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I’m in-let’s do it.

im bored someone start some drama

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Twizzlers > red vines and sparkling water sucks

Coming from a fellow Virgo 😘

im bored someone start some drama

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Send me a Character and I'll tell you if I would sleep with them.

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

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His Shirt

Dean x reader one shot

Word count: 365

For the first time in months, you were alone. It felt wonderful. Finally, there was no case that required your attention- no demons or werewolves or vampires running amuck. You sent Sam and Dean out to the store, asking them to pick up groceries and dinner on the way home. This ensured at least an hour and a half to have the whole bunker to yourself. A real treat.

You started off with a hot shower, letting the hot jets of water relax your tense muscles. Once you were clean, dry, and lotioned up, you hopped out of the bathroom to discover you had no clean clothes. Out of options, you gathered all your laundry and trudged down to the laundry room, hoping to get a load done before the boys got home. 

On a whim, you decided to wash the towel that was currently wrapped around you too, grabbing one of Dean’s flannels that was laying around and wearing that instead. 

It actually smelled pretty good, like Dean. You busied yourself doing chores around the bunker for a while: tackling the pile of dirty dishes and organizing the library. The smell of Dean surrounding you was comforting. You could admit that to yourself; even if the man himself drove you crazy. 

Finally the chores were done and you flopped down on the couch and turned on the television. Like clockwork, the door swung open and Sam and Dean waltzed in, carrying paper bags of groceries and three take out containers from your favorite Thai place . 

“Honeyyy, I’m hooooome,” Dean yelled sarcastically.

You jumped up, excited at the prospect of pad thai, forgetting your lack of pants and non-lack of wearing clothes that didn’t belong to you.

Sam cleared his throat and looked down, while the smirk on Dean’s face grew larger by the second. You ignored all of this, grabbing your food from Sam and taking your spot at the table.

“(Y/N), is that my shirt?” 

Momentarily embarrassed, you blushed. 

“You know sweetheart, if you missed me that much you could’ve just called.” Dean winked and sat beside you, digging into his own meal. Sam snickered.

“You wish, Winchester. You wish.”

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Do you have a masterlist?

Lmao the only thing I've written on this blog is beach house weekend. If you like HP, check out my main blog @emohermione and I actually just started a SPN blog at @emowinchester if that's your thang. If you're looking for something specific, you could always request!

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Beach house weekend Ch 5

OOooooookay folks I’m back and ready to rumble. Here is part 5 of BHW, long awaited. I’ve tagged the people who requested MONTHS ago, so let me know if you no longer wish to be tagged.

I realize it’s been forever since I updated...so below are the previous parts for you to catch up on. 

Part one Part two Part three Part four

Mere hours later, you awoke to a rough hand shaking you awake. Immediately on guard, you punched the spot next to your bed, hitting nothing but air.

You opened your eyes to see Bucky standing flat against the wall, looking a little scared. Once he noticed that you were conscious and not about to hit him, he scooted closer.

“(Y/N), I’m exhausted and Sam already took the upper bunk. Can I sleep with you? I promise I’ll behave.”

“James? What time is it?” You asked, barely opening your eyes?

“About 3:45am. Come onnn, scooch over.”

He gave you his best puppy dog eyes and you obliged.

Bucky didn’t hesitate, sliding under the covers but still maintaining his distance from you, clearly keeping his promise to behave.

You turned away from him and fell back asleep.

You awoke the next morning in a daze, and you had never been so warm. You moved to throw off the covers and then realized that the covers weren’t wrapped around you. A huge super soldier was. 

You nudged him with your elbow, unable to get him off by yourself.

“James. Hey! Buck, wake up!”

He stirred, only pulling you in closer. Your head was resting on his chest while his arms were wrapped around you. 

A head popped into your vision, it was Sam and he was still on the top bunk, leaning over.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Enemies turned lovers? What a classic love story trope.” Sam was laughing, which finally woke Bucky.

He released you quickly and threw his pillow at Sam, causing him to fall off the bed and land on the floor with a loud thump.

Bucky reached behind him and scratched the back of his neck. “Morning (Y/N), sorry about that. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, James,” he had already caused a deep blush to form on your cheeks. “I actually slept really good.”

He nodded, looking a little flushed himself. “Yeah, me too.”

Sam snickered, still on the floor. You got up out of bed, and walked over to your duffel bag, not missing an opportunity to land a kick to Sam’s ribs.

Sam got up and left the room, grumbling about how unfair life was.

After rummaging around for a while, you still couldn’t find your sundress. Bucky cleared his throat, getting your attention.

