#maybe i can wear this n dress like a ho for halloween

[littlest-foxx]

hi i found a fluffy jacket n need pets 🐾

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

No nut November

Imagine: in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your lover saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfill one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

Victor Creed

Accepting the challenge that is No Nut November, it's a walk in the park, after all, he did have a wager with you. So you were prepared to make him lose.

Walking into your living room dressed in a maid outfit so small enough that the skirt perfectly (barely) covers your ass when you bend over. And you use it wisely, in front of him.

-Excuse me, Mr. Creed. Just a second.

He watches your form in front of him seeing the black thong between your cheeks that peaked between getting the sensation he started to miss already.

-You want me to lose, dove?

He asks as he grins feeling his palm on his hard length trying to massage the hard-on away.

-Me, no. I'm just wearing this costume since I didn't go to the Halloween party. So this is my chance. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind.

-It's not that hard with a beautiful girl like you.

Damn!

He knew how to rile you up.

-So you forfeit? You do remember your punishment.

Victor stands up walking to you slapping your check roughly as he smirks down at you.

-Being handcuffed while you ride me isn't that much as a punishment.

Steve Rogers

For Steve, it's somewhat easy. He is always on a mission kilometers away from you. That also means when he comes back to you he is a beast... Until he accepted the bet. After a day passed since he came home he wanted to devour you.

-Ready to relinquish, captain?

You asked as you sat next to him on the couch dressed in your pajamas. You knew you didn't have to do much, he will crumble himself eventually.

-No...

He trailed off but you saw how hard he was, partially begging to take you.

-When you think about it if you lose it isn't that bad. Sure you would be handcuffed and you don't like to be submissive...

With that Steve grabs your hand yanking you to him so you sit comfortably on his dick.

-Who said I don't like to be submissive?

You kiss happily knowing that there is indeed something like a 'Submissive Captian'.

Bucky Barnes

-Doll, I have been known in my days as 'James the Champ', which meant I NEVER lost.

You turn your gaze to him watching him through the glass as you applied your red lipstick as he leaned in the door frame.

-Well, of course, but you never went head to head with me.

Bucky rolls his eyes at your testimony as you walked towards him letting your steps be slow and seductive as your hands land on his shoulders.

-That means I'll just have to go to the girl's night out without my departure gift.

Bucky licks his lips finding it hard not to fuck you before you go, your usual tradition before you or him went. Always marking each other up to know how just lucky you are that the rest of the population.

-Looks like it.

He said slowly as he felt your fingers dance along his neck waiting for your kisses just below his ears. He closes his eyes focusing his hands trying to control his animalistic behavior from jumping out and losing the bet.

-I'll be home in a few hours.

You kissed his cheek and left your shared home for the first time ever since he came back from the mission. Closing the door Bucky jumps onto the bed discarding his pants and mixer and quickly getting to work.

Ding

Bucky stops for a second as he looks at his phone a new text message form you.

A photo.

Opening the photo it's a picture of him jerking off with the title being

'When I come home you prepare for your self for the punishment.'

Loki Laufeyson

After spending almost an hour explaining Loki the No Nut November he was rather excited to try his limits. And the bet was just as sweet. He did always say that his mind is the strongest of anyone but you knew how to crack him. And now was the time.

Cooking.

Loki loved to help you cook especially when you bake a cake just for the fun of it. Taking the freshly whipped cream covered cake you dip your finger onto your slice of the cake totally forgetting the fork beside you and putting the whipped cream covered finger into your mouth letting the delicious moans be loud for Loki to hear.

Loki watched you torture him as he felt drool exiting from his open mouth.

The bet.

He needed to be strong, he is royalty they never give their power to others. Especially if they are his amazing and sexy lover.

-Delicious.

You moaned as you looked at Loki as he shakes his groaned approval.

-Yes... You are.

Giggling at his blurb you walk to him pressing your body on his.

-Ready to forfeit, my King?

Loki sighs and for a split second he nods.

-Yes. I'm yours, my love.

Thor Odinson

He loved challenges, he loved the pressure to succeed and prevail amongst other mortals that failed. And he was furthermore ready for the challenge. You were in it to make him beg for you. And you knew just about how.

-My darling, how about a kiss?

Thor asked as held you by your waist.

-I'm sorry, Thor. The bet is limited only to hugs other than that it's losing.

Thor sighs as he watched you walk away hoping that this will end soon.

-Y/n, my light, my moon... Can you bestow me kiss onto my aching lips?

Looking down at your kneeling boyfriend you laugh as you watch Tony enter.

-For fucks sakes. Thor just forfeit and get a room!

Tony screamed clearly irritated at the muscular God.

-But fellow Tony much is at stake.

-Just kiss her and get it over with. I'm tired of hearing your pending across the HQ.

-Forfeit Thor and I'm all yours.

Thor looks back at you and he nods to your words as he lands his lips on yours softly.

-Please, do go get a room!

Thor continued to kiss you as he carried you out of the living room leaving Tony to wash his eyes with soap.

Bruce Wayne

He is the man, the detective, the toughest of tough. He can endure every pain and still make it on time to a date with you. But when a wager is in he is 10 times tougher. He is in it for the end line. But you were also stubborn as him, even more. This will be fun.

-Come on, Bruce. You possibly can't endure a whole month without feeling me. And my body.

Bruce looked at you as you swayed in your dress next to him watching the crowd of shallow rich species.

-Believe me, It's hard. But knowing I beat you in a bet is all the worthwhile. Plus, I have spent years in isolation so this will be easy.

Rolling your eyes at his ruling you walk away grabbing Olivers Queen and going to the center of the ballroom, in the perfect position in front of paparazzi, rich folk and Bruce.

-Ready to waltz, Oliver?

-Yeah, let's make some magic.

The dance was magical. You and Oliver moved in unions even better with Bruce but your eyes never left Bruce's figure. As the dance ended you pull out your leg from your high slit dress placing on Oliver's hip and giving a kiss on the cheek.

-Thank you.

-Always, temptress.

Walking back to Bruce you see his eyes locking onto your body and stoic expression he wastes no time in yanking you out of the room.

-Get ready to be punished, baby girl.

-Yes, sir.

Clark Kent

Clark is a cinnamon roll, you can't deny that, but he is rough when he wants to so pulling an invisible brake on his libido is pure torture.

-You know that you can always forfeit.

You say softly hoping from him to give up since you are feeling frisky.

-I don't know. I want to but I also want to win this bet.

Kissing his cheek, almost near his lips you see the twitch in his neck as he tries to kiss you on the lips. You know just what he needs. Fuel this small fire.

-If you want to complete this bet you can do that. I'm not gonna stop you. I can always ask Bruce for some meaningless fun.

Clark sharply runs to you on his face shock.

-Or maybe Arthur, or maybe even Diana. I am feeling very much frisky.

Clark shakes his head as his hands grip your waist and pulling you on his lap as his hands roughly grip your boobs.

-You are going to regret saying Bruce's name. I'll make you forget it.

-Prove it.

Arthur Curry

Arthur is filled with happiness and he very much finds joy in making you feel amazing. So proposing the bet he was against it. He himself knew that he won't last even 3 days without touching you.

-Maybe I'll accept the bet if you add something more.

-What do you propose?

-You being in a sexy costume of my choosing for 2 days.

Arthur grins at the idea.

-Fine. But if you lose. You'll fulfill my fantasy of choosing.

Arthur nods feeling excited as he shakes your hand, starting the challenge. A days pass and you knew how much he wanted to win even going so far to sleeping on the couch. He wanted to win so bad but seeing you exit the shower as he entered he just could not look away from your marvelous body, wanting to pinch your booty and massage your tense muscles.

He started to lose his cool. It was apparent. You saw it and somehow enjoyed seeing him squirm.

-You alright, Art?

He looked at you like a hurry and horny wolf (mostly horny)

-No. Want. To. Touch. So. Bad.

