#braeden i swear to fuck

[lesbiradshaw]

male writers need to stay far away from malia tate i am so serious

[hysteria-things]

PHOTO ALBUM (part two)

read part one here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft!dom chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you and chris finally have alone time, you guys want to make the most of it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, fluff, swearing, p in v, sleepy sex, a little praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 715

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the second part for @whoreforchrissturniolo request😜

marylou opens the front door and smiles wide, you and chris walking into his childhood home and placing the car seats on the ottoman. “how are you doing, sweetie?” she greets with a hug, chris unbuckling the twins so braeden and lydia can stretch.

“i’m doing good.” you reply. “just tired.”

“tell me about it,” she says lowly, chris coming to your side. his mother talks to the babies, taking both of them out of the seats and holding them in her arms. she is a pro.

“thank you again, mom. i’m sorry we keep coming over like this, especially when dad’s at work.”

she scoffs, refusing to take her eyes off of her grandchildren. “don’t be silly. go get rest; i got this.”

occasionally, you and chris would come over to his parent's house in the morning to have them watch the kiddos while you guys get some extra sleep. it helps tremendously, since the amount of sleep you guys get is about four hours.

because of the eye bags, it does look like you guys got punched in the face.

once you plop onto chris’s bed, you get under the covers and snuggle instantly, eyes already half closed. “your mom is a lifesaver.” you mumble.

he giggles, facing toward you and taking your hand to peck it. a peck leads to him kissing up your arm, then neck, then to him on top of you with your arms wrapped around his neck. your lips move in sync. it’s slow, but it’s full of need.

ever since the kids were born, you guys have not had time to have sex, which is understandable. right now, you guys are exhausted, but you can’t stop now.

he pulls away, groaning when you reach your hand into his pants and pump his base. “fuck.” he whispers, feeling him getting harder under your touch.

you hum when he pushes your hand away, untying both his and your bottoms before pulling them down. he goes in and kisses you again, this time inserting his tongue into your mouth.

soft moans and pants leave your mouths, keeping in the back of your heads to not be so loud. you guys are supposed to be asleep, after all.

gasping, you grab onto chris’s arms. you haven’t felt him in a very long time, so adjusting to the size again will be difficult. he leans to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “you’re taking it so well, baby. just a little more, okay?”

you whine, chris taking one of your hands and interlocking his fingers with it above your head. once he thrusts softly into you, your eyes flutter closed. you throw your head back, taking in what you haven’t felt in almost a year.

“damn,” he grunts, leaving kisses on your neck and collarbone. he missed this.

“you feel so good.” you whimper, gripping tighter onto his hand that’s holding yours. he moans in response, licking his lips to focus on how well you wrap around him.

you open your eyes, his already staring back at yours. your noses graze each other, mouths open wide with heavy pants escaping them. because it’s been forever, your orgasm already started to build.

his cock moves deep inside you, a high-pitched moan louder than the others falling past your lips before you cover them with your palm. clenching hard, chris’s hips jut. “you’re squeezing so fucking tight. is someone close? hm?”

“y-yes.” you exhale. “i need to cum so bad. i-i miss cumming around your cock.”

those words cause a groan, his hips moving slightly faster to also get to his climax. “sh-shit.” he stammers. “that’s right. cum around my dick like the good girl you are. there we go.”

legs trembling, you continue to moan as your release smears down his shaft. multiple grunts and ruts of the pelvis later, the feeling of chris’ cum oozing inside of you has you thanking god that you recently got back on birth control. you love the babies, but you certainly don’t need another one at the moment.

he lays at your side, arms wrapping around your waist and nuzzling deep into your back. you were tired before, but that got you guys falling asleep in seconds, enjoying the peace while listening to each other’s heartbeats.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[preseriesdean]

for @spnficrecfest day seven: outsider pov 🧡

JOHN POV

Like Arrows in the Hands of a Warrior by ADeedWithoutaName 10.3k words, rated M, published 2018, underage John Winchester loves his boys, and would take a bullet for either of them. He knows that he's doing it right, the way he's raising them, the things he's teaching them. Not every problem, however, has an easy answer. Like what to do after an incubus case in which their target got his pollen all over both of John's sons.

Flagstaff by Linden 7.3k words, rated T, published 2014 John tracked Sam down in Flagstaff, four days after he got home to find him gone.

Generosity by astolat 1.7k words, rated E, published 2007 John had traded the gun; he'd have traded away more, and he was still feeling the cold dread of the moment when the demon had cocked its head like a pistol and said, "You know, I'm feeling generous today," because if it hadn't taken more, that was only because it figured what was in store was going to be worse.

lost in yesterday by margaryes / @christsam 1k words, not rated, published 2023 John hasn’t seen his youngest son in 18 months.

half the man i used to be by dollylux 2.2k words, rated M, published 2016 John has a gradual, horrifying realization.

Mary's Angels by FrancesHouseman 3.1k words, rated G, published 2016 There's one more silver bullet in the chamber; one last shot at the sikutor, the ice siren that has Dean in thrall. John takes aim, and misses.

OTHERS POV

Buy You a Mockingbird by candle_beck (a.k.a. thee outsider pov fic of all time no contest) 10.3k words, rated M, published 2011, author chose not to warn A genuine horror story.

Multitude of Sins by Linden 4.4k words, rated T, published 2015 Every now and again, Jim Murphy would look up from his altar and find the Winchester boys at the back of his church.

All Heartless Spectres, Happiness 5.7k words, rated E, published 2021, soulless!sam Lisa Braeden receives an email with the subject line, "You Deserve to Know." It contains a single video file and nothing else.

I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger by fleshflutter 3.9k words, rated M, published 2007 If Chase were a better friend, he might try to end the game now, before Brendan loses even more money. But if Brendan is a dick at Stanford, it’s nothing compared to how he is on break.

Other Brothers by homo_pink 7k words, rated M, published 2020, underage A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

Try asking by @goshen-applecrumbledore 7.4k words, rated T, published 2022 “Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.” “Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

charmer & gentle by Askance 3.7k words, rated G, published 2015 The afternoon girl calls them Big and Tall, the strangers who come in late every now and then, buying this or that. The night girl doesn't think those names fit quite right.

Happy Wife, Happy Life by petrichorsam pre-slash, 7.1k words, rated T, published 2023 The hunters at Johnny's Roadhouse have heard enough tales about Dean Winchester's wife, Sam, to fill a book, and yet no one has ever seen her.

[starsandhughes]

PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

write something about sissy yelling at brady over ratty getting injured and matty is js holding her back

as soon as Matty's front door opened and Brady stepped through, your rage was back front and center. you and Matty were sitting on the couch, with him perfectly surrounded by pillows so that he could be as comfortable as possible, and you got up right when Brady entered your sight line.

"Braeden Tkachuk, i'm going to kill you!" you screamed.

Brady walked back until he hit the door as you charged towards him.

"i cannot believe you helped your brother play game four! he is seriously injured, and instead of trying to do something, you aided in Matthew's stupid endeavor to play!" you screamed at him. "he could've died!"

Brady took off running once you got closer to him, knowing damn well you weren't above hitting him. but the second you started to chase after him, Matty looped his arms around you and pulled you back. if he was anybody else, or if he wasn't injured, you would've fought him, too.

Matty's hand that wasn't around your waist reached to pet your hair with a little extra force than necessary to calm you. you broke down in tears the second he started doing it. you turned around and hugged him, not pleased with the fact that you had to do so lightly.

"you could have died!" you wailed.

"shhh, it's okay. it's rare for a broken sternum to be fatal, alright? it's okay. i'm okay," he whispered to you as he rubbed your back.

"you got hit again," you continued. "it could've-"

"but it didn't," Matty cut you off from your spiral. "if we thought that there was a high chance it would, i would not have played, okay, little mouse?"

"i was just doing-"

"Braeden, i swear to fuck if you try and defend yourself right now, i will break free and run after you with a knife," you said, still hugging Matty for dear life.

"go upstairs," Matty told his brother. "because she isn't kidding."

[metagalacticx]

whoa so i just watched the teen wolf movie ‘first look’ clip again and the captions were on this time

if you don’t wanna see spoilers you gotta mute the tag, okay babes? <3

it’s important because right at the end when it looks like she fires the kill shot there is a sound- i didn’t even know what it was when i watched the clip the first time but the cc says ‘gun fires’

and you know who has a gun in the movie???

THAT’S RIGHT YOU ARE CORRECT

mason fucking hewitt.

now at first of course it’s like, whoa mason here to save the day ??? oh my god yesssss

but also, it’s allison she’s GOING TO KILL HIM. she hasn’t met my sweet nerd prince yet she doesn’t know he’s not just Some Guy with a gun. she doesn’t even know he’s very well acquainted with her ancestors sksjdj but i swear if this gets him hurt i will personally string everyone in beacon hills up in the woods.

anyway, it could also be like, the actual sheriff or some other deputy i guess……

OR BRAEDEN

yep, that’s right you thought I was DONE??

it could also be braeden.

now we’re not quite sure if she’s even in the movie but that would be so cool! and it would be an incredible scene. she would definitely make a quip about allison being dead and she would also most definitely survive.

anyway, this is how i think we could all win.

thank you for coming to my street side ted talk.

[macamadamia]

Sometimes, You Can Meet Your Heroes Chapter One

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51511717/chapters/130187266

Chapter Fic - Chapter 1 / ???

Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Chapter Word Count: 1000

AO3 Tags: Parent Dean Winchester, Parent Castiel, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Claire Novak is hell on wheels, Minor Character Death (before the story starts), Teen Claire Novak, Kid Ben Braeden, Mute Ben Braeden, Ex-Con Dean Winchester, castiel is doing the best he can

It’s been a year since Lisa’s death, and Castiel is struggling to help his grieving children. Claire has taken moody teenager to a whole new level, while Ben has retreated into silence. Claire might not share his DNA, but he raised her from birth, meeting Lisa when she was already pregnant. He doesn’t know anything about Claire’s birth father, apart from his name, and that he was in prison when Claire was born. He doesn’t want to know anything else about the man. Until Claire disappears in search of Dean Winchester.

Dean faintly hears the doorbell chime of someone entering the front office, but since he’s buried elbow-deep in the engine bay of a 1970 El Camino, he ignores it. The college kid who works the front desk was in today, and Krissy might be small, but she’s fierce, and would run interference on any customers. Happily. With a rifle, if he let her.

Usually, Dean doesn’t mind the customer service side of his business. He likes talking to people about cars, and he’s good at it, but today was a day he didn’t want to face the public He would have stayed home, only he’d probably end up day drinking until he passed out. The five-year anniversary of Benny’s death wasn’t a day he should be spending alone at home.

So, he’d come into work, told Krissy he didn’t want to be disturbed, and went to work on the recalcitrant El Camino Bobby had dropped off, that’d been taking up real estate in his garage for the last few weeks. 

With AC/DC blasting on the stereo in the corner, head under the hood of the El Camino, he doesn’t hear Krissy’s footsteps until she’s standing by his elbow.

“Boss?”

Swearing, he jumps and barely avoids colliding his elbow with the engine block. “Jesus fuck Krissy!” Reaching for a dirty rag, he wipes his hands as clean as he can. “What are you doing sneaking up on me?”

Fixing him with a level stare, she doesn’t even flinch. Any other day, he’d respect it. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Tell them I’m not here.”

“Don’t know if I can do that, boss.” Krissy goes from glaring at him to studying her fingernails with their fancy manicure, the kind that’s never been seen in the garage before she started working there. “It’s a girl.”

He rolls his eyes, turning back to the El Camino and throwing over his shoulder “You’re a girl, you talk to her.” Maybe if he ignored her she’d go away, and he could go back to diagnosing what exactly the hell is wrong with the piece of junk Bobby dumped on him.

She’s undeterred though, opening her phone and doing something with it that ends with the music in the stereo cutting out.

“Boss. She asked for ‘that asshole Dean Winchester’.” Her face is serious, even with the ridiculous air quotes. She stares him down, and its Dean who blinks first. 

“Shit. Okay.” He wipes his hands again on the already dirty rag. “Lead the way.”

