Brandy Lee Wants To Write

Send ALL the request! I love to write for Supernatual and TWD. But am up for whatever ya throw at me.18+ to read pretty please❤️

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I miss writing so much.

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November 28th, 1966 [Damon Salvatore x Reader]

Damon Salvatore x Reader with the song Single Ladies by Beyoncé [Youtube]. And I threw in some Christmas love!

It was tradition. No matter what was going on in their lives, or who happen to be in their lives at that moment, Y/N and Damon spent Christmas together.

It all started fifty years ago, when he had stumbled upon a young lady coming out of a shop. She was wearing a bright and tacky shift dress that was much shorter than most of the ladies out and about, and her smile was full of confidence.

Drawn to her at once, he feared she would reject him. Someone like her was meant to marry rich and live a housewife life style.

Much to his surprise she had insisted he take her to lunch, even though he’d only greeted her and hadn’t even introduced himself to her.

In a matter of weeks, he was living with her, very much in sin.

He wondered as they put up their first Christmas tree, how such a beautiful and pure lady could go for a guy like him. She should have wanted courting before a wedding, and a wedding before living together. She should have wanted a guy who could take care of her, where she didn’t have to work.

It became clear why she was unlike any other lady he’d seen in the town, when he found out she was a vampire like himself.

It was an extremely awkward moment.

Y/N said she had picked up a shift at the factory she worked at, and had encouraged Damon to go to the local bar and have a drink.

He smiled and said he’d love to do that, and as they parted ways at the end of the drive way, he kissed her goodbye.

He thought she was gone for a few hours, she thought he was gone for a few hours.

Imagine the shock when he came home with his dazed dinner to find her on their now blood covered white sofa, already enjoying hers.

They stayed together for a few years, bonding and causing trouble together, but ultimately parted ways. But not without promising to come home to one another on Christmas.

——– “We need a huge one!” She declared, winding through the trees. Nothing less than perfect would work.

Damon was smiling, lost in how adorable she could be when she was focused on a task that was important to her.

His brother however, who just happen to be home when Y/N had arrived and had decided to tag along, was not enjoying himself.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking up at the quickly darkening sky. “Is it going to take her as long to pick out a tree as it did for ornaments and lights?” Stefan glanced at his brother only to get a glare in return.

“You didn’t have to come. You know this is special to her.” Damon stepped forward and pointed a finger at Stefan’s face. “Do not ruin this for her. Got it?”

“Me ruin it?” His younger brother gave him a cruel smirk. “You do that all on your own. Do you think she’s really been coming around for so long, just because of your stupid tradition?”

“I-” Damon stuttered, allowing Stefan to continue.

“She’s here because she wants to be with you. She loves you Damon. You just don’t notice it, and spending time with you keeps her content. For now.” There was a challenge in his eyes as he looked from his brother to Y/N who was now standing back as a man cut down the tree she had picked

“Stay away from her. She’s mine.” Damon growled, balling his hands into fist.

With a smile, Stefan pointed to the ring on her finger. “Sorry brother, but until she has a wedding ring to go with that one, she’s fair game.” He pushed past Damon who was reaching for him.

Of course Y/N picked that time to skip over and he dropped his hands. He closed his eyes for a second to compose himself before turning and pulling her into a tight hug. “Find one that makes you happy?”

She giggled and nodded against his chest. “I did! But…” She peeked up at him, biting her lip and giving him a tiny frown. “Are you two fighting again?”

He pulled away only to sling an arm around her shoulders so he could guild her to the car. If he didn’t get her out of there now, she’d see a tree she liked more and then they’d end up with two. Again.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head about it.” He kissed her cheek before opening her car door like a gentleman.

Even though they held hands all the way home, Stefan kept quite in the back seat, surely plotting…

——-

They brought everything inside, Stefan went to his room, Y/N made herself comfy on the couch, and Damon went to get them a drink.

“Your favorite.” He said, rounding the corner. “Red wine mixed with a little blood.”

“I’ll take something a little stronger.” Stefan said happily, looking over his shoulder with a smile.

Damon stopped, and just stood there, holding two wine glasses with a huge frown.

He’d only been in the kitchen a few minutes, but in that time Stefan had managed to get comfortable on the couch, with Y/N in his lap. His arms were around her waist and she was resting her head against his chest.

“Thank you babe!” She only looked away from her Christmas movie at the mention of her drink, and was waiting, hand out, for him to give it to her.

“Um, you’re welcome.” He gave her the drink and sat at the other end of the couch. As she sipped the wine and watched her movie, he kept glancing at her. All cuddled up with his brother, it was wrong.

“Can you get me a drink?” Stefan asked as his hand causally stroked her arm, which made her smile.

“You can get it your damn self.” Damon muttered, his eyes focused on his brother’s hand. When he seen it slip under the edge of her shirt, he jumped up.

“Stefan!” He picked Y/N up out of his brother’s lap and growled. “I said leave her alone.”

“And I said she’s not yours, so put her down.” He was on his feet now, reaching out to take her back, but Damon turned his back to him stormed off to his room with her.

He kicked the door shut behind him and careful placed her in his bed before groaning and turning away, a hand running through his hair.

“I can’t believe him!” Damon was so frustrated. “I told him to leave you alone, and he just ignored me!”

“Well.” She sat up and crossed her arms, staring him down. “He’s right. I’m not yours.”

“Well I know that your not mine, but this is our thing-” He was cut off by an eye roll.

“Damon, I’ve been waiting for you for fifty years.” She stood up. “I’ve watched you be with how many women, while I’ve been with no other guys? You are not allowed to get jealous because I’m finally getting the attention I need.”

She looked down, thinking of how to say the next part. When in doubt, go with Queen Bee.

“If you liked it.” She held up her left hand. “Then you shoulda put a ring on it.” With an amused smile, she flipped Damon off before leaving, he was speechless. ————- All night Damon thought about her. From the first time he saw her, up until her flipping him off and leaving. She was unlike any other woman that’d ever been into his life. And he doubted another person could make him feel so alive… ————

He slipped out early that morning, and when he returned, he was greeted with Christmas music coming from the living room.

She was singing along to Winter Wonderland, her favorite.

“In the meadow we can build a snowman then pretend that he is Parson Brown, he’ll say, “Are you married?” We’ll say, “No man” but you can do the job, when you’re in town.“

She was dancing around the tree, putting the lights up without him.