He slurped like a zombie as he watched your lips wind up in a smile. So kissable.

-You can. But there are consequences.

You walk to him at an arm's length not touching him just torturing him by the small insignificance distance.

-Come on, Arthur. You can't go on like this.

He huffs like a bear as he steps closer kissing your lips with so much need you almost fell on the floor he wasn't holding you tightly.

-Fine, you win but now I get my way.

-Deal.

Orm Marius

Orm wanted to touch you it was a fact but having a challenge for him as a prince was tantalizing. He wanted to try it and he was wrong he didn't understand the power you had on him and made his task a nightmare in his words at least.

-Y/n can you not be so sensual, beloved? I'm trying my hardest.

He pleaded hoping for you to change out of his shirt into your pajamas.

-I don't see the problem. I always wear it and you love it.

-I do! That's the issue. You are enticing me.

Snickering at him you walk to him standing in front of him as he sat on his chair.

-Well, then how about you get on your knees and worship me.

Orm gulps feeling his dick hardening at your command. He loved it when you took control and he lived when he submitted to you. It was like a drug. He doesn't answer as he drops to his knees in front of you looking up hopeless.

-Yes, my goddess.

Joker

-You want to chain me?! Chain the sex machine?! Are you crazy?

-It's not an order. Just a bet. You can decline it. It thought it would be fun.

-It's on.

After that J was focused and loaded as he focused on his 'gangster' work. After countless tries of seducing him in his office in his favorite lingerie. You took a break. To gather yourself and think of a new plan.

Got it.

As the night enrolled you walked into J's club dressed in a small red dress and walking past J's private club section. Only winking at him as he discussed business with another gangster. Going straight to the bar and sitting pretty it doesn't take long from the moths to come to the flame.

-Can I buy you a drink?

Many men ask as you lean on the bar table and seeing the bartender behind you butting in.

-Gentlemen, Y/n is...

-Its okay Mark. Let them be.

Mark nods obediently handing you your drink. After a while, you see Joker walking to you pushing away the men from you.

-Scarm before I kill you here.

The men run away and you smile at your man.

-You are very clever, luring me in with other men so I get jealous and fuck you hard.

-Did it work?

-Yes, princess. Prepare for the punishment of your life.

-And you too.

Duncan Vizla

-Y/n you should know that I am trained to be tougher than the average person. This puny bet won't affect me in the slightest.

Smiling at Duncan you counter his statement.

-I know but when people are told something they tend to the opposite. Something like the apple in the Garden.

-Are you pulling Biblical reference to get me on board with the bet?

-Maybe?

-Deal.

After that deal, you made sure he saw you every second. If he was in the kitchen you were there to help, if he was in the bathroom you needed an 'urgent bath'. When he sat in his leather chair you purposefully bend down to pick up anything that fell, accidentally. Even when sleeping. You were purposefully sleep talking small words that he wanted to hear.

-More Duncan... Faster... I'm yours... Mark me...

He was a tough nut to crack but it will be worthwhile. Just a little more. A few days passed being completely impressed by Duncan's steel will. As you walked into the house you see Duncan cooking his eyes looking solely one the scrambled eggs.

-You good, Duncan?

You ask as you watch Duncan turn to you pulling himself to you like on a string.

-In a way. A HARD way.

Moving your gaze down you see Duncan hard-on poking out of his pants.

-Need help with that?

You ask hoping for Duncan to nod and fuck you right here in the kitchen. Of course, as you tried to seduce Duncan and being left empty-handed was also hard on you leaving you wet and wanting more of his distant touch.

-Time is passing Mr. Vizla and your problem is still here. You know how it can be solved.

Duncan smiles viciously as he pushes you against the fridge. His rough lips smacking against yours as your ears pick up the calling of his belt.

-You are in a ride, prepare yourself Y/n.

[thedappleddragon]

hooooo my fucking god I don't know why but recently my anxiety/sence of dread has SKYROCKETED in the last 3 days, I haven't been sleeping great and last night I had an anxiety dream about manning the register at work. idk I guess today was fine but im so fucking overstimulated I guess?? I seriously just dont fuking know. but anyway here’s a summary of some days that I may or may not remember. putting it under the cut

Wednesday I was exited to work, they didn’t need me, I hung out with my friends at their outdoor band concert and had boba and it got super cold out

Thursday I went with my dad to drop off a car, then we had breakfast together at a little restaurant I had never been to before. He told me about his childhood n stuff. Then I went to work and priced things outside and felt good about helping some people buy plants even tho I didn’t know exactly what I was doing and ended up handing them off to Becky anyway. Got off work, came home, hung out waiting to be able to go visit my friend but she took a while so dad and I made the snack he had a lot as a kid which was just handmade chocolate frosting on graham crackers. Eventually my friend got home so I grabbed one of those graham crackers in some Tupperware and some other stuff and headed out. It was a longer drive than I was expecting but eh whatever, I got there no problem with a bunch of dad’s shit in the back of the car. We had awkward hellos in her apartment and I pet her fat ass cat until she suggested we go thrifting and oh my god I had never wanted to go thrifting more in my life than right then. I had one of those moments where I realized oh I’m an adult who can go out and just DO things :D so we walked around and gossiped in goodwil and had a great time until they closed, whereupon steph frantically looked for anything that was open near us while I drove around. We settled on going to a little park nearby, where we climbed on the tube with holes on it and swung on the swings. Then we walked around a dense tree/brush like and into the middle of a field, having our main character moments as we walked to the top of a hill with a cross on it. I took a picture of the sunset and a selfie with both of us before we walked back through the field and drove back to her apartment. I gave her 2 tiny flower jars and she let me borrow her container of earring hardware and a bunch of different tiny things to make into earrings. I had a great time and I’d love to hang out again, maybe when everything isn’t closed lmao. We joked a lot about understanding why people do drugs lmao since there’s nothing else to do! everything’s closed!! Also some joke flirting mixed in for flavor. We have an excuse to hang out again so I can return her earring supplies and she can return my Tupperware lol. I thought my phone was going to die on the way home before I realized there was a charging cord in the car! Nice. Got home, watched my friend stream plasmaphobia for a bit while I finished a birthday gift, and hung out and slept when she quit streaming. 

Friend’s birthday party day!! Also dad moving day!! The first task of the day was to drive with my dad down to the nearest uhaul to pick up a big ol’ truck, and follow him home in the car while he lead the way in the truck. Then we brought his car full of shit to the apartment, got his key and paid his first month, and looked through everything to do inspection. Tbh it’s a pretty nice apartment, I’d love to spend some time there once it’s a bit more furnished. My favorite part is a Harry Potter style hidey hole closet that’s meant for storage, but it’s the perfect size for a secluded hangout spot for me. I’ll totally let him use it for storage if he wants, I just like sitting in there. I joked that I would let Emily hang out in the spare bedroom and I could get the tiny room. But we spent time cleaning and looking around and bringing in boxes before dad sent me to pick up lunch, my sister, and another car load of boxes. I left to do all 3 and came back with Mcallisters, and we all sat on the floor and ate together. A very nice way to break in a new apartment. We brought in boxes and dad sent us on a quest to pick up a car part and drop it off where the car we dropped off the day before. We got there just fine, but getting to the second location was a nightmare because of all my wrong turns and u turns and no left turns, it was awful. I mean we got there eventually but still. By then it was time for me to get home so I could wash my hair and get ready for the party!! I got everything ready, but my sister wouldn’t be home with the car on time, so I just took my mom’s van. I was on time for once!! But in exchange I didn’t realize I had forgotten Cassidy’s gift until I was like 3 minutes away. But also I found driving my moms van very easy compared to last time I tried to drive it, and I think I’m a much more confident driver now :) but I was one of the first to arrive, accidentally twinned with cass, waited for everyone to show up, met her new dog, and then we all packed up the picnic basket and walked to the top of a hill to have our little sandwiches and play cards against humanity. On the walk there we passed by a park where little kids were asking why we were all dressed up if it wasn’t Halloween, so I shouted at them that it was her birthday and handed them the branch I was carrying. We played CAH on the hill and ate little sandwiches and meatballs and drank sparkling juice and had a lovely time, and when we were done, we walked back to her house where there was pizza and we all changed out of our formal wear. My bra was sewed into my dress with 6 stitches, so I grabbed some scissors and flashed my friend’s cat as I cut my bra free of the dress because I forgot to bring an extra. I changed into my ghostbusters shirt and snake onesie and joined everyone outside for pizza and lots and lots of stories and ice cream cake and gossip and quiplash and balloons and gifts and CAH and friends leaving and new friends arriving and more quiplash and then the grass getting cold and wet and going ham on keeping the balloons up and then playing that’s what she said (basically CAH but ✨for women ✨) and by this time there was a dude I didn’t know but he was very nice and cute and already taken. Tbh I didn’t know half the people there, there was a group of 4 cool alt people I had never met and then the 4 band kids I already knew but everyone else seemed to know each other and they all had great energy so I yelled a lot and joked a ton and had an amazing time. As the crowd dwindled and the night got cooler, I helped put things away before I left so I could be a nice guest, said my goodbyes, gathered my things, and drove home past midnight. Ask walked around the house turning off lights like my mom asked, I realized that my dad wouldn’t be sleeping here anymore, and I felt bad that he had to spend the night all alone in his new apartment :( and this is going to be a huge financial burden that idk if he can afford, rent for the apartment is almost as much as my mom pays for the house. Jejdjgjt this is all a mess and I would like to go back to ignoring it all <3 Listened to a lot of two trucks by lemon demon lmao

