alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY to entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READโผ๏ธ
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
making the islanders read love letters less than 3 weeks in is crazyyy to me. thatโs a final four activityโฆ idk the pacing this season is weird or i guess everyone found genuine connections?? casa amor will be wild for sure
โถ you prank garrett by calling him your โcurrent boyfriendโ.
002. WARNINGS !
โถ another tiktok trend, some kissing. really just pure fluff.
word count : 1k
gif by @sophie-baek
Garrett isnโt really on social media.
He posts the occasional photo dump every six months, maybe a story when the two of you go out on dates, but for the most part, he stays far away from it.ย
Which means you can pull practically any trending prank on him, and heโll never see it coming.
Getting him to agree had been easy. One kiss to his pouty lips and he caved. Garrett never needs much convincing when it comes to you. If you asked him to jump, heโd probably ask how high.
Which is exactly why heโd agreed to your mysterious โlip balm challengeโ without so much as a question.ย
So now youโre sitting on his lap on the desk chair in his room, your phone propped up on a stack of textbooks and random notebooks. Various flavoured lip balms are scattered across the desk between his laptop with the unfinished essay heโd been working on before you barged in and distracted him.
Not that he seemed to mind.
โWhat are we doing again?โ Garrett murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice low.
One arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your side beneath your shirt while his other hand rests possessively on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze. Heโs buried his face in your neck, clearly much more interested in kissing you than filming anything.
You laugh softly.
โI bought some lip balms and you have to guess the flavour,โ you explain, tryingโand failingโnot to smile at the thought of the reaction you know is coming.
โHm, okay.โ
He presses a lingering kiss beneath your ear with a content sigh, his chin resting on your shoulder while he waits patiently for you to start.
You hit record and brighten immediately, holding up the collection of colorful tubes.
โSo, Iโll be testing these flavoured lip balms and my current boyfriend, Garrett, has to guess the flavour,โ you say smoothly, feeling the way he freezes beneath you. โTheyโre pretty wacky flavors, so weโll see how well he does.โ
For a moment, heโs completely silent. But then, without a word, Garrett reaches around you and presses stop to the recording.
โIโm sorry,โ he says slowly, his eyebrows drawing together. โWhat did you just say?โ
You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. โBaby, I already explained the trend to you. Keep up.โ
His expression somehow becomes even more offended when you ignore him and press record again, popping open one of the lip balms.
โHere,โ you say, turning toward him after applying it.
But, to your surprise, he dodges your kiss.
โGarrett, come on,โ you whine, puckering your lips.
โIโm not kissing you if you think Iโm your โcurrent boyfriendโ.โ
His pout is ridiculous.
โItโs just a saying,โ you huff, desperately trying not to laugh.
โWell, I donโt like it.โ He removes his hands from you and crosses his arms dramatically. โDo you have a list somewhere? Future boyfriends lined up for when you get tired of your โcurrentโ one?โ
You nearly lose it.
Instead, you bite the inside of your cheek and turn further in his lap, your phone continuing to record in the background, utterly forgotten.
โIt was a joke, baby.โ
โDonโt call me that,โ he mutters.
His eyes soften immediately afterward, though, because apparently even fake indignation has limits when heโs looking at you.
โOnly my forever partner gets to call me that.โ
โAww,โ you coo, heart melting at his words. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He watches you carefully, his expression suspicious but completely helpless when you smile at him.
โIt was a prank,โ you whisper, your lips brushing his.
โNot a very funny one,โ Garrett grumbles.
โNo, like, that's the only reason weโre recording something.โ
You nod toward your phone with a grin, which is when understanding dawns on his face.
โI knew you were being sneaky,โ he whispers back, shaking his head fondly.
Garrett smiles, and it isnโt one of his cocky grins or the easy smile he gives reporters and teammates. Itโs the smile that only ever belongs to you, the one reserved for quiet moments and whispered confessions, and it makes your heart squeeze because you know youโre one of the very few people who get to see it.ย
โThereโs nothing current about us,โ you confess softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. โI hope you know that.โ
โOh, I know that.โ He then smirks. โAlready bought a ring, so you canโt get rid of me now.โ
โWhat?!โ Your shriek echoes through the room, earning a burst of laughter from him when you smack his shoulder with a little too much force.