“Y/N.” He tried to hide his nervousness, but the way she tilted her head when she looked over at him showed she’d noticed it.

“Damon, what’s wrong?” Dropping the lights she went over to him, throwing her arms around him for a tight hug. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was just being a brat. And you don’t have to worry, I’m not interested in Stefan.”

“Don’t worry about any of that.” He returned her hug quickly then stepped back, smiling and holding out a box. “I got you an early present.”

“Oh?” She gave a puzzled smile as she took it. “You know early presents are against the rules. But I’ll let it slide this one time.”

She untied the bow and took the top of the box off as he bounced up and down on the heels of feet, excited.

Y/N gasped, carefully touching the ornament inside. It was blue, her favorite color. And it had a date on it.

“November 28th, 1966.” She whispered, trying to hold back her tears. “That’s…” She looked up and he was nodding quickly.

“The day we first met, the day-” Damon took the ornament from its box and got down on one knee. “The day I fell in love with you.”

He popped the ornament open to revel a beautiful ring inside. “I’m sorry it took me fifty years to do this…” He laughed slightly.

“Oh my god.” Y/N was trying to take deep breaths, to keep herself calm as she just stared down at him.

“Y/F/N, will you marry me?” Damon asked hopefully.

“Of course you idiot!” She had him pushed to the floor, on his back in a matter of seconds.

She took the ring from him and slipped it onto her finger as she straddled him.

After admiring the ring for a bit, she looked down at Damon with the confident smile that’d stolen his heart all those years ago.

“If I knew cuddling Stefan was all it would take, I would have tried that a long time ago.” She joked, before kissing him.

[brandyleewhatever]

My favorite of anything I’ve written 😭

[pinkrelish]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘺

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be.. but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.✶

163k+ words | 20 chapters | slow burn, mutual pining, smut, angst

》 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎3

𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 & 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩

dad!mechanic!eddie x pregnant!mom!reader

✶A fast forward in the slow lives of the Munson family, who are about to grow a little bigger.✶

TBD | 10 chapters | smut, pregnancy, bonus mini-series set after main story

》 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎3

𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴 / 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 / 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴

✶Red * indicates smut. Organized in chronological order.✶

BLURBS

》 small thing, sad thing / adrie's birthday morning / first day of kindergarten

ONE SHOTS

》 jerkin' around* / valentine's day / date night / halloween '93 / buying lingerie together* / home video* / an extra for good luck* / three father's days

DELETED SCENES

》 dirty hands* / driving lessons*

[luveline]

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

When Eddie asks you on a date, you don’t believe it. He probably meant as friends, right? Spoiler alert — Eddie wants to be more than friends, and he’s willing to prove it. [4k]

fluff, slight hurt/comfort, fem!reader, plus-sized!reader, reader feels undesirable, kissing, obligatory ‘don’t be cruel’ scene, eddie calls you pretty like ten times, requested here

𓆩❤︎𓆪

Eddie has one of those smiles that screams trouble. Every time he looks at you with that smile he might as well have "I'm gonna break your heart," written across his forehead in tandem. 

You sneak a glance at him across the atrium. Eddie’s paused bussing tables to talk to a patron, his customer service voice in play with a matching smile. It isn't the one you mean, but it's bad enough to make you flush red-hot. You cross your arms over the bar, regret it for its stickiness, and let your head rest against the crook of your elbow. 

You've been working together for a long time now, almost six months, and he's your favourite coworker hands down. He cleans up after himself, he brings snacks that you never accept (lest you look like the greedy chubby girl you worry everyone expects you to be), and he talks to you like a real person.

It's horrifying and it's not fair, but being fat means that sometimes guys don’t want to look at you. They don't want to be in the same room with you, and you can tell; they avert their eyes, or simply don't talk to you directly.

You've never had that feeling with Eddie. He meets your eyes, unflinching, and he sends you one of those pretty smiles and you think Fuck, because he should've been a movie star, he has the cheekbones for it, or a rockstar like that band he's always raving about. He'd have a slim LA girl on both arms, no doubt about it. 

He likely wouldn't waste his time with you. 

Not someone pretty as he is. Sometimes he'll lean over and expose the flat stretch of his stomach, his v-lines and the dark trail of hair peeking above his jeans, and you feel acutely miserable 'cause you know you'll never get to touch him. Workplace crushes suck. 

"Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks, a hand dropping against your shoulder. 

You pull yourself up quickly. Speak of the devil, Eddie stands beside you with his hair tied away from his face. He looks more entertained than concerned, his smile unfortunately genuine. 

"I'm fine," you say, stepping back. His hand falls away from your shoulder. "Sorry, just tired." 

Eddie leans into your space, squinting. You freeze up, but he's only checking the time on the clock behind you. "Gotta tough it out. Still an hour and a half 'til closing." 

Which means there's more than two hours of your shift left. Your face must show how unexciting that is —Eddie laughs, warm and quiet, and gives your hand a squeeze. 

"You'll live," he promises. "Are you busy tonight? Maybe we could go get pizza or something." 

"What, nobody else is available?" you ask. 

His head juts back a touch, put upon shock. "And why can't I ask you? I like you and I like pizza, that's a good combination. And even if you don't like me that much, you like pizza, right?" 

You know —you know, you do— that Eddie doesn't mean it as a slight. This isn't some thinly veiled insult on how you look. Why wouldn't you like pizza? Most people do, but his comment twists itself into an evil inky ball in your chest anyways, thick and hot as tar. 

You shake it off. 

"Who says I don't like you?" you ask, steering the conversation away from food altogether. 

His smile gets somehow better, which is to say worse. You're being punished for something, a childhood wrongdoing or a future crime, perhaps. Nothing else could warrant the mental torture that is being so close to him while he looks the way he does. 

"Good. Good, then we should get pizza. It's a date," he says, nodding. 

Morgan the shift manager calls for him to stop distracting you, though the Hideout is abandoned tonight, and there's nothing to distract you from. Eddie stands at full tight with a soldier's salute. "Yes, sir. No more lollygagging." He turns to you when you laugh, and you share a secret smile. 

He and Morgan disappear into the back of house. If you strain your ears, you can hear Eddie complaining about having to keep his hair in a bun, as it's totally against what he stands for, dude, it's stifling his self expression. 

