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Don’t You Ever Mess With My Girl

A/N: Angry Dean makes me weak because that fucker can scare the shit out of anyone when someone messes with his girl. Unedited. I think this will be a two part series…if y’all want…. 

Dean x Reader

Words Count: 1961

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse. swearing, a little bit of violence 

Dean knew that there was something wrong with you the minute he mentioned stopping in your hometown in order to stay the night at a motel, it was a 15 hour drive back to the Bunker and he had no desire to get home so quickly, especially if it meant getting to spend more time alone with you. He watched as you fidgeted slightly in the passenger seat of Baby, rarely meeting his eye as you watched the familiar streets and stores go by. He parked the car into a small motel and watched you worriedly as you smoothed down your windblown hair, a forced smile on your pretty face as you grabbed all your shit from the car.

“Wanna go to the bar up the road or something? Celebration for a successful hunt,” he suggested, wanting nothing more to make you happy and comfortable. Both you and Dean loved going to Bar’s. Something about the classic rock, the smell of liquor and sweat, as well as the seductive nature that naturally came to you as soon as you stepped through the door. You were both in your element when you each had a glass of whiskey in your hands. You quickly nodded to Dean’s suggestion, more than willing to have the comfort of alcohol and Dean nearby.  

…….

Dean’s jaw nearly unhinged from his jaw as you stepped out of the bathroom. The last time he has seen you all dressed up like this was when he had first met you a couple years ago, trying to flirt your way to get info out of a cop. With black leggings that hugged your thighs and hips perfectly, a baby pink crop top that brought a level of … innocence that nearly brought him to his knees. Your hair was curled and with a few swipes of mascara, a poppin’ highlighter on your cheekbone and a smug grin gracing your perfect lips, Dean was sure this night was either going to end really badly or really well. He was incredibly grateful that he was sitting on one of the beds or surely he would’ve collapsed. He quickly cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Just felt like getting dressed up a bit tonight. Why? Can’t handle it, Winchester?” He watched as you slid on your black combat boots, the skin on your stomach was smooth and looked as if it was incredibly soft. Dean had to force himself to keep his hands to his side, not wanting to ruin the friendship that you two had built over the years. Dean, known for his womanizing tendencies, promised himself he would never cross that line with you. Respecting you too much as a person, as a woman, as a friend and fellow hunter. But if you ever did advance on him, he was not going to object in the slightest, and tonight, he prayed to every higher power that did or did not exist – that you would realize just how much he did care for you – how much he did like you in that way.

“Oh sweetheart, you wish,” he forced himself to chuckle before swiping the keys off the small kitchen table, grabbing his jacket and headed towards Baby. What the hell was going on? What were you trying to do?

As soon as he parked in front of the bar, he watched as you stepped out. Confidence radiated off of you in waves, but it was different this time. It wasn’t your usual aura, and it made Dean nervous. There was something you weren’t telling him. Something that was making you into this woman that… seemed forced. He trailed along as he followed you inside, quickly ordering a couple shots of tequila, and that’s when Dean’s suspicions were confirmed. You only drank tequila when you were nervous and slightly scared, when you were out of your comfort zone. He asked for a bottle of beer, wanting to keep an eye on you.

You avoided anyone that you knew from your past life, ears alert for familiar voices. You were on edge. You didn’t want to force Dean to keep driving, and honest to god he probably thought he was doing you a good deed by passing through your hometown. Our past lives weren’t a luxury we often got to reminisce about. But the boys had no idea what it was that caused you to hate this place that you no longer called home, so much. They had no idea that you dreaded the thought of home. And being here, with Dean, made you nervous as hell.

“Hey Brady! Nice to see you, man!” The bartender yelled out and immediately you felt your heart stutter. You unconsciously gripped Dean’s arm, causing him to slightly lean back in surprise.