They stop by the sink for Dean to scrub his hands as clean as they’re probably ever going to get. His mind briefly flashes back to his dad – coming home with engine grease under his fingernails and on his coveralls.

He scrubs harder, trying to shake the image away. He doesn’t need any more memories today. He’d already run the full gauntlet when he woke up.

Krissy isn’t wrong. There is a girl in the front office.  Waiting by the desk, wearing a school uniform he doesn’t recognise from any of the kids he sees in the neighbourhood. Her head buried in her phone, radiating teenage attitude even at this distance.

She looks up when he opens the door, and he sees the flash of uncertainty cross her face before she schools it back into disinterest. But there’s tension there, Dean can feel it. She isn’t here looking for a job, and she isn’t a rich teenager wanting a custom upgrade to the first car their daddy bought them.

Dean doesn’t know what this is, but he’s got a bad feeling. And his bad feelings are usually right.

Krissy barrels straight through the tension, snorting and folding her arms to lean up against the door frame. “You wanted to see the boss. I found him for you.”

“Yeah, thanks Veronica Mars, I’ll put my check in the mail for you.”

Dean reaches out an arm as Krissy bristles and takes a step forward, shaking his head at her. “Krissy, why don’t you go out to lunch? Charge it to petty cash.”

Again, with the staring competition, but this time it’s Krissy who breaks away first. “Sure thing, boss. But if you need anything, I’ll be right next door at Beth’s.”

She leaves, nearly shoulder-checking the teenager on the way out. The girl flips her the bird. He doesn’t know what went down before he arrived in from out the back, but he’ll quiz Krissy later. He’ll probably get an earful off Beth as well, knowing Krissy she’s next door telling on him to the café owner.

The girl leans back against the counter, sizing him up. She doesn’t appear to like what she sees. “You’re Dean Winchester?”

He pastes an easy smile on his face, going for the charm that usually wins over his female customers. “Yeah, apparently. What’s with the attitude, Miley Cyrus?”

“Eat me, Hasselhoff.”

Charm doesn’t work, so he tries a new tactic. “Okay, cool it. Yes, I’m Dean Winchester. I don’t know who you are though, where the attitude is coming from, or what you’re doing in my garage when we’ve got a big old closed sign on the door.”

She dodges the questions. He sees that uncertainty creeping back under the bluff and bluster. “Why are you closed on a random Thursday, if you and the receptionist are here?”

He can play the avoidance game, too. He’s probably been playing it since before she was born, god help him. “Look. You’re clearly here for a reason. Let’s start over. I’m Dean Winchester, and you are…?” He stretches out his hand for her to shake.

After a heartbeat of hesitation, she shakes it. “I’m Claire Braeden-Novak, and I’m 15 years old and an Aquarius.” 

Oh. Maths was never his strong suit, but the numbers fall into place quicker than he’d like them to.

“My mom was Lisa Braeden.”

Oh shit.

“And you’re that asshole Dean Winchester who bailed on his pregnant girlfriend 16 years ago.”

Fuck.

[trashendence]

I shit you not, I think about how Human!Derek was the furthest from the van door at the end of season 4 and still made sure he’d be the one to open it to protect Stiles and Liam (who happened to be a self-repairing werewolf so maybe just Stiles………….) from anything that may have been on the other side - like a fucking berserker that actually killed him dead -, at least once a day.

:) help :)

[holylulusworld]

Longing

Title: Longing

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Fake Dating &  “I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you?”

Written for: @badbitchesbingo​​​​​

Summary: He never was yours in the first place.

Pairing: former Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Jo Harvelle x fem!Reader (implied/fake dating)

Characters: Lisa Braeden, Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, language, longing, sadness, bisexual reader, a kiss or two among girls, Jo being a good friend and more, look Lisa is great too in this story

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​

2021 Bad Bitches Bingo masterlist

Longing. One simple word describes the feeling burning in your chest. 

Once upon a time, it was only you and him. Whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on or a body to use, he found shelter in your world. A world he decided to avoid like a plague for months.

You didn’t have it in you to tell his new girl months ago he promised you the same things he whispers lovingly in her ear now. It pains you to watch them do all the things he denied giving to you.

Not that you ever would be the girl he could bring home. While the girl he has on his arm tonight wears shoes costing more than your car, you struggle to pay for your study and rent at the same time.

“Born with a silver spoon in her mouth,” Lisa mutters, wiping one of the tables. “He’s a fool, Y/N. Everyone believed he would ask you to become his girlfriend one day.”

“I’m not the kind of girl he could bring home, Lis,” you avoid looking at Dean and his new girlfriend. You can’t blame the girl for falling for his charm and his cocky smile. Who could deny him when he looks at you with those emerald eyes, making you weak in the knees?

“You are worth ten Dean Winchesters,” Jo walks over to hand you a drink, smiling shyly at you. “Your shift is over, babe. Don’t do this to yourself. He’s not worth it.”

You give your friends a cracked smile before you walk toward the next empty table to wipe it clean. 

“Y/N, go home and sleep it off. You have an important test in not two days,” Lisa tuts. “You can make it out of this shithole of a bar. We are counting on you.”

“You know, being smart and working hard doesn’t make you worth a Winchester,” the sadness in your eyes forces a tiny sob to leave Jo’s lips. 

“Come here,” she throws herself at you, hugs you tightly, hands lingering a bit too long on the small of your back for a friendly hug. “You will find the best guy one day. I swear, in a few weeks you will not remember Dean Winchester and his new girlfriend.”

“Oh, believe me, I will remember him. His new girl seems to love to post everything they do on social media. For a guy hiding from the press and hating social media, he loves to pose with that girl.”

“Forget that bastard,” Lisa jerks her head toward Sam, Dean’s younger brother. Said guy leans lazily against a wall, eyes searching for his latest adventure. “Why not fucking his brother to get even with Dean?”

“I won’t stoop so low, Lis,” you glance at Sam. It’s not as if he’s not an attractive man or that you do not have a size kink, though. You just don’t want to be another notch in Sam’s belt. It’s worse enough you ended up being the latest conquest of his elder brother. “Sam is nice, but I’m not in the mood for a one-night stand with a guy.”

“How about you ask him to fake it? I bet he’s nice enough to show Dean what he’s missing out,” Jo nods eagerly. “Right, Jo? Fake dating is the new revenge fuck.”

“I will not ask Sam to do so,” you cry. “He’s a Winchester, his brother’s most loyal fan. Sam would never lie to his big brother. Not for me or any other girl. It’s out of the question I will ask a Winchester for shit.”

“He’s looking at you, Y/N,” Lisa whispers while watching Sam size you up. “I bet he wouldn’t mind lying to his big brother or, you could still fuck him.”

“No,” is your final answer. “I’ll call it a night. My shift is over, and I wallowed enough in self-pity for one night. I’ll grab a snack on my way home and forget that I ever dared to dream Dean Winchester would see more in me than a pair of holes he can use.”

“Hey, are you done for tonight?” Sam jogs after you, touching your shoulder gently. “I could drive you home, Y/N.”

“Sam, just leave me alone,” you don’t turn around to face Dean’s baby brother, too fed up after you saw Dean with that girl. “I’m not in the mood to tell you to get lost, okay.”

“I thought, as you and Dean didn’t match—” you twirl around to glare up at Sam.

“You thought what, Samuel? After your big brother decided I’m not good enough to bring me home to your parents you believed you can drag me into your bed or car to get a taste too? What the fuck is wrong with you Winchesters? Is any girl a whore you can use to you?”

“Whoa, I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N. I just,” Sam watches you wipe a few tears off your cheek, sighing deeply. “Dean said you were only friends with benefits. That you called things off.”

“I didn’t do shit, Sam. He—he used me whenever he needed someone to talk, rant, or fuck. I was stupid enough to believe I was more to Dean than a pair of legs ready to spread whenever he wanted a quick fuck. When I told him that I love him, he never even looked at me again.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Now I feel like an idiot,” Sam wants to touch your shoulder to comfort you, but you flinch away. “Sorry. I always had a thing for you and wanted to ask you out. I would never—” Sam swallows thickly when you choke out a sob. “Listen, I’m sorry. This was a stupid idea. Dean, he lied obviously.”

“Well, Dean is the great pretender,” you quip, watching the door of the bar fling open. Dean is stumbling out of the bar, alone. His girl is nowhere to be seen, but you don’t have the time to ask yourself why she’s not with him right now. “He made me believe we are friends, and then he made me believe we could be more than friends.”

“Can I drive you home? No catch promised,” Sam offers but you shake your head. “Y/N, come on. It’s dark and I won’t let you walk home.”

“I got a car, you know. Only as I’m working at a bar to make enough money to pay for my study doesn’t mean I don’t have a car,” you turn back around to walk toward your car. “I suggest you and your brother look for a new bar. I don’t need to see his latest conquests every night. He could’ve at least showed enough compassion to not rub it in my face.”

“New job?” Dean lazily leans against the counter, grinning when you roll your eyes. It’s been four weeks since the unhappy encounter with his brother and you had hoped Dean stays away from the bar you are working at. “Are you a bartender now, sweetheart?”

“Barney called in sick, and I can handle making drinks,” you try to act professionally and ignore the glint in Dean’s eyes and the way he licks his lips. “What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to ask you to not fuck my brother, but you already did so—” you slam your fist onto the counter, cause Dean to flinch at the sudden motion.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I turned Sam down, or did he tell you he scored just like you?” you sneer, shaking your head. “I thought Sam is a better man. I was wrong, again.”

“So, you didn’t fuck?” Dean tries, leaning closer to search your face. “Why did he give me a black eye then? He came home from the bar, punched my face, and called me a coward.”

“I told him the truth, Dean,” you wipe the counter, ignore Dean tries to get your attention. He impatiently taps his fingers onto the counter, calling your name. “Sam didn’t know you dumped me, Winchester. That’s what happened that night.”

“Oh—” brows furrowed Dean watches you walk toward the other end of the bar counter to poor a girl a drink. The girl giggles, eyes glued to Dean’s face. “I see, that’s the reason he punched me. Sammy always had a thing for you.”

“He said the same,” huffing you walk back to place an empty glass in front of Dean. “Name me the drink or leave the bar counter. Only paying guests are allowed to lurk here.”

“Whiskey, neat,” he says, eyes glued to your lips now. “I told you we can’t be a pair that night. Father, he would never let me be with someone like you.”

“Yeah, I got that,” you pour Dean a drink before you turn around to check on the bottles, or at least pretend to do so. “You know, it would’ve been nice to know so months before I fell in love with you. You only told me so when I admitted my feelings, Dean. That wasn’t fair.”

“It was all I had to offer,” twirling back around you shake your head. “It could’ve worked out, without you catching feelings. I’m allowed to have flings and lovers.”

“I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you, Dean? It could’ve worked out if only you weren’t a selfish trust-fund prick using any girl you can find. We were friends before you kissed me. You started all of this, Dean. We should’ve stayed friends and never crossed that line,” you look at Jo walk toward the bar counter.

She heard your conversation and decided it’s time for plan B. Or rather plan Jo. She straightens her back, nods at Dean before she walks straight toward you to cup your face gently.

“Baby, I thought you will come around later,” you are too stunned to react when Jo presses her lips softly to yours. “Damn, I love those lips against mine. Well, not only against my lips.” she giggles, looking at Dean, giving him a wink. “Do you have anything interesting to discuss or can I ask my girlfriend about her latest test.”

“I-it went well,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up. Jo grasps your hand, squeezes it tightly to silently tell you to play along. “Thanks to you and your encouragement, baby girl. Thank you for the great back massage and the orgasms.”

“Anytime, babe,” Jo smirks when Dean’s face falls. “Oh, you don’t look good, Dean. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

“I just need another drink, I guess,” he doesn’t look at you when you peck Jo’s lips, telling her to wait for you in the back. “Or the whole bottle.”

“On its way,” you coo, grasping for the bottle to place it in front of Dean. “Pay now before you can’t walk straight, Winchester. I’m not your friend anymore and won’t take care of you.”