"Count yourself lucky I don't make you wear a hair net, kid," Morgan says.

You turn back to your sticky bar, numb. It's a date? Did he mean, like, an actual date? A romantic date? 

Not a chance in hell. It's a colloquialism. Nothing more. 

Despite yourself, you stare into the silver reflection of a beer tap and try to liven up. You fix your hair, check your teeth, dig a lip balm out of your apron pocket and scratch the corners of your mouth just in case. The entire time you're heckling yourself about delusions. Eddie Munson doesn't like you. He's had a girl come around once or twice, and she'd been everything you're not: slender, confident. You'd wanted to dislike her, but she hadn't done anything wrong. There's no crime in being desirable. 

For the remainder of the night, you man the bar and serve the occasional patron. It's a Sunday night, so most stick to light beer or soft drinks. The live entertainment says goodnight and the Hideout empties like an opened floodgate. You clean the bar, Eddie buses the tables, and the kitchen staff turn on the radio and get to work cleaning. Soon, you can smell cigarette smoke and reheated mozzarella sticks. 

You wander into the kitchen to help. 

"Hi beautiful," Leon says, one of the cooks, "you want something to eat?" 

"No she does not!" Eddie says, helping the dishwasher Marcie with her last round of plates. Suds drip down to his rolled sleeves as he waves his hands around. "We're going to get pizza." 

"Yes!" Marcie says, delighted. 

"Where are we going?" Paul asks, another cook. 

"We," Eddie says, pointing at you and then himself, "are going to Marletto's. Yeah?" 

You startle when you realise he's asking you. "Oh, sure. Anywhere you want." 

His head bobs up and down, pleased. He goes back to his dishes. "Anywhere I want," he murmurs to Marcie, though he's saying it for everybody to hear, "hear that, Marc? I'm spoiled." 

You wipe down a few counters, label some leftover iceberg lettuce and put it back in the fridge. It's easy work, made better by the camaraderie of your coworkers, but you can't settle down. Your heart races at what's to come. "It's a date," is starting to feel less colloquial now Eddie's dissuading the other from joining you. That's how that works, right? He wants to be alone with you.

It might not mean anything. Maybe Eddie needs something from you he doesn't want the others to know about, like money. Maybe he wants girl advice, finally chasing that pretty girl who drops by sometimes. Or boy advice —there's a guy who comes around too, tall and blond and handsome. 

There's a logical solution. Any other girl would hear the word date and take it at face value, but you aren't them. You're you. You can't remember the last time somebody looked at you with desire in their eyes, if they ever have. High school was a shit show and work isn't exactly a hub for romance. Eddie joining the team here is the most excitement you've ever had in your life, for all his gentle squeezes and teasing elbows, his inside jokes and his tendency to burst into an air guitar solo at any given moment. He's a cheeseball, and you like him. It sucks. 

"Hi, are you ready?" he asks, coming out of nowhere. You're kneeling down near the lockers tying your shoelaces. 

It is a horrible position for him to see you in. You can't imagine what you look like, but you know it won't be pretty. You spring up with your shoelace untied still and smile weakly. "Yeah, I'm ready." 

"You need help with that?" he asks, eyes on your shoe. 

You burn with embarrassment. "I– no, I–" 

Eddie kneels down on the floor and reaches for your shoe. He ties it quickly in a double-knotted bunny-loop and pats the side of your ankle when he's done. When he looks up at you, you're in the middle of hoping a natural disaster will occur and put you out of your misery. 

He smiles at you from his position. Does he ever stop? 

"Cool," he says, standing up. He grabs his coat from his locker and doesn't bother closing it. "Let's go! I'm starving, man, Leon needs to mess up more often so I can steal the rejects." 

You follow him in a daze. Through the lockers and out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to the lingering closers and a grimacing Morgan. You aren't looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow. You're more than sure he'll have something to say about workplace fraternising and general dawdling. 

"You okay for us to take the van?" he asks. 

Eddie's given you rides home before, and what felt awkward before has lended itself to a familiarity. You nod your agreement and cross the small parking lot out back, your breath rising in the cold night air. 

Eddie pulls open the passenger door of his van with a strong-armed tug. 

"Been meaning to get the latch looked at. I'd rather it have trouble opening than trouble closing, though, so that's a plus." 

He waits for you to climb the short step and sit before he closes the door. 

All limbs inside the ride?" he asks. 

You laugh. It comes out weird. You kind of sound like you're being held at gunpoint. 

Eddie gets in the van and makes small talk as he starts the engine and pulls her out of the lot. Your mind isn't there, exactly, or rather it's too close. You want to think about your answers but instead you're worrying about how you look while you say them. You're worried about the seat belt around your stomach, and the way you look from the side. Being around Eddie makes you more self-conscious than usual. 

Marletto's isn't the best pizza place in Hawkins but it's open until three AM. You and Eddie take the first empty booth you come across, and the agony of ordering in front of someone else begins. 

"Meat feast for me, obviously," he says, pulling off his jacket. 

The cracked vinyl seat beneath him crunches with his movement. You dedicate yourself to staying still. 

"I'll get a margarita," you say, glancing between him and the menu for his reaction.  

"Didn't take you for such a bore," he teases. "Drinks? Sides?" 

"Just water will be fine." 

"Are you sure? I'm paying. If you wanna take advantage of me, now's the time."

You shake your head, pushing your cold hands under your thighs. 

Eddie frowns. "If you're sure…" 

He gets up to track down the register. You sit there, wondering why you agreed to this, what possessed you, why you could ever think this was a good idea. You don't wanna eat in front of him, you don't know what to say, he's looking at you like everything's normal but this is so not normal, this is the opposite side of the spectrum. 

Eddie returns with your water and a coke, all smiles despite your clear nerves. 

He puts the drinks down and clambers into the seat with a leg folded underneath himself, his elbows halfway across the table. He looks you straight in the face. 

"That guy just looked at me like I was crazy. I'm hungry, sue me. Three orders of mozzarella sticks is a normal human thing to get, right?" 

"Three?" you ask. 

His hand reaches toward you. If your hand were there, he'd likely squeeze it roughly as he sometimes does, like a playful scolding. "I'm hungry," he repeats. "I didn't get any lunch on my lunch break. What's the point in that? Just sat down in the locker room thinking about it. It was actually worse than working." 

"You should've had Leon make you a burger. He's always offering." 

