#・・・・・・・・꒰ 𖣂 ꒱

[t0rturedangel]

Adam x reader where he flirts with her just to see her blush

╭ . . . 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎 ੭

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ♰ ৎ﹕ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 (𝘩𝘤𝘴)

WOOO first Adam request, ngl despite him being a prick i lowkey fancy him so hard, so yeah, also the reader is an angel in this, Adam would NEVER do this to a demon / devil

𝘩𝘤𝘴

✧⠀⨾ Adam is a prick, this is a shock to no one and he always loves to take the piss out of everyone and everything, he is the self proclaimed "original dick"

✧⠀⨾ but there is obviously something very wrong with him when he's around you- he changes, almost becomes tolerable and instead of making fun of your looks or how you acted in his usual perverted and demeaning way- he instead does it in a way to make you feel all sheepish

✧⠀⨾ he loves to walk up to you, defiantly with finger guns or something like that, and say some stupid pick up line: something relating to heaven and you

Adam, the first man and head of the exorcist angels, walked over to you- a shit eating grin graced his face however you were too preoccupied with some angelic duty to notice his presence in the area. Though, unsurprisingly you weren't shocked when he appeared behind you, his clawed hand on you shoulder ❝ hey there beautiful, I know I'm in heaven now, you just look so angelic ❞ and he watched you turn to him, face coloured with a beautiful golden hue that not only increased Adam's ego but also his grin.

✧⠀⨾ it's safe to say that Adam loves seen your face all golden (COZ ANGELS HAVE GOLEN BLOOD AND BLOOD WITH WHAT MAKES YOU BLUSH SO YOU AHVE GOLDEN BLUSH BTW)

✧⠀⨾ Not only does it make him feel even better about himself and his ability to swoon the ladies, he also just adores watching you get all sheepish and 'faint' around him because of his complements, angels are meant to be pure and dont really flirt with each other- so it's weird to have Adam constantly come up to you.

✧⠀⨾ it's also like only you that he does it to, any of his admirers (lets be honest, Adam has girls, and maybe even guys, who want him) are always ignored and they're so envious of you it's crazy.

✧⠀⨾ Dont worry though Adam loves you enjoys making you blush too much so any issues with people that like him and lute will get them for you / him.

✧⠀⨾ if you ever get de-sensitized by his flirts and comments he'll go mental- he find you blushing to be so fun and adorable so if you just stopped it would crush him

[floodleaf]

[aespacies]

✿ ﹕ Cause you're the one cutting me. . .

[sai-int]

did you know it's antler shedding season?

[lovelytreehugger]

May the river wash away the ignorance of those who criticize without further thought. May the wind sweep away the arrogance from the tongues of the closed-minded. May the great spirit calm the hearts of those who attack for no reason. May they find peace in the quiet instead of praise in hearing their own voice. May a seed blossom in their head, may the roots warm their hearts. May they realize what little they actually know of this world when setting the man made apart from philosophy and existentialism. From life on this planet stretching out beyond our universe. May they be humbled without suffocation. There is no point in hoping something good comes from something bad. Only hope that bad people turn good and change their faults to corrections. May the will to change be greater than their stubbornness. Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka. 𖣂

[antlerlocked]

‧ ✦⠀𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄-𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑⠀✦ ‧

[blodubs]

“baby i need you in my life…” 𖣂.

[odryad]

·˚ ༘ 𖣂 「 ℰ. 」 ⋆˚ˏ⁀➷ |░ ▹ druid speaks.