Hoo boy howdy I did a lot of shit today. Basically as soon as I woke up I got a text from dad about us helping him move with a promise of donut holes and a fruit platter. I walked out to the garage to find our family friends the drakes helping to move boxes, so we all spent several hours loading boxes into our cars and driving back and forth from the house to the apartment, with emily and I avoiding the drakes as much as possible lmao. When we had moved as much as we could in the car, we started loading up the uhaul, shoving as much shit in there as possible so we only had to do one trip there and back. Partially through unloading the truck the drakes stopped cleaning things before we brought them in left and some randos from dad’s work came to help unload and somewhere in the middle of all this our aunt and uncle and her service dog came to visit?? Bruh idk so much stuff happened. Emily asked me to take her home so she could work on school stuff and we put things back into the garage and I went back to the apartment to help with stuff and hang out with my aunt while my dad and uncle returned the truck. We made a list of stuff I might need for college and I wrote it down on a notepad and most of the page space was taken up by ponies tbh. The men brought back burger king and eventually my aunt and uncle left. I helped my dad clean up and set up his wifi and we watched mama Mia. It was my first time seeing the film, and it was really dang fun. Then I made dad drive me ho e since emily was still gone with the silver car. I’ll spend he night over there eventually, but not yet. I’m exited to eventually invite friends over since I’ve never been able to do that before. So now I’m home trying g to go to sleep so I can work tomorrow. I keep thinking about smoking weed and making out with someone in the hidey hole in dad’s apartment............ even tho I have literally no one to do that with afsagssg I’m a CHILD. 

Had dreams last night about being stuck on the infinity train again, except there was a mechanic of switching the world between 2d and 3d and the cast of Bluey had to help bingo go through stages of grief / character moments to help her get off the train or something. I was tossing and turning for a few hours anxiously waking up thinking I was gonna be late and going back to bed so I could sleep/dream more. But then I finally got up, fed my cat, fed myself, helped clean the kitchen a little bit, got ready for work, arrived 15 minutes late on accident, worked register for 6 hours, got more comfortable with register and learned how to do stuff, lots of friendly people, lots of me struggling and my bones hurting, dad brought me food but I couldn’t get to my lunch break until everything was room temperature. The chicken sandwich reheated well but the fries did not. After work dad and I stopped by the house, I got an info card to fill out so I can be called in for jury duty eventually, dad handed me $50 for dinner for us and my sister, we laid on the floor and looked at the noodles and company menu, drove there, picked up our food, had a lovely dinner at dad’s apartment, laid around while he talked to Greg on the phone, went to target to pick up small apartment things like a clock and a trash can and some small groceries but it made me nervous because I hate spending money and watching my dad spend money he may or may not have, and by then we were tired as shit and after dropping his stuff off emily and I drove home and I tried teaching her how to crochet for a school project. Now I’m hanging out wanting to go to bed and thinking about how everybody else my age working at ACE is doing like 60 hours a week with 2 jobs and saving for college and I’m just sitting here with probably 14 hours a week and fuck. I don’t want to spiral into shit, I just want to keep busy as much as possible. Maybe I’ll ask for as many work hours as possible, maybe I’ll ask my friends to hang out, idk. Right now I jut want to be busy so I don’t have to think about anything. I’ll spend as much time as possible helping my dad set up his apartment, I don’t care.

WAAAAA TODAY AT WORK WAS SO STRESSFUL, I LEFT FELLNG SO FRAZZLED IT SUCKED. basically I worked register for 4 hours but they’re all trying to ween me off asking for help to get me more comfortable, and we were surprisingly busy, and my garden boss becky asked me to do 2 extra things and my boss boss kept asking about paperwork that I couldn't fill out because I needed my sister to text me something, and an old man got mad at me over the phone because no-one was out there to fill his propane tank and I had a lady waiting for 10 minutes for someone to help load salt into her car and a middle aged man tried to use sarcasm at me while I was in friendly cashier mode aND IM SORRY I HAVE ADHD I DONT GET IT PLEASE S T O P and I tried answering the phone more and I didnt get the things done that becky asked and I left shit there because I just wanteD OUT. afterwards I went to target to get something, idk im writing this afterwards so I not really remember 

and today, my day off. ugh god I dont remember what I did, I know I picked up a vent for my mom’s bathroom and I just went to go get Taco Bell with my sister and bought her some more about crocheting and she’s making progress :) tomorrow is my friend’s birthday and last year I made her a felt doll of her fursona, so today I started making a crochet doll for her. so far I have the body and libs, but I still need to make the muzzle, tail, ears, attach everything, and hand-sew on all the markings and glue on button eyes. or maybe felt eyes, idk. my stomach hurts and I got upset because I told my mom my cat may be sick because her pee looked suspicious so I crocheted and watched my little pony and now I have a headache and im just trying to listen to music but really I just want to watch 50 arms videos at once but it wasn't loading right and idk man I dont know what’s happening, I may be going into work tomorrow. I think now that I have a job to do 3-4 times a week, I dont feel like I can just chill and wing it anymore, it’s like I have plans forever now. and oh god I still have to sig up for college orientation night or whatever, but my mind hasn'tt been on college for like a month or longer. I think im just going to take some Advil and try to relax with my cat and my music. holy shit dude. I know none’s gonna read this but just. fuck. also I should really post these more frequently rather than let them pile up in my texts. thinking about going back and adding all the dates like I did with my early quarantine diary, but that feels like a lot of work

[kylo-ren-writes]

Pumpkin, Part ?

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: @df841 requested:

“Hi, so I was re-reading Pumpkin right now and it still has me all giddy with the feels. And I was wondering if you could write something with them during the holidays. Where the reader never expected to meet her love in a pumpkin patch, and the holidays are coming up. Like always, Kylo is sort of a Grinch about it, but he'll do anything to make you happy. Choosing out a Christmas tree, wearing an ugly sweater, making cookies. Pleeaasse 🎅 ❄ ❄ 🎄 🤶 😊This would be awesome❤💚”

Warnings: fluff.

A/N: Fun fact! I don’t particularly like Christmas either, so I feel Kylo’s pain! haha. Me being lazy and not bothering to look at which part this is supposed to be. I still haven’t finished the last one I was working on, oops... But anyway, merry Christmas to you all! And I hope you enjoy! Also you don’t have to read the other parts to read this one. (gif not mine!)