“Not even my friend anymore, huh?!” Dean must watch you follow Jo to the back. He glances at the bottle, shaking his head before he slams money onto the counter to leave the bar. “Fucking great, dad. She just found a new lover…”

“What was that Jo?” your friend giggles, giving you a wink before she bursts into laughter. “I mean, not that I would mind you kissing me but that was—”

“I heard Dean and thought I should jump in and save you. It’s called fake dating, babe,” you nod, glancing at Jo. The quirky blonde stretches her body, and you admire the way her nipples strain against her thin shirt. “I mean, we can always go on a real date. I don’t mind kissing a hot chick.”

“I don’t want to ruin another friendship, Jo,” your friend leans back in her chair to search your face. “Maybe after I licked my wounds and got better I’m ready to go out again. If I’m ready, you are the first person on my bucket list.”

“I’m taking you up on that, babe,” she grasps for your hand to squeeze it gently. “He’s not worth it, Y/N. Always remember, other mothers have hot daughters to hit on.”

“I know,” you close your eyes for a moment. “I wish I could tell my heart to not long for him any longer. I hate this feeling and the longing for someone you can’t have…”

While you wipe your eyes you miss the longing look Jo gives you. You are right, it’s an awful feeling to long for someone you can’t have...

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born in 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and is the bassist and songwriter of Wallows and is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and she helps 5sos write songs for the album Calm and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in the good way) with shipping?

Wallowing

ashton Irwin x wallows!reader / masterlist

warnings; references to sex, swearing, threats

“Come in babe.” You opened the door, inviting your boyfriend Ashton into your flat. He had been having a hard day at the studio, and had asked if it was alright if he came over. Of course it was, but he had got a warning prior to his arrival, that they would not be alone, and that if he wanted to clear his head, it was certainly not the right place.

“Fuck you, you’re supposed to be on my side man!” At the sound of Dylan, yelling at whom you supposed to be Cole, you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as you welcomed your partner into your home sweet home. Out of all days, they had to be playing COD in your apartment today.

“Sorry bout that.” A light grimace filled your face, but instead of giving you criticism, Ashton simply laughed, following you through the apartment, as you tried to slowly pass behind your band mates who were occupying your living room.

“Not so fast young Sixx, get your well endowed ass back here.” A sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at Braeden, pausing your movements as he turned to lean against the back of your couch to peer over at you. “We need to have a conversation little lady.”

Groaning, you threw your head back, smiling a small apology towards Ash. “We were going to go to my room, I’d rather just you guys play my PS4 without needing to interact with me face to face.”

“Would you rather he FaceTime you whilst you’re getting down and dirty, or stand there like a kid’s doll and allow him to pull at your arm?” Dylan mumbled, as you crossed your arms, Ash greeting your band mates as you moved towards the tv, reaching for the side button and turning it off.

“Y/n what the hell?” Cole half screamed, breaking loose as he was close to finally beating Minette and killing his gamer character. His hands flailed as he expected an answer, raising in the air as he held the remote.

“I could ask you the same thing Preston, so what’s the schtick that’s making you keep me here, in my own apartment?” He gulped as you enquired at him, raising your brow, as you leaned back into your partner who stood awkwardly behind you like a supporting shadow.

“Congrats on the album Irwin, it’s great to see our own band member aiding your band. CALM is sick, and she makes me feel the same, just in a different manner.”

“Stop being a salty little bitch would you?” You asked, smacking him on the upside of the back of his head. He rutted his head back, clasping the behind of his scalp with his palm, firmly turning back to cast an icy glare towards you.

This was the normal behaviour around here, you all enjoyed getting under each other’s skin. It was a sign of true friendship, that whilst sometimes still triggering some real annoyance, that made your bond of being band mates that much deeper.

They were doing the same thing to you now, speaking prolifically showering your boyfriend in compliments, to side swab you with cockblockery. In all honesty, whenever Lydia or another girl was on the premises, you returned the favour, though that did not your pulsating frustration decrease at all.

“I’m going to assume there’s a problem here. Are you sure now is a good time for me to be here?” Ash asked reassuringly, his gentle touch applying a loving presence upon your shoulder, making you smile despite the situation that was running through the discourse of your veins

You craved him, to feel his body atop, or under, or however else against your own. It was infuriating to endure how your band mates dragged their greeting to him out, all you wanted was to discard his and your own clothing, leaving it as a jumble of forgotten material on the floor whilst the pair of you were caught up in mess upon the mattress, limbs inclined to coil around each arch, and breaths long overdue and escaping into the air.

“It’s a good time for you overall pal, considering that your sales are sky high, taller than this one that is practically trying to hump your arm. No problems with your presence, except the fact that it’s turning little Brandi’s baby’s hormones into overdrive.” Braeden spoke, earning a guttural growl out from your throat, as your nostrils flared furiously at his words.

If you didn’t get on with it, then the Red Sea of the month would cause a flood that would stain your underwear. You’d have preferred to take action before that happened. “The work isn’t just on my shoulders loser, if you want a worldwide selling album, put in some elbow grease, instead of playing stupid games.”

“I’m good, and by definition that makes you stupid, because they belong to you.” He remarked, Cole chuckling and offering him a high five.

“I could just kick you out.” You promptly supposed, as Dylan messed around with his phone, surrendering to the game, as he ran his hand to define the ruggedness of his silvery blue locks.

“Band rules say no to that.” Braeden stated. “And Ash, feel free to replace this one, we could do a switch. You’re basically ready to move in together, so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere else to have rapid fire nights.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Your boyfriend asked, and you, without any thought or hesitancy, shook your head. He certainly didn’t need to know about that, it was, least to say, a mess.

There would be dares, and drinks, and tattoos put in the most awkward places with that artist set that you kept very far under your bed. It was a shock that Ashton hadn’t seen the word ‘narwhale’ on the heel of your foot, or maybe he did, and decided against saying anything.

“I put up with these idiots.” Dylan sighed, though as you whipped your head around, you saw that he was not speaking directly to any of you, instead, his

“He’s on fucking insta live.” Cole realised, leaving over to get his face in the mirroring of the stream, waving a hand to the fans that spewed hearts onto the corner of the screen.

“Prick.” You called Dylan out, watching as he laughed at your lack of amusement, and poised the self proclaimed camera towards you, also catching the person beside you in the view.

“Calm.” Ashton softly spoke, sending you a small and reassuring smile, which you were defeated to not permit the same in return

“Funny pun Irwin, but shut up.” You laughed, and shook your head, him finally catching onto what he had said.

“Yes that is the incredibly talented 5SOS member Ashton Irwin. I know right, what is he doing with us?” Cole read, watching as Dylan rolled his eyes at his band member’s behaviour, wanting to get his phone back, though his attempts were lacklustre.

“Or more specifically, her?” Braeden asks, walking behind the sofa and grasping him, dragging him closer to where the phone was propped in Cole’s hand, giving the fans a clear image of his face. “Is he joining the band?” He reads from the flood of comments. “I wish, but we don’t draw that much talent.

“Speak for yourself.” You groaned, walking closer, leaning your head over Ash’s hunched shoulder, releasing an awkward smile as he raised it, gently bumping your chin with the slope of his muscle. “Rude.”

“Where are you guys? Well, we’re at y/n’s apartment. She just got back and dragged this old slugger in off the streets. How charitable.” Cole spoke, smiling up at Irwin as he lightly punched his face, already too comfortable with his hovering presence.

“Why is he there? This one makes me laugh, quick shag, ain’t that right buddy?” Braeden thoughtlessly worded, his eyes going wide in an instant as the fans quickly tended to the realisation of what he had meant. “Fuck, oops I guess.”

To say that you were furious was an understatement; you could feel an ache in your hands, wanting to tear the idiot into dismal pieces until there was nothing salvageable left to fix.

“You guess?” Dylan snickers, covering his mouth with his hand whence he saw your murderous expression conquer features. It was vastly more terrifying than any anger you had ever portrayed, and he could feel the couch moving as Braeden turned, and squirmed from the sight.

“Lemasters, imagine your head on a stick. That is going to happen, when I get my hands on you, your gonna turn cold as I strangle the living shit outta-“ Ashton grabbed you, as your arms tried to grasp and throttle your band mate, flopping in the air, intently furious at his revealing slip up.

“I think imma go.” He bolted, and as you struggled out of Ashton’s grip, you ran after him, out your front door and through the modesty of your building.

“She forgot her key.” Ashton noted, coming around and sitting with the remaining pair on the sofa. “How one of you think it’ll take for them to return?”

“As long as it takes for her to kill him.” Dylan grasps his phone back, fluttering his gaze over the comments. “They’re kinda cute together, found my new OTP. Sorry Dylan and Lydia. Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, we gotta take what we get and currently y/n’s not getting any because we have a tendency to cockblock her.”

“It’s our duty as the men of the band.” Cole spoke, a scream reverberating through from the hallway, audible to those online that were watching the two worlds merging.

“I think she got him.” Ash said, smirking lightly, as he heard your voice bellow out in rage against the male. Yep, your band was messy, but his wasn’t much different. He could certainly get used to it.

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 3

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Faking It

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader (eventual)

Other Pairings: Dean x Lisa

Word Count: 5,342 (song lyrics in italics).

Part Summary: Monday morning is off to a bad start as Y/N’s car refuses to start, but she receives some help from Dean. As an IOU when he refuses to let her pay full price for the car service, Y/N invites him dinner. Realizing what it could imply, she backtracks and invites Lisa, too. 

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, Lisa being aloof, social insecurities, alcohol consumption to deal with nerves.

Music: Out on the Tiles by Led Zeppelin (Dean and Y/N car scene), Back in Black by AC/DC (playing in the garage during Dean and Y/N garage scene).

Life’s Lessons Spotify Playlist 

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read so far, it’s been so great to hear your thoughts! Any thoughts, theories and feedback you have is always welcome, so don’t be shy to comment! It’s greatly appreciated! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics! Check her out for all your AU needs!!!

Life’s Lessons Masterlist 

Monday arrived too quickly for Y/N to be happy about it.

She had managed to get some revisions done on her lesson plans, so she was prepared for her classes in terms of content. She just hoped for the strength to deal with the kids this week. She really hoped this week would be better than her first.

She woke up as soon as her alarm went off and started getting ready. After her shower, she dried her hair and got dressed into a purple A-line dress, with a collared neckline. She wore her black, pointed toe shoes, that had a short heel, the most sensible heels for school. After applying a little bit of make-up, she fixed her hair and pinned it into a bun. Seeing that she had some time before she left, she made herself a quick breakfast, of yoghurt and fruit and a piece of toast with peanut butter.

Breakfast was a lot different at the Winchester/Braeden household.

Dean was at the stove, working on scrambling eggs. Ben placed plates on the kitchen counter, the bacon already crispy and done, on the counter already. As Dean turned to put the eggs on the counter, he lifted his arms up, as Lisa ducked underneath to get past him. She took out one ceramic mug and a travel mug, filling them both with coffee.

“I’ve got soccer try-outs after school, so I won’t be done until 5” Ben said, pouring himself some orange juice.

“I’ve got a meeting today and it might run late, so can you get him?” Lisa asked, putting Dean’s travel mug in front of him.

Dean took out some eggs on Ben’s plate. “Yeah, I’ll come get ya.”

“Thanks” she mumbled, fixing her own plate of breakfast.

Dean ignored her lacklustre response, as he practically shovelled food into his mouth. He was going to be late if they didn’t leave now.

“And then drop me off at my science partner’s house. We’re working on a project together” Ben explained.

“Sure” Dean nodded, as he ate.

“They’re going to bring you back home, right?” Lisa asked.

Ben nodded but continued eating.

Dean looked between them, practically inhaling breakfast. “Alright” he mumbled around the last bite of food in his mouth. “You ready?”

“Yeah” Ben replied, gulping his juice down.

Dean put his plate in the sink, followed by Ben’s as he grabbed his coffee. “Bye.” He leaned over and kissed Lisa’s head, a habit that he hadn’t dropped even if it didn’t mean what it used to, before walking to the door.

“Bye mom!” Ben called out.

“Have a great day!” she called back before Dean closed the door.

