listen to his words and without even realizing you hold your breath. “Maybe on a hike with a nice view. She would be admiring the view when I get down on one knee and as she turns around I pop the lid on the box.”

What bugs you is that it’s an awfully accurate description of how you’d imagined your proposal. He was right about many aspects, like how you don’t like being in the center of attention. No idea how he nailed so easily, but he did.

Glancing down you pretend to be busy with Valerie who is still peacefully drinking her juice, eyes wandering around the room relentlessly.

“So you really look to satisfy her deepest fantasies, careful about even the smallest details. Women appreciate it,” Aunt Monica nods, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable she just made you feel.

“Thank you, I do like to satisfy women,” Harry cheekily answers with a smirk, eyes locking with yours for a moment as Aunt Monica lets out a laugh at the dirty comment. Before you could bite your tongue a retort slips out of your mouth.

“What a shame you don’t always succeed.”

Harry’s eyes turn from playful to dark pretty quickly and you enjoy the victory over him. Your comment in the car earlier already wounded his manhood, now it’s another stab right into his… crotch. It’s the least he deserves after what he taught poor Olly.

“That I don’t believe. He seems like an absolute pleaser.” Aunt Monica winks in Harry’s way who just smiles at her shyly, but you can tell your comment is still bugging him.

“I think Y/N knows that too herself, am I right?” He tilts his head to the side and you stand your ground with holding his gaze and not looking away.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” you simply say, just when you hear your mom calling out for you. “Would you take her please?” you innocently ask walking up to Harry, holding Valerie out for him. You can tell he is looking for a witty comeback, but he has nothing just yet, so he is stuck with keeping his mouth shut as he takes baby Valerie from you. You gift him with a sweet, but definitely spikey smile before leaving him there with Aunt Monica.

***

Dinner is already almost ready, you’re helping your mom and Aunt Teresa in the kitchen with the finishing touches, Joe and Harry packing out the wine bottles from the rack Jeremy brought them in, the two of them examining the bottles with such professionalism you almost believe they have the slightest idea about what to look for in a good wine.

“Should we open some red or white ones for tonight’s dinner?” Joe asks your mom who is the master chef when it comes to the dinner.

“Red would suit better,” she answers. “Are they sweet?”

“Some, yeah,” Harry nods holding up a bottle and checking the label.

“Great. Monica loves that too,” Teresa chuckles as she adds some salt to the mashed potato.

“And Y/N too,” Harry adds, not even looking up, but he successfully attracts your mom’s attention with his comment.

“She does?” Harry looks up and sees your boiling anger plastered all over your face, so of course he chooses to take it further.

“Oh, yeah. She can drink like a gallon. Wine drunk Y/N is like a whole different person.”

“I told you so many times not to get drunk, Y/N. It’s not too ladylike. When was the last time you saw her drunk?”

“There were plenty of occasions,” Harry exaggerates and you could kill him right there. “Though last time it was the tequila that got her wildin’.”

That damned smirk of his is making your hands curl into fists and for a moment you tell yourself it’s okay to punch him in front of your mother even if she’ll probably disown you for such behavior.

“Y/N! I have told you a million times that you need to know where your limits lie!” she huffs shaking her head at you while you clench your jaw. Back at it with the lessons about getting drunk. She’ll never get over it, not even when you’ll be forty. Why does it matter to her so much? Sometimes she is the one to get you started, but then she gives you the dirtiest looks when you have one too many. She should just get used to it now.

“She surely likes to have fun when she has had a few drinks,” Harry continues smugly. “Remember how much fun you had at Rosa and Steven’s wedding?”

“Oh, God! I remember how drunk you were that evening, I could have killed you!” your mother growls and you roll your eyes at her.

“It wasn’t that bad. There were a lot more people who got way more wasted than me,” you try to defend yourself folding your arms on your chest.

“That doesn’t change that you were too,” she says with a hard look. Great, now she is mad at you for something that happened literally years ago. Kudos to Harry for ruining her mood.

“She wasn’t that bad,” Harry adds and you look in his way with suspicion. “She was a delight when it was time to get her to bed.”

Your mouth almost hangs open, but it seems like you’re the only one understanding what he really meant by that. Luckily, beside you and him, Rosa and Steven are the only people who knows what happened between you and Harry that night, so it’s no surprise no one else catches on the hint.

“You were the one who took her up to her room? Sorry if she was a burden,” your mother sighs and right at that moment you wish the floor would just open up and you could disappear forever. Harry’s satisfied grin is the evidence that he just won another round of this nasty war.

Just as you open your mouth to try and move the conversation to another field you see a pair of headlights pull up to the driveway. Everyone turns to the window as Marcus’ car parks down last in the line. As you step away from the counter you see the confusion in Harry’s eyes about the new guest.

“Oh, amazing! He is here!” your mom cheers, seemingly instantly forgetting about how she was dragging you just a minute ago.

“Who’s here?” you hear Harry ask, but you’re already out of there, heading to the front door to greet Marcus.

Just as you walk out into the cold evening air you see him get out with a warm smile on his lips. You wait for him at the door, arms wrapped around yourself and as he reaches you he places a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, how was the drive?” you ask him.

“It was fine. I didn’t arrive too late, right?”

“No, we were just about to set the table. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

He takes your hand in his as the two of you walk inside, all eyes immediately turning your way at the arrival of your boyfriend.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet my boyfriend, Marcus. He is staying for dinner.”

Your family members walk up to the two of you, shaking hands and introducing themselves to Marcus who smiles at everyone politely, trying his best to remember all the names and information that’s thrown at him all of a sudden. Everyone seems delighted to have him for dinner, the kids instantly make him promise he’ll play a card game with them after dinner and he happily says yes to the invitation.

You can tell your mom is proud that finally both of her daughters are spending Christmas with a man by their side and you’re almost certain your dad took a liking to Marcus the moment he mentioned he is into fishing.

Everyone seems excited and happy for Marcus, there’s just one face that doesn’t fit in the line of joyful smiles. Harry stands quite far from the two of you and only gets closer when he shakes hands with Marcus. His cocky grin is long gone from his face as he keeps his hard look on your boyfriend who is chatting with everyone. Standing next to Marcus, your hand still holding his, your eyes lock with Harry’s and there’s an unknown, burning feeling in your gut when his hard gaze holds yours. The sudden change and cold act gets you wondering what’s really going on in his mind. He is the first one to look away and you watch him walk into the kitchen and disappear from your sight before you force a smile on your lips and turn back to Marcus.

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Branch Out - Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N left everything she's ever known, and Dean just wants to be left alone. With both of them trying to heal from heartache, they might just end up finding what they need in the last place they'd ever look.

Word Count: 6550

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually, maybe?)