"Always offering you, maybe. The rest of us gotta fend for ourselves." 

"That's not true. He asks Marcie, too." 

"Yeah, well, Leon's a sucker for pretty girls." 

You look down at the table. 

"I got enough fries for both of us, I know you didn't want any sides but everyone wants fries. I won't be sharing the mozzarella sticks, though, so if you want some you better speak now." He raps the table with his knuckles. When you look up, his face softens. "Well, alright. Maybe I'll share them with you. I'm a sucker, too." 

"What's that mean?" 

"What?" 

"You know what," you say. 

Eddie crosses his arms across the table. His hands and arms are pale, the ink of his black tattoos stark. You could draw them without prompting, that's how often you've fallen into his trap. When he crosses his arms like this, his biceps bulge up a little bit, emphasising the pretty curves and ridges of his arms and the hints of greeny-blue veins hiding under his skin. He tilts his head toward his shoulder, his limp curls dragging against the table. 

"It means…" he says, holding your eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips, "that you're pretty. You're so pretty, I'd do anything you asked me to." 

You flinch. You pull your numb hands from under your thighs and cover your stomach with your forearms, glaring at the table between you thoughtlessly. 

"That's cruel." 

"What?" 

"That's cruel, Eddie. You're being mean," you mutter.

"I–" Eddie stammers. "What? I'm just trying to tell you how I think about you– how I feel. I'm sorry if you don't wanna hear it, I'm not trying to be mean." 

Hurt creeps into the lines of your face, your eyebrows pulled down and the starts pulled up, your lips pursed. Heat bursts in your throat as a molten lump takes shape there. You don't trust yourself to speak, but you have to. 

"I thought you were my friend," you say quietly. 

"I want to be more than that." 

"You're making fun of me." 

"No." 

Eddie reaches across the table again. There's nothing for him to grab so he spreads his fingers and presses his palm flat. He ducks his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are ridiculously big, the black of his pupils blown and leaching into his dark irises until they're almost indistinguishable in the fuzzy lighting of the restaurant. 

"Come on," he says quietly, "when have I ever done that to you? I mess around, but I wouldn't say shit like that unless I meant it." His fingers lift off of the table. "I mean it. I think you're beautiful." His voice takes on a raw quality. 

You bite the tip of your tongue, fully frowning now. "I don't believe you," you say. 

"Why not?" he asks, frowning back. 

"Because I'm– I'm– I'm fat." You hate yourself for saying it out loud. 

People hate that word. Usually, if you admit to it, there's a rushed response. No, you're not. Pretty friends talk you down, loved ones wrap an arm around your shoulder and harp about puppy fat or big bones. 

Eddie doesn't do either. He sits back in his seat and smiles hesitantly. 

"Why's that a bad thing?" he asks. He shakes his head at himself. "I mean– I'm sorry, I should've said you aren't, you aren't–" 

"No, I am," you say. 

"You're so pretty," he says again, in a rush. "I don't care what size you are, I really don't. I just think you're beautiful and I wanted to ask you on a real date but I saw you and I couldn't wait anymore." He wraps his hand around the neck of his coke bottles and pulls it towards his chest. "Shit, I've made a huge fucking mess of it." 

You lean forward. Your body doesn't know what to do, the whiplash of hurt smothered by his enthusiastic, sincere compliments.

Why's that a bad thing? means more than anything else he said to you. 

"You really think I'm pretty?" you ask timidly. 

"Drop dead," he says. Hope flickers behind his eyes. "Morgan pulled me aside on my second week, you know that? Said if I didn't stop staring at you he'd put me in the back for the week." 

"He did put you in the back," you say, confused. 

"Exactly." 

Oh. You raise your head properly. Eddie's watching you, just you, obviously waiting for you to speak. The hope on his face is clear as day now, his lips parted, the tiniest peek of his tongue on display. 

"You promise you aren't messing with me?" you ask finally. 

"I promise." He holds his hand out, palm up. "I swear." 

Your heart a hummingbird, you take your hand from your waist and put it carefully in his. His fingers curl around yours like a prince, the tip of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles slowly, half an inch at a time. You exhale out of your nose as goosebumps race up your arm. 

He looks like he has more to say, but the pizza and all his sides arrive. You spring apart like teenagers, blood rushing in your ears. The server unloads his tray.

"Alright guys," he says, looking down at you both with a knowing smile. "Anything else I can get you while I'm here?" 

Eddie sneaks a look at you that holds way too much meaning. "No, I think we're alright." 

There's a tiny, awkward silence. You busy yourself with unfolding a napkin over your lap, not sure what to say to bridge the gap. 

Eddie takes the plunge. 

He slides a basket of mozzarella sticks at you. "Pretty girl privileges," he says.

You feel insecure eating in front of him, but the sheer ferocity of his compliments discourages any shame. He thinks you're pretty. He held your hand like it was made of glass and he got put in Hideout jail for staring. 

"I think you're handsome, too," you say. 

Eddie almost chokes on a handful of fries. "Shit," he says, swallowing roughly, hand thumping at his chest. "Thank god for that. I mean, of course you do. My devilish good looks are hard to resist." 

He's not wrong. 

—

Getting put on kitchen duty isn't half as bad as Morgan seems to think it is. Eddie kind of likes it, the noise, the chaos, the heat. Plus, he can steal fries hot and fresh out of the basket. He's only burned himself once. 

"What're you in for?" Leon asks him.

"Staring." 

"You're a freak, Munson, you know that?" 

Eddie shrugs. "If your girlfriend looked like mine, you'd stare too." 

"Uh-huh." Leon grabs up a spatula to flip a burger, pink meat down and brown side up. Fat sizzles dangerously. Neither man flinches. "She ain't going nowhere." 

"You don't know that. Some rockstar might blaze through here and snap her up. Who would I be to stop her? She should be a trophy wife, she's a stunner." 

"Christ," Marcie says from across the room. 

"How the fuck can you hear us?" Eddie asks. Over the sound of the overhead spray and the sizzle of the burners, Marcie must have superpowers or something. 

"Uh, 'cause you're fucking yelling," she says. 

Eddie looks to Leon for some defence, but Leon agrees. "You are super loud." 

"You would be too–"

"If I had a girlfriend as pretty as yours," Leon says, audibly grouchy. "I know." 

"Don't be jealous that I got there first." 