“No questions, we’ll talk later. Play along,” You ordered, forcing yourself to smile and glance at a wide eyed Dean who had no idea what the hell was going on. He nodded slightly. You casually leaned in closer to him, feeling your cheeks warm slightly as you flashed him a flirtatious smile, reaching for his beer and took a swig. Your fingers trailed lightly on Dean’s arm, your breath slightly hitched at the feel of his muscular arms from years of hunting.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You heard the familiar voice ask. You flinched as the man’s hand slightly rested on your shoulder. Dean immediately took notice of that and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. There standing next to you was your ex-boyfriend – Brady. The guy who ruined home for you. Surely you could blame it on the fact that you were young and naïve and were desperate to find love, and along came Brady with his sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes and a sweet smile. But underneath his physical attractiveness was something much more cynical, much darker than anyone would have known. The relationship had started out great, and you had never trusted anyone so much in your life (at the time) and eventually gave your heart, body and soul to him. But things started getting weird when Brady went off to college. He would come back home during the holidays and say things that… broke your heart. That made you insecure and that tested your limits – he claimed his words were a joke, but they always sliced your heart like a knife. Always commenting on the way you looked, acted, the way you ate and what you ate. Eventually it became a warzone of a relationship that you couldn’t get out of. Not wanting to admit defeat as well as the embarrassment of being with someone so emotionally abusive was humiliating to say the least. You never thought you were going to be one of those girls, and you never listened to any of your friends who warned you against him, and eventually lost them all somewhere along the way. Brady stripped you of your identity. Twisted and mangled you with his words that you felt like there was nothing left of you. You had loved him so much and gave him all of you – only to lose yourself completely. It wasn’t until you joined the hunting world after losing your parents to a werewolf, that you began to piece yourself back together with the help of the Winchesters – though they never knew it and still had no idea. Dean was especially helpful. Praising you as your progressed as a hunter constantly, and he also never failed to make you feel beautiful – whether that be at 6 in the morning after coming back from a run with Sam, or completely hungover and sprawled on one of the couches in the library, your friendship with Dean was something you cherished greatly. Your love for the eldest Winchester inevitable the more you spent time with him. You both worked extremely well together. Words often not being needed because you both knew what the other felt more often than not.

“Hey, Brady. Nice seeing you,”

“Wow, it’s been years. You look… stunning,” he whistled out slowly, before finally taking notice of Dean. You rested a hand on Dean’s lap, hands trembling slightly at the awful memories that came back just by seeing your ex.

“This is Dean, my boyfriend,” You introduced him to a stone faced Dean, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly at how Dean already knew this man was bad news. “Dean this is Brady, ex-boyfriend,” Brady awkwardly chuckled as Dean finally stood up, being a few good inches taller than Brady and he held out his large calloused hand.

“Nice to meet you, man. What brings you both to town? It’s been ages since you’ve been back, Y/N,” Brady smiled widely as if you all were old good friends. Dean didn’t like the way Brady was looking at you. He also didn’t like the way your hands shook, or the way he could feel your racing heart thunder in your chest as he held you close. He knew he needed to get you out of there. But he also wanted to punch the dude for whatever it was he did for causing you to react this way.

“Just driving around the country. We should really get going, long drive and all,” Dean pointed out, trying to get you both out of there. He pulled a few bills out of his wallet before intertwining your hand with his. He couldn’t help but observe how natural it was for him to play a role he so badly wanted to be reality. For years he had been infatuated with you and would do just about anything to make you happy.

“Aw come on, Y/N. Stay! The night is young and we can play poker like the good old days,” Brady insisted, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Dean. Immediately, Dean let out a groan of annoyance, knowing this was not gonna end well. Nobody grabbed his girl like that.

“Right, cause those were definitely the good old days. Look Brady, I gotta go.” You ripped your arm away from his strong grip, only to be grabbed from the waist by his slimy hands. A squeal of shock and disgust escaped your lips. Immediately Dean sprang into action, shoving Brady off of you. His brows furrowed in anger as he gently pushed you behind his large frame, shielding you from the blond haired dickhead.

“Don’t you ever touch her. Got it?” Dean sneered, his jaw tightened as he watched your ex stand himself up and clenched his fist as if he was going to take a swing. But Dean was skilled, and knew what to expect. Brady messily raised his right fist and tried to punch Dean, but was quickly taken aback as the Winchester easily twisted his arm and pressed it up against his back painfully. He slammed him onto the bar countertop and leaned in. “You’re lucky I care about her and what she thinks of me. If I ever see your face again, know that I won’t be as nice.” Dean threatened.