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter, but if you think i should add one, feel free to let me know!

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Saturday was a welcome break from work, but there was no sleeping in. A delivery truck brought your bed frame, a small kitchen table, and a coffee table early in the morning and you were over the moon about not having to sleep on the cold floor anymore. You figured the tables would be fairly easy to put together, so you left those for last. You emptied the box with the bedframe and did your best to carefully lay out all the pieces so they would be easy to find as you went along. Before you started, you grabbed your radio and shuffled through your CDs, deciding on The Eagles to be today’s soundtrack.

You threw half of your hair up in a bun to pull the small pieces from your face, rolled up your sleeves, and looked around for the instructions. You couldn’t actually remember seeing any kind of paper as you unpacked the pieces, so you dumped out the box. Nothing. You looked under every piece of wood, and in every corner of your tiny house, but came up empty handed.

“Fan-friggin-tastic…” You grumbled and stared down the lumber and hardware, trying to make sense of this now seemingly impossible puzzle.

Hours had passed, and you had only managed to put together a pathetic amount of the bedframe. The stupid bits and pieces that were strewn across the floor taunted you with every wrong part you picked up. Before any vital pieces ended up getting thrown into the fireplace out of frustration, you decided it would be best to take a break and make some lunch. You needed to make a run to the grocery store and stock your fridge and shelves, but you’d need to wait until you got your truck back, so you kept your fingers were crossed that Bobby would be able to get to it today.

You settled on a protein shake and a banana for your meal and were sitting on the kitchen counter when two quick knocks at the door interrupted your thoughts. You turned the music down a notch and wove your way through the maze of wood that had taken over your living room. You were expecting to see Sarah standing on the other side of your front door but were surprised to find Dean. One hand was slipped into his coat pocket and his shoulders were slightly rounded, showing that he didn’t really want to be here right now.

“Oh,” you did your best to not sound massively surprised but did a bang-up job, “hi.”

“Hey,” he cleared his throat, and a tuft of breath flew from his mouth in the cold air, “I just wanted to say sorry for being kind of a dick last night. I’m not really a people person and I’m definitely not used to having neighbors.” His eyes, which were glued to the ground made their way up to meet yours. “The bars were good though. I ate them all last night. I figured you’d want this back.” He extended his arm holding the plate you had placed the treats on to take over to him.

You tried your hardest to stop the smug smirk that was pulling at the corners of your mouth. “That’s actually a disposable plate.”

“Oh,” he looked down at it, “it’s one of the fancy plastic ones though, so I wasn’t sure if you wanted it back or not…” It was definitely not fancy, but the thought of him scrubbing the sticky blueberry mess off of a cheap plate was completely endearing.

“Well, good as new then.” You smiled and took the plate back from him, making a mental note to only give him paper plates from here on out if the situation arose. You stepped just inside the door and tossed the plastic onto the kitchen counter.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he snuck a peek at the mess that was you house at the moment. “Whoa, did a bomb go off in here?”

You looked around with a sigh. “No, but I’m about ready to blow the whole place up and just start over.” Stepping out of the way, you signaled for Dean to come in out of the freezing cold. He stomped his boots off on the front porch and stepped inside. “I didn’t bring any furniture with me when I moved, so I ordered some online. This mess,” you motioned vaguely around the room, “is supposed to be a bedframe but some genius forgot to put the instructions in the box.”

“How long have you been at it?” Dean stepped closer to the junk yard that had become your living room.

You really didn’t want to answer that question because you figured he’d just tell you what you were doing wrong. “Not that long.” Lying had never been something you were good at. Dean took one look at the guilty look on your face and saw right through it.

“So, all morning?”

“All morning.” You admitted and crossed your arms in shame. For a short second, you could have sworn that you saw a hint of a smile on Dean’s face. He was probably laughing at your miserable handy work.

“Well, for starters, you should put the bedframe together in the bedroom. Not the living room.” He walked around the wood pieces and began organizing them into piles.

“The bedroom is really small, so I figured it would be easier to put the big pieces together out here and then put the whole thing together in the bedroom.” You watched with some distain as he easily began to piece together the headboard. “You don’t have to do that, you know…”

“Do what?” He asked but didn’t look up from his crouched position on the floor.

“Help.” You shrugged. “I heard you loud and clear last night that you aren’t looking for friends.”

Dean paused for a moment. “Maybe I’m just staying for the good music.”

“You like The Eagles?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“One of my dad’s rules to live by is that you should never trust people who wear socks to bed or people who hate The Eagles.”

“Your dad sounds like a smart man.” There it was again, an elusive smile from the self-proclaimed loner. You were sure you saw it this time. “But I do have to say that no one beats the mighty Zep.”

You could respect a guy who loved the classics. “Wow, the good taste in music almost makes up for the crabby attitude.”

Dean knew you were teasing and gave you a fed-up look. “Do you have a drill?” He asked.

You picked up a screwdriver from the counter and held it up. Dean shook his head. “No, an actual drill.”

“I have a hammer…”

A chuckle escaped from Dean’s chest. “You were planning on hammering these screws into your new furniture?”

“I was working with what I had. Don’t judge me.”

Dean stood and amusedly shook his head as he made his way to the door, leaving it open while he walked to his truck and pulled a drill from the toolbox that was in the bed. As you watched, you noticed that your driveway had been cleared of the snow from last night’s flurry and couldn’t help but find that odd. You didn’t hear a truck outside your house this morning.

Dean skipped a few steps up the stairs and hurried inside, taking off his coat once he had shut the door after him. “Can I put this here?” He laid his it over the back of a chair that had been here when you moved in.

“Yeah.” You took one more peek out the window at the plowed path to your house from the road. “Hey, weird question, but you wouldn’t happen to know how my driveway got cleared, would you?”

“You ever heard of a snowplow?” His words dripped with sarcasm, but you were well versed in the language as well.

“A snowplow? Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. What’s that?” You exaggerated every word, but Dean still looked up at you with furrowed brows before realizing that you were joking.

“I just didn’t realize the plows would come this far up the mountain. I promise I’m not as dumb as I look.” Kneeling a few feet away from him on the floor, you held the piece of wood his was trying to secure in place steady.

“The driver is a buddy of mine, He’s a good guy so he probably just wanted to help out the new girl.” Dean explained. You couldn’t help but feel lucky that you had found a place that was full of kind folks. The headboard was put together in a matter of minutes and Dean carried it into your bedroom with ease before picking out the pieces for the footboard.

“Thank you, Dean. I know this is probably not how you wanted to spend your Saturday afternoon.”

“I like to build things. I built my cabin, so a bedframe is a piece of cake.”

“I guess that’s pretty impressive.” Casually playing that off made Dean slightly smile again. You could tell he was feeling a little more comfortable.

