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It was no secret you and Loki got along for a variety of reasons, the main being you shared a deep  love for mischief and magic. However, you tended to lean more to the former, causing trouble for your friends and "family" (you didn't like to think of them as such), as often as you could. However, there was one thing about your friendship, and eventual relationship, that bothered Loki and you absolutely adored. The height difference. "Loki!!" You cried, hurrying for your future-fiance with a skip in your step. Loki glanced up at you from the library book he was reading while walking -a skill you never had-, giving you a small smile. It quic

Eren groaned loudly and leaned down, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. "(f/n), I'm tired." He mumbled. He trailed up to your neck and left soft kisses there. You giggled, lightly pushing him away as he gave you a halfhearted glare. "Come on, you promised me we'd go to the midnight premier." You said, nodding to the front doors of the movie theatre. You had been waiting in line for the past three hours, waiting for the doors to open. He pouted like a toddler and drew himself close once more, pressing multiple kisses to your neck and jawline. You tried controlling your blush as you pulled away, making him pout more. "How much do yo

“Tadashi! Are you almost ready?!  We’re going to be late, if you don’t hurry up!” you call out as you hurry up the stairs to his room. “(Name)?!” he calls back.  “Wait!  Don’t come up here!” But it’s too late.  You’ve already bounded passed Hiro’s side of the room and over to Tadashi’s side.  You stop and take him in.  He’s only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.  You can’t help but grin in amusement.  Crossing your arms, you lean against the corner of the wall, “Pokémon boxers, huh?” The bl

    “Please tell me this is the last box.” You let the box of books fall into place in the backseat of the Impala.     “Yes it is.” Dean shuts the car door and makes his way around to the driver side of the vehicle. “Let’s hit the road.”     Sam gets into the car, maneuvering his long limbs to fit in next to the wall of boxes taking up the middle of the front bench seat, Dean following suit on the other side. You walk around to get in the backseat with Cass right behind you. When he sees how crowded the backseat is, he lifts his eyebrows.     “Are we going to need another car?” He in

Playlist: 🎶 and  🎶 Marrying Y/n was the best thing to ever happen to Dean Winchester. The king of one night stands committed to a single girl, who would have ever thought? He would remember their honeymoon till his dying day. It was an era of happiness. His era of happiness Their wedding was a small affair. Sam was there and so was Cas. Y/n wore white and Dean wore leather. They all drove down to the courthouse, Dean barely had time to run a comb through his hair and grab the ring. He would always remember the look in her eyes as he put the ring on, how hard his heart was beating, the way he scooped her up in his arms when

"Son of a bitch! Sam!" Dean's deep growl ripped through the echoing bunker. You looked up from the laptop you were using to search for any kind of hunt at all, just anything to occupy the three of you, only to see a wide-eyed Sam racing to your table. His face was white as a sheet, and he crouched down behind your chair like a child playing hide-and-seek. You turned around curiously at the 6'4" hunter hiding like a 6 year old. "Sam, what the hell are you doing? I'd say you looked like you saw a ghost, but you'd probably be stoked." Your question was answered as a raging Dean came storming into the library, fuming as he looked around the roo

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FsyQTakUTM ~     Feeling the entire world around you collapse, you weren't entirely sure what to do. Whether it be fall to your knees and sob due to everything your had known in your life falling apart, or stand upright with your fists clenched and jaw set defiantly as if nothing was wrong. You rubbed your arms as the night grew chilly, legs swung over the side of the bed as you simply gazed down at the floor, thinking back to all your decisions and actions over the course of the past few years. Pinching your lips together, you harshly wiped at your eyes where the tears threatened t

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8H4Y6Exa4c~     It had been the first time in a long time where he actually looked peaceful, with his bronze locks falling over his face and head nestled in between his crossed arms, it looked as if he didn't have the entire worlds fate resting on his shoulders. His expression remained relaxed, one of serenity as every so often his nose would twitch and his brows would furrow. He groaned softly in his slumber, tossing his head and pressing his cheek against his arm to make it more comfortable. It seemed as if he didn't even plan to fall asleep, seeing that all his papers and work wa

You sat outside, leaning on the front of the Impala, watching the sun set. Sam had fallen asleep at about six o'clock, and Dean had his headphones in as he listened to music and letting the Magic Fingers do their, well, magic. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, rubbing your eyes and resting your hands on the Impala once again. You crossed one ankle over the other and looked at the falling sun, wishing it could ease away the tension in your body like it once could when times were simpler. You were stressed. Part of the job, sure, but there was this extra weight on your shoulders that hadn't been there before. It was tearing you up

Imagine taking care of Dean when he's drunk. Only for him to say things he shouldn't. “Come on Dean” you groaned, dragging him towards his room “Just a little more” Dean huffed and puffed, literally doing nothing to help in your situation. If anything he just put more weight on top of you. “Aww but I don’t wanna sleeeeep!” he whined like a little child “Uness it’s with you gorgeous” he said and winked, soon followed by a feat of giggles. It was actually cute to see him like this, and you didn’t get the chance very often. “I’m sorry Dean but that can’t happe