#cute but angsty

[kitty-katana-465757]

my jd oc in 2024

yeah f it her song is show & tell

[mxltifxnd0m]

cute glasses ◦◦ d. winchester

summary: your eyes are dry because of your contacts, so you have no choice but to put your glasses on

pairings: established dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', major fluff, some insecure thoughts, but mainly fluff

a/n: first official fic for dean!! also this was intentionally written as a blurb but as always, it seems i have more write than intended lol

please reblog and comment, i love to see your thoughts!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You had to fight the temptation to rub your eyes as you stared hard at your laptop, the screen emitting a blue light that was beginning to give you a headache alongside the dryness of your contacts as you sat at the table in the motel room. You blinked hard multiple times, trying to bring moisture to your contacts and find some relief from the dryness, but nothing was working.

You were still dressed in the FBI garb you had put on in the morning when you and Dean were going to the station to gather information on the hunt the two of you were working. Sam would have joined the two of you, but he had come down with a cold, and Dean forced him to stay back at the bunker while the two of you would work the hunt.

You glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing that 10 minutes had passed since Dean went out to get dinner for you two. You threw your head back with a groan, feeling the soreness in your shoulders as you sat down and hunched over your laptop, researching for hours on end.

You stood up from the seat and stretched out your limbs like a cat waking up from a nap and stalking over to your bag to grab your pajamas and glasses, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get comfortable.

You jumped into the shower and rinsed off the day. After showering, you took out the dry contacts that were irritating your eyes, put them back into their case, and let out a sigh of relief when you blinked, and moisture was restored to your eyes.

You put on your glasses and strolled back into the room to find Dean sitting at the table and pulling the food out of the takeout bag.

"Took you long enough, sweetheart. I got us Chinese since there was a place I saw when driving in an-" He stopped talking as you crossed the room to see what he ordered.

"And what?" You asked him, looking at him with furrowed brows as you took in Dean's stunned expression, his mouth agape as his eyes flickered around and all over your face.

"You have glasses." Dean pointed out, blinking slowly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, yeah I do."

"Since when?"

"Since I was a freshman in high school." You told him as casually as you could, not wanting to make a big deal out of you wearing glasses.

"How come I've never seen you with them on?" Dean asked you with knitted brows.

"Err…" You trailed off. You didn't really want the boys to know you had glasses since you could be considered a liability if anything were to happen to your contacts or glasses. But hey, you've managed this long hunting with them, and you haven't died yet because of them. You just didn't want the boys to look down on you because you had them, and they could potentially hinder you in hunts.

"I wear contacts, and I try to keep them in for as long as I can until I can get back to my room and put my glasses on." You finally explained with a sheepish smile as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Dean's face turned into one of realization. "Is that why I sometimes feel you slip out of bed and then come back a couple of minutes later?"

You felt your face flush with heat as you nodded in response. Dean chuckled lightly at your embarrassment and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then, a chaste peck on your lips before turning back to the food.

"You're not gonna ask me why I kept this from you?" You asked, confusion coloring your words as you saw him sit down in front of your closed laptop and dig into one of the takeout boxes with a plastic fork.

"Do you want me to?" Dean questioned through a mouthful of chow mein.

"Uh, not really. I was just ready for you to go all Spanish inquisition on me." You sat down across from him and looked through the takeout boxes before opening one of them to find the orange chicken.

Dean swallowed the food he was chewing. "Look, you had your reasons, and yeah, I have many questions about them but right now I just want to stare at you with them on."

You raised an eyebrow at him again. "You like them?"

"Yeah," He shrugged. "You look beautiful with or without them on." Dean reached across the table and traded chow mein for the orange chicken box in your hands.

You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks flush with heat again before huffing an amused breath through your nose. You narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned forward, taking Dean, who was still in his FBI suit, minus the jacket, tie, and a few of the buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.

"The glasses are doing something for you aren't they?" You teased him as you took a bite of the chow mein.

"Yeah, you have this sexy librarian thing going on. Could only imagine how much hotter you would have been if you left your FBI suit on." Dean's mouth pulled into a coy smirk, his green eyes alight with mischief and desire.

You chuckled as you shook your head. "Of course, you'd be into that."

Dean shrugged again as he popped a piece of orange chicken in his mouth.

Later, when the two of you finished eating and did a little more research and while you were doing your skincare, a sliver of worry still sat with you as you thought about how this would affect Dean and hunting. When you climbed into bed with Dean and placed your glasses on the nightstand, your world got a little blurry, but you could still see Dean's slight smile on his face as he pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Dean pressed a warm kiss on your forehead. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked lowly, his voice laced with care and fatigue.

"S'nothing." You shook your head.

"Come on, don't like seeing you like this before we go to bed." Dean squeezed your waist.

You sighed before propping your chin on his chest. "Just concerned that you might worry about me because of my bad eyesight."

Dean looked at you before leaning forward to press another kiss to your forehead and brought his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. You leaned into his warm touch, pressing a kiss into his palm.

"I'm always going to worry about you," He started, pausing before finding his following words.