โYeah, but since you already told everyone Iโm your โcurrent boyfriendโ, I guess Iโll have to take it backโฆโ
You stare at him. โI canโt tell if you're joking.โ
โGuess youโll have to find out.โ
His grin widens at your expression, leaning forward and reaching past you to stop the recording. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he finally kisses you.
And apparently, heโs been waiting. Because the second your lips touch, he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him with a pleased hum.
The chair squeaks beneath the two of you as he stands, effortlessly lifting you along with him.
By the time he finally pulls away, youโre slightly breathless and staring at him with flushed cheeks.
โHm,โ he says thoughtfully.
โWhat?โ You murmur, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
โCherry cola?โ
โHuh?โ
โThe lip balm.โ
Your brows furrow for a second before realization dawns on you. Right, the stupid challenge. The whole reason you'd dragged Garrett away from his homework and set your phone up in the first place had almost completely slipped your mind after he'd kissed you senseless.ย
โUm, yeah,โ you answer after a beat. โIt was.โ
โItโs nice,โ he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously. And before you can even process it, he tosses you onto the bed with a laugh.ย
The playful look on his faceโand the unmistakable glint in his eyesโtell you that he definitely hasn't forgotten your little โcurrent boyfriendโ comment just yet.ย
NOTE : i really debated if it should say โforever girlfriendโ or โforever partnerโ but to me forever girlfriend implies like never changing that status or getting married so idk i decided on partner. call me the woker i guess. also kinda hate this but oh well ๐
โถ you prank garrett by calling him your โcurrent boyfriendโ.
002. WARNINGS !
โถ another tiktok trend, some kissing. really just pure fluff.
word count : 1k
gif by @sophie-baek
Garrett isnโt really on social media.
He posts the occasional photo dump every six months, maybe a story when the two of you go out on dates, but for the most part, he stays far away from it.ย
Which means you can pull practically any trending prank on him, and heโll never see it coming.
Getting him to agree had been easy. One kiss to his pouty lips and he caved. Garrett never needs much convincing when it comes to you. If you asked him to jump, heโd probably ask how high.
Which is exactly why heโd agreed to your mysterious โlip balm challengeโ without so much as a question.ย
So now youโre sitting on his lap on the desk chair in his room, your phone propped up on a stack of textbooks and random notebooks. Various flavoured lip balms are scattered across the desk between his laptop with the unfinished essay heโd been working on before you barged in and distracted him.
Not that he seemed to mind.
โWhat are we doing again?โ Garrett murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice low.
One arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your side beneath your shirt while his other hand rests possessively on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze. Heโs buried his face in your neck, clearly much more interested in kissing you than filming anything.
You laugh softly.
โI bought some lip balms and you have to guess the flavour,โ you explain, tryingโand failingโnot to smile at the thought of the reaction you know is coming.
โHm, okay.โ
He presses a lingering kiss beneath your ear with a content sigh, his chin resting on your shoulder while he waits patiently for you to start.
You hit record and brighten immediately, holding up the collection of colorful tubes.
โSo, Iโll be testing these flavoured lip balms and my current boyfriend, Garrett, has to guess the flavour,โ you say smoothly, feeling the way he freezes beneath you. โTheyโre pretty wacky flavors, so weโll see how well he does.โ
For a moment, heโs completely silent. But then, without a word, Garrett reaches around you and presses stop to the recording.
โIโm sorry,โ he says slowly, his eyebrows drawing together. โWhat did you just say?โ
You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. โBaby, I already explained the trend to you. Keep up.โ
His expression somehow becomes even more offended when you ignore him and press record again, popping open one of the lip balms.
โHere,โ you say, turning toward him after applying it.
But, to your surprise, he dodges your kiss.
โGarrett, come on,โ you whine, puckering your lips.
โIโm not kissing you if you think Iโm your โcurrent boyfriendโ.โ
His pout is ridiculous.