[kawaii09225]

ᥴᥙ𝗍ᥱ symbols

๋࣭ ╰⪼ 𝖿ᥣ᥆ᥕᥱrs

𑁍 𓇢𓆸 𓇬 𑁍 ꫂ ၴႅၴ ᪥ 𔓘 𖥸 𖤣 ⚘

╰⪼ һᥱᥲr𝗍s

𐚁 ఌ︎ 𔘓 ‹𝟹 ᰔ ᜊ ᥫ᭡ এ ♡︎‪‪ ❤︎‬ ᡣ𐭩 ♥︎

╰⪼ s𝗍ᥲrs

⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥ ✴ ☆ ⍟ ✦ 𖥔 ✰ ★ ☆

╰⪼ ᑲᥙ𝗍𝗍ᥱr𝖿ᥣіᥱs

ꕤ 𐦍 ;༊ 𐀔 ʚĭɞ ઇଓ ཐིཋྀ ꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱͏ ༊ ʚɞ

╰⪼ ᥲᥒіmᥲᥣs

𓇼 𓆉︎ 𓅸 𓆙 𓆡 𓅫 𓄇 𓃹 𓆌 𓆑 𓆨

╰⪼ ᥴ᥆𝗊ᥙᥱ𝗍𝗍ᥱ

౨ৎ ۶ৎ ^᪲᪲᪲ 𝜗𝜚 ྀི ೀ ၄၃ 𐙚 ꪆৎ ୨୧

╰⪼ rᥲᥒძ᥆m

࣪ ִֶָ☾. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ּ ֶָ֢.๑ˎˊ˗ .☘︎ ݁˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⪩. .⪨ 𖣂 ༉‧₊˚.

[t0rturedangel]

can i have some yandere!Vox using his mind control powers on the reader??

╭ . . . 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ੭

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! 𝐕𝐎𝐗 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♰ ৎ﹕𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦

WOOO VOX STUFF, ngl vox is my favorite out of the three vees (idk much abt velvette and i fucking HATE valentino)

✧⠀⨾ the only way he'd ever hypnotize you was if you dared to leave him- i mean who would leave him HIM?? the cool, chill guy Vox, the guy who anyone can trust with their stuff? How could you, in the name of lucifer himself, dare to leave just like that?

✧⠀⨾ you used some lame excuses too, "oh you're scaring me!" "This isnt healthy or alright in the slightest" like seriously? that's not even that serious! all he wants is for you to stay with him. BY HIM. that's all he's asking, is it too much?

✧⠀⨾ fuckin must be, since now you're sobbing and grabbing bunches of clothes- throwing them into a small, very pathetic suitcase so you'd have something when you ran away.

✧⠀⨾ you see, now, now you've went too far- now vox has to step in, which will not be good for anyone.

Through tears in your eyes you grabbed even more clothes, stuffing them all into your [ favorite coloured ] suitcase, occasionally blinking tears away or rubbing them off of your face. Vox went mad, he was always weird to you during the later period of your relationship- always too touchy and manic, too close to you. Yes, the two of you were dating, and everyone thought it was fine- you and vox were happy together. That was true, at least at the start of this twisted relationship, Vox genuinely seemed to care, to love you and would never dare to hurt you, he said so himself.

Yet, recently he's been acting so off- so wrong. Before he was kind, gentle, never forced you to do anything you didn't want to, but now? Lucifer, what happened to him? What happened to that man that you cared and loved so much, what infected his mind? You ,it seemed, were the answer- he changed because of you of how much he "loves" you. he hates seeing other sinners get too close to you- his precious angel- one who should be untouched by the filth of imps and lower sinners, he even went as far as to ban you from seeing the other vees (who you grew decently close to, earning their respect), he seemed to adore the fact that he controlled every aspect of your life and that you failed to notice it at first, too blinded by your love for him, for everything he did for you before the relationship became official- it was so foreign to see him like that now that you knew, that you've opened your eyes and saw the true intent of his actions, now you're scared, horrified.

Through your hysterics, as Vox labeled them when you first began to cry over all of this, you failed to notice that very same 'boyfriend' (you cringed at calling him that, that thing was not your boyfriend- was it ever your boyfriend?) standing in the door frame, his screen glitching with annoyance and screeching out quiet static noises that seemed for familiar yet so eerie, and his eye wider than the other- a beautiful black swirl dancing around on a red background, such an entrancing sight ❝ babe. ❞ you heard his voice, so distorted and full of displeasure making you shrieked out of almost pure instinct and turned your body so fast you almost has whiplash- eyes wide at the sight of Vox, a horror engraved into your [eye colour] irises . Your body began to tremble it felt almost natural to fear Vox, of what he'd do- he want others to imagine him as this stupid cool guy, who has not a care in the world but you knew what he was truly like. you knew what he was, what he said, what he felt about the other desperate sinners.