“What are you doing up here all by yourself anyway?” He quickly wiped any traces of emotion from his face.

You shrugged. “I just needed a new start and this place fell in my lap, so I jumped. I might be a little in over my head, but I have to start somewhere, right?”

“Why’d you move?” You thought it bold of him to ask the hard-hitting questions but admired his straightforwardness.

You took a moment to carefully word your response. “Sometimes you just need to take yourself out of an unhealthy situation even if it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.”

Dean was surely picking up on your lack of details. “I can respect that.” His eyes fell to the bruise on your arm that he had first noticed a few days before. You self-consciously rubbed the sore spot and felt grateful for the phone ringing that stopped the conversation from progressing any further.

You looked to see that Bobby’s shop was calling and brought the phone to your ear. “Hey, Bobby.”

Dean watched as you slowly paced back and forth by the window. He had felt ridiculous this morning for washing a stupid plastic plate just so he could have an excuse to come over and apologize, but he was glad that risk paid off, even if you did think he was clueless.

As he put the last few screws in the footboard, Dean couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you were having on the phone. You sounded a little disappointed and Dean assumed that Bobby had called with bad news.

“How’s the truck?” Dean asked once you had joined him on the floor and began picking up the spare screws.

“Apparently my truck is an ‘old piece of crap’, and the only battery Bobby had that would fit ended up being a dud. He ordered a new one, but it won’t be in until Monday.”

While Dean agreed that your truck should probably be retired, he felt empathetic that you’d had so many problems with it since moving in. “I’ll give you a ride to work.” The words flew from his mouth before he really thought about what he was saying. That wasn’t normally something he’d offer to do. “If you want, that is.”

“Dean, I can’t ask you to do that…” You were sure at this point that he thought you were just some helpless stupid girl that didn’t know how to do anything for yourself.

“Well, you didn’t ask. I volunteered.”

“Still, you’ve done so much for me in the short time that I’ve been here, I feel like I’m just mooching off of you at this point.”

“I’ve barely done anything.” Dean brushed your statement off, but you knew you were right.

“You gave me a ride on my first day, fixed my battery, you’re here wasting your Saturday helping me put together furniture, and now you’re going to give me another ride to work on Monday. That sounds like mooching to me.”

“Your house and City Hall are both on my way to work. I haven’t been the most welcoming person in the world, so let’s just call it even.”

You could tell that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so you got up and went into the kitchen. You opened the cabinet and pulled out another plate of blueberry pie bars and took them to Dean. He gladly accepted.

After pulling back the plastic wrap and shoving a whole bar in his mouth, he mumbled, “Now we’re definitely even.” He rubbed his hands together to brush the crumbs off and finished his bite. “You had these the whole time and you weren’t going to share?”

“That recipe makes a lot. I figured I’d take half to you last night and the other half to work on Monday, but my co-workers aren’t here helping me put together furniture, so bon appetite.”

He put another in his mouth and nodded in approval. “You can keep the plate this time.” You couldn’t help but tease Dean. He stopped midchew and gave you a jaded glare which you did your best to ignore and instead focused on suppressing your laughter. Dean was still trying to hide his smiles, but you caught a glance anyway.

“It’s not a waste, by the way.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“You said I was wasting my Saturday by helping you out. But I don’t mind.” He briefly looked up at you but continued before could say anything else. “Help me move these.”

After carrying all the pieces into the bedroom and putting them together, Dean helped you lift your mattress onto the frame, and you threw yourself onto the bed.

“So. Much. Better.” You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose before giving a comfortable sigh. You knew your back would appreciate the little bit of give that the frame allowed. Dean was leaning against the door and you caught his eyes as you sat up. He quickly looked away when you noticed him staring.

“I saw two other boxes out there. Do they need to be put together too?” Dean almost seemed excited to dig into the next project.

“Yes, but if you have somewhere you need to be, I think I can handle it.”

Dean checked his watch. “It’d give me a good excuse to not go to Jo’s party tonight.”

“Jo, that’s Bobby and Ellen’s daughter, right?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, parties aren’t really my scene.”

“I’m with you on that one.” You were quite the introvert yourself and could relate to the feeling of social dread. “Well, if you’re sure, then be my guest.”

You followed Dean into the living room, and he dragged the bigger of the two boxes over and began to pull out the contents. A growl from your stomach and a glance at the clock told you that it was dinner time.

“Are you hungry?”

Dean shrugged. “A little.”

You opened your cabinets and fridge as if there would be more food than there was earlier. “I’m low on supplies, but I’ve got stuff for turkey sandwiches. Is that okay?”

“Sounds great.”

You threw together two sandwiches and Dean already had half the table put together by the time you were done. You handed his plate to him and sat down on the floor against the wall next to the fireplace. Dean shook the wood dust from his pants and joined you.

“So, accounting, huh? Was that always the dream job?” All of Dean’s questions were posed as if he was only making nonchalant small talk, but the way he intently listened told you that he actually cared about your answers.

“No, but it pays the bills, and I don’t mind numbers. I don’t always love it, but I really like the people I work with here.” Dean was still working on a mouthful of food and you figured it was your turn to ask the questions. “Did you always want to be a lumberjack?”

Dean scoffed. “I’m not a lumberjack!”

“That’s debatable. Sarah said you work at the sawmill, I’ve only ever seen you wear plaid, and apparently you’re the wood whisperer.” You motioned to the almost completed table.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t go prancing around the woods with an axe on my shoulder.”

“Whatever you say.” You figured if he wanted to share more details with you, he would.

“I don’t just work at the sawmill, I run it.”

“How is it being the head-honcho?” Although you did a lot of paperwork for you job, you didn’t envy the workload of a CEO.

“Awful.” His answer was blunt and straightforward. “My dad pulled me into the family business a few years ago and I took over when he got sick.”

“I heard about that. How is he doing now?”

“He’s good. I think he and my mom are hoping to move back soon.”

“What would you be doing if you weren’t working at the sawmill?”

Dean was a little caught off guard by your question. “Why does it matter?”

“Because you can’t go through life hating most of it. That’s just going to make you miserable.” You were speaking from experience.

Dean’s eyes examined yours as if he was trying to find an ulterior motive behind your questions. “I worked as a mechanic for a long time and loved it. I always thought I’d take over for Bobby when he retired down at the shop.”

“Maybe when your dad gets back you can switch over?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Dean’s hesitancy to open up when his dad was brought up told you to drop the subject.

After you both were finished eating, he stood and offered a hand to help you up. “Let’s get this thing finished so you don’t have to keep eating on the floor.”

You spent the rest of the evening handing Dean the hardware he asked for and listening to oldies. Maybe he wasn’t the most talkative guy in the world, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence that fell between you two. It was actually nice to be in the company of someone who wasn’t going to push for every detail of your life story.