“Fucking start, you piece of shit!” Y/N yelled, as she turned the key to her car in the ignition. All she got back was a grinding sound, and nothing else. It would stutter and die down but pick up again every time she turned the key.

“Damn it!” she slammed her hands on the wheel as she sat back, shaking her head.

This is what she got for driving all the way to Kansas in this piece of crap car, which might as well have been held together by duct tape and dental floss. She got out of the car with her phone, trying to look up a number for a mechanic.

Dean walked over to the Impala and was about to get in when he heard an awful sound coming from across the street. He looked up to see Y/N’s car still in her driveway, which was the source of the noise. He watched as she got out, a frustrated look on her face.

“Hey” he called out.

Y/N looked up, smiling tentatively. That’s not really the mechanic she wanted. Well she did, but she shouldn’t.

“Get in the car” he said to Ben, as he walked across the street to her.

“That doesn’t sound good” he told her as he reached her.

She shook her head, as she frowned. “Yeah, I’m going to be epically late by the time someone shows up.”

“Okay, there’s no freaking way you’re calling someone else, I’ll give you a ride to school and tow this to the shop later” he explained.

“What?” she asked, shocked that he offered without hesitation. “No, Dean, it’s really okay-”

“No, no, you’re not talking me out of this. I’m taking Ben to school; it just makes sense” he gave her a pointed look, letting her know he wasn’t backing down.

“Dean, I really can’t. With Ben… it’ll be really awkward, I’m his teacher” she protested.

“Look, I’ll drop you guys off around back, no one’s gonna see you. Okay?” he insisted.

She was going to be late if she didn’t take the offer.

“Okay” she sighed, defeated but relieved. “Thanks.”

Dean smirked. “No problem, sweetheart. Come on.”

They walked over to the Impala and Y/N admired it as they got closer. She had obviously seen it a few times from across the street, but she was excited to take a ride in it. She loved the look of classic cars because of her dad, and she felt a heaviness in her heart as she thought about him, so far away back home.

“She’s beautiful” she said, as she ran her hand over the smooth finish. The sleek black shone in the sun, showing her that Dean loved his car immensely.

“Yeah, she is” he agreed, grinning.

Ben smiled at her nervously as she got into the car. Y/N just smiled, feeling slightly awkward that she was in a car with one of her students, and his surrogate dad. She just had to avoid conversation about school and hopefully everything would be okay.

They were on the main road to school pretty quickly, the silence in the car too much for Dean to bear. He leaned forward and switched on the music player, his Zeppelin tape coming to life through the speakers. Y/N smiled and bopped her head along to Out on The Tiles. Dean looked at her from the corner of his eye and smirked at her reaction to his music. Lisa didn’t really like listening to his music.

“I’m gonna go back and get your car later” he said, lowering the music slightly. “I’ll take a look at it.”

“I really can’t thank you enough, Dean” she smiled.

“Hey, it’s my job” he shrugged, as he looked out at the road. “Swing by the shop after work and we can sort everything else out.”

“Sounds good” she nodded.

Another silence fell between them, the music the only thing they heard but the lyrics to the song caused an air of awkwardness to fill the car.

All I need from you is all your love All you got to give to me is all your love All I need from you is all your love All you got to give to me is all your love Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah

“So…” Dean trailed off, trying to find something to say. “You uh… you into Zeppelin?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed. “Grew up on this and pretty much all classic rock, thanks to my dad. I got all his records and his record player when I moved out here. Said he wanted me to take a piece of home with me.”

Dean let out a whistle as he glanced at her. “That’s awesome.”

“Yeah” she sighed, looking out the window. “I started listening to this stuff because of my dad, too” he told her. “Hell, I got a lot from him, the car too.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised. “Your dad gave up a mint condition Impala?”

Dean raised his eyebrows as he looked at her. “You know this is an Impala?”

“Yeah” she shrugged like it was no big deal. “I went to a car show once with dad. I saw one there and knew it was the same once I saw yours.”

Dean, however, thought it was a very big deal. Damn it, just one more thing to like about her he shook his head, getting rid of other things he was thinking of.

“Well… it’s still in the family, so it wasn’t much of a sacrifice” he laughed.

“Still… he must really love you to just give it you” she said, turning to him.

Dean looked at her and saw the small smile on her face. As he thought about it, he knew that she was right. He and his dad had their issues sometimes, but there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for each other. He smiled back at her and then looked at the road. He knew he had to get this conversation back to the safe zone before they arrived at school.

“So, you’re into cars?” he asked, casually.

She laughed, shaking her head. “Only for the look of them. I have no idea about them otherwise.”

Dean shook his head, with a smile on his face. She had a great laugh and he suddenly felt the need to hear it as much as he could.

“Ben’s into cars and this music too. Right, Ben?” he asked the kid sitting in the backseat.

“Yeah” Ben mumbled.

“Lisa not so much though” Dean mentioned, but he realized that he only did that so that it didn’t seem like he had forgotten her about for a second. It scared him how drawn he was to Y/N.

A few moments later, Dean pulled up at the back of the school. They could see the main drop-off area from there, as kids yelled goodbyes to their parents and hurried in.

Dean looked up at the rear-view mirror, seeing Ben gather his things. “See you at 5, kid.”

“Yeah. Bye Dean” he mumbled, as he opened the door and shut it, the hinges squeaking.

Dean watched Ben walk towards the entrance, then turned to Y/N.

“Thanks for the ride, Dean” she said, gathering her bags. She handed her car keys to him, for later.

“No problem” he smirked, as he leaned back, one arm outstretched, his wrist leaning on the steering wheel.

Y/N tried not to sigh noticeably, as she was flustered at the sight of him. Did he know what he was doing to her? He had to know, right?

“I should go” she laughed, trying to hide her nervousness.

“Wait” he said, as he pulled out his phone. “Put your number in and I’ll text you when I’ve picked up your car.”

“Sure” she said, quietly.

She was a little nervous about him having her number. Would Lisa think something of it? It was just two people exchanging numbers, that’s all. Plus, it was about her car anyway. She quickly typed in her digits and name and handed his phone back to him.

Great. I’ll see you later” he smirked, trying not to sound excited at seeing her again.

“Yeah, see you there” she replied, as she quickly got out of the car and walked towards the entrance.

Dean watched Y/N walk away, appreciating the way her hips swayed as she walked. He told himself it was harmless to look. It’s not like he was going to do anything about it. He quickly pulled away from the curb, the engine roaring as he drove to the garage.

Later that day, just after lunch, Dean left the garage with Benny in charge until he got back. He drove back to his street and stopped in front of Y/N’s driveway with the tow truck. He got out of the truck and walked over to her car, popping the hood open. Given the sound he could hear that morning when she attempted to turn the car on, it was clearly the starter and the flywheel that weren’t cooperating with each other. He opened the driver’s side door and put the key in the ignition. When he turned it, he heard the same sound, which confirmed what he thought. The grinding noise also seemed to die down every quickly, which meant the battery was weak, too. Hopefully there was enough in there to get the car into neutral for a tow.

He spent a few minutes trying to get it to start without harming the flywheel, which already looked to have some broken teeth. He got out of the car and walked over to the tow truck, driving it up the driveway. He slid the panels under the back wheels, and then got out to put Y/N’s car in neutral. Once everything was secure, he got into the tow truck and drove back to the garage.

As he drove, his mind wondered to Y/N. The conversation he had with her that morning was so easy, and they had just met last week. It wasn’t that easy with Lisa. Having been with Lisa for 3 years now, shouldn’t they have their easy moments, too? The first year had been great. The second was a little rocky, with its fair share of arguments and apologies. Soon after, as he quickly started to realize the kind of woman Lisa was, he knew the charade was over. She was a great mom to Ben; it was everything else that was a problem. The last year had been filled with distant behavior and more arguing, a lot arguing. To the point of yelling and not being able to hear what the other person wanted. He also doubted whether she told him the truth about something that was bothering him, but he didn’t dwell on that.

If they weren’t fighting, it was mostly quiet as they’d ignore each other or pretend to be the happy couple when people came over. They had tried to fix things, but it had pretty much been useless for about nine months straight now. Maybe things would be different with Y/N…

Dean shook his head. He couldn’t think like that. Just because things were rocky with Lisa didn’t mean he could check out on her and Ben. He still cared about them and didn’t want to do anything to hurt them.

He arrived at the garage and decided to get his mind off things by seeing what to do about the car. Work was always a good distraction from what was going on at home, and it would have to be a distraction from thinking about Y/N.

Y/N sat in the staff room, munching on her salad. It was a slow day, surprisingly, and so she found herself just scrolling through social media and news articles. She was on top of her work for school, so it was nice to take it easy for one lunch. Her phone chimed loudly, showing her she had a message. As she opened it, she smiled down at the screen.

Hey, it’s Dean. Just got back to the garage with your car. Pretty positive I know what’s wrong, but I’ll tell ya when you get here.

She instantly replied back.

Thanks so much for doing this. I really owe you!

His reply came quickly.

You really don’t, sweetheart! That’s what friends do :)

So… we’re friends now? I thought we were just neighbors. She typed back, with a laugh emoji.

You knew I had an Impala. Trust me, we’re friends ;)

She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She bit her lip trying to keep it at bay, but she just couldn’t.

She and Dean were friends now. Maybe that would help in keeping her crush on him from becoming complicated.

“Thanks for doing this” Y/N said, as she sat in the passenger seat of her friend’s car.

Cas smiled, waving her off. “You’re welcome. I should really see the guys anyway. I haven’t in a while now.”

“I didn’t realize you were friends with Dean” she said, trying to act casual. She was dying inside knowing that they were friends. It was like she couldn’t escape him. Not that she wanted to, even if she should.

“Yeah, since high school” he nodded, as he glanced at her. “We drifted a little when I went to college in California and he stayed here, but we reconnected once I got back. I’m friends with most of the guys who work there.”

“That’s great” she said and looked out the window. Hearing how close he was with his people made her miss her people.

“So, how long have you and Meg been together?” she asked, changing the subject from Dean.

Cas smiled as he thought about his girlfriend. “4 years. I never thought she’d go for me, so I know I’m lucky to have her.”

She smiled sadly, longing to have something that would last more than a year and a half.

“I was telling her about you, and she wants to meet you as soon as possible” Cas laughed.

Y/N joined in and nodded. “I do too.”

Cas pulled up to the garage and Y/N could feel her nerves flutter around like butterflies in her stomach, as she stared up at the sign Winchester’s Auto Repair. Dean had that effect on her, and it was scary to think how quickly she had started to like him. The reception area was closed, so they went in through the side door, after Cas shook the front door and found it locked. She walked into the garage, with Cas behind her, instantly hearing buzzing noises in the corners of the garage. She looked around and tried to spot Dean, but was met with a muscular man, short hair and a beard, wearing a white Henley, smiling at her as he walked over.

“You must be Dean’s neighbor” he said, his Southern accent, mostly likely Louisiana, thick and raspy. His blue eyes shined as bright as his smile. “I’m Benny.”

“Y/N” she smiled in return.

“Hey brother” he said to Cas, nodding at his friend with a smile.

He looked at Y/N, the smile never leaving his face. “I’d shake ya hand, but as ya can see” Benny laughed, showing her his greasy hands. “Dean’s just on a call, he’ll be out soon.”

“Okay, great” she said, but just as she did, she saw Dean coming out of the office.

“Hey!” he beamed, as he walked over. “I see you’ve met Benny.” He patted his Cajun friend on the back as he stopped by him.

“Hey man” he said to Cas, as he hugged him. He smiled at Y/N, and she felt as if her heart skipped a beat.

“Your car’s out back. You wanna come with me and we can talk?” he asked her.

“Sure” she replied. She turned to Benny and smiled. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Good to meet ya, cher” he winked at her, causing her face to heat up.

Dean rolled his eyes as he led the way, walking past his friends. “Ignore him” he told Y/N, causing Benny to snicker when Dean was out of ear shot.

Y/N followed behind Dean, as they walked past all the cars inside the shop. They went out to the back, which was a small outdoor workstation, with a few more cars out there. She spotted hers as they walked over.