Nearly two months had passed since you had unexpectedly met the love of your life. Is that too dramatic? Probably, but you couldn’t be happier! Nor can you help it or would want to.

No, you never expected to fall so in love with the arrogant stranger from the pumpkin patch and for that one date with the stranger to go so well. But yet, here you were, living in Kylo’s apartment (since he basically forced you to move in, although, you were very willing to be that much more closer to him) with your very first Christmas together coming up fast.

It’s all very surreal for you and even odd. Never before have you been so captivated by one individual person. Especially a man, not that you had anything against men. They just all somehow seemed to be the same to you and even... boring? But not Kylo.

Kylo couldn’t be compared to anyone, or at least that’s how you view him. And no you don’t care if it is biased.

With Christmas coming up so fast, you already have a list of every holiday themed activity that you want to do with him. You know Kylo will hate every minute of it, because for some reason the man hates holiday’s, but you also know that he loves to make you happy. So, you will definitely (and unashamedly) use it to your advantage.

The door to the bathroom opens and Kylo steps into the bedroom from the shower he has just taken. A towel is wrapped around his hips with water dripping from the ends of his nearly shoulder length hair onto the wood floor.

You smile up at him as you look up from the list of Christmasy things in your hand, an already suspicious look on Kylo’s handsome features.

“What is that?” Kylo asks as he turns towards the dresser that holds his underwear.

“Oh this?” You muse as you lift it up. “It’s a list...”

Kylo pulls off his towel and pulls on a pair of black underwear to replace it, giving you a wonderful view of what lies beneath for a few very brief seconds.

“A list?” Kylo turns to you as he lifts the towel to dry his hair, leaving the rest of his body bare open to your stares.

Even though you are used to Kylo’s body, it never fails to mesmerize you every time you get to see it.

You shrug nonchalantly at him with a sly smile lifting the corners of your mouth. “It’s a Christmas list of all the things I want to do with you. Like what we did for Halloween...”

Kylo’s immediate reaction is to groan, a deep, pained sound emitting from his throat. You can’t help but chuckle at the sound, smiling even more brightly.

“Why do you like to torture me?” Kylo asks as he approaches the bed. His large, heavy body is plopped down in front of you within seconds. His weight makes your body bounce the slightest.

You lift a brow. “Why don’t you like holidays? Literally everyone likes holidays or at least one holiday.”

Kylo scoffs, and you’re sure that he just rolled his eyes, but his grumpiness is too adorable to make you actually upset with him.

“Fair enough.”  

The first activity you make Kylo do is bake Christmas cookies with you. It’s also where you learn that Kylo hates sugar cookies because they’re “too sweet” and have “more calories in them then they are worth.”

Okay, sure, man of muscle. But then again, you suppose he didn’t get so nicely built from eating sugar cookies. Yet still, it is (almost) Christmas after all! It’s the time of the year where it isn’t supposed to matter what you eat.

After you had pointed that all out to him, he had kindly told you that he was letting you have them. You only snorted.

While the cookies baked, you managed to coax Kylo to indulge in hot chocolate with you. He wouldn’t accept any marshmallows, although, you were secretly fine with that. More for you.

Next came the ugly Christmas sweaters that you had managed to find in a mall for 20% off. They were both bright shades of red and green with sprawled messages over the front of “Ho ho ho,” and “merry Christmas!”. Yours had Santa Claus on it and Kylo’s had a reindeer on his, because it was adorable and you couldn’t help yourself.

Convincing Kylo to wear the damn thing though was probably the hardest feat yet. Actually, convincing Kylo to do anything that he didn’t want to do was difficult.

But all it took was a pouted lip and soft, doe eyes to get Kylo to relent. He grumbled, glaring at the ugly, knit sweater as he unbuttoned his black dress shirt. When it was on, you squealed and jumped up and down with glee, grinning at the miserable man before you.

You forced yourself not to laugh at Kylo’s displeasure, and instead wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug instead.

“Thank you, Kylo,” you had muttered. “It means a lot to me.”

You couldn’t see what his expression was, but it had softened into the tiniest of smiles, and Kylo hugged you back.

The last thing you managed to get Kylo to do with you, other than watching horrible (as Kylo says) Christmas movies and decorating your shared apartment together, was picking out a Christmas tree!

It is the thing you are most excited to do, and something you are sure Kylo shouldn’t mind too much. Unless of course if the man decides he can’t stand a little cold, winter air. But knowing him, he will probably complain about it.

Kylo is the one driving the two of you to the tree farm you had googled the night before. It’s only twenty minutes outside of the city, and you’ve got a venti Starbucks hot chocolate to keep yourself warm.

“I’m so excited!” You exclaim, grinning at him. “This has to be my favourite part of Christmas.”

“You’ve said that about everything we’ve done,” Kylo says flatly. His focus is on the road.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, but this is my favourite. Out of everything.”

“Still.”

“Kylo.”

“Yes?”

“Stop being such a grinch,” you say, your voice flat yet still amused.

Even though Kylo isn’t looking at you, you can still see his eyes roll. It makes you smile.

When Kylo pulls the car up to the tree farm and into a parking space, you’re practically opening the car door before he can actually park.

There are plenty of people around; Children race around, playing in the snow while their parents find the right tree; Young and older couples leisurely walk around, taking their time as they decide. It feels even more special watching them all and makes you even more excited.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” You chant like an excited child, opening your door. You don’t hear the heavy sigh that leaves Kylo’s mouth as you leave him behind.

All of the beautiful trees before you are practically mesmerizing, leaving you with your mouth hanging open and a twinkle to your eye. If it weren’t for the obvious fact that you are grown up, you could probably pass as a child.

Kylo comes up behind you, an amused expression adorning his face. “I didn’t think we came all the way here for you to just gawk at them,” he teased.

You snapped out of it then, elbowing him and rolling your eyes. “It’s just so... beautiful,” you mutter.

“They’re trees,” Kylo says as he furrows his brows.

“But they are Christmas trees! That makes them special.”

Kylo’s arm wraps around your waist, pressing you close to his side as he urges you onward. “But of course.” His tone is sarcastic, but you ignore it.

There has to be hundreds of trees to choose from, all of them different sizes and heights. How were you going to decide, or rather, how were you going to find “the one.”

“How about that one?” Kylo points and you follow his direction, frowning at his choice: It’s lacking in branches and pine needles.

“It’s... a little bare,” you scrutinize.

Kylo takes in a breath and points at another. “Okay, that one then.”

The next tree he points at is leaning to the side, and it’s an off green colour. You frown, looking up at him. “Are you just trying to pick one so we can leave?”

“Maybe,” Kylo shrugs. He avoids your gaze.

You sigh. “Kylo. This is our first Christmas together... don’t you want it to be... special?”

Kylo stiffens beside you as you both leisurely walk around the trees. “I’m sorry...” He sighs. “Yes, of course I do.” He stops and turns to you, his free hand coming up to cup your face. “I know I have been--”

“A Grinch?” You grin at him, cutting him off.

“I was going to say difficult...” He frowns. “But yes, a Grinch. I’m sorry.”

You lift yourself up on your tip toes while you smile and kiss him, hands planted on his chest. Kylo kisses you back and presses you closer to him. “I love you Kylo,” you mumble. “Even though you hate holidays.”

Kylo chuckles lightly and pecks your lips. “I love you, too, and, you make holidays more bearable.”

The side of your mouth turns up in a smirk. “Even though I make you do holiday activities with me?”

“Yes, even though you insist on participating in tacky, holiday activities.”

You scoff and lightly slap his chest. ““Christmas isn’t tacky!” You defend.

“Sure it isn’t.” Kylo isn’t being viscous. An amused smile is adorning his handsome face while he teases you.

You roll your eyes. “Grinch.”