You watched in disbelief as Dean left a delirious Brady on the counter. Dean quickly stalked over to you, his eyes dark with anger and another emotion that you couldn’t name. He tucked you under his arm, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the car before walking out towards Baby. He didn’t say anything. He just opened your passenger door and watched as you slid in. The quiet made you uneasy.

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The Signs in 2016

Meets their soulmate: Cancer, Libra, Pisces

Meets their favorite band/artist: Leo, Aquarius

Meets Satan: Taurus, Gemini, Sagittarius, Capricorn

Meets God: Virgo, Aries, Scorpio

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the signs bad habits

aries: self conciousness

taurus: hoarding

gemini: obsession

cancer: denial

leo: sin

virgo: obsessed with books

libra: taking offence too easily

scorpio: murder

saggitarius: memes

capricorn: brutal murder

aquarius: enjoying trash

pisces: fanfiction

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being ugly in high school makes u a better person

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Soulmate (Calum)

“Y/n! Get up!“

You could hear your roommate shouting. It was a Saturday morning and you had remedial classes but that’s still in the afternoon. So what’s with all the fuss?

You just grunted, thinking she was just trying to annoy you or something.Perhaps she was.

“Shit y/n , if you’re not gonna wake up right now. I’ll have to use force on you!” She warned

“What? It’s so early. At least let me get some sleep”

You knew it was, you could still feel the early morning breeze. But you woke up anyway knowing that there was no way to bargain with her.

Your head was still hurting when you opened your eyes and groggily sat on the edge of the bed. 

Your mouth tasted bitter and you smelled like alcohol. Reminding you of last night’s unplanned night out with your friends at some bar you can’t even recall what name. You barely recall what happened and had no idea on how you got home either.

You absentmindedly massaged your temple, noting mentally not to drink alcohol ever again.

"This better be a good reason for waking me up”

She laughed so hard, you almost thought she would pee herself.

“Okay? So that’s it?” You skeptically said. 

“Sorry, it’s just that–” She paused for a while and looked at you. realizing you didn’t have any idea what she was talking about.

You were about to get back to sleep. When she reminded you something.

“Oh my god, have you seriously forgotten?" 

”“Forgotten what?” You annoyingly replied.

It took her a pause to reply, making sure you were sober and your attention was full.

"You met your soulmate last night y/n, don’t you remember?”

Part 2

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Please Stop - Part 2 (Luke Imagine)

Requested: yessss

Content Warning: might need some tissues for tears

Word Count: 728

Author: Emi :3

 Moving on from Luke 

Part 1 (Text au)

Part 3 (Text au)

You smiled weakly at the waiter and mumbled a small thanks. He grinned back at you and walked away with his empty tray when he settled a cup of coffee sat in front of you. You stared at the steaming hot beverage and regretted ordering anything since you won’t be able to drink it anyway. Maybe it’s because you didn’t want to have an empty table while you wait for him to arrive. It felt awkward. But as the time goes, you barely cared about trivial things anymore.

You were nervous.

How long has it been since you last saw him in person?

Weeks? Months?

You didn’t know. Although you were sure that ever since he sent a text, you couldn’t concentrate on anything. You were over-thinking about what’s going to happen you you do meet him. What’s going to happen today? You barely ate or drank anything. It’s unhealthy, you know. But you couldn’t help yourself. He was on your mind all the time.

Your thoughts were poison. Luke was poison.

Why did he even want to meet up now? What does he want after all this time?

Maybe we’ll get back…..No. Yes. I don’t know. You hoped for the best either way.

“Y/N.”

You look up and saw the same blue eyes that seemed like the ocean that you fell in too deep. You couldn’t breathe. You were drowning. You still were.

“Luke.” You whispered, not finding any sort of strength in your body.

He smiled softly. “It’s good to see you again.” His voice almost hoarse as if trying to hide something. Unshed tears? Maybe.

You stared at him as he pulled up a chair and sat down opposite of you. Noticing his tired eyes and unruly blonde hair, you sigh as your concern for his health kicks in.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, before you stopped yourself. You don’t exactly have the right to care about him since you’re not in his life anymore. But you couldn’t help it.

Instead, he just chuckled and bit his lip in the way you still remember. The way it drove you crazy.