โItโs just a saying,โ you huff, desperately trying not to laugh.
โWell, I donโt like it.โ He removes his hands from you and crosses his arms dramatically. โDo you have a list somewhere? Future boyfriends lined up for when you get tired of your โcurrentโ one?โ
You nearly lose it.
Instead, you bite the inside of your cheek and turn further in his lap, your phone continuing to record in the background, utterly forgotten.
โIt was a joke, baby.โ
โDonโt call me that,โ he mutters.
His eyes soften immediately afterward, though, because apparently even fake indignation has limits when heโs looking at you.
โOnly my forever partner gets to call me that.โ
โAww,โ you coo, heart melting at his words. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He watches you carefully, his expression suspicious but completely helpless when you smile at him.
โIt was a prank,โ you whisper, your lips brushing his.
โNot a very funny one,โ Garrett grumbles.
โNo, like, that's the only reason weโre recording something.โ
You nod toward your phone with a grin, which is when understanding dawns on his face.
โI knew you were being sneaky,โ he whispers back, shaking his head fondly.
Garrett smiles, and it isnโt one of his cocky grins or the easy smile he gives reporters and teammates. Itโs the smile that only ever belongs to you, the one reserved for quiet moments and whispered confessions, and it makes your heart squeeze because you know youโre one of the very few people who get to see it.ย
โThereโs nothing current about us,โ you confess softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. โI hope you know that.โ
โOh, I know that.โ He then smirks. โAlready bought a ring, so you canโt get rid of me now.โ
โWhat?!โ Your shriek echoes through the room, earning a burst of laughter from him when you smack his shoulder with a little too much force.
โYeah, but since you already told everyone Iโm your โcurrent boyfriendโ, I guess Iโll have to take it backโฆโ
You stare at him. โI canโt tell if you're joking.โ
โGuess youโll have to find out.โ
His grin widens at your expression, leaning forward and reaching past you to stop the recording. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he finally kisses you.
And apparently, heโs been waiting. Because the second your lips touch, he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him with a pleased hum.
The chair squeaks beneath the two of you as he stands, effortlessly lifting you along with him.
By the time he finally pulls away, youโre slightly breathless and staring at him with flushed cheeks.
โHm,โ he says thoughtfully.
โWhat?โ You murmur, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
โCherry cola?โ
โHuh?โ
โThe lip balm.โ
Your brows furrow for a second before realization dawns on you. Right, the stupid challenge. The whole reason you'd dragged Garrett away from his homework and set your phone up in the first place had almost completely slipped your mind after he'd kissed you senseless.ย
โUm, yeah,โ you answer after a beat. โIt was.โ
โItโs nice,โ he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously. And before you can even process it, he tosses you onto the bed with a laugh.ย
The playful look on his faceโand the unmistakable glint in his eyesโtell you that he definitely hasn't forgotten your little โcurrent boyfriendโ comment just yet.ย
NOTE : i really debated if it should say โforever girlfriendโ or โforever partnerโ but to me forever girlfriend implies like never changing that status or getting married so idk i decided on partner. call me the woker i guess. also kinda hate this but oh well ๐
LEWIS HAMILTON RACE WINNER IN FERRARI!!!! LEWIS HAMILTON FIRST WIN IN RED!!!!! LEWIS HAMILTON WIN 106!!!!! LEWIS HAMILTON OLDEST RACE WINNER SINCE THE 1970s!!!!!! LEWIS FUCKING HAMILTON THE GOAT!!!!!!
โถ youโre officially dating dean, which means wearing his jersey to his hockey games and having him go crazy for it.
002. WARNINGS !
โถ suggestive comments and kissing (nothing too explict), dean calls you baby.
word count : 982
gif by @sophie-baek
Youโve been to Briar U hockey games before, but never wearing a playerโs jersey.
In your mind, that had always been reserved for fans, girlfriends, and puck bunnies.
But things are different now. Now, after Dean Di Laurentis finally admitted he didnโt want your fling to stay just a fling, you find yourself sitting in the stands at a Briar vs. Harvard game with the number 66 stretched across your back.