"But you've been hunting with your contacts and glasses for a long time before you met me, and you've been able to keep up with me and Sam without us knowing. I don't care that you have glasses or contacts because you're still a damn good hunter."

You smiled at his words before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against Dean's full lips. Dean kissed you just as softly as you pressed your lips against yours and chased your lips as you pulled away.

You rested your forehead against his. "Thank you." You whispered, your lips brushing against his as you did.

"No problem, sweetheart. Let's get to bed, we've got a bastard to hunt."

You chuckled softly at his words and pressed a quick kiss on his lips before settling beside him and melting into his side as you guys slowly fell asleep, finding that your dreams were filled with Dean's joyous laughter and playful kisses.

[sp0o0kylights]

I saw a video today that said, “It’s very uncomfortable as an adult when your friend starts to date somebody who sucks, and you’re all looking at each other going ‘Guys, if this is the person who makes them happy…I think collectively as a unit we can agree that we would rather see them sad. So what's the plan?’” 

And immediately went: modern Steddie AU were Steve dates his high school friend Tommy and everyone is tearing their hair out over how awful he’s being treated. 

Ft. the Party, led by Dustin, hounding Eddie “I could get a man in a SECOND, I just CHOOSE not to date” Munson for help

However:

Eddie is mostly thinking the entire thing is a joke (King Steve and Tommy Hagan? Gay? Together?? Nice try Henderson.) until he runs into Robin. She laments that yeah, they’re bi, but more importantly, Tommy is fucking awful and Steve refuses to see it. 

2. Eddie, maybe, kind of, still has a crush on Steve ("Stop laughing Gareth, everyone has--had! Had a crush on him!") and the guy was never THAT bad in high school---but Tommy Hagan definitely was and a little revenge would be fun.

and finally;

3. Instead of going with the kids' well intentioned but very misguided “Let’s get Eddie to Steal Steve” plan, Eddie meets up with the Robin/Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle/Chrissy dream team to figure out how to prove to Steve that Tommy is horrible. 

Bonus: Robin and Nancy come up with a full proof multi step plan that involves Eddie pissing off Tommy in ways that look completely innocent. The hope is that Steve will see how controlling and unreasonable Tommy is, and break it off.

This hurts no one and just highlights to Steve Tommy's behavior.

Of course, Eddie goes off the rails immediately upon meeting Steve.

Instead of following The Plan, he, with the kids permission and help, gets Tommy to get blow up about THEM.

This is far more successful.

Bonus x2: A large amount of shenanigan's with the kids vs Tommy are involved. As is a scene were Steve breaks down and admits he knows Tommy is terrible, but Tommy puts up with him and Steve "knows how he is."

Eddie goes home, prints out a picture of Tommy and throws cheap ren fair daggers at it for at least three solid hours while he tries to think up ways to prove to Steve Harrington that his parents are wrong, hes very lovable actually.

In fact Eddie would very much like a shot at trying it out, thanks!

(It is also, inevitably, successful.)

[ukiyoebirds]

When you're the only one in the friend group who has wings.

Click for better quality.

[nelkcats]

Refuge

Danny was not retired, technically he came when people needed him, he helped or protected them as the case may be. It just turned out that over the years they stopped needing him.

And that was fine, it meant humanity could take care of itself, it meant they were safe. That was what had to matter, no matter that deep down, the halfa was hurt by the information.

It was harder to accept change when you weren't part of it. Danny was immortal, eternal, and powerful, things that no longer fit the world. Not with all the heroes and wizards running around, not with Amity Park fading away, becoming nothing more than a part of his memories.

He fit in perfectly in the Realms, sure, but he knew that if he stayed there too long he'd stop feeling human, and that was dangerous.

So, no, Danny wasn't retired. But he lived in a simple house in Metropolis, though sometimes he got tired of Superman being able to hear literally everything and moved to his house in Fawcett. He used to switch between the two houses frequently, not that it was difficult since he had figured out how to make portals.

He had a few friends, like the orphan boy who lived at the train station and Conner, a teenager who sometimes just needed a house to stay in when he couldn't stand his father.

Neither Conner nor Billy minded his age, which was comforting, although they both got curious when he visited the other house. Danny didn't know how to explain that Eternity Rock and Superman made him nervous if he stayed too long (he didn't like feeling watched), so he just shrugged and told them he had two houses.

Neither of the kids understood but they accepted it. They both had a habit of calling him "Uncle", Danny thought it was odd, given that his appearance wasn't exactly...adult, but it seemed they were comfortable with that, and he left them alone.

Apparently his house (occupied or not) had become a haven for them. Danny always greeted them with a sandwich, or cookies, even though he felt like a grandmother doing so. He smiled for the first time in years, feeling happy to fit into someone's life.

That's why it was quite disconcerting to find the Justice League outside his door asking him to join them. Danny chuckled internally, because the current heroes actually believed they could force him into something, but he accompanied them anyway.

Superboy and Captain Marvel scowled at the League as soon as they entered the Watchtower, when they were told they were bringing in a "dangerous individual" they didn't expect to see their unofficial uncle.