After breaking down the empty carboard boxes that were the remnants of a long afternoon’s work, Dean pulled on his coat.

“Thank you for all your help today. The place is finally starting to come together.” Although you were still without a couch, your home started to look more livable.

“Don’t mention it. So, I’ll see you Monday morning then?” He asked before he reached for the door handle.

You nodded with a smile and handed him the plate of blueberry bars. He excitedly took it from you and gave a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Dean.”

Monday morning slowly crept up after a Sunday spent mostly in bed. It had snowed most of the day and night so you bundled up as much as you could. A peek out the window showed that your small driveway had been plowed again. You put a reminder in your phone to get a thank you gift for the plow driver who was a guardian angel in disguise. Dean pulled up just a few seconds later and you hurried out to his truck.

“Mornin’.” He greeted.

“Hey yourself.” You buckled your seatbelt and extended your hands towards the vent like you had done the last time Dean gave you a ride. His truck was much newer than yours and the heater worked like a charm.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” He asked as he backed out onto the road.

“Expense reports. They’re as thrilling as they sound. And also, I’m covering the front desk solo. Sarah texted and said she woke up with a fever, so she’s taking a sick day.”

“I’ll have to ask Sam how she’s doing.” A few minutes passed as you slowly made your way down the slick road. “So, listen, it’s supposed to snow all day. I’ll come and grab you after work and take you down to Bobby’s place.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that. It’s like a ten-minute walk.”

“It’s a good excuse to make sure I don’t get pulled into some long boring meeting at the end of the day.”

“Well then in that case you’re welcome.” You gave a cheeky grin which was returned.

Thankfully, the ride to work was short. Driving in the snow gave you serious anxiety so the sight of City Hall was a welcomed one.

“What time should I come pick you up?”

“I’m off at four, but I can stay later if you can’t get out that early.”

“Four is great. One of the perks of being the boss is that I can make my own hours.”

Ellen waved to you as she walked in, so you quickly said goodbye to Dean and joined her. Dean waited to make sure you got inside okay before taking off.

“Did Dean give you a ride today?” Ellen looked at you skeptically.

“Yeah, my truck is still in the shop, so he volunteered to drop me off on his way to work.”

“Hmm. That’s weird.” She took her hat off and shook the snow from it. “It’s been years since I’ve seen Dean socializing with anyone that’s not in his little circle.”

“Honestly, I think he just pities me because I’m new and clueless when it comes to snow.” Shrugging your coat off, you set it on the back of your chair and placed your bag underneath your desk.

“I never thought I’d see him speak to another girl after what Cassie did to him.” Ellen shook her head and raised her eyebrows.

“Cassie?” This was the first you’d heard of her.

“Yeah, she broke his heart pretty bad a few years back.”

Garth appeared from around the corner and called Ellen back to his office. You knew that Dean had a rough few years but hadn’t heard many details aside from his dad getting cancer, which was a hard enough situation on its own. While you wanted to know more, you didn’t want to dig for info where it was none of your business. If Dean wanted to tell you about Cassie, he would do it on his own time and you would just have to respect that.

Dean arrived at the sawmill and made his way to his office on the upper level of the plant. Not ten minutes after he began his day’s work, Sam entered and sat down in one of the chairs across from Dean’s desk.

“Where were you Saturday night? I thought you said you were going to Jo’s party.”

Dean shrugged. “I got busy and didn’t realize what time it was.”

“Busy with what? I’m sure there’s not that much to do up that mountain of yours.”

“Just busy.”

Sam was used to his brother’s antics at this point and knew it was futile to push for details.

“How’s Sarah doing?” Dean asked, hoping to delay the morning managers meeting as long as possible.

“She’s alright. Woke up with a fever, so she’s just going to sleep it off.” A lightbulb went off for Sam and he frowned. “Wait, how did you know that Sarah’s sick?”

“Crap…” Dean thought to himself. He knew he was busted. “I don’t know. I just heard it through the grapevine.”

“I didn’t tell anyone about her and I’m pretty sure the only people she told were the people at work…” Sam thought long and hard for a few seconds until he realized what must have happened. “Y/N?”

Sam had always been too smart for his own good and Dean had always hated it. “I gave her a ride to work while Bobby has her truck. That’s all.”

“Is that what you were busy with on Saturday too?”

Dean sent messages to Benny and Cas, instructing them to quickly come up to his office to start the morning meeting and hopefully get Sam off his back.

Sam took Dean’s silence as a yes. “What did you guys do all night then?”

“We had a pillow fight and painted each other’s nails.”

Sam had a special bitch-face reserved for Dean and was throwing it his way now.

“We put together furniture and ate sandwiches on the floor. There, now you know. Happy?”

Cas and Benny walked in together.

“Hey fellas, what’s the news?” Benny greeted.

Dean knew from Sam’s devious grin that the end of this conversation was nowhere in sight. “Dean wasn’t at Jo’s party because he was with the new girl in town.”

Cas quickly turned his head and looked at Dean as if he had lobsters crawling out his ears. “This Dean? Our Dean?”

Sam nodded and Benny laughed as he took a seat. “I heard she’s real pretty! It’s about time you find a good one. Nice job, brother.”

Dean groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “Listen, I helped her out with one thing. I barely know her, so cut the crap or I will fire all of you asses.”

Cas, Benny and Sam all exchanged mischievous looks but dropped the subject to avoid Dean’s angry side coming out for the rest of the day.

The day was slow for you, but it gave you plenty of time to finish verifying payroll hours for everyone. Sarah’s energetic personality was definitely being missed as you began to feel drowsy around two thirty. The bell to the front door dinged so you stood to find Sheriff Mills and her son.

“Mom, you promised that you wouldn’t have to work today.” The little boy moaned.

“I’m sorry, honey. The Mayor just has to meet with me for a few minutes and then I promise I’m all yours, okay?”

“Hey guys! Can I help with anything?” You greeted.

“Y/N, hey. How are you settling in?” Jody gave a warm smile and did her best to ignore her son who was tugging at her sleeve.

“I’m finally getting everything set up, so I’d say pretty well. Who’s this handsome fella with you?”

The little boy blushed a little as you leaned on the counter and smiled down at him.

“This is my son, Owen. It’s technically my day off, but do I ever really get a day off as a Sheriff?”

Owen continued to pull at Jody’s sleeve and beg to leave.

“Hey Owen, do you happen to like hot chocolate?” You had always been good with kids and figured you try to help Jody out while she met with Garth. You were pretty much done with your work for the day anyway.

Owen nodded shyly. “Well, I don’t want to brag, but I make a mean breakroom hot chocolate. You want to help me make some while your mom meets with the Mayor? If that’s okay with her, that is.”