You hadnโt told Dean about your choice of clothing, mostly because you wanted to see his reaction for yourself.
You wanted to watch the exact moment his eyes scanned the crowd between plays and landed on you, his girlfriend, in his oversized jersey.
Alongside you sat Hannah, Garrett Grahamโs girlfriend, and Allie, her best friend and roommate. Since Hannah had been dating the team captain for months, sheโd quickly become your go-to person for every random hockey question that popped into your head. Despite sometimes being just as lost as you.
When the players finally skated onto the ice, you immediately spotted Dean searching the stands.
His gaze flicked restlessly through the crowd, clearly looking for you.
And then he found you.
His entire face lit up so fast it almost made you laugh. But the expression only lasted a second before confusion pulled at his brows, like he couldnโt quite process what he was seeing. His eyes dropping to the oversized white and blue jersey hanging off your frame.
A slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face as he looked you up and down, realization settling in. Even from halfway across the arena, you could see the ego boost hit him in real time.
โMine?โ He mouthed, pointing at himself.
You only nodded, suddenly feeling shy under the intensity of his stare.
โSomeone likes what they see,โ Allie teased beside you, wiggling her eyebrows.
โGuess so,โ you grinned, still unable to tear your gaze away from Dean as the team began preparing for puck drop.
The game itself turned out to be a fairly easy win for Briar University. Harvard managed to score first thanks to Jake Connelly in the opening period, but Garrett answered with two goals in the second.
Hannah absolutely lost her mind beside you, cheering so loudly you were pretty sure half the rink could hear her. You laughed and clapped right along with her.
Dean picked up an assist during the second goal, making you cheer loud enough that you were convinced he could pick your voice out from the crowd.
Apparently, he could. Because he then looked straight at you and blew you a kiss through the glass.
By the time the game ended, your cheeks hurt from smiling.
You waited outside the locker rooms with Hannah and Allie while the players showered and changed, the hallway buzzing with post-game energy and scattered conversations.
And then Dean walked out.
Black jeans hugged his legs, and a dark shirt stretched distractingly across his chest and arms. The fabric clung just enough to make your thoughts immediately inappropriate. You barely managed to maintain a shred of dignity.
Barely.
The second he spotted you, you practically launched yourself at him.
Dean caught you easily, laughing as your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms slid around his neck. You kissed him hard enough to make a few nearby players groan in annoyance.
โTook you long enough,โ he muttered against your mouth.
That earned a loud whoop from Tucker and an immediate, โGet a room!โ from Logan.
Neither of you paid them any attention.
โHi,โ you whispered against Deanโs lips, barely pulling away.
โHi, baby,โ he answered, voice rougher than before, damp hair still messy from the shower.
You kissed him one more time before finally letting him lower you back onto your feet.
The moment your sneakers hit the ground, he leaned down close to your ear. โCan I just say,โ he murmured, โhow hard it was to focus once I saw you wearing my jersey?โ
โYou like it?โ You teased, turning slightly so he could see DI LAURENTIS stretched across your back.
โI love it,โ he growled softly.
His hand slid to your lower back, pulling you flush against him before kissing you again, slower this time but somehow even more heated.
โOkay, lovebirds, time to go,โ Garrett said, sounding both amused and deeply exhausted by the two of you.
โYouโre just jealous,โ Dean shot back immediately, sticking his tongue out at the team captain as he kept an arm securely around your waist while you walked beside him.
โIโm not.โ As if to prove his point, Garrett leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to Hannah Wellsโs mouth.
โUgh, get a room,โ Your boyfriend groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes so hard it made you laugh.
โRich coming from you,โ Garrett deadpanned.
You snorted softly, resting your head against Deanโs bicep while the boys continued bickering like overgrown children.
โMaloneโs?โ Logan asked, already eager to celebrate the win.
โSure,โ Garrett agreed.
โWeโll catch up with you guys later,โ Dean said casually, making you lift your head to look at him in confusion.
Tucker immediately shook his head. โYou dirty dog.โ
โWhatโs going on?โ Hannah asked, glancing between the two of you.