It takes you and Kylo exactly two hours and thirty minutes to find the perfect tree, something that wasn’t too short or too tall, or too thin. It was the perfect shade of green and it came with the fresh scent of pine that was going to liven up your living room for the next few weeks. You couldn’t wait to decorate it with Kylo, and yes you had already told him that he was going to help you.

The workers at the farm had processed and loaded the tree up to your car without you or Kylo having to do any work. Now you just had to get it home safely, which wasn’t going to be a problem since the weather was so beautiful today.

Kylo surprisingly wasn’t grumpy at all on the drive back. He held your hand and there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. It felt nice, sweet. Your first Christmas together was going to be something you remembered for forever.

When you and Kylo arrived home to your shared apartment, it was a bit of a hassle to bring the tree up. Thank the lord the building has a working elevator, but getting the tree inside without wrecking it was a bit of work and careful maneuvering. But the two of you managed.

Now, the tree is situated in your apartment in front of the large window over-looking the city. It stands beautiful, but bare. The ornaments and lights you had bought a week prior out of anticipation sit unboxed in front of it.

In the kitchen, Kylo is making the two of you hot chocolate while you mentally plan where you want to hang everything. You couldn’t be more excited and you want him to hurry up, because this is something you must do together.

“Kylo! Hurry up!” You call out to him as you untangle some of the lights.

Kylo makes an unintelligible noise from the kitchen before he walks out minutes later, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in both of his large hands. He hands you one. “Careful, it’s hot.”

You take a cautious sip and sigh in delight before setting the mug down onto the coffee table, and urge him over. “You will have to do the upper portion of the tree and I’ll do the bottom,” you instruct him.

“I’ve never put up a tree before,” Kylo says as he picks up one end of the lights.

Your eyes widen the slightest as you pick up the other end. “What? Why?” How could anyone go through Christmas without a Christmas tree? It was unheard of to you.

Kylo shrugs. “Since I moved out of my parents’ house, I mean. Although, I’m sure you can guess why.” He smirks.

“Because you are the actual Grinch?” You quip, smirking back at him as you begin to drape the lights over the bottom branches of the tree.

Kylo helps you as you work your way up. “Holidays just don’t do it for me. They’re depressing, really.”

You frown. “They don’t have to be. Not when you are with the right people.”

“True,” he simply says.

Kylo takes over hanging the lights once you hit the mid point of the tree, and a comfortable silence falls between you.

The decorations are next.

“These are so pretty,” you comment as you gaze down at a cute reindeer ornament. You had gotten it and the other decorations at the same time as the ugly Christmas sweaters. Speaking of which, you were wearing yours right now.

Kylo doesn’t comment but he nods, wordlessly hanging various different decorations up on the tree. It doesn’t take long with the two of you, and within twenty minutes, you’re ready to add the last touch, the star. Or, well, Kylo will have to do it. The top of the tree is too tall for you to possibly do it without a chair.

“Quick, add the star!” You exclaim excitedly as you hand the golden thing over to him.

Kylo grunts, and does, and you squeal out of delight, earning a look from the Grinch that now stands at your side after he backs away from the tree.

You cling yourself to Kylo’s arm, squeezing the muscle as you beam at yours and his hard work.

You’re both looking at the tree, admiring it. It’s all lit up with all of the beautiful decorations and the star.

“I love it,” you whisper.

Kylo turns his head down to gaze at you, a small smile lifting up the corners of his mouth. He loves seeing you happy as much as he loves making you happy. Kylo wraps both arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

You giggle and press your face into his chest. “Thank you Kylo for doing all of this with me. I means so much to me.”

Kylo smirks. “Of course. Just like I said earlier today, you make Christmas more bearable.”

Your arms wrap around his waist as you roll your eyes for the twentieth time today. “Well, I’m happy that you at least aren’t as miserable as you seem to be,” you tease.

However, even though he knows you’re teasing, Kylo frowns the slightest. “... I’m not miserable... I actually don’t mind... doing all of this stuff with you. It’s nice, actually.”

You fake gasp, mocking surprise. “Really? You mean to say that you, Kylo Ren, known Grinch impersonator, is enjoying Christmas?”

This time Kylo rolls his eyes. “Only because of you.”

“Right.” You giggle, lifting your hand up to cup his angular jaw. “Or maybe because your heart is actually bigger than you like to pretend it is.”

Kylo shakes his head, smiling. “Maybe.”

You hug him tightly, overcome with all of the loving emotions you feel for this man. “Oh, I love you so much, Kylo! Meeting you was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

“One of?” Kylo smirks.

“The best.”

Kylo seems satisfied with that answer as he hugs you to him, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You smile into his chest, the happiest you have ever been, with the man you love more than anything in the entire world.

“Merry Christmas, Kylo.”

[platonic-plots]

Don’t Tell Sam.

Request/Summary:  just once, you’d like to go out and have fun - like everybody else

Pairings: sister!winchester x sam, sister!winchester x dean

Words: a lot like 2145 ish

Warnings: tiny bit of swearing, mentions of underage drinking, bit of sexual harassment & bit of violence

Specific time/Important info: reader is a teenager, my entry for @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s 31 days of halloween challenge - october 27, ‘sneaking out’

i’ve never really wrote anything like this before so it isn’t the greatest thing in the world but hey ho i tried

You had a strange relationship with Halloween. On one hand, it was a time to have fun and eat candy. On the other, it didn’t feel quite right to see people dress up as the monsters you knew weren’t quite as harmless as the people wearing the costumes. But you tried to think less about the latter, and more about eating all the chocolate you could get your hands on.

This year was no exception. Like always, a group of kids in your year at school were holding another halloween party for the entire grade. Like always, you wanted to go, and be with your friends who went every year, and eat too much sugar that’ll make you vomit, and listen to music that’s too loud, and pretend to be normal so you can just fit in. Like always. Dean didn’t have a problem with it. But like always, Sam refused to even consider letting you go. 

“Sammy, please. C’mon- I’ve got straight As at school, I never go against you, I always help do the research for a hunt. Do I not deserve this one night? I promise I won’t do anyth-”

“No.”

“But Sam, you say this every year. And every year I do what you ask, I just want this one time to h-”

“I said no.”

“Please, Samm-”

“Y/n. You can either stop this and go about your day, or you can carry on arguing and stay in your room for the rest of the day. The choice is yours.” He left the library mumbling something about ‘teenagers’ as you turned to your left, dragging a hand to rub the back of your neck. Sam wasn’t usually like this - in fact, it was only really in October when he got this way. Every year near Halloween, his research into local cases got ten times harder because of all the pranks and fake stories spread around towns. You couldn’t blame him for being a little more stressed out than usual.

“Enjoy the show, De?”

“Honestly, I had a great time.” Your brother smirked as you dragged yourself to the chair next to him. “You know, he’s just worried about you, Y/n/n. Neither of us want anything bad to happen to you.”

You looked at your brother. “No- I know, I get it. It’s just.. I mean, you of all people should get where I’m coming from.” You paused slightly. “Wait. You are on my side, aren’t you?”

“You already know I am.” You looked at him hopefully. “But you know he’ll never let me convince him to let you go tonight.”

You frowned slightly. “It was worth a shot,” you started to get out of your chair.

“However, you may or may not feel so sick that you have to stay alone in your room all night,” you looked at your brother like he had two heads, “and I may or may not take Sam out to pick up some food at 7:30, so there may or may not be 15 minutes tonight when nobody but you is in the bunker, and there may or may not be somebody stopping you from doing whatever you so wish to do.”

You looked at your big brother with weary yet thankful eyes.

“I’d have wanted to do the same thing at your age. And we both know I’m not necessarily the best role model for shit like this. Just stay safe, alright? No funny business with anyone, you hear? And, for the love of God, don’t drink any alcohol while you’re there.”

You raised your eyebrows at that last one.

“I’m serious - I know how rich that sounds coming from me. But please, Y/n.”

“You have my word.”