Owen looked to his mom for approval and she nodded. He ran behind the front desk and Jody mouthed a silent, “Thank you,” to which you smiled and led Owen back to the breakroom.

After making two steaming cups of hot chocolate, you took pushed together two empty desks and taught Owen how to play paper football. After showing him how to fold the paper and a few practice rounds, you began to keep track of points. The winner would take home a medal that you made from paperclips and an eraser.

Time flew by and before you knew it, over an hour had passed. You heard someone come in the door and looked over to see Dean. He had arrived a few minutes early and decided to wait for you inside rather than in the cold car.

“Am I crashing the party?” Dean leaned on the front desk.

“Dean!” Owen side-stepped the desk and ran to wrap his arms around Dean’s waist.

“You’re just in time for the final round of paper football. You in?” You held up the small piece of folded paper with a playful grin.

“Step aside, let the master show you how it’s done.” Dean ripped off his coat and set it on your desk. “What do I get when I win?”

You held up the eraser necklace and Owen excitedly added that he helped make it.

You and Owen were neck in neck in the first round, but you scuffed your last shot on purpose and made a big stink about it. Dean ruffled Owen’s hair as he knelt down at the end of the desk and lined up his shot perfectly. Owen held his own but missed his last shot and Dean knew that he could win if he made the next one. He set his paper up perfectly and you couldn’t help but giggle at the exaggerated sigh of concentration that he let out. Dean’s eyeline moved from the game quickly up to you as he gave a quick wink and under-shot his chance on purpose, giving the win to Owen if he made his next shot, which he did.

Jody paused before entering the room and watched from just out of sight as Owen jumped up and down in triumph. Ellen joined and leaned on the wall, watching as you helped Owen up onto the desk and presented him with the make-shift medal that you had thrown together. Dean put Owen on his shoulders and did a victory lap around the desks while squeals of delight filled the air.

“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Dean Winchester acting like he’s been properly socialized?” Jody tilted her head to look at Ellen who was smiling knowingly.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him like this. Ever since a little bird flew into town, he’s seems to be a little less crotchety.”

Jody and Ellen watched the smile that you and Dean shared once he put Owen down.

“Mom!” Owen ran over and proudly showed off his medal.

“That’s great, hon!” Jody looked up as you and Dean approached. “You guys are lifesavers; I really owe you one.”

“We had fun, huh?” You nudged Owen with your arm causing him to blush and avert his eyes. You smirked and turned to Dean. “I’ll go grab my stuff and then we can head out.”

Dean knelt down and held his hand out for a high-five. “Good game, kid. That’s well-deserved.” He pointed at the eraser hanging around Owen’s neck.

“I like Y/N. She’s fun… and pretty.” Owen whispered to Dean. Jody instructed her son to grab his coat and said goodbye to everyone.

Dean was leaning against your desk when you came out from the back.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.” You smiled in response.

Once you were in Dean’s truck, you asked, “how do you know Owen so well?”

“When my parents moved away, Jody kind of took me and Sam under her wing and made sure we were taken care of. We were over at her house for dinner a fair amount, so Owen and I are pretty good buddies.”

“Jody seems sweet. I like her.”

“She’s one of the good ones. A lot of people here are. Ellen has always been a surrogate mom to me as well. My dad and I don’t always get along, so Bobby and Ellen kind of adopted me when I was pretty young.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Don’t be. We all have our issues.”

Dean pulled up outside Bobby’s shop just a few short minutes later. “I’ll come in with you and make sure everything’s working okay. I gotta talk to Bobby anyway.”

You and Dean rushed inside out of the cold and Jo looked up from the front desk. “Hey Dean!”

“Hey, Jo. Your dad around?”

“He’s on the phone but should be done soon.” She turned her gaze to you. “You must be the new girl.”

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You offered a smile to Jo, which was not returned.

“We’re just here for her truck. You got the keys?” Dean picked up on Jo’s attitude and tried to hurry the conversation along.

She shuffled through the box of keys that was on the desk and pulled one out, reading the tag to make sure it was the right one before tossing it to you. You caught it easily and thanked her.

“What do I owe you?”

“We’ll send you the bill.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I’ll just head out then.” You turned to Dean. “See you around. Thanks again for the ride.”

Dean nodded with a shy smile and watched as you got in your truck and left. He wasn’t sure why, but part of him was hoping that the truck wouldn’t start up, so you’d have to ride back with him, but he knew Bobby was too good of a mechanic for that. The rumble of your engine starting up signaled your official exit and Dean hastily made his way back to Bobby’s office to avoid Jo’s impending interrogation on why he had ditched out on her party.

You had gotten to work a little early the next day and were at your desk when Sarah came in.

“Hey, how you feeling?” You had texted her the night before to see if she needed anything, but she said Sam was doing a great job at playing nurse.

“Much better. I think it was just one of those twenty-four-hour bugs. How was yesterday?”

“Slow and quiet. It was weird without you here. Jody brought Owen in and we had a paper football tournament, which was pretty fun though.”

“I’m sorry I missed out!”

Ellen walked out from her office and sat at an empty desk next to you and Sarah. “Are you still good for Thursday, Y/N?”

“You bet!”

“What’s Thursday?” Sarah wondered.

“Ellen, Garth and I are heading to Baker for a convention on the new tax regulations for this year. We’ll head down Thursday morning and come back up on Saturday night.”

Sarah’s face dropped. “No, not this weekend! Saturday is Dean’s birthday and we’re throwing him a surprise party down at The Salty Hunter. I was going to invite you both today!”

“Oh, shoot…” You felt bad that you’d miss Dean’s birthday when he’d been so helpful to you lately.

“Well, maybe we can try to be back for the party?” Ellen suggested. “We’ll head out as soon as we can.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Sarah pointed a finger at you both.

“What’s The Salty Hunter?” You wondered.

“That’s the bar on main street. Rufus, who owns it, used to be a hunter so he named it after himself. He’s a character but a good guy.” Ellen explained.

That night after work you went grocery shopping and then headed home to make some dinner and watch something stupid to unwind before bed. You changed into pajamas and a t-shirt and settled down at your new table. Before you could take a bite of your pasta, someone knocked on your door. You peeked through the curtains to see who it was and saw Dean standing outside, shaking his leg to try and stay warm.

You unlocked the door and the wind helped it open. “Get in here, it’s freezing!” You ordered and Dean gladly complied.

“How’s the truck working?” He rubbed his hands together to thaw his fingers.

“Like a charm. Bobby really knows his stuff.” You grabbed the blanket that was slung over the back of a chair and wrapped it around yourself as you sat and offered Dean the other chair at the table.