❝ go away vox- im not your 'babe' im leaving❞ it was barely above a whisper but sounded so loud in your head, so very loud. That one sentence could have leaft you deaf, you wish it did- wishing it left you deaf and blind so you didnt have to hear his voice, coated in an artificial love, dripping with his real poisonous intent, or see his face- that face you loved to see plastered around the pride ring, the face that now glared at you. ❝ Dont be like that [name]- you know you're my [girlfriend/boyfriend/lover] you cant leave me ❞ his voice, still laced with that distortion didn't register in your head, it's like you didn't even hear it- like you really went deaf.

you could hear his steps echo through the room and that confidences you held a meer second ago- drained from your stature immediately. A fear washed over you, overwhelming your body... Millions of questions raced through your tormented mind all desperate to be your sole focul. „ what will he do? ” „will he kill me? Torture me? Sell me off to some beggar?”

Those questions, such meaningless questions you thought, will never be answered. Though do not fear, Vox cherishes you too much to allow you to be in harm's way of anyone else- he just loves you so much, so much so that he'll forgive this silly little attitude of yours just this once: next time he won't be as forgiving. Though, in all his honesty there won't ever be a 'next time' and all he needed to prevent this was for you to look at his eyes, to just give him one glimpse, it's like deja vu for you ist it? What were you thinking? Those fears, those worries and silly little thoughts of leaving him should have never been thought in the first place, oh how could you be so horrible to think that your loving boyfriend Vox would EVER be so controlling and terrible? My dear, Vox only wants what's best for you, and whats best for you if to stay with him! That's all you need to do, he'll do all the hard work, he'll get his hands dirty, he'll protect you. No one else can do what he does, no other overlord, no other vee, no sinner, not even Lucifer himself can keep you safe like how he can.

after all, he just loves you too much to let you leave, and why would you? being with him had never been better. Though now Vox re-thinks letting you think for yourself again, after all last time he did you wanted to leave.

That cannot happen again. NEVER again.

[floodleaf]

[aespacies]

ꕤ ‎ ⌒ Girl, you know you're lost . . .ᐟ

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLLK BOYS KINKS

sexual content , sex toys , cussing , creampie , pet names , praising , breeding , ( bllk boys x fem,reader )

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—✧.* SEX TOYS KINK

he wasn't the biggest fan when you introduced him to sex toys in the bedroom but would be slightly interested but definitely wouldn’t tell you so it was just left inside of your nightstand until one day he surprised you.

he hits the power button, increasing the vibrator's intensity inside on your clit. your eyes roll back, and a loud, high-pitched whine escapes your lips.

he watches your face contort with pleasure as you get closer to the edge. he suddenly pulls the vibrator away, making you whine desperately and try to follow it with your hips. he chuckles, denying you the release you need.

" not yet, baby..."

ׂ╰┈➤ sae , rin , chigiri , nagi , kunigami , kaiser

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—✧.* LINGERIE KINK

he likes too see you in lingerie no fuck that he’s inlove with it and he immediately tears it off you like a happy child on christmas day.

he swallows hard as he sees your glistening folds through the lace of your thong. he hooks his fingers into the sides and slowly pulls them apart, exposing you completely without removing the delicate fabric. " damn, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

he inhales deeply, your scent driving him wild. he looks up at you with heated eyes, his face inches from your pussy as he takes in your exposed sex, hardly able to believe how wet you already are. he bites his lower lip, struggling to maintain some semblance of control.

" fuck you're dripping a lot.." he murmurs, unable to tear his gaze away.