You only shrugged, equally confused for approximately two seconds.
โGotta take care of something,โ Dean then looked down at you. And suddenly you understood exactly what he meant.
โOh,โ you said quietly, tryingโand failingโto suppress your smile.
Logan barked out a laugh. โMore like take care of someone, right?โ
Dean threw him a pointed look that only made the others laugh harder.
โWeโll see you in, like, an hour,โ you told them, attempting to sound innocent.
โAn hour?โ He murmured, his mouth brushing against your ear. โBaby, after seeing you in my jersey tonight, youโve got way too much faith in me.โย
Your stomach flipped at the teasing edge in his voice.
โTwo, minimum.โ
NOTE : first off campus (dean) fic!!! please forgive me if there are any hockey errors, especially the whole waiting outside the locker room๐ญ i couldnโt get a conclusive answer from google if that was allowed or not, so in fanfic world it allowed! i have more dean fics on the way, so please sit tight ๐ผ
โถ you attempt a prank on deanโwiping off his kissesโuntil his pouting is too much for you to bear.
002. WARNINGS !
โถ really old tiktok trend & a lot of kissing.
word count : 1,4k
gif by @alliecathayes
You had been sprawled across Deanโs bed, lazily scrolling through TikTok while he was downstairs preparing breakfast, courtesy of Tuckerโs cooking and Deanโs determination to steal half of it before anyone else could.
You barely paid attention to most of the videos until one caught your eye. It was of a girl wiping off her boyfriendโs kisses. The poor guy got more offended with every attempt, eventually following her around the room demanding affection like a neglected golden retriever.
Which, honestly, reminded you a little too much of Dean.
Especially the pout he got whenever he thought you were ignoring him.
So, much to your unsuspecting boyfriendโs future dismay, you decided you would be wiping off every kiss he tried to give you. It would be fun to see just how long you could keep the prank going.
A few minutes later, Dean came back upstairs, opening the door before quickly closing it behind him again. A habit your previously exhibitionist boyfriend had been forced to learn after his roommates walked in on the two of you in compromising positions one too many times, and you finally refused to endure the embarrassment anymore.
He walked in carrying two cups of coffee carefully balanced on a tray alongside eggs, fruit, and toast.
โBreakfast is served, mโlady,โ he announced, setting the tray down on the bed before giving an exaggerated bow afterward.
You let out a snort, grabbing your coffee.
Dean sat down beside you, leaning over to grab a piece of toast and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in the process. Casually, you scratched at the spot and wiped the kiss away.
For a brief moment, you thought Dean hadnโt noticed. Then he frowned and pressed another kiss to the same spot.
Just like before, you rubbed it off.
He let out an offended gasp, staring at you like you had personally betrayed him, but begrudgingly let it slide. Still, he sighed dramatically while chewing on his toast and eggs, already beginning to pout.
โAre you going to the gym with Garrett later?โ You asked after a moment of silence, chewing on a strawberry.
Your boyfriend only hummed in response, quietly eating his breakfast.
โOkayโฆโ you dragged out, an amused smile tugging at your lips at the sight of his puppy eyes, like youโd just insulted his entire bloodline. โIs there something on my face?โ
You already knew there was. You could feel the strawberry juice dripping from the corner of your mouth.
It was practically catnip for Dean. He immediately leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to the spot, his lips brushing yours for a second before ultimately settling at the corner of your mouth instead.
The moment he leaned away, you rubbed at the spot and simply said, โOh, thank you.โ
You caught the way his lips parted in pure disbelief, and had to fight to keep your laughter from spilling out.
This time, Deanโs response to what he clearly considered a personal betrayal was far more aggressive.
He kissed you properly, lips parting against yours, warm and insistent enough that for a brief moment you considered throwing the prank out the window altogether and spending the rest of the day hidden away in his bedroom.
But instead, you leaned back and aggressively smudged at your lips, watching his entire face twist in horror.
โDid I get all the juice?โ You asked innocently, still rubbing at your mouth and the skin around it.
โWhy are you doing that?โ Dean asked, sounding genuinely baffled.