“(Y/N), um, thanks for letting me crash in your bed. You didn’t have to do that, you know.” 

You two made eye contact, and you could see how genuine he was. It was sweet, really. Maybe Bucky wasn’t so bad after all.

“You know, James, we never did get to finish the game of 20 questions. What were you going to ask me?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you liked... well, if you wanted..” You tilted your head inquisitively and moved to sit on the bed beside him. He continued, “I was actually wondering what your favorite color is.” Bucky looked nervous and a little pale, but you were pretty sure you saw through his facade.

You leaned in a little closer, resting one hand on Bucky’s knee. He noticeably relaxed when your lips finally touched his, running his fingers through your hair before settling them on your hips, gently stroking his fingers across your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Abruptly he pulled away and rubbed his face. “(Y/N), I don’t think this is a good idea.” You froze, feeling your heart shatter. 

“What?”

“This, you and me, it shouldn’t happen.” He got up and left without saying another word.

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Tag me in future BHW please????

Your wish is my command

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Holy shit do I love ur writings, is it alright if u can tag me in them unless ur not in to it them I'm fine too

I’m SO into it

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Hey! Are tags open for Beach House Weekend? If so, can you please tag me??? Thanks!

Howdy doody yes they are

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Would you mind tagging me in beach house weekend? I love it!

Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuure

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Can you tag me in any beach house weekend updates? Pretty please!!

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u alive?

Not on the inside

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it's been so long since you've updated beach house weekend

Yup

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do you have a master list

Nope. Lo siento

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when are you going to update beach house weekend?

yooooooooo i’m working on it.

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How often do you update beach house weekend, and when will the next part be up? I really like it

I don't have a set update schedule. It's more like 'whenever I get a few free hours in my hectic life.' And I'm having a little bit of trouble plot planning at this point. But I'm hoping to have the next part up this weekend! 😅

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Beach house weekend- Ch 4

Bucky’s arm tightened as he clenched his fist. “How come you don’t know your drinking limits?”

“How come you never drink?”

“How come you hardly ever attend Avenger events?”

“How come you don’t like to swim?”

“You already asked that,” he was trying to sound frustrated, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Fine, James. If I answer though, then you have to answer.” He rolled his eyes, but ultimately agreed. “I do know my drinking limits. I saw my limit tonight coming up, and I waved goodbye as it passed. And I don’t like big events. I like little events. Like getting drunk with Sam and watching the Lion King or playing 20 questions with you.”

“We aren’t playing 20 questions. You are just being annoying.”

You shook your head adamantly. “Your turn.”

He ran his human hand through his long hair.

“I don’t like to swim because of my arm. It’s so visible if I’m shirtless. And I do drink- well I did. And I would now, if I could. Regular alcohol doesn’t get me drunk. Like Steve.”

You nodded your head vigorously. “Yeah, yeah okay. Makes sense.” You hopped up, feeling sobered up and ready to get sobered back down. You grabbed Bucky by his shirt, and pulled him close to you. Bucky was clearly confused (damn those social cues), but you just leaned in and whispered. “Don’t be ashamed of your arm. I think it’s cool. Definitely cooler than stupid telekinesis powers....though they do sometimes come in handy. Like right now.”

Releasing Bucky, You used your powers to bring a bottle of Asgardian mead from under the sink- Thors ‘secret’ hiding spot, a bottle of wine, and two glasses to the counter. His eyes widened and you poured him a drink.

He downed it all before asking, “Why do you call me James?”

“I don’t know. I think it fits. And I thought it would piss you off. Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you. At least not all the time.” He laughed a little bit, clearly loosening up. “It was you who dumped my water on the airplane, right?”

Pursing your lips, you tried to not let out a laugh, but you failed miserably. Bucky just shook his head, muttering about how ‘he knew all along.’

“Who’s worse, me or Sam?”

Bucky didn’t even hesitate. “You.”

“What? Why? That’s stupid.”

“Well when Sam pisses me off, I can kick his ass. You aren’t so easy.”

You tapped your chin in mock thought as Bucky just looked at you.

“My turn to ask now.”

“See, I told you we were playing 20 questions.”

“This is one of those times that I hate you.”

You smiled devilishly at him, waiting for him to continue.

“What is your-” Bucky’s question was interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the Avengers.

“Buck? You found Thor’s mead? Hell yeah! It’s a party now!!!” Steve poured himself a glass, and Sharon glared at Bucky, seemingly blaming him for Steve’s discovery.

You stood up, and silently made your way to your room unnoticed, feeling both mentally and physically exhausted. And very drunk.