“I remember when you ask me that question about 26 times a day.” he said.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled, looking down at the coffee in the middle of the table.

“And how you say ‘sorry’ almost 200 times each day.”

You blushed and kept your head down. “Sorry.”

You heard Luke chuckle again then sighed deeply. He was quiet for a moment. But then he spoke up.

“I remember everything, Y/N.” he started. You look up at him, confused as to why he’s saying this. Why can’t he just get over it? So I could attempt to fix the impending shattered heart I’m gonna have after this conversation.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I remember all the things that happened between us. I remember how you were so  caring for me. How you kept me grounded when my head is up in space. Lost. You were always there for me. Even when I was self-destructive and my friends were away. You didn’t leave me. You even gave me everything I wanted even if you were dead tired. Why did you do it all?”

Your tears started to fall as you remembered all the things he mentioned. It was true. All of it.

“Because I love you.” you told him, wiping the tears with your own fingers because he wouldn’t reach out and wipe your tears for you.

“Because you love me.” he repeated, sighing loudly. “You still do, Y/N. And that’s going to destroy you.”

Oh no.

“Luke, don’t do this to me.” you sobbed.

He shook his head again, looking at you with pity in his eyes. “I want to forget, Y/N. And I can’t do that knowing you still love me. I’ve moved on.”

No. Please.

“No, Luke.”

“You have to, Y/N. You have to stop loving me at one point. Now’s the time. Please. We ended.”

“No, we didn’t, Luke, You ended us. I never asked for that. I wanted to be with you so much.”

He looked down and ran his hand through his hair, making it even more messy than before.

“I love her.” he told you. And your prediction was correct. The impending shattered heart. And it was worse than you imagined when you realized he wasn’t talking about you. Luke was talking about her.

He continued. “It’s true. I do.”

Luke pushed his chair back and stood up, looking down at you.

“So please stop loving me, Y/N.”

-*sobs* tru tru i feel it. damn *sobs even more*

Let me know what you think and if you want a part 3 maybe? if i will have a part 3 however it will either be a text au or an imagine. so please send us a message. -Emi :3 

Requests are open!

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forbidden || c.h

in which she falls in love with the best friend’s brother. 

it all started when y/n had to walk home in the rain thanks to her mum who was stuck in the traffic from work and she had no way of getting home unless she wanted to wait for another two hours.

she was miserable and cold and  was starting to feel a cold creeping up on her as she walked with a jumper over her head, the rain slapping against her face like sharp knives. 

she was starting to get quite anxious when a sleek black car began slowing down and drove alongside with her on the road, so she picked up her pace, hoping that she wasn’t going to get kidnapped that day. 

“y/n!” 

y/n stopped jogging and slowly turned around, her eyes widening with surprise at who the familiar voice belonged to. she started to feel a bit embarrassed, knowing that she must have looked like a total freak jogging in the rain.

“why are you jogging in the rain? he frowned, shielding his face from the rain as he leaned out of the car window to talk to her.

“i’m walking home,” she mentally thanked god that it was raining heavily so he couldn’t see her blushed cheeks.

“do you want a lift?”

“no, it’s okay, i’m fine with a little bit of water,” she lied, casually shrugging. 

she would have loved a ride back home and being under a shelter but the thing was, she didn’t know calum that well since he was her best friend’s brother. they’ve only spoken once or twice even though she was always at bella’s house and he always drove them around to places. it wasn’t like he thought his little sister’s friends were lame, he actually talk to quite a lot to bella’s friends except for y/n and that was sort of her fault since she’s extremely awkward and shy around him. 

and the fact that he was extremely attractive didn’t help her any more. she always found herself getting embarrassed when she sleeps over at bella’s and she runs into him in the morning with just a t-shirt on.

“i’m taking you home, hop in,” he said firmly, gesturing at the back seat.

“i really don’t want to get your seats wet,” she said weakly, it was obvious that his car was quite expensive plus she knew she looked like shit with her makeup smudging and hair drenched like a rat’s tail.

“i don’t care, get it, if bella was with me you would have gotten in anyway,” he said with impatience.