[cursedvida]

Well, Noa and Mae are the classic enemies-to-allies-to-enemies again-to probably allies again-to friends-to-angsty-and-doomed-love and you can't convince me otherwise sorry

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”

[hoe4hotchner]

could i request a blurb abt asking hotch for a hug? ty! 🥺🤍

A/N: I don't know how this turned so angsty, but It's also kind of cute. Enjoy 😘.

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The rain tapped lightly against the window, a soothing rhythm that usually brought you peace, but today it only mirrored the overwhelming turmoil in your head. Curled up in his armchair, you watched as the droplets raced down the glass, eyes unfocused and misty with tears. You had been sitting there for hours, the gray afternoon slowly melting into evening, lost in thoughts that weighed too heavily on your chest. A soft sob escaped your lips as you drew your knees closer to your chest, hoping the tight embrace would calm you down.

The familiar sound of the front door opening echoed through the apartment, followed by the soft rustle of keys being placed on the table. You heard Aaron's footsteps, steady and sure, as he made his way through the hallway. He paused when he saw you, sensing the quiet that was too thick to be peaceful.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, rubbing his eye to rid himself of the lingering tiredness. But you didn’t respond, didn’t move, eyes still trained on the rain-soaked world outside. He frowned, worry etching into his features as he stepped closer. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as the words clawed their way further away from you throat. Slowly, you turned your head to face him, letting him see the tear-streaked face you had hidden away all day. “Can I… can I have a hug?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Aaron's expression softened instantly, his heart breaking a little at the sight of you so vulnerable. Without a word, he knelt down in front of you, gently pulling you out of the chair and into his arms. He held you close, wrapping his strong arms around you as if he could shield you from the world. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of him, feeling the warmth of his embrace seep into your bones.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against your hair, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back while the other cradled your head.

You clung to him, feeling the tightness in your chest slowly start to ease as he held you tighter, his presence a solid anchor grounding you. The world outside might have been cold and gray, but here, in his arms, you found a warmth that made everything just a little more bearable.

Consider linking or reblogging if you enjoy my work.... I will kiss you on the forehead as a thanks ;)

[baby-yongbok]

Okay, so Chan is being a brat on Bubble rn, pretending that we wanna break up with him. (Who's really the delulu one here?) But my imagination is running WILD, so hear me out..

[Hard Thought - MDNI]

What if he's just beaming at his phone right now. Watching us freak out and beg him not to break up with us. Saying that it isn't what we want and asking him not to leave. It's just what he wanted, just what he was craving.

What if he's scrolling through the responses, laughing out loud at the ones that he's especially pleased with. It's almost humiliating how some of us beg and plead for him. Sure, it's playful, but what if it wasn't? That thought drives him wild.

What if he's getting hard while reading all of our comments. Imagining what we'd look like if he were standing in front of us. The look on our face as we process what he's saying while he knows damn well that he's just messing with us.

Just the thought of some of us dropping what we were doing to click on his chat notification gets him hot as he watches the replies flood in.

What were you doing before this?

Are you smiling? Frowning? Laughing?

What are you wearing?

When did his hand get down his pants?

Why does the thought of a pretty girl playing along to his dramatics make him rock hard?

What would you do to change his mind? What would you say?

"You don't wanna break up..? How're ya gonna change my mind?"

"You'd never actually go and meet someone else, would you, baby? Show me how much you love me."

The longer he keeps the dramatics up, the more content he has to stroke himself to later. He can't help himself.

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Bonus:

[bakudekublogblog]

not to be dramatic but hori literally out did my own self indulgent wish-fulfillment fanfic with the whole “rest of our lives speech” like I knew that sounded so romantic, and it is, because I literally wrote that line for bakudeku and I intended for it to be romantic

like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[madelee]

Late night revelations

…You are alone together…

…Your alien boyfriend friend is in fact a cat…

[mercymaker]

You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery.

[softhairedhotch]

imagine being on a case with aaron, who you've been dating for years at this point, and the unsub manages to kidnap you both. he keeps you trapped somewhere for a few days and aaron genuinely thinks he's about to die, thinks he's gonna have to watch you die first (you're barely holding on), and...

he proposes.

it's definitely not what he had planned, he has it all written down in a secret notepad and has the ring waiting for him in his office. but right now he doesn't think he's ever gonna see that ring again, or have the chance for you to see it, to hear you say yes as you slip it on, to see everyone's reactions as you tell them, to get to marry you in front of everyone he loves most in the world. and he panics. it breaks him.

so he proposes.

it's less of a proposal and more of a rushed out i-love-you-please-marry-me-if-we-get-outta-here in one hushed painful breath but it lights you up inside and gives you the hope you need to keep holding on. to keep fighting. and when you say yes, yes of course, you see the same feeling rush over him, and the both of you finally, for the first time since getting kidnapped, feel like things might be okay.

[canisalbus]

I'd like to say that I love your art but never really saw the older stuff where Machete is just getting the shit kicked out of him by a homophobic universe so I only know your cute gay dogs as operatically dramatic dudes getting into Situations that only homosexuality can save them from.

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[abbeyofcyn]

April art challenge

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