"How is this fair? You get in trouble and I'm the one punished." 

Eddie blows a big breath out of the corner of his mouth, one of his shorter curls dancing away from his warm face. Ridiculous. They're all awful, and jealous, and nobody wants him to be happy. "Losers," he mumbles. 

He's kidding, mostly. He knows that everyone is actually very happy for the both of you. How could they not be? Eddie's happier than ever and you've turned to mush. It's his favourite thing in the world. 

He thought you were pretty before. These days, you're gold dust incarnate. You see him and smile like you've been waiting for him, no more nervousness (which, he found out, was down to a raging crush on him) (he walked on air for days), no more shying away from his touch. Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder and you don't tense; you melt. Butter in the sun. 

It's glorious. 

And sure, Eddie ends up in the brig a lot. He 'hovers' apparently. So what? He'll say it again, if any of these guys were in his shoes, they'd fall victim to the same compulsion. 

He waits for an opportunity to arise, four dinner tickets and a dishwasher disaster, and sneaks away as silently as he can manage, creeping out of the kitchen and to the bar. You're busy pouring a beer and don't notice him until the customer's left and he's wrapping an arm around your waist. 

"Eddie," you scold lightly, leaning forward to accommodate his wright against your back, "come on. You might actually lose your job." 

"They can't fire me. I'm the best bus boy ever." 

You turn your face to look at him. Eddie wants to put you on TV, you look that sweet. 

"No, you're awful, you," —Eddie interrupts you, leaning down for a quick chaste kiss— "distract me, and you," —he steals a second— "don't actually bus tables when you should," you finish, disjointed. 

He brings his hand to your soft cheek, stroking a badly behaved baby hair back into place. You go lax like he's some kind of quick fix drug, and your eyes contain a tenderness that makes his chest ache. He covers his heart with his hand. 

"You're awful," you murmur. 

He takes your face into both hands slowly. One cups your cheek, and the other slides behind your ear. He pulls your face forward and down toward his chin, his lips by your ear. You smell amazing. His eyes close on instinct.

"A little. It's not my fault. You're just–" 

"So pretty?" you ask. "Yeah, you've told me." 

"I have, have I? Have to let me tell you again." He kisses the skin before your ear, more a press of his lips than anything. "You're beautiful," he mouths. 

You shiver, but ultimately end up planting your hands against his chest and ushering him away from you. 

"Stop it. I mean it! We're in public, at work, and you're gonna mess me up." 

"I want to mess you up," he says easily. 

"I know you do." 

Eddie sighs, agonised, but heeds your warning. "Alright," he says, squeezing your shoulder in goodbye. You smile and squeeze his elbow in return. It's your thing, now, silent conversation in fond touches. 

He's a couple of feet away when the urge to turn back is too much. He jogs back to your side, gets his hand behind your neck, and kisses you with enough pressure that your lips part underneath his in shock. He adores the side of your neck with his thumb one sweeping stroke at a time, his nose digging sliding against yours as he inches in further, and further. The dizzy pleasure of your lips can't be understated. Eddie fights back a kiss-ruining smile with all he's worth. 

"Sorry," he says, pulling back. Your lips shine and you blink, dazed. "Sorry," he says again, leaning in to kiss them dry. 

You laugh quietly, a breath against his cheek, and he's a goner, dropping pecks all over your pretty face until you're giggling and sinking into his arms. 

"I really am sorry." He punctuates with a kiss under your jaw. 

"No," you say breathlessly. Your hand twines loosely in his hair. "You're not." 

No, he isn't. He's never felt less sorry for anything in his life. 

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Pop’ Valentine’s Day Special

Pop’s Valentine’s Day Special

Warning: A little smutty

Words: 649

The Valentine’s Day dinner special at Pop’s Diner in the town of Riverdale consisted of two mouth watering cheeseburgers [with all the fixings of course], a plate piled high with fries to share, and a single Red Velvet milkshake with two straws.

Y/N woke up early to ensure she had time to find the perfect outfit and to get dolled up for her date that night. At 6 o’clock on the dot she made her entrance into the diner, excited to see the look on his face, only to find that he was still bustling around hard at work.

With an annoyed eye roll she took a seat at one of the few empty booths, elbows propped on the table as she watched him. When he caught her stare, he gave an apologetic smile. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t give her his attention yet. Pop wasn’t as young as he used to be and didn’t need to be working a crowd like this all on his own.

Speaking of Pop, the older man was walking her way, smiling brightly as he brought her a milkshake. “Sorry to keep him from you, today of all days.”

She gave him a kind smile, tilting her head and patting his hand affectionally. “Don’t worry about it Pop, just send him my way when things slow down.”

Sometime later she was sipping her shake and staring out at the window, in her own little world, when she felt him slide in beside her.

Fp griped her thigh, making her jump only a tad. Amused, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Whatcha drinking baby girl?”

Her stomach filled with butterflies as she turned her head slightly and he caught her in a light kiss. “Pop brought me a milkshake while I waited for you. Wanna taste?” She twisted around to face him and pushed the glass in his direction.

Fp’s eyes never left hers as he licked his lips. “No thanks. I would like something sweet though.”

The under lying meaning of that seemingly innocent statement was made even clearer to her as his hand moved up her thigh. Glancing around quickly, she bit her lip. “Where can we go?”

He was on his feet and holding a hand out to her without hesitation. Before she could process what exactly they were about to do, she was locked in a back room and pressed against the door. Her arms pinned above her head as his mouth kissed and bit at her exposed skin.

Fp picked her up and carried her over to a counter that was attached to the wall. A hungry look flashed across his face as he smirked and moved between her legs. “You look beautiful. This dress…” Tugging the fabric up to reveal her to him, he laughed. “It’s a shame I’ll be ripping if off you later tonight.”

“I bought it in hopes that you would.” She confessed, blushing and glancing away. He brought her eyes back his when he started to tug the lacy black underwear she was wearing down her legs before dropping them to the ground.

As soon as Fp’s face disappeared between her legs she began to whimper. By the time Y/N’s hand had found its way into his hair, she was fighting back moans, a fierce fire spreading through her lower body.

Just as his name feel from her lips, there was a pounding on the locked door, causing both of them to groan in displeasure.

“Come on dad, you have to be joking!” A frustrated Jughead yelled from the other side. The whole diner was in a hushed shock, most people clearly uncomfortable with hearing Fp and Y/N going at it while they tried to eat their dinner.