ׂ╰┈➤ reo , barou , oliver , bachira , shidou

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—✧.* BREEDING KINK

he's absolutely love nothings more than breeding and stuffing your tight pussy with his milky cum every chance he’ll get guaranteed he will have you walking around with his sperm inside you, leaving you walking away your panties soaked and dripping.

he throws his head back and lets out a deep, guttural groan as he comes undo hard, filling you with his hot, sticky release.

his cock twitches inside your gummy walls, milking him straight clean. his body shakes with the force of his own climax, his hands tightening on your hips. " oh my gosh..."

ׂ╰┈➤ karasu , ness , kaiser , otoya

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—✧.* PRAISING KINK

praise. praise. praise. that’s one thing he would always do when you both were making love. it was always amazing hearing his voice praise you. he would stop praising you when pigs could fly.

he starts to move slowly, his thick cock sliding in and out of your sensitive pussy. he keeps talking, his voice low and praising. " mm you feel so good when clenching around me... it's like you were made for me.” he lets out a guttural moaned.

he leans down, his breath hot on your ear as he continues to thrust into you. " that's it, good girl. taking me so well hmm.?. you’re doing so good for me fuuck-"

ׂ╰┈➤ yukimiya , hiori , isagi , zantetsu

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - if i miss anyone lmk.!

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[lovely4chu]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀★̲ ≛ ꙰ ⍣

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖤐 ☆ ★ ⍟ ⧆

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✯ ✫ ✬ ✪ ✭ ✮ ⭒ ⭑ ꙳

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ✦ ✶ ✷ ✸ ✹ ✵

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎ ♡ ♡̷̷ ♡̷̸⁩ ♡̶ ♡⃕  ♡゙ ❤︎ ❥ ִֶָ ִֶָ ֢ 

ᥫ᭡ ᜊ ෆ ꑘ ᨵ 𐐗 𑁤 ۵ ღ დ 𓆫

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‹𝟯 ‹𝟹 ‹𝟹 ‹3 ‹𝟥 ‹Յ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 / 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ﻬ 𐀔 ઇઉ ᨦദ ʚɞ ୨୧ 𓆩𓆪

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𐑺 ᨳ �� ᭕

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖥻 ﹟ ⩩ 𖠵 # ⩨͢

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ꜝꜞ ᵎᵎ ﹗ ⁈ ⁇ ? ʔ

⨾ ﹔ 𑂻𑂴 ﹕ ؛ ⵓ ະ ː

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀% ٪ ﹠ ⁽ ⁾ ≡ ꞌꞋ ꩟ 〞⸃⸃

︐ ٫ ᛧ ៸៸ 𓈒 。٬٬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹫ ๑ ̟˖ ⁺ ₊

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ⩇:⩇⩇

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀￩ ⤸ ⤾ ˱ ˂ ‹

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ ⤹ ⤿ ˲ ˃◞⃕ ▸ ➛

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ꜜ ⤺ ˯ ˅ ˑ ꜛ ⤻ ˄ ˰

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒷꒦꒷ ︶ ⏝ 𖥦 ꕀ ﹌ ◡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵ ᨓ ᨒ ៳ ◠

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❚❙❘❙❚❘❘❙❘   ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  𓈈 ▀▄▀▄▀ 𓂃

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈀 ␥ ⎓ ░ ִ  ֗   ִ  ۫    ᳝ ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ  ˎˊ ˗

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀谷 𖤘 𖠿 ⌂

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𐚱 🂱 🂦 𖠚̸ ✎ ⎙ ⌨︎ ⌕ 🜲 ⎘

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓋲 ଡ ☁︎ 𖠳 𖣂 𐂴 ꥟ ꩜ 𖠌 𓆱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 + 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓍯 𓄹 𓄼 𓍢 𓏲 𓄰 𓍼

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖠗 𖧧 𖤠 𖦆 𖧡 ⟆ ꒺ ∿ ∞ ޱヽִֶָ 𒄬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖦹 ⌁ ꉂ 𖡎 ∿ 𖥊 ҂ ꏍ 🜸𖣦 Ꮺ ๛