“Okay, so…” he started as he popped the hood on her car. “The starter wasn’t catching on the flywheel because it had broken teeth, that’s what the grinding noise was. And the noise was sort of dying as well, so the battery’s weak.”

Y/N looked at him blankly, her eyes wide as she tried to understand what he just said. Dean found it extremely cute.

“All I understood was the battery part” she shrugged; her eyebrows furrowed.

He let out a small chuckle. “It’s okay, I forgot that you don’t understand car speak.”

“Guilty” she confessed.

“Don’t worry about it” he reassured her. “Basically, you’re looking at two new parts, which I’m gonna have to put an order in for and uh… it’s gonna cost ya some.”

She sighed heavily, hanging her head. “Great.”

“Hey, it’s all good. I’m gonna do it for half” he told her, with a smile.

Her head snapped up in shock. “No, Dean, I’m not asking you to do that.”

“You don’t have to; I’m doing it anyway. The only thing is, it’s gonna take a week for the parts to get here, so you have to do something about getting places. There’s a good car rental over on-” he explained but she cut him off.

“That I can deal with it, but Dean… I can’t-” she stopped when he gave her a playful glare.

“It’s not up for discussion, Y/N” he stated as closed the hood. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the car. He looked at her and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Damn him and his glorious face for being such a nice guy.

“Dean” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Y/N” he said, smirking.

A silence fell between them as they looked at each other. He wasn’t going to budge on this, so she had to admit defeat.

“Thank you” she said, smiling.

“No problem” he said, still smirking.

Y/N had noticed he said that every time she thanked him so far. It almost like their thing, now. Shit. They had a thing already.

She smiled and leaned into him, wrapping her arms under his as she hugged him. Dean was a little startled but quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He smiled as the smell of her shampoo filled his nose, just as the scent of his deodorant mixed with a hint of motor oil smell filled hers. They both realized that the hug had lasted longer than they expected it to, and quickly pulled away from each other.

“Alright” she moved a few steps away from him, pushing her hair back, awkwardly. “I better head home.”

Dean scratched the back of his head, trying not to think about that hug. “Yeah, I gotta finish up and pick up Ben” he moved off the car and walked her back out. It was quieter in the garage now, and Y/N could hear Back in Black playing from the little speakers in the corners of the garage.

She looked around the room, trying to decide whether she should ask him what she wanted to, before looking back at him.

“Hey, if you’re not doing anything tonight… you want to come over for an early dinner? It’s a school night, I know but I can at least pay you back in food” she asked.

Dean looked at her but didn’t say anything. Y/N realized how that must’ve sounded and immediately back tracked.

“Oh, I mean you and Lisa. Both of you. Not just you, both of you” she rambled.

Dean laughed and patted her arm. “It’s okay, Y/N. Uh, yeah. I mean, I’ll run it by her, but it shouldn’t be a problem. Is that allowed though?”

She knew what he was asking and nodded. “As long as we don’t talk about Ben or any of my other students, it’s fine. I mean, this is a small town. Who else are we supposed to socialize with?”

“Well, he’s going to be over at a friend’s anyway, working on a project. So, coming over to yours will be better than being at home. It uh… gets quiet when he’s not around” he told her, but quickly realized how much he revealed.

Y/N realized what he meant but didn’t say anything. “So, I’ll see you both tonight.”

“Sure thing” he nodded.

Y/N smiled and walked away. Cas insisted on taking her home, but she told him she’d be fine to walk. It wasn’t that far. Dean watched as she said goodbye to both his friends and took her things out of Cas’s car, walking down the road. She had an effect on him, and it was beginning to scare him. He was in a relationship and had made a commitment. He couldn’t just back out because he wasn’t happy. He had to try harder and make more of an effort, and he had tried when they started going through problems, but that hadn’t been enough for Lisa.

Maybe he had to try again.

“I really don’t like this” Lisa lamented, as she fixed her top in front of the mirror.

Dean rolled his eyes, annoyed at her attitude. Ever since he told her that Y/N had invited them for dinner, she had been voicing how unsure she was of going over there.

“Lis, if you’re having a tough time with this then why’d you say yes in the first place?” he asked, as he shrugged on a fresh plaid shirt.

“Because…” she didn’t really have an answer. “I don’t know, I just agreed because she’s new here and she needs people to talk to, clearly.”

“She’s not desperate, Lisa” Dean turned to glare at her. “You’re talking about her like she doesn’t know how to make friends. Plus, she literally just got here.”

“I didn’t mean it like that” she corrected herself.

“Well, that’s sure as hell what it sounded like” he clipped back. “Not everyone has to be out every damn weekend to prove they have a social life.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, frowning.

“Nothing” he mumbled. “Let’s just go.”

Dean turned and walked out of the bedroom, picking up his jacket along the way. He waited for Lisa to pick up her bag, before he walked out of the house, with her locking the door behind them.

Y/N leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in front of her. She never drank on a school night, but she really needed at least a glass before her company for the evening arrived. She was nervous to have Dean and Lisa over to her house, mostly because of Dean. She was really crushing on him and she had to hope that she could stop herself from looking over at him in a way that would make it obvious how she felt. At least with Lisa there she could control herself. Fake it till you make it, Y/N she thought to herself as she took a big gulp of wine.

When she got home, she had made chicken alfredo for dinner, something that she knew how to whip up quickly.

Y/N jumped out of her skin and her thoughts, as the doorbell sounded. She smoothed her hands down her jeans and fixed her plaid shirt as walked to the door, opening it. She smiled as she saw Dean, trying not to linger on him as he smiled back at her.

“Hey guys, come on in” she said as she looked at Lisa.

She stood aside and let them in, closing the door.

“Wow, looks a lot different without all the boxes” Dean joked, as he walked into the living room.

“Wait…” Lisa stopped next to him, a look of confusion on her face. “You’ve been over before?”

Y/N sensed that Dean didn’t tell her about that and stepped in. Dean didn’t need to be interrogated for something small. “Oh, he just helped me on the first day here, with some of the furniture.”

Lisa nodded. Luckily, she let it go, but still walked past Dean with a glare.

“So, can I get you guys anything? I’ve got beer, wine, iced tea…” Y/N listed but Lisa shook her head.

“I’m fine, thanks” she said, simply.

“Dean… beer?” she asked, with a small smile.

“Sure, thanks, Y/N” he replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Well, dinner’s actually ready so we can sit down. I’ll bring your beer over” she said, walking into the kitchen.

Dean and Lisa sat down at the table, next to each other. Y/N took a beer out of the fridge and brought it over to the table, setting it next to Dean’s plate. She sat down across from him and lifted the lid off the dish on the table.

Dean whistled, a dreamy look in his eyes. “That smells amazing, Y/N.”

“Thanks” she laughed. “Let’s hope it tastes good.”

They all served themselves and dug in, and surprisingly, Lisa was the first complement her.

“This is really great, Y/N” she said, after a mouthful.

“Thanks, Lisa” Y/N smiled.

“This is amazing” Dean hummed, around a mouthful. Lisa glared at him, but Y/N found it endearing. He noticed Lisa looking at him and swallowed quickly.

“So…” Y/N started. “Dean told me how you guys met. I think it’s amazing that you reconnected, and now here you are” she smiled, as she looked at Lisa.

Lisa looked at her, her lips pursed as she took in what Y/N just said. “Yeah, it’s pretty great, but um… you know it’s private so…”

Y/N nodded, staring down at her food. “Of course. Sorry.”

“It’s fine” Lisa played it off with a small smile.

As Lisa ate, Dean looked up at Y/N with an apologetic look. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to her and she smiled, shaking her head to tell him it was okay.

“So, Lisa. What do you do?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I’m an accountant” Lisa told her. “Not the most interesting of jobs, but hey, at least the money’s good.” She added in, with a small laugh.

The conversation remained simple and somewhat bleak. Mostly questions about work and brief questions about family, that didn’t require a lot of explanation. It was a civil evening; however, which Y/N was really grateful for. When they were finished, Y/N picked up the dish and started clearing up.

“Hey, Y/N. where’s your bathroom?” Lisa asked, as she got up from the table.

“It’s just down the hall on the left” Y/N instructed.

“Thanks” Lisa muttered as she left the room.

When she was out of ear shot, Dean stood up and helped Y/N clear the plates. “I’m sorry, Y/N. She just-”

“Dean, it’s really okay. Please, don’t apologize” Y/N reassured him as she walked into the kitchen.

She carried the plates over to the sink and didn’t realize that Dean was right behind her, ready to pass the glasses over. She turned around and smacked into his chest. She laughed as he held her steady, joining in.

“Sorry” she continued to laugh.

“It’s okay” he laughed as well, as his hands rubbed along her arms.

Y/N looked up at Dean and realized he was looking at her. Their eyes met; their bodies close to each other. Dean looked down at her lips, beautiful and inviting. She looked up at his, perfect and pouty, begging to be kissed. It would’ve been easy to lean down and press his lips against hers, but they couldn’t. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t. They heard the bathroom door open down the hall and jumped apart. Dean went back to the table and pushed the chairs in, making it look like nothing had just happened.

Lisa walked back into the room, oblivious to what had happened just moments before. She smiled as Dean stood next to her. She put her arm around him and smiled up at him. Y/N looked away, her heart sinking at the scene in front of her.

“Dinner was really amazing, Y/N. Thank you” Lisa told her. “We should really get going, though. I’m sure Ben’s on his way home, too.”

“Of course,” Y/N walked over to them. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for having us” Dean said, trying not to look directly at her.

Y/N walked them over to the door. “Goodnight.”

They both called out ‘goodnight’ as they walked down the steps of the porch. Dean knew he couldn’t look back at Y/N, so he kept walking, resisting the urge to turn around.

Y/N shut the door and leaned her forehead against the wood.

“Fuck” she whispered, as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

That was too close. She can’t believe she almost did that with Dean. That couldn’t happen again.

She began to realize that maybe her little crush on him was developing, and that was a scary thought that she didn’t want to entertain. She couldn’t.

So, she wouldn’t. It would be easy enough. She just had to avoid him.

That was easier said than done.

-x-

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[lost-in-the-80s]

I’ve Never Seen You Here

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Words: 2,889k

Summary: It's no secret that you and Axl desire each other, but what would happen if you met at a club? (smut)

A/N: This is my first smut, so sorry if it's shitty. 

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, and unprotected sex. (Use a condom, guys!) 

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car​ @ladieswttda​ add yourself to my tag list

It was a little past four on a Tuesday afternoon, you were behind the counter, with your back against it, fanning yourself with one of the menus, trying to get some relief from the hot summer weather in Los Angeles.

Your friend, Braeden stood in front of you, drying some glasses that had just been washed by you. 

The bell on the entry door ranged, announcing new customers at the cafe. 

You didn't mind looking who it was, you weren't really in the mood to deal with people now. You were just about to ask Braeden to take their orders when she spoke up.

"Your ginger is here" a smirk appearing on her lips. 

You turned around just in time to see him passing through the door. He nodded in your direction in a greeting way. It was your turn to smirk.

Forgetting completely about your previous annoyance, you stretched your pink 60s inspired dress and picked your small notepad, walking towards his table. 

He was there with his friends, all of them talking loudly about something that had happened on their way to the cafe. 

He looked so cool with his leather jacket and bandana. Smoking hot, you would dare to say. 

"Welcome to Flar's Cafe, what can I get you?" 

You started writing down their orders as the skinny brunette started telling you, but you couldn't not see the way the ginger looked you up and down. 

"Alright, I'll be right back."

Turning around, you walked back to the counter, feeling his gaze burn your back. 

Once you got their food you went back to the table, placing everything on it. 

"Anything else you might want?" You asked with a smile.

"That's all for today, sweetheart." The ginger answered with a grin. 

It was always like this. They started coming to the cafe a few months ago, every time the ginger would call you a nickname or smirk at you. You would smirk back, or ask what they wanted, looking right into his eyes, just for the pleasure to see the lust that spackled on them. 

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. 

Sometimes you wanted to bluntly ask for his number, or write yours and hand it to him, but you never got the guts, since all his friends were around. 

You moved back to work, attending other tables, making coffee, cleaning the counter, but at every chance you got, you would look in his direction and sure enough, he would be looking at you. 