As you hurried out of the library, you shot an extremely grateful “Thank you!” at Dean. You didn’t have the time to stay - you had an outfit to figure out. Besides, you didn’t want to infect Dean with your sickness.

19:27

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19:28

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19:29

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19:30

Each minute was slower than the one before it. What felt like hours had barely been seconds; it didn’t matter now, though. You were in your outfit (you ripped up an old shirt that Sam had given you so you could be a gore-less zombie), Sam and Dean were currently in the Impala, and your friend was on her way to pick you up. You were about to spend a night surrounded by your friends and dancing to your favourite songs. What could go wrong?

A lot. 

A lot could go wrong. As you stood down the street from the party, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, you gripped tightly onto your brother’s shirt. Sam was right. Deep down, you knew he would’ve been since you first mentioned your plans for tonight. But you just wanted this one time to prove him wrong, to prove that you could be responsible, to prove to your friends that you were just like them. 

The party had been fine when you first got there. Yes, there was alcohol. No, you didn’t drink any of it. Although you wanted to fit in, you wanted to keep you promise more. You filled a red solo cup with diet coke and entered the room of sweaty teenagers and overpowering music. You and your friends found a fairly empty corner and danced with each other. For once, you were actually having fun. Were. Everything was going fine at first, but you couldn’t help the fact that all the underage drinking around you was making you feel quite uncomfortable. You obviously knew it’d happen, and it wasn’t the drinking itself that made you feel uneasy - it was how it made some people feel like their actions were okay.

Teenage boys + a seemingly bottomless cup? Not always the greatest combination. Some of them weren’t so bad - in fact, the group dunk guys in the middle of the room screaming the lyrics to Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’ only improved the night. What made it worse, however, was the boy (whose name you didn’t even know) who thought that it’d still be a good idea to grind on you after you politely, and then maybe not so politely, asked him to stop over and over and over again. You attempted to step around him to get to the bathroom. He didn’t like that.

He grabbed your chest. “Where do you think you’re going, babe?”

Your eyes grew wide and you shoved him off of you. Anger poured into your veins and you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. He smirked. Without thinking twice, you brought your foot up to his shin and rushed past him. You should’ve listened to your brother.

Feeling like you were trapped in a labyrinth, you eagerly pushed past everyone. You needed to get out into the fresh air and away from whoever the boy was. When you got through the front door, you were met with a sparsely crowded front yard which left you slightly relieved. At least if he followed you, he couldn’t do anything. Although there were fewer people outside than in, anything he did would be a lot more obvious - he wouldn’t have the guts to do it.. right? 

Wrong. He stormed through the door almost straight after you and his face reflected something that was anything but happy. Fuck. He squared up to you, trying to make himself seem as intimidating as possible. It worked. You didn’t want them to, but your hands began to shake as soon as you looked the stranger in the eye. 

“Think you’re funny? Doing that in front of everyone?” His words slurred so badly that you struggled to piece together what he was saying. You opened your mouth to try and formulate a response, but the wind was knocked out of you before any noise could leave your lips. Pain simultaneously spread from your cheek and your gut and you doubled over. ‘All of this,’ you thought to yourself, ‘because I didn’t want to dance.’

He left almost instantly. Not because of guilt. Not because of shame. But because a friend had called him back inside because he was ‘missing out’.

You were disgusted. You wanted to cry, scream, shout at the people watching. You wanted to, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. They’d just say you were overreacting. So you left.

You walked as far as the street would take you, until you could no longer hear the music from the house. You reached in your pocket, pulled out your phone and dialed Dean’s number. When he picked up, you kept your voice as calm as possible whilst you told him the name of the road and the small store you were stood in front of. He asked what had happened - his big brother instincts instantly taking over - and he knew you were lying the second you opened you mouth. You were about to hang up. “J-just please, don’t tell Sam.” You pressed the red button.

The sight of Baby pulling up tipped you off the edge. The tears you’d tried so hard to keep back fell down your face. In seconds, Dean was out of the car and engulfing you in a hug. 

“I’m so sorry, De. I promise I-I didn’t drink, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Shh, sh, y/n/n. It’s okay.” He was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“He heard the call.”

You turned your head to the Impala, and sitting in the passenger seat was no other than Sam Winchester. Your heart dropped further into your chest and more tears spilled from your eyes.

You got into the car, pulled your knees to your chest and refused to make eye contact with anyone. The silence surrounding you lasted until the end of the street.

“Tell us what happened.” The voice was emotionless. 

“Sammy,” Dean could clearly see that you were distressed. As much as he wanted to know what had happened and why you were in such a state, he was aware that right now probably wasn’t the best time to ask.

“What? She’s big enough to go against the one thing I asked of her, so she’s big enough to tell us why she’s upset.”

“Sam-”

“Dean.”

You glanced at the older brother and saw that his knuckles were turning white. “Sam, I get that you’re pissed. I know that I shouldn’t have encouraged her to go and I know that you’re angry. But shut the hell up. Y/n should have listened to you, but she didn’t and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Our sister is obviou-”

“He came over to me. I-I don’t even know his name, but he was drunk,” you interrupted their argument, “a-and he started touching me. I didn’t like it so I told him to stop. B-but he wouldn’t listen.”

The car was deadly silent. 

“I-I kicked him, hard. In the shin. And I ran away from him but he followed me and he, h-he was angry. He shouted at me and slapped me and punched me and” you couldn’t hold it together anymore. Voice cracks turned into sobs, tear drops became floods. By the time you’d finished talking, Dean was parking the car at the bunker. You chanced a look up at Sam, fully expecting him to be staring straight ahead. His eyes were locked on you, his mouth parted slightly. Your brother’s eyes were full of pity and sorrow, and still a little bit of anger.

“I’m so, so sorry Sammy.”

Dean lifted you up, kissed your head, and took you inside. He tried to take you to your room; you refused. You didn’t want to sleep yet - your mind was still racing. You asked if it was okay for you to stay in the library for a couple of hours, and he said yes. Before he put you down, he held onto you for a few moments. Despite not making a sound, you heard every word he wanted to say. 

You didn’t sit alone for very long. The other Winchester knew where you’d be and decided to sit next to you. You weren’t mad. You didn’t know what you felt, but you knew you weren’t upset with your brother. He’d just been trying to help you and you just assumed that you knew better. Your hand rested on the table silently, and his reached up to join it. You couldn’t help the way it flinched away, in something that was almost like fear. You could almost feel your brother’s heart crack next to you. You hated this. You hated the way you were too scared to talk. You hated the way you felt some sort of fear towards your brother. You hated the way you had become so weak in such little time.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

damn this is so rushed and i feel like i ruined it even more with the ending but i had no idea what else to put bc my other ending idea just felt even worse but y’know what we’re gonna roll with it, thank you so much to everyone who read this far & thank you to @winchesters-favorite-girl for letting me take part in your challenge :)

[samwinlover-blog]

Tuck the World Away

Pairing: teenage!Sam x teenage!reader Characters: Sam, the reader, mention of a few others  Warnings: light swearing, some fluff, some angst, ya know a little bit of everything, no monsters au!  Summary: An overview of (Y/N)’s relationship with Sam over the years  A/N: Okay so I’m like really super proud of this one, idk why....so enjoy! Also I changed the tense for the first time so lmk how you like it! It was a little harder to write lol I kept finding myself saying “you” instead of “she” but whatever! Unbetad so all mistakes r mine:)

1990: Fourth grade

The elementary school’s doors seemed bigger and scarier than they every had before as (Y/N) walked in, clutching her mother’s hand tightly. She’d been there once before- to meet the principal and tour her new school- but it hadn’t seemed this terrifying back then.  

Her pigtails bounced up and down as she walked in, peering around nervously at the sea of new faces. They all seemed friendly enough, but a giggle or smile here and there wasn’t enough to make (Y/N) want to let go of her mom’s hand. 