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〄 ◐ ⍉ ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘ ༨ ༢ ༣ ྅   ̑̑៹

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗮𝘄𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❁ꌨ❀✿

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓇊 𓆼 𓇕 𓇗 𓇚

⠀⠀

[deerlysacred]

🍎 i feel so high school every time i look at you . . . { dean winchester x fem!reader }

𐂂 𝄢 { you always felt like you missed out on lots of silly, social & romantic things in your teenage years because you were very shut-down and depressed back then. dean shows you that there's still time to make up for it. }

𖣂 𝄢 established relationship & fluff

♫ 𝄢 concept song : so high school - taylor swift

‼️ 𝄢 i do not own supernatural or any of its characters; all rights belong to their respective creators. this is purely a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only, with no intention of profit.

Clink.

. . .

Clink!

The soft clatter of pebbles against your bedroom window barely registered at first. You were curled up under a mountain of blankets, comfortably burrowed in your own little nest, flipping through a book with a cup of tea precariously (?) balanced on your stomach. You told yourself it was probably just the wind. Or a tree branch. Or, you know, the natural creaks and groans of a house that is absolutely not haunted (you hoped so).

Then— another clink.

And another.

You sighed, your eyebrows knitting together.

Okay. Either a ghost just decided to throw hands, or some poor bird tragically lost its sense of direction.

You went out of bed, padding over to the window as you pulled the curtains away. Your eyes widened against the unexpected scene.

Dean Winchester. Standing in your backyard, throwing rocks at your window.

The sight alone was almost too much for your brain to process. He was grinning up at you like some teenage heartthrob straight out of an '80s rom-com, one hand tucked into the pocket of his leather jacket while the other —oh great— prepared to lob another pebble.

"Dean?" you whisper-yelled, opening your window. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What's it look like, sweetheart?" he whisper-yelled right back, looking too proud of himself. "I'm sneakin' my girl out for a date. Proper teenage style. Now c'mon, before your strict old folks catch me."

You just stared at him, struggling to process several things at once. One, he is standing in your yard throwing pebbles at your window like a delinquent in a coming of age TV show. Two, he just called you his girl, which— okay, that probably should've sound normal to you since you're his girlfriend indeed. For a while now, in fact. But your brain still short-circuited a little, getting flustered even after all this time.

"…Dean, I don't have strict old folks."

He waved a dismissive hand. "I dunno, Y/N. Your grandma did glare at me once. Feels like I'm riskin' life and limb here."

You bit back a laugh. "You do realize I could just use the door, right?"

Dean scoffed, his breath getting visible with the fog because of the chilly air of the evening. "Oh, sure, and miss out on the whole forbidden romance, Romeo-and-Juliet, sneakin'-through-the-night scene? Where's your sense of drama, sweetheart? Hm? Where's your passion?" He gestured grandly towards the window and flexed his muscles briefly. "Now, c'mon. Climb out or somethin'. I'll catch ya."

You folded your arms, shaking your head as you chuckled. "You will not catch me!"

Dean put a hand over his heart, looking scandalized. "Excuse me? I am a gentleman. I would absolutely catch you."

"Dean, be honest. Do you want to risk finishing this date night before it even began after you broke your arm because you got too full of yourself?"

He squinted, like he was actually considering the question. "…Okay, fair point. Plan B— the ladder in the garage. We improvise."

You shook your head again, a helpless smile breaking through. You knew why he was doing this. He probably couldn't stop thinking about what you told him last night— how you felt like you missed out on things as a teenager. How you overthink about the past missed opportunities sometimes, okay… Maybe more than sometimes. And here he was now. And because that he was Dean, instead of just saying something sweet or reassuring and get over with it (not like he was very good with words too), he was throwing pebbles at your window like a teenage rebel, giving you the moment you never got to have.

And damn it if that didn't make you fall for him even more.

"Give me a minute." you said, already reaching for your coat.

Dean grinned, all boyish mischief and dimples, retrieving the slightly rusted ladder from the garage, setting it against the house. "That's my girl, come."