"You're gonna keep this mouse and cat game 'till when?" Braeden spoke up, making you jump startled. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Why don't you just ask him for his number?" 

"Because first: I'm working, that's not professional at all. Second: his friends are there, what if he says no and all of them start laughing at me?" 

"You're just overthinking it!" She said rolling her eyes. "If work is the problem, why don't you meet him somewhere else?" 

"As if it was easy to find him in the middle of L.A."

"I actually might know where he's gonna be on Friday…." She said with a smirk, leaning against the counter and raising her brows.

"Where!!??" You almost yelled with excitement, making some customers look in your direction. "Where?" You repeated in a much lower tone now.

"I-"

Before she could tell you, his friend with black fuzzy hair appeared behind the counter and interrupted her.

"25, right?" He asked, handing you their order form. 

You got the paper from between his fingers and looked at the numbers fastly, making the count. 

"Yes, 25." You said, putting the order form on the pile of the finished orders.

He handed you 30 bucks, telling you to keep the change. 

You thanked him and watched as they walked away.

"Where, Braeden?"

She laughed a little. "When I passed near their table before, they were talking about going to this club on Friday." 

"A club." You said thinking. "Do you think I should go?"

"Of course!" 

"Come with me!" 

"Hm, I don't know. I had plans for Friday." She looked at her nails.

You knew she was just waiting for you to beg her, she had nothing to do on Friday.

"Pleasee!! I'll let you choose my outfit!" You said hugging her from the side and making puppy eyes.

"Ok then." She said with a proud smile.

----

The week passed by quickly, it was Friday now, you were at Braeden's place getting ready for the club. 

She convinced you to curl your hair while she teased hers. You applied some natural makeup, while Braeden chose a red lipstick with a sparkling eyeshadow.  It wasn't a surprise though, Braeden has always been the "Go big or go home" type of girl. 

You two sang some Aerosmith song that played in the background, while you put on the final touches on your makeup. 

"Hold on, I'm gonna get the dresses." She said before running to her bedroom. 

She reappeared a few seconds later, holding a tight lime green dress and a tight black dress with some tule details. 

"This one is yours!" She said, handing you the black one. 

You matched your dress with some black high heels you had brought and she matched hers with a nude pair.

You two took a second to look at each other through the mirror. "We look fucking hot!" You said grinning.

"Hell yeah!" She said, high fiving you.

You two exited the apartment and walked for a good 15 minutes before you could hear the blasting music coming from the club, a huge line of people in front of it.

"Shit! Look at that line!" Braeden said, pointing with exasperation.

"Calm down, I'm gonna put us in."

Walking on the sidewalk, you stopped in front of a bald man at the door, with a clipboard in hands.

"Hi! Y/N Y/L/N" You said with a smile, trying to make your voice come out as smoothly as possible. 

He looked at the papers and then looked back "Sorry, not on the list." 

"What do you mean not on the list?" You said raising your voice. "I can't believe Matt forgot to put me on the list!" 

You looked back at Braeden "Do you believe it? Two years together and he fucking forgets to put me on the list!"

You moved on, complaining about how Matt had forgotten to put you on the list, even though there was no Matt at all.

The man at the door started to look worried about the attention you were calling. He got the clipboard fastly and then looked up. "Matthew Anderson, right?  I found him, you can come in!" He said, relief filling his voice. 

"Yeah! That's him! Thank you, dude!" You said touching slightly his shoulder, in a way to thank him, before walking inside the club.

Red neon lights filled the room, and a Motlëy Crüe song got to your ears. 

"Remind me to never go to a club without you." Braeden said laughing a little about your scene.

You laughed along and pointed to the bar. "Let's get something to drink." You shouted so that she could hear.

You both squeezed yourselves among the people dancing until you got to the bar, asking for two tequila shots. 

The barman put the drinks on the counter and you drank before putting the glasses down with a loud sound.

"Woah! I know you two!" You heard a man saying from beside Braeden. It was the tall blonde, one of the ginger's friends.

"Hi!" Braeden said smiling. 

"Are you girls having fun?" He asked with enthusiasm. 

"We just got here!" She shouted. 

"Wanna sit with us? We got a table." He shouted back. 

You two exchanged looks before nodding in his direction. 

He got five beers from the counter before telling you to follow him.

"Look who I found at the bar!" He said, catching the attention from the other men,  putting the beers on the table. "Girls, I'm Duff, these are Axl, Steven, Izzy and Slash." He said pointing to each one of them. 

So his name is Axl huh? You thought to yourself. 

Axl and Slash sat at the edges of the booth, while the other two took the back part. 

"I'm Braeden and this is Y/N!"

They greeted you two loudly and then asked you girls to take a seat. Watching as Axl and Slash opened up some space for you to sit. You sat beside Axl while Braeden and Duff sat beside Slash. 

Duff started some conversation with Braeden, which she gladly got involved with. You were paying attention to them when you heard someone whispering in your ear.

"I've never seen you here." It was Axl.

"It's my first time here, to be honest." 

He nodded. "It's nice seeing you without that pink dress." He said looking you up and down. 

You smirked in his direction, taking his beer bottle for a sip when he offered you. 

After a good 20 minutes, Duff came back with vodka shots, which made you all engage in conversation easier, talking about music and other stuff. 

After a while, Axl put his arm around your shoulder, looking at you, to see if you would ask him not to do it. But after seeing your smile, he knew it was okay. 

Another 30 minutes passed by, and another three shots of vodka with it. Def Leppard started playing and you and Braeden decided to go dance. 

You moved your body with the beat, swaying your hips and singing out loud. Your body started to get hot, and you looked at the table seeing Axl's predator gaze in your direction, making your core start heating too. 

Another song started playing, and that's when you saw the guys approaching you. You all started dancing together as good friends, but after a few minutes, you found yourself dancing suggestively around Axl, loving the way his eyes watched your hips. 

You decided to make a move and turned around, pressing yourself on him while still dancing, rubbing yourself against his body. His hands found your hips as you two swayed to the song together. 

After some minutes you started to feel a bulge forming in his pants, making a smirk crept your lips. That's when his hands moved to your waist and he turned you around, making you face him.

Your hands found the back of his neck and his hands went down to grab your butt. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, making you moan slightly during the kiss. 

When you parted ways to catch your breath, you bit his bottom lip, seeing his eyes get dark with desire. 

He leaned down, near your ear and whispered. "You better stop doing this, doll, or you're gonna end up taking it to a new level." 

His voice was husky with desire, making you even wetter. 

"What if I want to take it to the new level?" You raised one of your brows. 

He smirked at you, kissing you again. 

"Bathroom?" He asked, still smirking. 

"Bathroom!" You confirmed. 

He grabbed your hand and started to lead you towards the bathroom, opening the door for you to enter first, before attacking your lips again. 

You two moved towards one of the bathroom booths while still kissing, closing the door and looking for the lock on it, in between hair tugs and muffled moans. 

Once the door was locked he pushed you against it, allowing you a few seconds of breath before his lips found yours again. 

His hands went to the back part of your thighs, telling you to jump, which you gladly did, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands found your butt again, this time to support you. 

His mouth traveled from your lips to your jaw, before finally stopping at your neck. He started giving you sloppy kisses there, while he played with one of your boobs through your dress fabric. 

His fingers found your nipple, squeezing it slightly, making a quiet moan escape your lips. 

The sound made his member pulse inside his pants, making him bite your neck with voracity. You were sure there would be a mark there tomorrow. 

You moved one of your hands to his bulge, palming him through his pants, making a muffled moan escape his lips. 

You saw that as an incentive to slide your hand inside his leather pants. You palmed him gently, moving your hand up and down his length slowly. 

He groaned before kissing your lips again. One of his hands finding your waist and tugging at it with force.

You pulled apart to breathe and his hand found your core, his fingers touched you through your panties and he smirked, feeling your wetness.

He put your panties to the side, and his index finger traveled between your folds, getting wet with your liquids before entering you slowly. 

You moaned again, giving him the approval he needed to slide another finger inside of you. 

"So wet already, baby." The nickname made you moan one more time, as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

You got so caught in the moment, that you had to take your hand out of his pants to put it on his shoulder for support, not sure if you could trust your legs anymore. 

He removed his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of sensation. His fingers traveled up to his lips, where he sucked them looking at your eyes. 

His green eyes were almost brown now, and his pupils were dilated with lust. He kissed you one more time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pushed your dress up to your waist and unbolted his pants, moving his hands up and down his length a few times.

"Are you sure?" He asked, gaze burning your eyes.

"Yes!" You said kissing him again.

That's when you felt his member collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making you moan slightly. 

He waited for a while, for you to get adjusted, before he started to thrust at a slow pace in and out of you. 

You both moaned and your hands found his hair, pulling it. He used one of his hands to support you and the other he put on the door behind you, to help him get some stability to thrust harder inside of you.

And that's exactly what he did, his once calm thrusts became fast and hard and you were sure anyone in the bathroom would be able to hear your bodies colliding against each other.

He straightened up a little, which gave him a whole new angle that hit your sweet spot instantly, making you let go of a loud moan. 

"Yes! Right there" you said between moans, as he promptly obeyed. Hitting your core ever harder. 

After a few minutes you both were moaning loud enough to fill the whole bathroom, your bodies were sweating and his thrusts were becoming sloppier.

The constant hit against your sweet spot made your walls start to clench around him, making him groan huskily. 

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" You announced, feeling the pleasure take control of your body. Your eyes closed and your head fell back, hitting the door, while a series of moans and incoherent words left your mouth. 

"Yes, baby, cum for me!" Axl said, using his thumb to circle your clit, making you moan even louder. "Come on, doll, cum for me!"

His thrusts became faster and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax, moaning his name. 

He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too, biting on your shoulder to muffle his loud groan. Shots of his cum filling you, while you moaned with the sensibility of your core after your orgasm. 

He held you for a few more seconds before he placed you gently on the floor, your hands still on his shoulders, to make sure you weren't gonna fall. 

"Fuck" you said, adjusting your hair. 

"Yeah, fuck!" He said, laughing a little, while he adjusted his pants again. 

You two opened the door, glad to see that there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom. 

You moved towards the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your makeup all smudged, your neck full of red marks that you were sure would become bruises soon. You quickly fixed your dress and your hair, trying to fix your makeup in the best way you could, while he fixed his hair too. 

"So…" He cleared his throat. "Will I see you again?... Out of the cafe, I mean." 

You smiled at him a little, before looking for a pen in your purse. "Maybe…" you smiled suggestively now. "Why don't you call me someday and we find out?" 

You grabbed his hand, writing down your number on it. 

"You can be sure I'll call you, princess." He said, smirking.

"Are you ready?" 

You nodded and so the two of you left the bathroom and went back to your previous table, laughing at the shouts and whistling coming from your friends. 

[locitarose]

So, the FBI is like “Oh we have this feral unsub running through the woods in North Carolina” and then proceeds to show footage from six years ago of Derek running away from Kate “I should do the world a favor and stay dead” Argent in Beacon Hills, California.

This is A.) the laziest thing I’ve seen in a good long while or B.) going to be an important plot point later in the season.

My money’s on option A, honestly.

[camillahectt]

okay i just want to take a moment to appreciate how fucking insane lisa braeden is. like i didn’t appreciate it when i was younger but holy shit this guy she had a weekend fling with almost a decade ago shows up and then she finds out monsters exist when one almost kills her son and this dude hunts them?!? and the dude just fucks off again only to show up on her doorstep again a couple years later like “hey the apocalypse is happening, see ya.” and then he shows up A THIRD TIME a few weeks later and has extra man pain baggage from his brother dying to avert the apocalypse and she’s just like “yeah sure you can live here now. i guess this makes us a couple.”

like WHERE ARE HER FRIENDS??? i swear if one of my friends was like “yeah this guy i slept with ten years ago just showed up at my house and now we’re dating and he lives with me and my son.” I would be like “is he holding you hostage??? are you okay??? what the fuck, lisa???” like she may be pretending to be a normal suburban mom now but clearly she never got over her taste for danger phase

[angelkurenai]

Not in the plans - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Not in the plans

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden

Word count: 4,181

Warnings: Implied/Future Cheating

Summary: Imagine Dean being engaged to Lisa and agreeing to visit a wedding planner to help them plan their wedding, you. What he didn’t plan was that he would find true love in a woman who’s not the one he’s about to marry but rather the planner. Who knew love at first sight could hurt so much after all.