One woman looked at her husband, clearly upset. “Why don’t you ever make me moan like that, Howard?”

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November 28th, 1966 [Damon Salvatore x Reader]

Damon Salvatore x Reader with the song Single Ladies by Beyoncé [Youtube]. And I threw in some Christmas love!

It was tradition. No matter what was going on in their lives, or who happen to be in their lives at that moment, Y/N and Damon spent Christmas together.

It all started fifty years ago, when he had stumbled upon a young lady coming out of a shop. She was wearing a bright and tacky shift dress that was much shorter than most of the ladies out and about, and her smile was full of confidence.

Drawn to her at once, he feared she would reject him. Someone like her was meant to marry rich and live a housewife life style.

Much to his surprise she had insisted he take her to lunch, even though he’d only greeted her and hadn’t even introduced himself to her.

In a matter of weeks, he was living with her, very much in sin.

He wondered as they put up their first Christmas tree, how such a beautiful and pure lady could go for a guy like him. She should have wanted courting before a wedding, and a wedding before living together. She should have wanted a guy who could take care of her, where she didn’t have to work.

It became clear why she was unlike any other lady he’d seen in the town, when he found out she was a vampire like himself.

It was an extremely awkward moment.

Y/N said she had picked up a shift at the factory she worked at, and had encouraged Damon to go to the local bar and have a drink.

He smiled and said he’d love to do that, and as they parted ways at the end of the drive way, he kissed her goodbye.

He thought she was gone for a few hours, she thought he was gone for a few hours.

Imagine the shock when he came home with his dazed dinner to find her on their now blood covered white sofa, already enjoying hers.

They stayed together for a few years, bonding and causing trouble together, but ultimately parted ways. But not without promising to come home to one another on Christmas.

——– “We need a huge one!” She declared, winding through the trees. Nothing less than perfect would work.

Damon was smiling, lost in how adorable she could be when she was focused on a task that was important to her.

His brother however, who just happen to be home when Y/N had arrived and had decided to tag along, was not enjoying himself.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking up at the quickly darkening sky. “Is it going to take her as long to pick out a tree as it did for ornaments and lights?” Stefan glanced at his brother only to get a glare in return.

“You didn’t have to come. You know this is special to her.” Damon stepped forward and pointed a finger at Stefan’s face. “Do not ruin this for her. Got it?”

“Me ruin it?” His younger brother gave him a cruel smirk. “You do that all on your own. Do you think she’s really been coming around for so long, just because of your stupid tradition?”

“I-” Damon stuttered, allowing Stefan to continue.

“She’s here because she wants to be with you. She loves you Damon. You just don’t notice it, and spending time with you keeps her content. For now.” There was a challenge in his eyes as he looked from his brother to Y/N who was now standing back as a man cut down the tree she had picked

“Stay away from her. She’s mine.” Damon growled, balling his hands into fist.

With a smile, Stefan pointed to the ring on her finger. “Sorry brother, but until she has a wedding ring to go with that one, she’s fair game.” He pushed past Damon who was reaching for him.

Of course Y/N picked that time to skip over and he dropped his hands. He closed his eyes for a second to compose himself before turning and pulling her into a tight hug. “Find one that makes you happy?”

She giggled and nodded against his chest. “I did! But…” She peeked up at him, biting her lip and giving him a tiny frown. “Are you two fighting again?”

He pulled away only to sling an arm around her shoulders so he could guild her to the car. If he didn’t get her out of there now, she’d see a tree she liked more and then they’d end up with two. Again.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head about it.” He kissed her cheek before opening her car door like a gentleman.

Even though they held hands all the way home, Stefan kept quite in the back seat, surely plotting…

——-

They brought everything inside, Stefan went to his room, Y/N made herself comfy on the couch, and Damon went to get them a drink.

“Your favorite.” He said, rounding the corner. “Red wine mixed with a little blood.”

“I’ll take something a little stronger.” Stefan said happily, looking over his shoulder with a smile.

Damon stopped, and just stood there, holding two wine glasses with a huge frown.

He’d only been in the kitchen a few minutes, but in that time Stefan had managed to get comfortable on the couch, with Y/N in his lap. His arms were around her waist and she was resting her head against his chest.

“Thank you babe!” She only looked away from her Christmas movie at the mention of her drink, and was waiting, hand out, for him to give it to her.

“Um, you’re welcome.” He gave her the drink and sat at the other end of the couch. As she sipped the wine and watched her movie, he kept glancing at her. All cuddled up with his brother, it was wrong.

“Can you get me a drink?” Stefan asked as his hand causally stroked her arm, which made her smile.

“You can get it your damn self.” Damon muttered, his eyes focused on his brother’s hand. When he seen it slip under the edge of her shirt, he jumped up.

“Stefan!” He picked Y/N up out of his brother’s lap and growled. “I said leave her alone.”

“And I said she’s not yours, so put her down.” He was on his feet now, reaching out to take her back, but Damon turned his back to him stormed off to his room with her.

He kicked the door shut behind him and careful placed her in his bed before groaning and turning away, a hand running through his hair.

“I can’t believe him!” Damon was so frustrated. “I told him to leave you alone, and he just ignored me!”

“Well.” She sat up and crossed her arms, staring him down. “He’s right. I’m not yours.”

“Well I know that your not mine, but this is our thing-” He was cut off by an eye roll.

“Damon, I’ve been waiting for you for fifty years.” She stood up. “I’ve watched you be with how many women, while I’ve been with no other guys? You are not allowed to get jealous because I’m finally getting the attention I need.”

She looked down, thinking of how to say the next part. When in doubt, go with Queen Bee.

“If you liked it.” She held up her left hand. “Then you shoulda put a ring on it.” With an amused smile, she flipped Damon off before leaving, he was speechless. ————- All night Damon thought about her. From the first time he saw her, up until her flipping him off and leaving. She was unlike any other woman that’d ever been into his life. And he doubted another person could make him feel so alive… ————

He slipped out early that morning, and when he returned, he was greeted with Christmas music coming from the living room.

She was singing along to Winter Wonderland, her favorite.

“In the meadow we can build a snowman then pretend that he is Parson Brown, he’ll say, “Are you married?” We’ll say, “No man” but you can do the job, when you’re in town.“

She was dancing around the tree, putting the lights up without him.