You sighed and closed the window before carefully making your way back down. When you were only a couple of steps from the bottom, Dean suddenly spread his arms wide, wiggling his fingers.

"Alright, sweetheart— leap of faith. I got you."

You eyed him warily. "Dean…"

"Oh, come on. Where's your sense of adventure? Woulda made such a cute movie moment."

You rolled your eyes but decided to humor him. With a deep breath, you let go of the ladder and jumped.

Dean, to his credit, did catch you. Mostly.

He stumbled back a step, arms full of you, before he managed to steady them both, laughing. "See? Told ya I'd—oof—catch you."

You clung to him, half-giggling, half-mortified. "That was not smooth."

"Eh, I give it a solid eight outta ten," Dean said, setting you on your feet. He brushed an imaginary leaf off your shoulder, voice dipping low and playful. "Y'know, if this was some cheesy teen drama, this'd be the part where we kiss real slow, right before your dad comes out with a shotgun."

You snorted, tilting your head. "Too bad my dad's not around to threaten you."

Just as the two of you turned towards the Impala, movement from across the street caught your eye.

Mr. Jenkins.

Mr. Jenkins was your eighty-something-year-old neighbor who sits on his porch every night sipping his coffee, watching the world go by. And right now, he was watching you and Dean with the exact expression of a man who has seen some things in his time but has never seen this.

Dean followed your gaze and gave Mr. Jenkins a slow, respectful nod.

Mr. Jenkins narrowed his eyes. Took a sip of coffee. Kept staring.

Dean turned back to you, whispering. "Alright, I think I've been made. Your grandpa's gonna call the cops, isn't he?"

"He's not my grandpa."

"You sure? He's got that 'disapproving man of the house' energy goin' on."

You sighed. "Just get in the car before he starts asking questions."

Dean tugged open the Impala's door with a dramatic flourish, waving you in like he's some kind of old-school gentleman. "After you, milady."

"Dean…?" you said slowly, side-eyeing him.

"Mm?" He looked perfectly innocent. Too innocent.

"You're taking me to a makeout spot?"

Dean smirked. "Technically, I'm takin’ you to a scenic overlook with a great view of the stars." A beat. "But, yeah, also a makeout spot."

You groaned, slumping against the seat. "I hate everything."

"Nahhh, you love it."

…You kind of did love it. But he didn't need to know that.

When he finally pulled up to the clearing, the view was stunning. An open sky stretching for miles, stars shining bright against the darkness, the town lights twinkling far below. Dean shut off the engine and hopped out, you hugged your coat and went out to clim up on the hood of Baby to sit. When Dean came back, he was holding— a picnic basket?

Your brows shot up. "Oh my God, you packed snacks?"

Dean looked vaguely offended. "Sweetheart, I always pack snacks."

You laughed as he set the basket down on the hood of the Impala and sat next to you. He pulled out a few chocolate bars, a bag of chips, and—of course—a pack of beer.

"Very nutritious." you remarked.

Dean popped the cap off a bottle. "Hey, you want gourmet, sweetheart, you're in the wrong car."

You rolled your eyes but took a chocolate bar, unwrapping it as you leaned back against the windshield, eyes drifting to the sky. It really was beautiful up here. Quiet. Peaceful.

Then, the soft strumming of a guitar filters through the Impala's speakers. An old, slow love song, the kind that makes your chest ache in that bittersweet way.

You glanced at Dean, who was busy nursing his beer like this was no big deal. Like he didn't just put on a song as if this was a romance movie. Your stomach flipped, biting your bottom lip, you spoke.

"Dean…"

He cleared his throat. "Just thought, y'know… if you ever wanted that teenage movie moment… well. This ain't a prom, but…" He gestured around you. "Got the view. Got the music. Got the devastatingly handsome date."

You giggled, leaning into his side. "You are pretty devastating."

Dean grinned, draping an arm around your shoulders. For a while, you just sat there, listening to the song and cuddling.