“I still find this pretentious.” Dean muttered with a sigh, or more like grumbled, slamming the door of his shut as he looked up at the tall building.

“You haven't had your morning coffee, Dean. You will find everything pretentious.” the familiar female voice snapped him out of his thoughts, making him blink and come back to the bitter reality. Not that bitter with such a beautiful woman by his side, sure, but still very bitter and harsh when he had to get up at eight in the morning, not eaten anything and now standing in the cold in front of a building he'd never seen in his life before – albeit an architectural beauty – for a reason his sleepy brain refused to dig up.

“And whose fault exactly is that?” he narrowed his eyes, turning his head to look at the far-too-cheerful brunette who linked arms with his.

“Yours, clearly.” Lisa said with a smirk, nearly dragging him away from his car to the entrance “If you had not gone out for drinks and then came back late you wouldn't be sporting a hangover right now, albeit light, and, even more importantly, you would have had all the time to drink your coffee.”

“You all but dragged me out of bed!” he nearly exclaimed but taking a look around the fancy place, reminded himself to actually keep it low and not catch anybody's attention because of it. Only because he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from Lisa. “I didn't even get five minutes to look presentable.”

“Oh so then you suggest we'd call and ask if they could so kindly put off our appointment because my lovely fiancewanted five more minutes of sleep? Or maybe say because you didn't have time for coffee?” she said full of sarcasm but Dean rolled his eyes.

Ah there it was, however, finally the reason his brain couldn't dig up. An appointment. An appointment to meet their possible wedding planner. Well, definite wedding planner seeing how highly Lisa was always talking about the woman. Praising her and gushing over all the wonderful weddings she had arranged in her entire career. She even was speaking non-stop about managing to get an appointment with the most sought-after wedding planner of NYC. There was no way they were not going to be working with her, he was already certain of it.

Of course she wasn't done yet “Oh wait, I almost forgot, she's the most busy wedding-planner in the entire city. I think in two years from now she might have time for us again. Will you be awake by then or need another coffee?”

“Alright. Alright, point taken.” he cleared his throat “But just so you know, there's no hangover because I only had a beer. It's the fact that you insisted on being one hour early to the appointment, which I still don't get why.”

His fiance this time gave her head a small shake but when she parted her lips it wasn't to speak to him but rather the young lady at the front reception that he only now seemed to notice. “Hello, we are here for an appointment with Miss (Y/l/n). Uhm Mr. Winchester and Miss Braeden? In case you need the names.”

“Of course. It's on the sixth floor. Her assistant should be there to greet you first.”

With a polite smile and nod both Dean and Lisa were off to the elevator and as told, the first thing that greeted them was indeed an assistant whose desk was only a couple feet away from the door through which they entered the room.

“You're a little bit early, I must inform you.” she said, smile ever present on her lips, and Dean didn't miss the opportunity to give his fiance a look that she could have kicked him for if the situation was different.

“Oh we're sorry if that's and inconv-”

“No, no by all means. I'm sure Miss (Y/l/n) will actually appreciate it. She will be here any minute now and she can see you earlier than scheduled, she has no other appointment before yours. You can actually wait for her in her office.” she showed them inside her office “Would you like something to drink while you wait?” she asked as the both of them took a seat in front of her desk.

“No thank you, we're both fine.” Lisa said and Dean shook his head only a couple seconds after. Truth was he would have very much liked a coffee if he was to listen at least to half the things they would discuss but Lisa left no room for that.

Instead he chose to take a look around at (Y/l/n)'s office. It was characterised by mostly pastel colors and beautiful pieces of art along with flowers on most corners and parts of the room. It was exactly how he imagined a wedding-planner'splace to be like, with what knowledge he had on the field.

“As you wish.” she nodded her head and exited the room, closing the door but not completely. Leaving it slightly ajar just in case.

It wasn't long before they heard another new voice that they both realized the waiting wasn't going to be as long as they thought.

“Lilies? Who said anything about lilies? We want pink roses! Even though we confirmed five times that we want lilies! Go ahead and find pink roses. More than 500 of them just two days before the wedding, you can find them!” all the words were laced with sarcasm, sounding like the woman was mocking someone, obviously incredibly agitated by them “Do they think I'm a freaking magician and not a wedding planner or what? Maybe a magician would do, pull some flowers out of thin air, that's what I was going to say. But I swear I barely held back because if I did oh I was so going to add “Or out of your asses, bitches. Now kiss mine and watch me go!” and then be done. Done!”

The words were very much audible from the other side of the door, despite the large space that was the waiting room. They were a bit muffled, of course, and the woman wasn't exactly yelling them. She was mostly whisper-hissing the words, but whatever the case both Lisa and Dean heard and their reactions couldn't have been any more different and similar at the same time. Their eyes widened, but while Lisa clasped a hand over her mouth in shock, Dean clasped one over his to keep himself from bursting into laughter.

That did earn a kick on the leg from his fiance.

“Oh my Gosh, (Y/n)!” the assistant almost sounded like she was chastising her, making them wonder as to how close they were “They're clients, you can't talk like that!”

“They're also my aunt and cousin who have made it their personal goal to ruin my life ever since I was 14. So I'm pretty sure I'm very much entitled to.” well that was a relief at least.

“The wedding's fast approaching, just show some sympathy, they want it to be perfect! Wouldn't you?”

“It is going to be perfect and I know it. They're doing all of this just to piss me off which I'll admit is working. Never, never again am I going to work with a relative. Angelina freaking Jolie was nicer than them! And as for the second-” they kept hearing pacing all around the room, maybe some typing and papers moving around “You know that's never going to happen. My wedding's going to be the easiest to organize and there will never be problems with the flowers o-or the cake because- Who the fuck said weddings need a cake? A wedding pie is what they need! Layers and layers of different flavors of pie and on top? Apple cinnamon, my favorite! That's what my “cake” is going to be. And as for the main course? Easy peasy! Burgers with extra fries because whoever doesn't like fries and burgers is an enemy of mine. And no greens, I swear to you, if I have to even face another salad – let alone for my own wedding – I'm gonna kill whoever invented it... even if they're probably already dead. I'll just... go ahead make a deal with a demon to bring them back and then kill them again. And don't you dare get me started on the music! If Led Zeppelin is not playing when I'm walking down the aisle then forget it, I'm not getting married at all. Can't people be more original? If I hear another couple say they want “Strangers in the night” as their first song, I'll-”

“Ok!” the assistant said a bit more urgently than before the woman could add more to her opinion although Dean would very much like to “Let me stop you right there because you clearly haven't had a coffee right now.”

“Nope. Plus, I forgot my car keys at home, got a cab who was insanely late, got stuck in traffic and on top of it I had to talk with ten different people. I'm telling you, I'm this close to stealing a car- preferably that gorgeous Chevy Impala that's parked outside and drive off into the middle of nowhere until my cousin's wedding is done and over with.” a long heavy sigh followed “Yes, I definitely need a coffee now otherwise I'm going to kill someone.”

“I'm guessing that would be your aunt but for now, there is coffee already waiting for you. Just as well two new clients in your office.”

“Seriously? And you let me talk like a madwoman here? Oh dear, help me.”

Dean could picture the assistant shrugging “They have an appointment for later but came early so I suggested you see them now.”

“At this bloody hour?” that was most whispered but Dean was the one who caught sound of it “Who wakes up so early because they want to?!” that one made Dean nod his head in full understanding “Give me a minute to become human again.”

They heard a door open and close shortly after those words, leaving them in absolute silence this time. Not that there was any silence in their minds anyway. Lisa was gaping, her eyes wide as she kept opening and closing her mouth again and again. Dean on the other was trying his damn hardest not to burst into laughter that, he was sure, would be heard crystal clear. It came as the most unexpected yet peasant surprise of the day, if not his entire week, to find his chest feeling so light. To feel his entire body relax and, if by some miracle, his need for coffee - to be able to talk about any topic - vanish into thin air. To feel a kind of urge to laugh loudly and wholeheartedly the way he had done only handful of times in his entire life. To feel all the tension evaporate, in a way he barely got to feel even when asleep. But even more to feel so comfortable that an easy smile rested on his lips

“I mean-” he coughed a bit when he realized a laugh slipped his lips and it wasn't really the right time to laugh when his fiance was in a state of... shock to say the least. He couldn't blame her. When hearing “The most sought after wedding planner.” and “The one behind Angelina Jolie's wedding, and so many more.” you expected something... different. More professional perhaps? Well, they were all humans, Dean would give her the benefit of the doubt. Everyone said she was the best – according to Lisa at least – it shouldn't matter how she was outside job, right?

“I liker her!” a chuckle he couldn't stop “If you ask me, she certainly sounds real cool, and to be honest-- She's definitely the one!”

He would have added “As far as wedding planners are concerned.” but he didn't. It was obvious to him and it was obvious to Lisa, but the moment the door flew open anything that was too obvious or taken for granted was nothing but a mere lie. Take for example the need to breathe. Dean didn't need it apparently because his breath hitched in his throat and it refused to leave for a good few seconds... seconds that he could swear felt like hours. Another example? What he had just said, about her being the one was so very true but not considering the wedding planning. It was the most bitter realization that could make any of the lightness in his chest fade away. Instead his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach in a kind of way he had not felt before. It wasn't heavy, it was mostly... full? Swelling? Funny? Well, his stomach was certainly the last. Filled with butterflies, tied in knots, whatever kind of expression people used nowadays to describe how it was to fall in lo-

Dean's throat tightened and he stopped himself before he could even dare think of it. He was never one to believe in love at first sight, despite how much his mother would talk about it and insist on it being real – the proof she used being her and his father. And yet, as he tried to convince himself it wasn't true, here he was, experiencing everything she had described to him years ago. All he could think about was storming out of the room, desperate to get some air in his lungs without feeling your perfume envelop him and make him even more yours then he already was- Wait, what? Either way, it was impossible. Because all he could do was stare at you, take everything in like thirsty man in the desert.

It was only when those sparkling eyes of yours turned to focus on him and your lips formed his name, pulling then into an even bigger smile than before, which he'd admit made him feel giddy to see more of and also proud to earn one, before he finally realized you were extending your hand to shake.

“So you must be Mr Winchester?” he took hold of your hand to shake it, giving a nod “Pleasure to meet you!”

“Likewise.” he was thankful for how much more confident he sounded.

You held his hand just for another second that mattered a lot more to him than he wanted to admit, before letting go and speaking “Please take a seat.” they did and you sat on yours “First of all let me tell you a great congratulations on your engagement and hope your wedding is everything you ever dreamed of! I wanted to say this because I mean it, even if I may not get to see you again or be the one to organize it.”

“Why wouldn't you?” Dean said with a frown deeper than expected and before he could even comprehend it.

Your eyes immediately jumped to meet his and you offered him a small smile, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your desk “There is no need for... formalities, for lack of better words, Mr Winchester. I can understand that my age seems as a bit of a obstacle if not a big problem. Most people that come to my office, seeking for my assistance, instantly hesitate because of the fact that I am a bit too young and I wouldn't expect you to be exception. However, I can assure you that even at 26 I have organized more weddings in the past seven years than most wedding planners have been able to organize in 20 years. And do not let that scare you, because time is never a problem for me. I can have everything perfectly planned within a month if you ask me to.”

“We have heard so. In fact we have heard only the best about your work, and we can't lie about that. We-” Lisas laughed a bit nervously, glancing at Dean who had not been able to take his eyes off you; too fascinated by the confident yet very soft smile on your lips as you casually leaned back in your seat “We are however a bit surprised by your young age, yes.”

“And as I said, Miss Braeden, that is very much expected and reasonable. I won't try to change your opinion by talking about what I could possibly do or how easily I can already tell what the ideal wedding looks like for you and your fiance. I will let my work speak for itself. There are countless albums with photos of all the weddings I have organised. You are free to take a look if you'd want to?”