The two of them walked to her classroom to greet (Y/N)’s new teacher. Mrs. Mayweather was a short, blonde haired woman with a kind face- dressed in a long floral dress that didn’t match the dreary weather outside. 

“Alright sweetie, I have to go to work,” Mary (Y/L/N) squeezed her daughter’s hand once before turning to walk back down the hall, “Have fun at your first day of fourth grade!” 

For a minute, (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with herself. Standing there awkwardly in front of the class, she felt completely out of place. Her pink shirt was too bright, her hair was too curly, and nobody else was wearing power rangers light up shoes. 

“Everyone, this is (Y/N).” Mrs. Mayweather chirped,“She’s new this year from California, everybody say hello! You’ll be sitting in the back row, Honey, the open seat just there.” 

Hi (Y/N), the class chorused, turning their heads to look at her and smiling. 

She gave a halfhearted nod at the rest of the kids, shuffling awkwardly to find her seat next to a brown haired boy in a striped shirt. “Hi, my name’s Sam. Wanna be friends?” He said almost instantly after she sat down, smiling big and bright and gap toothed. 

“I’m (Y/N), and, um, sure” She replied with a little grin. 

And even though she wasn’t showing it, (Y/N) was ecstatic to have made her very first friend in New York. 

1991: Fifth grade

(Y/N) had been going to Pratt Elementary school for a little over a year now, and had adjusted quite nicely. She made friends in her 4th grade class, which she then carried onto 5th grade, and discovered her love of reading through a boy named Sam Winchester.  

Ever since the two of them became friends (Y/N)’s first day of school, they’d been attached at the hip. She taught him how to braid hair and he leant her a new book every week from his dad’s collection- which, as far as (Y/N) knew, went on forever. 

Recently at school a rumor had been going around that Jenny Longmeyer and Billy Tang had kissed under the twisty slide at school. And as a result, even though they knew it probably wasn’t true, kissing seemed to be (Y/N) and Sam’s main topic of conversation. 

One sunny afternoon, just after school got out, the two of them were sitting under their favorite tree waiting to be picked up. It was hotter than usual, and (Y/N) was squirming around in her sticky, wool-lined sweater, really fidgeting to no end. 

“What’s the big deal with kissing?” Sam asked randomly, sighing and leaning back, “I just don’t get it.” 

“Me neither- have you ever seen any grown ups do it?” She responded, absentmindedly running her hand over her initials carved into the tree’s trunk- right along side his. 

“Nope,” Sam shrugged, “Only in movies. And even then- seems a little weird.” 

“I don’t know....” (Y/N) turned to him, “Maybe we should try it- just to see what everyone’s talking about.” 

Sam considered it for a moment, “My dad told me I could only kiss the girl I was gonna marry,” 

“Oh come on!” (Y/N) hit his shoulder and whined, “Quit bein’ such a baby about it, Sam!” 

“Alright, fine.” He said, rubbing his arm, “On three, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“One.....” 

Both their hearts started thumping and they didn’t exactly know why. 

“Two.....” 

(Y/N) leaned in and closer her eyes, Sam did the same. 

“Three!” 

The two of them butted their heads together, pecking each other on the lips before pulling apart just as quick. It was awkward, half a second long, and everything you’d expect out of a first kiss. 

(Y/N) rubbed her mouth in confusion, “Huh, that wasn’t all it’s chalked up to be.” 

“I didn’t mind it,” Sam said shyly, chees going red before saying, “Hey, if you don’t end up marrying Billy or Charlie or anyone else in our class.... wanna marry me? 

She thought about it for.a second before shrugging and saying, “Sure, why not! I gotta go though, my Mom’s here- see ya tomorrow, Sammy!” 

1992: Summer of sixth grade “Sam!” (Y/N)’s vice shrieked over the phone, “What middle school are you going to?” 

“Uh, one sec, lemme see.” He responded, the rustling of papers ringing in (Y/N)’s ear, “Thoreau School- please tell me you are too.” 

“On ho,” (Y/N) already felt herself starting to cry, “Sammy, I’m going to Emerson.” 

She heard him gasp over the phone, “What’s going to happy? (Y/N) are we still gonna be best friends forever??” 

(Y/N) looked down at her wrist, at the bracelet fastened there that was twin to one on Sam’s ankle, “Yeah, Sammy, we’re always gonna be best friends forever.” 

“Promise?” 

“Pinky promise.” 

He let out a sigh of relief. 

1995: Freshman year  The first day of high school wasn’t exactly what (Y/N) had thought it would be. 

She’d watched all the movies, read all the magazine articles, so she pretty much knew what to expect. Yet, still, when she walked into her first da. of freshman year, everything was pretty new. 

The kids were bigger than they had been in Middle School, wore less clothing and smoked in the bathrooms- something (Y/N) had never done before. She’d walked in with her two best friends, Liz and Hannah, linking arms as they all tried to navigate the halls of their new school. 

Freshman orientation was the first class they headed to, and met the rest of their grade. The way schools worked in Inlet, New York was this: there were two elementary schools, three middle schools, and only one high school. So (Y/N) found herself surrounded by a lot of people she'd never met before, or only knew from 4th and 5th grade. 

The perfect example of this was the boy she found sitting to her right, someone she hadn’t thought about in a long, long time. Sam Winchester 

She remembered they used to be best friends in elementary school, but then went to different middle schools. In 6th grade, they’d tried to keep in touch, but the inevitable had happened and they’d grown apart. After about a year, it got ot the point that they didn’t talk at all. 

Back then Sam had been lanky, awkward and nerdy, but not anymore. Not at all. The guy (Y/N) found herself staring at was nothing like the kid she used to know. 

Puberty must have hit him like a truck because he was god damn beautiful to her. Muscles seemed to bulge out of every inch of his tanned skin- which was almost glowing in the low light of the auditorium. His too-long, parted in the middle hair had been cut, and now hung about his face with just the right amount of shagginess to it. 

When he turned to smile, she saw the white of his teeth flash, “Hey, (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah... Sam Winchester?” 

“Yeah,” He chuckled, “It’s been.... years.” 

“I know, She breathed, “Uh, what do you have next?” 

“History,” He replied after looking down at his schedule, and then back up to her face. 

“Me too!” She said, too loudly, too excitedly, “I mean, yeah, I have history too.” 

But his face lit up, “Which one are you taking??” 

“AP Ancient Greek studies,” She said sheepishly, it was such a nerdy class to be taking as a freshman. 

“Me too! Can I walk you to class? Maybe we have the same teacher,” He smiled and picked up his bag, nodding towards the stairs and telling you to lead the way. 

1996: Sophomore year  (Y/N) had been dating Sam for a little over a year now, and was completely in love with him. 

With him she felt free, wild even. LIke she could dance on tables or run through a storm without a care in the world, and he felt the exact same way. Their relationship was defined by their loose idea of love, and loving each other. Neither he nor she really knew what the word meant, but they did know it was what they were feeling. 

(Y/N)’s idea of love was shaped by her parent’s example, watching sappy rom-coms with her friends and reading Romeo and Juliet on a rainy day. Her idea of love was spending all afternoon lazing around with Sam, tucking the rest of the world away from a few hours. Or getting lost in a corn maze like they had that one time on halloween, and laughing their asses off until Dean had to come find them. (Y/N)’s idea of love was Sam’s crazy, unkept hair in the morning- wild, off kilter and breathtaking. 

Sam had a very different vision of love, and the girl he was in love with. 

He took inspiration from the thousands upon thousands of books he’d read, because he didn’t have two parents to look up to. He looked towards his brother’s love, and knew that what he felt with (Y/N) was just as deep- even though it was a different type of love. Sam had learned from a young age that love was what you made it, and he’d decided that he was going to make his love with (Y/N) last. 

But the first step to doing this, was telling her. 

So one rainy night, when the two of them were curled up together in (Y/N)’s car, he leaned over and whispered it in her ear. 