“yeah but-”

“y/n”

“fine,” she sighed loudly and opened the back door, awkwardly climbing in as she tried not to make eye contact with him in the review mirror.

“you can wear my hoodie,” he told her, leaning over the seat and reached over to grab the grey hoodie and tossed it at her.

“it’s okay-”

“y/n, seriously, wear it,” he groaned, putting on his seat belt.

“okay, well, i’ll give it to bella tomorrow after i wash it,” she said shyly, “and don’t look, i’m going to take off my top.”

y/n hurriedly peeled off her drenched shirt and jacket, shoving it into her backpack and quickly pulled on the warm hoodie, moaning at the feeling of the soft material. little did she know that calum looked and that his pants slightly stiffened at the little moan she mad.

“so, where’s bella?” y/n broke the silence, fiddling with the string of the hoodie.

“home, i was just picking luke up so that’s why i drove past school,” he replied.

“oh sorry.”

“for what?”

“you were going to pick luke up,” she bit her lip, feeling extremely guilty.

“seriously, he lives near you and you have to stop being passive,” calum shook his head, glancing at her in the review mirror before focusing back on the road, “you’re so shy and awkward around me, like i’ve known you forever but i’ve only spoken to you once.”

“i’m sorry-”

“again with the apologies y/n.”

“okay, i’m not sorry, i’m just awkward in general,” y/n shrugged.

“i’ve seen you around the guys in your grade, you don’t seem very awkward,” calum lightly chuckled.

y/n was surprised that calum actually noticed her around school and felt her face slightly heat up, “well i don’t know you well so that’s probably why i’m so shy around you.”

“why don’t you get to know me then?” calum said in a casual tone but it sounded quite flirty with y/n just shrugged it off, he was bella’s brother, he wouldn’t flirt with her… would he?

“bella already gets pissed that you talk to her other friends a lot, i’m sure she’d go rage if i start talking to you,” she chuckled, already seeing the look of anger on her best friend’s face.

“she doesn’t have to know about it.”

and those 7 words blossomed a new relationship between y/n and calum. they never spoke to each other in front of others but behind the doors when bella was soundly sleeping, they would be in a heated makeout session and in the next morning, they’d act like nothing happened. 

it went on for quite a while, y/n found calum’s lips addictive and he was starting to be on her mind all the time. she found herself staring at him in the hallways or when she had dinner at bella’s, how the corner of his almond shaped eyes crinkled up when he laughed made her want to smile herself or his slightly noticeable lisp made her stomach flutter and everything about him in general made her wonder how someone could be so perfect.

and, of course no one knew about this relationship and they both planned on keeping it this way. 

y/n soon realised that she liked calum more than she should but she knew that calum definitely didn’t like her the way she did.

 if he did, why would he start dating a girl in his grade?

it all happened too fast, they had the whatever you call their relationship going on for a couple of months and then everything stopped all of a sudden.

ever since he found himself a girlfriend, he ignored y/n and she ignored him even though she secretly craved his kiss every night she spent at their house. 

y/n was back to feeling cold and miserable like the start when he saved her from the rain. she was confused and wondered what she did wrong to get him to ignore her but she never had the guts to ask why.

it was never meant to happen anyway.

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part 2

i know the last bit was rushed but its called a time lapse . but the next part is going to be normal and y/n and calum starts talking again! yay! i ship them so hard 

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5sos strikes again lol

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🕸🎃 Halloween ships! 🎃🕸

Halloween is here! It’s time for spooky ships…

What you gotta do:

🕸 Following me and reblogging & liking this post would be nice but you don’t have to! 🕸 Tell me what your interests are, what do you look like and what’s your personality like 🕸Tell me what do you do on Halloween!

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What you get:

Ship:

What do you two do together on Halloween:

Who chooses the scary movie you’re gonna watch (because it’s Halloween duhhh):

Who cuddles more while watching it:

The big spoon:

Drunk Halloween hook up:

Who takes more pictures (so you can put them to an album):

You’re couple song:

Who carves the pumpkins:

Steals others’ Trick or Treat candies:

Matching costumes you decide to wear:

Who sleeps in longer the next morning:

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Sirius XM Hits 1 - October 28, 2015 [MQ] [Gallery]

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Just imagine waking up to this every morning😍