“Not that I don't trust you but that would be actually lovely.” she nodded her head.

“Of course. Alex would you please show Miss Braeden and Mr. Winchester to the-”

“No” he said a little fast, making your eyebrows raise a bit. It was too early for him to leave the room yet, he hadn't had enough not enough of you yet, not that he could ever get enough he was sure “Uh no, there is no need to for me. Lisa can take a look herself, I would like to talk to you... a-about the wedding. Talk a bit more about the wedding. See your whole view on the issue a-and what would likely be the best for us. If... it is fine with you?”

“Absolutely.” the way it left your lips in such a soft whisper he felt his heart swell for the second time that day. And when that smile came, well, he could have never been more thankful for the fact that he was sitting otherwise his knees would have given away. It almost made him feel giddy and impatient, especially as you held his gaze for a couple more seconds.

“Alex-” you turned to your assistant “Miss Braden would like to see the albums, would you mind showing her?”

“Of course. Miss, if you could follow me please?” she said ever so politely and Lisa did follow her with much excitement. As soon as the door closed behind them to leave Dean alone with the wedding planner, he felt like it was getting harder to breathe all of a sudden.

“She's a bit skeptical, I'm sorry about that.” he found himself apologizing, almost shying away when you didn't hesitate to meet his eyes “She just-” he cleared his throat “She wants it to be perfect.”

“And I don't blame her for that. It's the happiest day of both your lives, it should be perfect.” you shrugged softly and he only hummed.

“Yeah, I guess.” he shrugged “I mean, it's definitely the most important one of hers, it should be great.”

“Cold feet already, Mr Winchester?” you narrowed your eyes at him, smirking in a teasing way and boy how he'd love to get used to this “Isn't it a bit too early?”

He found himself chuckling instantly “It's always too early when you haven't had a coffee. Too early to even breathe, let alone be human or a fiance.”

He had never felt more proud with something he said, or more happy, when he heard that beautiful sound of your laughter fill the room “You tell me!” the sparkle in your eyes made him feel like a teenager all over again “I swear, every time someone wakes me up too early or I have to leave without a coffee, I am this close to murdering everyone I come across!”

“How about you try being woken up before the freakin' dawn, literally dragged out of bed by your fiance, without time for coffee or breakfast?” he said and watched you wince in sympathy.

“Ouch that's brutal!” you shook your head “Here, allow me-” you added, getting up from your chair and going through another door that was part of the room, only to emerge seconds later with a cup in your hand “It's black, figured you look like the kind of person to like it that way. But if you'd like sugar o-or milk then-”

“No” he shook his head “No, it's perfect. Really. You didn't have to though. I mean, if Lisa finds out about this-”

“Oh please, just allow me to temp you to coffee at least.” oh if only you knew the kind of temptation you really were to him “From one addict to another. Come on, if she doesn't notice when she comes in then you don't have to worry. It's gonna be our secret.”

“I'm gonna have to take your word on that. I hope you know how to keep a secret.” he said back with a smirk of his own that was a bit too flirty.

“We'll have to wait and see then, won't we?” you teased again.

And when you winked at him, your words holding so much more meaning behind them - that either you didn't realize or didn't want to realize the kind of effect they had on him and he was more than thankful for it - he could swear he felt his breath get stuck in his throat once more. He was both excited, as in couldn't control his eagerness to figure out if the words had more meaning, and terrified because... here he was, flirting like he had no single care in the world with a woman nearly 14 years younger than him and whom, above all, was his wedding planner. Or would be. Didn't matter. He understood it. It was fear. Fear because the realization set down harder than ever before, colder and more shocking than a bucket of ice cold water that you were indeed planning their wedding. His and Lisa's wedding. He was meant to discuss his upcoming wedding with another woman with you and flirting or being unable to think of you in any other way but... his long lost other half.

And there were no other words to describe it, despite how much it hurt or made him feel sick. You clicked. You clicked in a way he never had been able to click with another woman, not even Lisa. He felt at ease with you, a mutualunderstanding, a feeling of happiness and peace there and even more an undeniable sort of attraction. Both towards your character and also looks, because he would be damned if he denied you being the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

“We will. Unless-” he couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back “This is a way of you to blackmail me into finally getting my car?” he teased an you frowned for a moment, tilting your head. Too adorable for him to take. “Heard... you said something about stealing the black Impala or something?”

“No way!” your eyes widened and you clasped a hand over your mouth in shock before you inevitably laughed “That car is yours?!” the pure excitement and admiration on your face made him feel even more proud himself “You've gotta be kidding me. That car right there is sex on wheels! You should consider yourself a very lucky man!”

He laughed “You could tell that to my brother. After all these years and he still doesn't get why I love it so much. Yeah I know!” he nodded his head when he saw the look of disbelief on your face “I know. Can't understand how we're related.”

“Impossible. Can't relate.” you shook your head “But now that I know this interesting piece of information I might have to rethink the form of payment I'll take in case I end up working for you.” you said with a sly smirk, leaning back in your seat and sipping your coffee.

“Anything you want.” he shrugged, doing the same “And if you have the time, my car and I are always available for a long ride if you want to. Maybe some burgers and pie could make the deal sweeter?”

“Sweeter? Oh you have no idea!” you breathed out, shaking your head a bit in disbelief before your voice took on a softer tone, almost like speaking a secret “Careful, I might actually not be able to resist.”

“I was hoping you wouldn't.” he dared admit in an equally low voice, eyes not leaving yours.

“Then I'm actually going to hold you onto your promise.”

He should hate himself for all of this and he actually did. But he didn't hate himself more than he hated the universe or whoever was out there that decided that this should be how he was meant to meet you. Was he meant to suffer his entire life? Could he not once get a break? Planning his wedding with Lisa would have been his break, would have been his time to rest after all the pain, and yet he had not felt his chest ache more than when he realized how bad he wanted it to be you and not her... and that it wasn't the case.

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[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

Saw @bunnywest talking about a baker au on her blog and first, YES. FUCK YEAH BUNNY. But also now I’m thinking about a GBBO au specifically.

Peter is the Paul Hollywood type, obviously, and Stiles is a fan-favorite contestant whose words are 40% beeped out for the first couple of weeks until he starts coming up with increasingly ridiculous replacements for swearing, and Chris is the cameraman who desperately needs a nap.

Other contestants could be Lydia, Cora & Allison (there’s a lot of bantering between the three of them, and there’s debate among the audience as to whether they’re gal pals or Gal Pals™).

Melissa and Scott are there too, and there’s some delight at a mother and son competing against each other but Scott gets kicked out pretty early because he keeps letting his things burn while he flirts with Kira.

Derek gets on the show, and so do Braeden and Jennifer. There’s a controversy when Jennifer’s hand gets stabbed and she has to go out of the competition, because she claims that Braeden was responsible, but Braeden was on the other side of the tent? Mysteriously, Derek relaxes a lot after that and his bakes improve immensely.

Anyway, I think the finale contestants would be Stiles, Lydia, and Braeden, and tbh I don’t think Stiles would win. I also don’t think it would particularly bother him, because he and Peter have been sleeping together since week four, and they finally talked Chris into joining them last week, so really, really, he actually won anyway.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

can you recommend some sterek fics that take place while derek is deaged and deaged derek realizes he has feeling for stiles so he tells him but once hes back to his number age he doesn't know how to deal with having told stiles he true feeling or something similar?

Here’s some de-aged Derek! - Anastasia

Little Promises by crossroadswrite

(1/1 I 2,666 I General)

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends.

“Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac.

“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”

“It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“

“Derek?”

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he's like that for like...a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it's just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out...because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were's can't?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno...just...de-aged daddy Derek that's mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Just Right Now by FiccinDylan

(5/5 I 31,619 I Explicit)

In the aftermath of the lacrosse field heartbreak, Scott and Stiles spend the day playing video games and trying to get Stiles through his sorrowful valley.

Then, Stiles gets a very interesting visitor...

aka

Stiles gonna get some lovin'!

anything that's dead shall be regrown by blueinkedbones

(24/? I 45,778 I Teen)

“Derek,” the guy with the hands says. He's still got his hands out, kind of reaching, kind of catching, kind of dropping to his sides. His voice is calm, but his eyes are too bright to sell it, and his heartbeat is out of control. “Are you—Do you know who we are?”

Derek swallows, thinks. If this is a treaty thing, another pack thing, why would they care about him? He's not even the alpha-in-training, he's nothing. Mom doesn't even bother explaining most werewolf politics to him. He knows most of it from Laura, Peter, from passing packs who used to think it was cute to tell the youngest beta their complicated histories and have it repeated back to them around still-awkward fangs. Now that's Cora, and not recently, either—She says she's too big to play kid games.

“No,” Derek decides. “Should I?”

I'll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee)

(35/35 I 48,190 I Teen)

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he'd had in mind. He'd thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He'd thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

Age Defining Hale by TyJax_Fanfiction (TyJax_EeOwen)

(21/21 I 55,327 I Teen)

“Well, Deaton’s the one that knows about this kind of stuff, he researched everything when it happened the first time,” Scott answered and looked between everyone in the room, which consisted of Scott, Stiles, Braeden and mini Derek. “But he’s MIA right now. We’ll have to wait until he gets back,”

“Until then... we’ll have to keep an eye on you,” Stiles added to Scott’s sentence. “You might change back at some point and one of us will have to explain,”

“He’ll have to stay with one of us,” the Alpha mentioned and instantly looked at him, like he was the better option.

“No, no way, my dad’ll freak out if he sees Derek walking around the house, especially if he’s young again. Hell, he’d give me the talk again if he saw ‘that’ in the kitchen making coffee in the morning,” when he said ‘that’ he gestured to Derek’s more than gorgeous, slightly younger body. Seriously, puberty was incredible for this guy. “And I don’t have a guest room, so it’s either the couch or my room and I don’t think I’ll be able to live with waking up to that face every morning! I’ll die of hormone inflammation!”

One Stupid Mistake that Changes Everything by Kikileduc

(12/? I 60,060 I Not Rated)

Shortly after the events of season 3b, everyone is recovering. Stiles feels guilty over the loss of Allison and Aiden. Scott can't look at his friend. Lydia isn't talking to him. Isaac, Ethan, Malia, and Kira are all dealing in their own way. Derek took off again.

Fast forward to two months later, things are much the same for Stiles, except his father insisted he get checked out again as the nogitsune had tampered with his son's tests...

The results aren't good.

Stiles returns to school to find the pack hovering around a de-aged and cluesless Derek and suddenly finds himself on the outside of the pack's happenings.

To top it all off his new doctor is a little— weird, to say the least.

Can Stiles figure out what happened to Derek and help reverse it while dealing with his own personal issues? How will the pack feel when they need the spastic teen, only to find him missing? And, what is really going on in Beacon Hills? Can they come together and solve the mystery in time???

"This is what defines you, Stiles. The unexpected." by limesnapdragon

(32/32 I 77,464 I Explicit)

"If someone had told him two weeks ago he would be on illegal drugs and hanging out with Derek Hale, he would probably have punched them. Life was funny sometimes."

Stiles is about to turn seventeen and present, find out whether he's an alpha, a beta or an omega. A lot is riding on it and Stiles is nervous as hell. He hadn't expected Derek Hale, of all people, to be helping him out, but when you're in deep shit and the guy's handing you a paddle, what else are you going to do?

A Wolf In Wolf's Clothing by alexenglish

(8/8 I 81,325 I Explicit)

The pack of Beacon Hills' past transgressions are about to converge on them, and Derek stumbles out of the forest with no recent memories and straight into a pack he doesn't know, with an alpha and an anchor he can't possibly remember.

The New Hellmouth: The Benefactor by iKnightWriter

(25/25 I 109,430 I Teen)

Scott, Stiles, Landon and Kira return to a new semester of school with more human worries than supernatural, while also trying to help their new friend, Micah, integrate back into society. But Kate Argent’s surprising resurrection brings a new threat to Beacon Hills along with the emergence of another mysterious enemy known simply as The Benefactor.