“So, uh,” he traced the woodgrain pattern on the floor with his eyes as if he was afraid to look at you, “I don’t know if you have any plans on Saturday, but some friends and I are getting together down at the bar if you want to get to know a few more people. It’s nothing big.”

“This little gathering wouldn’t happen to be for your birthday, would it?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. “Sarah told me about it today.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not really a party or anything. I just thought it would be good for you to get out of this tiny cabin. I’m not even supposed to know about it, but Sam told me.”

You were surprised that Dean went out of his way to invite you, and the gesture made you feel even worse that you might not be there.

“I’m going to try my absolute hardest to be there. Ellen, Garth and I are actually going to be at a tax thing from Thursday until Saturday but we’re making it our goal to be back in time.”

“Like I said, it’s not a big deal, so don’t stress about it.”

“Birthdays are a big deal, so don’t play it off all casual. Plus, I already have the perfect present picked out for you, so it would be a shame if you didn’t get it.”

An inquisitive look lit up Dean’s emerald eyes. “The perfect present, huh? You sure you know me that well?”

“I am one hundred percent sure it will be the best present you’ve ever gotten from me.” Considering that you’d never given him a present before, you weren’t wrong.

Dean pushed his jaw slightly to one side and pressed his tongue to his canine while fighting a grin. “You’re funny, you know that?”

You scrunched you nose and stood from your chair. “Have you eaten? I’ve got extra.” Before he answered, you were already dishing him up a plate of spaghetti.

“No, I just got off work. Late day at the office.” He dug right into his food when you set it down on the table. “Are you planning on getting a couch or something?” He looked out into the barren room.

“No, I think I like empty, minimalistic look. It’s very modern.”

At this point, Dean had a pretty firm grasp on your dry sense of humor and just shook his head. He scarfed down his food and went back for a second plate while you cleaned up the kitchen a bit. He washed his own plate when he was done and placed it in the drying rack.

“Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt your night. I would have just texted you to invite you, but I don’t have your number.”

You held out your hand and Dean reached into his pocket and gave you his phone. It was an old, sturdy Nokia flip phone and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Look at this dinosaur. I haven’t seen one of these since… I don’t know, middle school?”

“It’s not that old.” Dean tried to defend himself. “I tried the fancy smart phones, but I hated them. Who needs a phone for more than just calling and texting?”

You flipped it open dramatically and saved your number before handing it back to him right as it began to ring. “It’s Sam, I should probably get this. Thanks again for dinner. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You didn’t. I always make way too much pasta anyway.”

Dean gave a grateful smile and a small wave as he answered the phone and left.

Chapter 3

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rpmemes-galore · 4 years

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supernatural : season 1 ... sentence starters

“Never? You're never afraid?“

“Must you cheapen the moment?”

“Well, that's 'cause you're a freak.“

“That's not fear. That is precaution.“

“Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault.“

“I swore I was done hunting for good.“

“You're scared. It's okay, I understand.“

“I hope your apple pie's freakin' worth it!“

“Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.“

“You're not gonna try to kill me, are you?“

“Let me know if you see any dead people.”

“I wish I could have that kind of innocence.“

“Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud.“

“No, no I... I was seeing things. It's impossible.”

“Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad.“

“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?“

“You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?“

“So, what, all of this never keeps you up at night?“

“'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.“

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.“

“You know who starts a sentence with ‘truth is’? Liars.”

“If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up.“

“Yeah, you're right, it's not my fault; but it's my problem!“

“You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything.“

“So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?“

“What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!“

“I know it's not easy, but I'm gonna die and you can't stop it.“

“As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.“

“Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with.“

“I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.“

“I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.“

“You wanna shoot me, baby? Go ahead. It won't end anything.“

“You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?“

“People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.“

“All I'm saying, you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for you.“

“I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.“

“No, look, man, everybody's gotta open up to someone, sometime.“

“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was.“

“No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man; it's not like you.“

“You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk.“

“I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.“

“Look, man, I get you're nervous, alright? But you gotta stay focused.“

“See, that attitude right there, that is why I always got the extra cookie.“

“Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon!“

“Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, 'cause there was nothing you could've done.“

“I'll tell you what else helps: killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.“

“I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others.“

“We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh, ‘squeal like a pig’ trouble?“

“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.“

“Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark.“

“Look, I'm just saying, that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.“

“What are we gonna tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?“

“Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I'm not so bad myself.“

“You're a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don't care what anybody thinks.“

“Must be hard with your sense of direction... never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.“

“I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things — the family business.”

“I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you.“

“Don't be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!”

“Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.“

“Look, I know losing someone you love. It's terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain... you shut out everything else, too.”

“Well, I've lied, a lot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man, a nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat, sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. Does that make me a bad person?”

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mountainsluna · 4 years

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secrets | part 1

PART TWO

request: “The reader just started dating Mingi after breaking up with Yunho because her parents introduced her to Mingi and even when she told Yunho about this, Yunho suggested parting ways. When Mingi brings the reader home, the reader and Yunho meets each other. But none of other boys know about this. The breakup is also a bit fresh.“

pairing: mingi x reader & yunho x reader (briefly)

genre: angst & slight fluff

word count: 1.8k

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What you and Yunho had was a bit tricky. Yes you two considered yourselves to be in a relationship together, however, the main problem was that it had to stay hidden from absolutely everyone, especially the people closest to you.

Yunho was preparing to become a member of a new boy group soon and he thought that a relationship would only bring added worries to the other 7 trainees he was with. If the others found out, he didn’t want them to feel like they couldn’t rely on him anymore so... he decided keeping your love a secret would be his best option. In fact, he kept his two worlds so far apart, you weren’t even allowed to know about his other groupmates, claiming it was “company policy” since they hadn’t debuted yet.

You on the other hand, were the daughter of two very successful business people. Who and when you married was always said to be their decision, no matter what you wanted. Not wanting to cause any unnecessary problems for yourself, you were okay with being Yunho’s secret as he was yours as well.

Being the overly cautious person you were, you never expected to go against your parent’s wishes. That was until you met Yunho. His carefree attitude and loving personality made you fall for him in an instant. You two had met through a mutual friend during a group outing one day and as soon as you arrived, Yunho couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The two of you ended up exchanging numbers the same night and after he got to know you, he was completely enamored by your personality. However, due to his prior commitments (that being his group) you more often than not came second to his idol life. Though, it didn’t upset you as much as you’d think, you were always busy with work and helping with the company, not to mention trying to keep him a secret as well, that it didn’t really phase you. You knew how much he liked you and just knowing that he was there to support and comfort you in your times of need was enough for you.