The sound of the rain almost drowned it out, and when (Y/N) didn’t respond at first he got nervous. But after a moment he heard a sniffle, and went to touch her face. 

He quickly found tears wetting her cheeks, rolling down in thin streams to collect at the collar of her shirt. For a second he wasn’t sure how to react, how to respond. 

But when he asked her why she was crying, she just whispered back it was because she loved him too. She told him she’d loved him since fourth grade, when they sat together in the back of class and drove Mrs. Mayweather insane. She’d loved him when they carved their initials into their favorite weeping willow, and she’d loved him when they’d kissed for the first time under that same tree. 

He was the one crying now and he didn’t know how to respond. All he knew was that she was real, everything they had was real. And even if neither of them understood what love really was, he knew just from the tone in her voice that they were going to make it. 

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[boyshoujo]

u don't even know me but u already kno me and my personality?? wow u must be a sorcerer.................. but im indeed problematic, and ummm i don't like filet o fish??? i hate her but we go to mcdonald's almost everyday and im forced to eat something so it's the only choice i have........ the meat and chicken at mcdonald's tastes like plastic but that damn fish tastes REAL!!! she isn't fake..............

yea Whatever….. a few days ago u told me that “filet of fish gives [you] emotional support” ???? but when i out u suddenly u hate her??? what’s the truth :/

what’s wrong with hadaka shitsuji???? its a funny game!!! don’t u like the main character tomoaki?? he’s the only good main character ive ever seen in my life and he’s a sadistic bitch??? i love sadistic binches cuz they are like me!!! i felt like “i” was in the game when i saw him, he killed everybody and i was proud of this ugly fuck cuz thats what i would do if i was in this game,,,,,,,,,, i would do more fucked up things than him but anyway, i don’t like fedoras!!!!! i just like that dude-

LFSJLKFSJKSF bceuacuse IT’s A BAD GAME!!!!!!!! ITS BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! actually you remind me of tomoaki???? a lot???? gotta add that to ur callout list……………

-cuz he’s funny and btw he’s the one wearing a purple jacket and his name is hashizuka and that fake loser who is a cheap version of sergei is called junichi :/ and tbh i send u furry asks cuz ur the only one who accepts me for who i really am,,,,,,,,, like i sent some arcana blogs some asks about fucking a fictional goose and a donut kink and they just said “what the fuck” and ehh they’re so serious?? like chill its just a joke jfc sharon :/ i go to their pathetic edgy blogs and this is how they treat me???? i just wanted to cheer ur edgy ass up sharon don’t act like ur 70 dammit just accept a joke lol

LFKSKFSJK bicht i’m literally 0.00039 seconds into the game u rec’d and???? /?? ??? literally ALL of the guys r pathetic???? they go to a school called Charming Cherries lFKJLF AAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THIS does this mean the principal guy is a Veteran Cherry…………………..binch…. that’s Why he wears a fedora………………………………..i accidentally picked the annoying know-it-all guy so i’ll go for him first and then mayb try the ceo guy……dONUT KINK,,,,,,,,,,,,,, , > >>>???/ ??/ ?? ??? ?? no offense but i’d be like ???????????? GET OUTTA MY INBOX???????? HOW DARE U COME IN AND DISRESPECT MY BRAND LIKE THIS??? ?? ?? ?? ? ………….anyways i wanna hear about the donut kink LOLIKR!!!!!!! !  ! i hate people who r too serious………………………i mean…. im actually p serious Tbh but some people on this website can’t take jokes????? i saw a shitpost where this person was like “some of yall need 2 get mugged lol” and people were like “why do u want people to suffer so bad??? SHOULD I JUST DIE THEN!!! DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!!!!” and im like …………… wtf chill Ashley lmao………

i feel like if i ever met u we would be the best friends ever?? actually i would be the one who’s crying cuz we both have the same taste?? ik a lot of characters like segrei and vincent so if u want me to tell u their names im gonna say it in another ask, and i like how u don’t judge me unlike all of my new friends ;^( i had a friend in middle school in 7 grade and i told her a lot of weird shit and she didn’t judge me??? she was a true friend indeed……………….

give me more sergei characters 👏👏👏👏 also DW im deFINITELY JUDGING YOU LMAO but im amused and laughing at the same time?? sometimes u send me asks and im like ???? ????? ? ?? ?? ?? ? ? ????????wtf lmao ? ??? ?

im sure if we talked more ur gonna find out that we’re literally friend-mates= 2 lonely binches who got the same taste in fictional character and idk but we would be the best bff’s ever tbh?? ur the friend who i have been searching for years?? everyone finds my thirst and my “weeaboo” ass (although im not a fuckin weeaboo im just thirsty for fictional characters!!) too weird and they always say “u can’t take ANYTHING seriously!!” like?? im 5???? why should i take anything seriously?? im not 70??

gfgfg bicth? i don’t even know anything about you, how can we be friends!!!!! WHO ARE YOU!! ! !! ! we should make a Lonely Bitch club but the requirements to enter are: do u play otome? would u body slam lucio into the pavement??? would u fuck the goth fish from finding nemo?? r u a thirsty ho????

i thought u would say “she’s a thot lol” and u would agree with me that she’s a thot??? if we didn’t know each other im trying to know her??? im trying to be friends with her????? how am i going to be friends with her if i didn’t talk to her?? fuck that shitty book??? im more important???? im sure she can read that damn book at her home and not in school!!!!!!! she should study like the rest of us………. and she shouldn’t study HER book!!!!!!!!!!!!

JKSJLSJKSJF i just realized, all of my friendships w/ virgos happened bc they woULDNT STOP TALKING/BOTHERING ME LOL this is why i love virgos…………. ur like stray cats that just never stop meowing until u let them in……maybe u should bother her more FKLSJFKJFS and she’ll finally crack

if i ever tried to read a book it should have pictures in it cuz i don’t want to imagine all that shit by myself!!!!!!! just add a fucking picture jfc…………….. i was exactly like that when i was a kid and im still the same??? i haven’t changed much tbh and im glad???? im glad i still have that silly trait of mine lol 

no offense but READ?????????? imagining things is fun??????????????? books r so much fun????????? wtf???rn im reading a book about some ugly french guy from the 18th century with a Superhuman sense of smell who kills girls to make The Ultimate Perfume or whatever?? im barely like 50 pages in, but he killed his first girl?? and literally shoved his nose up her ass?? it was wild?????? books r wild??????

we’re going to study about christopher columbus this year and his ugly face is in my book???? like bitch why u gotta curse my book with ur disgusting face???? im going to roast this bitch when we get to his part in the book and everyone is going to ask me: “binch y are u angry???” and im like “why don’t u do some fuckin research sharon abt this ugly fuck and then ur going to understand why im angry” like get out of my book u lil bitch!!!!!!! that dam book is cursed now!!!!!!!

👏👏👏 END HIm

I LIKE TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER TOO!!!!! im just kidding but what’s ur favorite season???? mine is winter cuz uhhhh its winter???? everyone who hates winter is canceled??? lucio loves summer and is canceled????

fall-winter???? bc halloween…….. and american thanksgiving is fucked up bc it essentially celebrates the genocide of native americans but tbh……..i love turkey…… (we eat roast turkey and mashed potatoes n pumpkin pie n stuff for thanksgiving)also i just love it when the weather gets colder??? i get to dress up??? and be fashionable??? when it’s hot, all i wear are t shirts and shorts which is Boring it doesn’t snow where i live though lmao and it’s typically warm year-round where i live :/ winter is the only time i get to pull out all my cute sweaters and jackets but some winters only get cold for 2 weeks lmao :—–/

so you’re american right???? which means u have halloween rn??? or does it start on 31 if im not mistaken???? sadly we don’t have halloween here……………………………………………. they consider it “an event where people worship satan” here lmao

halloween is only one day (31st) SKJKSJ

i think its hot if batman would ever judge me

KSJKFSJFKLJFSK i;m gonna frame this ask Bye