“Y/N.” He tried to hide his nervousness, but the way she tilted her head when she looked over at him showed she’d noticed it.

“Damon, what’s wrong?” Dropping the lights she went over to him, throwing her arms around him for a tight hug. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was just being a brat. And you don’t have to worry, I’m not interested in Stefan.”

“Don’t worry about any of that.” He returned her hug quickly then stepped back, smiling and holding out a box. “I got you an early present.”

“Oh?” She gave a puzzled smile as she took it. “You know early presents are against the rules. But I’ll let it slide this one time.”

She untied the bow and took the top of the box off as he bounced up and down on the heels of feet, excited.

Y/N gasped, carefully touching the ornament inside. It was blue, her favorite color. And it had a date on it.

“November 28th, 1966.” She whispered, trying to hold back her tears. “That’s…” She looked up and he was nodding quickly.

“The day we first met, the day-” Damon took the ornament from its box and got down on one knee. “The day I fell in love with you.”

He popped the ornament open to revel a beautiful ring inside. “I’m sorry it took me fifty years to do this…” He laughed slightly.

“Oh my god.” Y/N was trying to take deep breaths, to keep herself calm as she just stared down at him.

“Y/F/N, will you marry me?” Damon asked hopefully.

“Of course you idiot!” She had him pushed to the floor, on his back in a matter of seconds.

She took the ring from him and slipped it onto her finger as she straddled him.

After admiring the ring for a bit, she looked down at Damon with the confident smile that’d stolen his heart all those years ago.

“If I knew cuddling Stefan was all it would take, I would have tried that a long time ago.” She joked, before kissing him.

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He’s Not Your Mate.

A/N: Alright, I’m doing something a bit different. I’m afraid it won’t work out as well as fanfiction, but I need to try and be somewhat original sometimes. I’ve been reading a lot of wolves and mates and things lately. Let’s see what I can do with that.

Word Count: 1500

In 27 days, three hours, and eighteen minutes, Lillith Ellison of the Red Tide Moon Pack, would be marrying not only the love of her life, but also her Alpha, Ayden Knight.

I would like to say it was “love at first sight” for our betrothed couple, but that just wasn’t the case in their love story. Every wolf has their fated mate, somewhere out there in the world if nothing has happened to break the bond between the two. Sometimes wolves simply died before finding one another, or they have chosen to take someone as a mate of their choice.

And mates of choice are just what they were. After three years of dancing around one another, waiting for their fated mates and fighting the attraction they felt for one another, enough was enough. They took a leap of faith. Literally, jumped off a cliff into the ocean, hand in hand. When they broke the surface of the water, both gasping for air, he kissed her. And the thought of a fated mate hasn’t crossed their minds since.

Now, a wedding was a very human thing to do, she knew that. But Lillith also knew her pack loved a good reason to party, so why not shake things up and make their marking ceremony a bit untraditional.

Ayden had even called upon his best friend, Alpha of the Crimson River Pack, to be his best man. It was adorable how excited the man was. Even if he was currently late for their meeting with Amanda, their human wedding planner.

“Now, you said you wanted red and white roses for the center pieces, right?” There was a fakeness to Amanda’s voice that just rubbed Lillith the wrong way. The human had been friendly through out the planning, but she could see just under her mask. She didn’t think Lillith was good enough for Ayden, despite having not meet him yet, but she wouldn’t dare say something to lose the nice chunk of change they’d offered her. Is that why she couldn’t get it though her think skull that it was black roses, not white?

Lillith looked around the small shop that was Amanda’s Occasions Planning, willing herself not to pick up the pen to her right and stab the woman in the hand with it. “Black roses.” She almost hissed between her clenched teeth. “Not white.”

The bell above the shop’s door rang out, dissolving the tense moment between the two. Just as the door clicked shut, the scent of coconuts enveloping her. Coconuts always made her think of the beach her mother took her to as a little wolf.

Turning toward the interruption, her ivy eyes locked with the prettiest blue ones she had ever seen. They reminded her of the ocean, one she wouldn’t have minded drowning in.

His lips lifted in a smile as he stepped toward her, hand already reaching for her. “Hello beautiful.” His voice sent a shiver down her spine, casting a spell around her.

One that Amanda swiftly broke by opening her irritating mouth. “Oh, this must be the handsome groom we’ve been waiting for. Welcome!” She was eyeing him up and down, not hiding how attractive she found him.

A growl sounded from Lillith as she glanced over her shoulder at the other woman. “Black roses.” She pointed to the notes in front of them. “I will not tell you again. Fix it.” Without another word, she stomped toward the front of the shop, grabbing his hand and dragging him outside and around the corner of the building.

Once they were out of sight and alone, his arm slipped around her curvy waist and pulled her flush against him. He took in the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose, the perfect cupids bow of her top lip, the fullness of the her bottom one. His long-calloused fingers slipped into her honey colored hair, taking a fist full before tugging on it gently. “You really are beautiful.” It was a whisper this time.

His breath swept across her skin as her fingers reached to touch his dark chocolate locks. An imagine of her gripping his hair between her fingers and pulling it as he placed wet, hot, kisses to her neck while he shuttered against her body flashed in her mind.

Lillith was out of his grasp in a blink, arms across her chest. She was breathing heavily; his eyes were watching her breast rise and fall beneath the thin t-shirt she had chosen to wear that day. Warmth seeped between her thighs.

“Who are you?” She finally asked, her mind clearing slightly of the haze he brought about.

He laughed; it was music to her ears. A sound she would never get used to, or tire of. “I’m your mate.”

“You know that isn’t what I meant.” She said with a bit of bite.

“Sorry princess.” He rolled his eyes before holding out his hand, giving her a heart fluttering smile. “Silas Winters. What’s your name, my pretty girl?” When her eyes widened in what appeared to be horror, Silas reached for her. “What is it?”

“Lillith?” Her name came from around the corner of the building, freezing her to the spot. “Babe, where are you?”

Ayden looked excitedly between the two as he rounded the corner of the building, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. “I didn’t think we’d see you till closer to the wedding Silas.” He stated as he wrapped his arm around Lillith and pulled her to him for a quick kiss.

Silas looked between the couple in front of him, clenching his fist in an attempted to calm the raging wolf inside of him. He didn’t take kindly to another man touching what was his, even if it was his best friend. “Ayden… That means this must be Lillith Ellison, the girl you’re marrying.”