โDoing what?โ You finally stopped rubbing.
โYouโre wiping off my kisses,โ he whined. โDid I do something?โ
โDean, Iโm not doing anything,โ you said sweetly, smiling at him. โJust donโt want strawberry all over my face, you know?โ
He held your gaze for a few long seconds before standing from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
For a moment, guilt crept in. If Dean had pulled this prank on you, it wouldโve earned him at least a few hours of the silent treatment.
But you were too far in now. You had to see it through.
Or maybe just until he left for the gym.
While your boyfriend sulked in the bathroom, you pulled on a pair, and then headed downstairs, deciding to wash the plates and mugs. Tucker had cooked breakfast, after all. It was the least you could do.
A few minutes later, Dean came downstairs with damp hair and a pair of low-hanging sleep pants slung dangerously low on his hips.
This was undoubtedly payback for your antics.
You kept washing dishes when he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
โDone messing around?โ He murmured against your ear, the deep timbre of his voice making a shiver run through you.
โI didnโt do anything.โ
You turned your head to look at him, and his eyes immediately dropped from yours to your mouth. A second later, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
You didnโt react right away.
Only once you turned back toward the sink did you bring up your driest hand and wipe the kiss away.
โThere!โ Dean grabbed your waist, spinning you around to glare at you. โYou did it again!โ
โWhat did she do again?โ Logan asked as he strolled into the kitchen, eyes darting between the two of you.
โSheโs wiping off my kisses!โ Dean accused.
As if to prove his point, he grabbed your face with both hands and planted a firm kiss right on your mouth.
A second later, you leaned forward and rubbed your lips against his bare chest.
โOkay, didnโt need to see all thatโฆโ Logan muttered before setting his dirty mug on the counter and immediately leaving the kitchen again.
โSeriously, do I have some disease I donโt know about, or do you just not want me kissing you anymore?โ He asked, his voice sounding more genuinely hurt this time.
โI donโt know what youโre talking about.โ You continued drying off the now clean plates.
โIf you say so,โ he mumbled with a sigh.
You watched as he leaned forward like he was about to kiss your cheek, only to stop himself at the last second.
That was your final straw. There was no way you were making it all the way until he left for the gym.
โDean, wait.โ You quickly set the towel and plate down on the counter.
โHm?โ He turned around, leaning against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room.
โCome here.โ
โWhy?โ He huffed. โSo you can disrespect my kisses again?โ
โIโm sorry,โ you said, walking over and grabbing his hands to pull him away from the wall.
โGo on,โ Dean replied, though there was already a hint of smugness creeping into his tone.
โI saw a prank on TikTok,โ you admitted. โI thought itโd be funny to try it on you.โ
โI guess I forgive you.โ He rolled his eyes, though you could already see the smile tugging at his lips. โBut never do it again. Iโll have you know my kisses are a very hot commodity.โ
You narrowed your eyes at him. โYeah, I think half of Briar knows that.โ
โJust half?โ He joked, though the grin quickly faltered at the murderous look you sent him.
โIโm about to do worse than wipe off your kisses,โ you grumbled.
Dean let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was so featherlight it almost tickled.
Then you slid a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged him back in, kissing him hard enough to make him groan against your mouth.
His hand settled against your lower back before slowly trailing down until he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
You smirked against his lips, slowly lifting a hand toward your mouth again, but Dean immediately caught your wrist before you could do anything.
โDonโt you dare,โ he growled, pinning both of your hands in one of his before kissing you again.
Then he lifted you into his arms, your legs instinctively locking around his waist as he carried you upstairs. After kicking his bedroom door shut behind him, he tossed you onto the bed before crawling over you, pressing hot kisses along your neck until his lips finally brushed against yours again.
And as he tugged yourโtechnically hisโshirt over your head, you couldnโt help but think smugly that if all pranks ended like this, youโd definitely be pulling a lot more of them in the future.
NOTE : hope you guys are enjoying the dean content because i sure am enjoying writing it! also, i need hannahโs version of โcherry pieโ and โthe bitch is backโ on spotify ASAP.