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One evening, your parents asked you to join them for dinner as they had a guest coming to join as well. Family dinners being so insanely rare you could only imagine what kind of special guest they were having over. When you arrived they informed you that the guest of honor was no business mogul, but in fact a nice boy named Mingi. He apparently was an idol trainee whose parents owned their own chain of companies that your family had their eye on merging with. You could feel your palms getting sweaty as your heart began to race. All you could think about was Yunho.

Not too long after you, Mingi arrived, your first impression was that he was tall and handsome beyond belief, albeit a bit clumsy but for whatever reason you found it endearing. You all chatted for a few hours over dinner before your parents insisted on moving things to the living room so you’d all be more comfortable. Right around 10pm Mingi’s family driver showed up at your door to pick him up. He thanked your parents and you, taking your hand in his to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before walking out.

Your parents always wanted you with someone who would also inherit their family’s company, that was a given. However, Mingi was incredibly charming and smart, you could see why your parents had overlooked his idol trainee status, he was the perfect boy. Not to mention their sly comments about how they expected him to drop it all one day and just go with the flow of running his family’s company.

Following your parent’s wishes, you met up with Mingi a couple more times after that, sharing casual conversations over coffee. The more you got to know him the more you felt like you could very much see yourself dating him, it wasn’t a stretch, he was good-looking, funny, kind-hearted and your parents completely approved. Not to mention how much easier it would be, for starters, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had gone somewhere as simple and as public as a coffee shop with Yunho. He was your only worry now.

The next night you and Yunho were sitting on the rooftop outside your bedroom window. It was nearly 3am, Yunho having come over after practice when you told him you needed to talk to him in person. You told him everything about the dinner the other night and about the boy your parents wanted you to see, giving him every detail. The longer you talked the more Yunho’s face dropped. His thick brown bangs now covering his eyes as he sat with his knees against his chest. “So do you like him?” He asked, not bothering to look up.

“What?”

“Do you like him?”

“I mean he’s really nice but-” “Then what’s stopping you from dating him?”

“Wha-? Yunho! I’m dating you! Did you forget? Did I become so much of a second thought to you that you forgot we were actually together?”

He turned his head towards you for the first time, his eyes squinting and jaw clenching, you knew your words had hurt him but you couldn’t take them back. You didn’t even know why you spat at him the way you did but the way he was acting had begun to upset you. Why wasn’t he trying to keep you from this other guy? Were you not as important to him as you thought?

“You’re in no position to tell me that, not when I’m just your dirty little secret.”

You were speechless.

“Just make your parents happy and date him, y/n. He can be the second idol trainee you’ve slept with.” Tears welled in your eyes as you watched him stand up and climb off of the roof. You didn’t have the nerve to stop him. Maybe it was better this way, you two could stop hiding.

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It had been two weeks since your argument with Yunho and neither of you had spoken a word to each other since. Over the past week, Mingi grew more and more eager to take you out on a proper date as his girlfriend and after little thought, you agreed. You realized you’d have to move on sooner or later and why not with this cute boy that absolutely adored you and wanted nothing more than to be yours?

Boyfriend Mingi was even more than you expected him to be, he was a whole gentleman. Opening doors for you, making sure to call you every night and text you every morning. It felt nice to go out on dates in public, to be shown off wherever you went. Mingi loved having you on his arm and he made sure you knew how proud he was to have you as his girlfriend. When he told you about one of his group mates having a small birthday party at their dorm and that he wanted to take you to introduce you, you tried as hard as you could to decline. You didn’t want to intrude, you’d be the only outsider there. You also remembered how scared Yunho had been about his members even knowing about you, you couldn’t help but be worried about what Mingi’s group would think of you.

“Baby, I talk about you all the time to them I know they’re gonna love you! They all see how happy you make me and they’re gonna be with me for a really long time, just like I hope you will be.” After an entire week of reassurances and numerous puppy dog eyes from Mingi, you decided to attend to make him happy. Maybe it would all go great and they’d accept you.

Mingi was the one to answer the door when you arrived and you were so incredibly thankful, the bright smile on his face alone was enough to calm your nerves. He kissed you softly before taking your hand in his, leading you into the dorm. You immediately noticed three boys sitting on the living room sofa bickering loudly about the music choice. Your entrance quieting them instantly as they moved to introduce themselves. Their names were San, Jongho and Wooyoung, San being the only one to not shake your hand, opting for a hug instead. He claimed to be Mingi’s best friend before a Wooyoung began yelling at him from the other side of the room.

“Let’s get you a drink while they entertain themselves.” Mingi suggested, leading you into the kitchen where you met Hongjoong, Seonghwa and the birthday boy Yeosang. They were all incredibly handsome and polite and you instantly felt so comfortable around them. They were all so nice, you regretted ever feeling so nervous to meet them in the first place. You five chatted awhile before they one by one made their way into the living room until you and Mingi were alone.

“So, baby, what do you think of them?” He asked, casually wrapping his arms around you.

“Everyone is so sweet, I didn’t expect them to like me so quickly.”

“I told you, you had absolutely nothing to worry about.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips before the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and felt your heart drop to your stomach.

It was Yunho.

“Oh hey!” Mingi started, moving from your side to throw his arm around Yunho playfully. “This is the person I wanted you to meet the most, he’s been with me through so much.”

The shock you felt in that moment was incomparable to anything else, you had never felt so cornered in your life. Your legs felt like jello and you swore you could even feel your stomach twisting inside you as Yunho’s piercing eyes stared back at you, the fakest smile you had ever seen plastered on his face. “Hi I’m Yunho, it’s nice to meet you! Mingi’s told me so much about you.”

“H-Hi I-I’m y/n.” You prayed Mingi wouldn’t notice your stuttering but if he had, he didn’t address it. The way Yunho’s hand felt in yours as you greeted each other was deadly, it only lasted a second yet the coldness of it was enough to kill you.

He knew. He knew Mingi the entire time. It was his best friend.

“You guys don’t have to be so formal! I want you two to get along the most.” The soft encouraging smile on Mingi’s face told you that he had absolutely no idea that you two had ever known each other.

“In time, Mingi.” Yunho said bluntly before grabbing a bottle of water from the counter behind you, his body lightly brushing past you as he left the room. You were on the verge of either passing out or screaming but before you could do either, Mingi’s hands were on your shoulders as he guided you out of the kitchen.

“He’s been kinda moody the past few weeks, I swear he’s not usually that reserved. I’m sure once he’s back to normal he’ll warm up to you so don’t take it personally. Now let’s go with the others!”

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massivelycreepypineapple · 4 years

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The Playlist

Request: I have a request ♡ what if there is a scene in impala where the boys & y/n are tired after a hunt so for the first time y/n asks the boys to play her pop playlist. dean disagrees then they eventually agree. and the playlist can start with a recording tag says "for dean winchester, the love of my life" (y/n forgets to delete it) and then it plays tons of love songs (y/n is sleeping) AND THEN FLUFFY DEAN?????