After a moment of silence, he glanced down at you as he was caressing your shoulder gently. "So, what kinda stuff do you think you missed out on?"

"I don't know. Just… normal teenage things, I guess. Like— stupid, fun stuff. Sneaking out just to go nowhere. Sleepovers. Gossiping about crushes. A first kiss that wasn't tainted by some deep emotional crisis."

Dean winced playfully. "Oof. That one hit close to home."

You smirked. "Right?"

Dean leaned back on his palms, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, I get that. I missed out on a bunch of crap, too. No high school parties. No prom. No dumb summer jobs or college road trips. Just—" he huffed a dry laugh. "—training, hunting, and trying to keep Sammy safe."

You frowned, reaching for his hand. "That's not fair. You deserved those things, Dean."

He shrugged, squeezing your fingers. "Yeah, well… wasn't in the cards for me."

You looked down at your joined hands, your thumb tracing over his knuckles. "Sometimes I think about it. What kind of person I would've been if things had been different. If I'd been happy back then."

"You ever wish you could do it over?"

You hesitated, then shook your head. "No if it meant I wouldn't end up here. With you."

Dean's lips parted slightly, like you just knocked the wind out of him. Then, after a second, he cleared his throat and smirked. "Damn. You keep talkin' like that, and I'm gonna have to start writing poetry."

"Oh, please. I'd love to hear your poetry."

Dean straightened, putting on a dramatic voice. "Roses are red, Impala is black. Every time you kiss me, I forget how to act."

You laughed and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. "That was beautiful. You should publish that."

Dean grinned. "Oh, totally. I heard bad poetry is in high demand."

"Then congrats, baby, you're about to be a bestseller."

You sat like that for a while, the laughter fading into something softer, warmer. Then, as the song playing on the radio faded into another slow melody, Dean suddenly sat up.

"Alright, that's it." He turned to you with a grin. "We're fixin' this."

You blinked. "Uh… Fixing what?"

He hopped off the hood, holding out a hand to you. "We missed out on stupid teenage things, right? So let's make up for it. Starting with a slow prom dance under the stars."

You huffed a small laugh but didn't resist when he took your hand, helping you down. The second you were standing, Dean turned, grabbed a soft flannel blanket from the basket, and carefully draped it over your shoulders.

"Wouldn't want my girl gettin' cold." he murmured, making sure it wrapped snugly around you. Then, with a boyish smirk, he added: "Also, this way you can't run when I step on your toes."

You giggled. "Wow. Confidence through the roof, Winchester."

Dean just grinned and pulled you closer, swaying you two gently to the quiet music playing from the Impala's radio.

At first, it was ridiculous. He exaggerated his steps like some old-school ballroom instructor, guiding you dramatically across the dirt like you were at some grand gala instead of parked on an empty hill. But you played along, batting your lashes and letting out an over-the-top sigh, as if you'd just been swept into the most magical moment of your life.

Then, somewhere along the way, the teasing melted into something softer.

Your movements slowed, your bodies falling into an easy rhythm. Your arms looped around Dean's neck, your fingers absentmindedly curling into his hair. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles through the fabric of your clothing. The blanket cocooned you in warmth, shielding you from the cold night air.

For a while, you just swayed. No words, no hurry. Just you two, the hum of the radio, the distant chirp of crickets, and the glow of the stars above.

Then Dean dipped his head, his nose brushing lightly against yours. His voice was quieter now, softer. "Y'know… I think I like our version of prom better."

You smiled up at him. "Yeah?"

"Mmhm." His voice was lazy. "No bad music. No ugly corsages. And best of all…" His lips quirked up. "I get to kiss the prettiest girl here."

You barely had time to catch your breath before Dean tilted his head, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. This one wasn't playful or teasing— it was deep, unhurried, and sure. Reassuring. Reassuring in a way that told you you didn't miss out on anything, everything little step in life brought you here. To him. And you knew, that this was more meaningful and real than any ghost of a never-happened memory.