He was trying to catch her gaze again, but she looked at anything but him. “And you’re Silas Winters, his best friend and his best man.” She kept her tone light and hopefully emotion free. Because man did she have a war of emotions going on within her, and the last thing she needed was Ayden asking questions.

“What… what were you two doing over here?” He asked, eyes crinkling at the corners as he squinted in confusion at the two. Fuck, he was asking a question.

Silas didn’t even hesitate. “I just got in and was a bit lost. Just happen to pop in the shop here to ask about a motel. Lillith was kind enough to point me in the right direction. Right Lillith?”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He had just gotten in town and was in need of a motel. That’s not what brought him to the shop though. There had been an invisible pull, leading him to her. He’d paused outside the large window of the shop and when he turned and saw her through the glass, the smell of the ocean assaulted him. It was one of the things he missed most since he’d left to lead his own pack. But they were miles from the water at the moment.

“Yes. Motel.” Lillith had managed to say around her surprise. He had lied to Ayden so easily… And despite the fact of how unbelievable of a lie it was, the motel was directly behind Silas, he was buying it.

“Man, you’ve always been so blind to what’s in front of you, How the hell do you have your own pack?” His friend joked, punching his shoulder. “The damn thing is right behind you.”

Silas glanced over his shoulder and gave a short laugh. “Oh. So it is. I think you are the blind one though.” He was smirking as he turned back, his gaze landing on her even though he was addressing his friend. “You never told me how beautiful she was. I guess I should have known considering you chose her over wanting for you mate.” Something flashed in his ocean eyes and her stomach dropped. “Careful, or you may not be the one getting married…”

There was a threat in his words that Lillith heard so clearly. Either Ayden didn’t, or he chose to ignore it.

“Man.” He snapped. “You just got here, give her a chance to get to know you before turning into a dick.” Shaking his head, he tucked Lillith into his side. “Sorry babe, he’s joking. But I promise he isn’t that bad.”

Before Silas could tell her just how bad he was, Ayden cut in. They needed to get back to the shop. Days were counting down and he wanted to help her go over the details to make sure their big day was everything Lillith wanted. As he laced his fingers with her and headed around the corner, he told Silas to head to the packhouse.

No reason to get a motel. His best man could stay with them. They were basically brothers, right?

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Fighting For... DNR

Summary: We won. Even though we were alone, with no options, we managed to do the impossible and save everyone from the city of light. But even though we won, we still lost. Those who were in the city lost their memories, only to gain them all back, and now they have to live with the things they’ve done. We thought it was over, that we were done fighting, that we had managed to survive. But Alie left with a warning, and it turns out, we’ll never be done fighting.

Warnings: The 100 Themes so blood and gore I guess

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader

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Can’t Stop This Feelin’

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Sam Winchester X Reader

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AN:

“Y/N, where are you?” Sam called through the bunker in a husky singsong. “I just want to show you how much I like you. No need to be scared.” He chuckled to himself, pushing the door open to her room slowly so the hinges creaked. He wanted to be her worst nightmare.

She on the other hand, wanted him to be her brightest daydream. Momentarily forgetting the danger she was in, her heart fluttered at his words. They were a lie of course, but she had been waiting so long for him to return her feelings, they still stirred a reaction within.

“I know you’re in here.” All playfulness was gone from his tone. He knew he had her. He was ready to go in for the kill…

Y/N pressed herself to the back of the closet just as his footsteps came to a stop outside the door. How was she supposed to survive the soulless man before her?

[brandyleewhatever]

Forgotten Angel

Dean X Reader

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A/N: I am back babies! I have been gone for over a year I believe, and I am so sorry for that. Life has not been kind. I am excited for new days though, and first things first. I am bringing you a request from the wonderful @lokis-imaginary-friend (I can’t tag you?)! Hope you enjoy. (Also, credit to the creator of the gifs used, you are beautiful souls.)

Another Thing: Send me all the request, I beg. And I will be making a new taglist, so keep an eye out for that.

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“Excuse me, babe. Just gonna grab a beer.” The oldest Winchester brushed his hand against Y/N’s shoulder blade as he slipped past her in the bunker kitchen where she was currently making dinner. As the slight heat of his fingertips seeped through the thin fabric of her shirt and kissed her skin, she moaned.

“Woah.” The fridge door shut with a bang, beer no longer on his mind. They turned to each, always in sync with one another’s movements. Shaking his flannel out, the teasing began. “Y/N if you wanted me for dinner. All you had to do was ask. I’ll feed ya anytime sweetheart.”

A blush creeped up her cheeks as she peeked around the doorframe into the bunker hall, ensuring Sammy was not nearby. “Dean stop it. That… that’s not going to happen right now.” She took a step back toward the stove where an unwatched pot began to bubble. His rough hand was halfway up the back of her shirt before she could notice.

“You say that, but it sure seemed like you enjoyed this-“ Fingertips grazed sensitive skin once more, turning her into butter as she melted into him, eyes closed and lips pressed tight. “What is it about this spot?” Whispering, he moved to the other shoulder blade, earning another moan. He pulled the collar of her shirt down, exposing skin.

Just as Dean was about to press his lips against her shoulder blade, and take her right there on the kitchen table, the air fluttered around them. “Cas.” He groaned; irritation clear in his tone.

“Apologizes.” The angel cleared his throat and averted his eyes as the couple pulled apart. “But I have news.” His gaze swept over Y/N. Fear overtook her body as he continued.  “I found out what happen before you awake in Kentucky with no memories.”

Two years ago, the youngest Winchester brother, Sam, had found an unconscious and injured Y/N in a small Kentucky town during a hunt. They doctored her and intended to drop her at the nearest hospital, but when she awoke with no idea of who she was or how she had been hurt, they ended up bring her into their wild ride of a life. Less than six months later Dean’s arms had become her safehaven and the rest was history.

They all doubted they would learn of her life before, despite asking Cas if he would investigate it.

“That’s where your wings were.” He motioned, Dean’s eyes darting to the skin he had wanted to kiss. “Where your wings were, before Lucifer cut them from your body.”

“Lucifer?” They questioned, hands locking together out of instinct.

Playtime was over, a deadly look overtaking Dean’s stubbled face. “I’ll kill him.”