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you like this!

Feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 1460

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You were tired, scratched up and overall beyond exhausted when you got into the Impala after the gruelling hunt. You could barely keep your eyes open and It didn’t help that you had a long ride back home. You knew you’d have to listen to Dean’s obnoxious rock music on repeat which only added to your frustration. So you decided that just this once you’d find a way to get the boys to agree to your pop playlist. And should they refuse, you’d have to make a deal with Crowley to make sure they were damned for eternity.

As soon as you situated yourself in the back seat, Dean pulled onto the road, gunning it. He reached for his collection to pick an AC/DC song. You scoffed silently at that. How typical of him? The guy was so predictable. But that didn’t stop you from falling deeper in love with him each passing day. Even his predictability was absolutely endearing and that annoyed you further.

Before you could get lost in thoughts of the green eyed idiot in the front seat, you opened your backpack pulling out your pop playlist. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the upcoming argument.

“Um Dean?” You called tentatively.

“Hmm?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“Can we please play my list just this once?”

“Absolutely not!” He said breaking the peace and making Sam, who was trying to sleep, jump out of his skin and cuss. “You know the rules, Y/N. Driver picks the music-“

“Shotgun shuts his cake hole. I know, Dean.” You interrupted. “But there is a flaw in that logic.” You smirked tiredly.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He was suspicious.

“I’m not sitting shotgun.” You smiled cheekily.

Sam snorted from the front seat, eyes still closed. “She’s got you there, Dean.”

Dean glared at Sam and looked a little taken aback by your logic.

“N-no, she hasn’t. Because I’m still not playing her stupid girly pop.” He scoffed.

Your exhaustion brought about your ugly side within mere seconds and a sharp pang of irritation coursed through you, making you whack his head. He yelled out and swerved the car in surprise.

“What was that for?!” He glared at you.

“I’m trying to sleep here.” Mumbled Sam grumpily, which was ignored.

You simply shrugged at Dean, looking out the window quite angry and extremely sleepy. You just wanted your music to calm down from the hunt, and it wasn’t like you ever asked him for anything. Why was this too much to ask?

He sighed looking at how exhausted you were and his eyes softened a little.

“Fine just this once I’ll let you play your list.” He mumbled clearly unhappy with the situation.

You handed him your list, too tired to say anything more, and curled up in the back, finally able to relax knowing that the sweet sound of pop will be lulling you to sleep combined with the soothing motion of the car.

There were very few times in your entire life when you could summon the ability to fall asleep within seconds and this was one of them. Adding your exhaustion and dazed state into the mix, you had completely forgotten that the play list you had chosen had incriminating content in it.

You didn’t realise it when the damn thing started off with your voice proclaiming your love for the one and only Dean Winchester.

“For Dean Winchester, who has been the love of my life and my hero for as long as I remember. I hope you never find this, baby.” Followed by a list of love songs that poured out your heart and soul for said man. You were also blissfully unaware of his reaction, the blush creeping down his neck and the loving and awed glances he threw your way as he drove you home.

Your ignorance of the whole situation saved you from being completely and utterly mortified in that moment, postponing it to a later time. And in your tuckered out state, you slept through the entire ordeal dreaming of your green eyed hunter.

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Hours later you were rudely woken by a slam of the car door. You noticed that you arrived home just before the sun set, and the boys were unloading the car. You got out to grab your stuff, only to have Dean grab them and wink at you before making his way inside. You were left behind in the garage confused at what had occurred. It wasn’t unusual for you to help each other out when the other was injured or in need of help. But when neither is the case, it was a little perplexing.

“You coming, Y/N?” Sam asked, startling you.

“Yeah” You mumbled following him inside.

You quickly made your way to your room, excited for a shower to remove the filth and dried up blood. When you were done and dried, you wrapped yourself in a towel and walked to your closet to pick out a pair of sweat pants and Dean’s t-shirt that you stole from him. But before you could get dressed, your door opened and Dean came in, stopping short at the sight of you.

“Dean!” You yelled, clutching the towel tighter to gather up what little modesty you could.

“Sorry! I didn’t realise you’d be, well naked.” He grinned sheepishly.

“What did you think I’d be doing after getting dirty, Dean?!”

“Well, for starters I’d rather you get dirty because of me.” His grin got brighter, as he got less and less sheepish.

You blinked at him taken aback by his sudden flirty behaviour. It wasn’t unusual for Dean to flirt. It did take up 70% of his personality. But it didn’t mean you’d ever get used to the damn butterflies that set camp in your stomach. But instead of succumbing to the swooning that your brainless heart was doing, you decided to scoff at him.

“You wish, Winchester.” You rolled your eyes. “Can you let me change if you’re done being a perv?”

“Right, yeah. I’m sorry” he genuinely smiled at you. “I’ll wait outside till you’re done.” He added and then shut the door quietly.

You shook your head at him, smiling softly at how adorably weird he was. If only he felt the same about you. You changed your clothes faster than usual, curiosity driving you, and you opened the door to let him in again. He smirked at your T-shirt, making you blush a little but nothing else was said about it.

“What’s up, Dean?” You asked sitting at the edge of the bed, him following your actions.

“I came to give you your play list back.” He handed it over.

“Really? This couldn’t wait? You had to sneak a peak in the process?” You gave him a bitch face.

He chuckled at that, “It really couldn’t have.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “why?”

“Caz I couldn’t wait to do this.” He said before grabbing your face and kissing you right on the lips.

If it weren’t for the wonderful functionality of the human body, you’d have thought your heart would race right off your chest. Your mind went blank and you had no idea what had gotten into him. It wasn’t unwelcome by any means, but an explanation or a warning would’ve been nice.

He pulled away from you and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, smiling softly as if that kiss set everything right in the world.

“W-what was that?” You finally managed to get yourself to work.

“What I should’ve done years ago.” He whispered his eyes never leaving yours.

“Why now, Dean?”

He smirked slightly, “Because I’m the love of your life and your hero.”

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“Your playlist had a little message for me.” He grinned.

The colour drained from your face as realisation hit you like a train. You were starting to panic.

“Oh no.. Dean. I-“

He kissed you again, shushing you. “You’re the love of my life and me hero too, Y/N”

“I am?”

He nodded at you, the smile not leaving his face for even a second. “I loved you since we were teenagers, baby.”

You were surprised at that. “Really? Well, I recorded that when we were 16.” You blushed.

Dean laughed at that and kissed your forehead. “To think we could’ve had all that time”

“I know right?” You laughed.

You squealed when you suddenly found yourself on your back on the bed with Dean above you.

“No time to waste, Y/N. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He then kissed you passionately and this time you didn’t hold back one bit.

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