DeanxReader (Too Concerned)"Dean, I told you, I'm fine." A look of irritation was plastered on your face. You were trying so very hard not to get mad but, with Dean asking if you were alright over and over again was getting on your nerves.DeanxReader (Too Concerned) by MaitresseOvO
"Says the one who got injured," He countered back at you.
A few hours ago you, Dean, and Sam were on a hunt. When suddenly, you were attacked by a group of vampires. Unluckily for you, the heel of your shoe got caught in the deep crack of the cement floor while you were sprinting away. But the other two managed to kill the vampires before they got to you.
After dropping Sam off at a nearby motel, Dean drove you back to your apartment to rest and let your ankle heal.
"Dean, I'm just going to the bathroom..." You sighed as you carefully got up from the couch, minding your sprained ankle. "It's not a big deal." You knew the older Winchester was concerned for you but, there were times when he worried too much.
"Fine…" He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
DeanxReader (Can't Sleep)Silence…It was all that you could hear. Except for the occasional snoring coming from Dean, who was sleeping soundly next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist protectively. You glanced at the digital clock on the side-table, it was three in the morning . You sighed, it was the fifth time this week that you couldn’t get a wink of sleep.DeanxReader (Can't Sleep) by MaitresseOvO
After a few more attempts of trying to sleep, you decided to go to the kitchenette and fix yourself a drink. Taking a glance at the elder Winchester, you gently pried his arms off of your torso before silently descending to the door.
A couple of minutes had passed. You were sitting on one of the chairs with a cup of tea on the table. Leaning back and crossing your arms, you started to space off, thinking of all the possible things that could make you fall asleep. You didn’t even hear the sound of footsteps nearing you.
“(y/n)…?” A hoarse voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked
DeanxReader (Shut Up)You woke up to the loud ringing of a phone. Groaning, you try to block out the sound by nestling into the warm chest beside you. Still, it was a complete utter failure. You were sure that you left your phone at the coffee table of the living room so, you assumed it was Dean's.DeanxReader (Shut Up) by MaitresseOvO
Opening your (e/c) eyes, you were face to face with the older Winchester, who was half naked under the white covers. Both of your faces were just mere inches apart. Of course, Dean slept like a rock, so he wouldn't have heard the phone.
The ringing continuously went on and on as you sighed in frustration. With a bit of difficulty, you forcefully pushed Dean to the ground, evidently waking him up.
"Damn it, (y/n)! What the hell?!" Dean shouted. You noticed that his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Just answer your phone." You simply said as you delved into his pillow, face first. At this point, you were amazed to hear that the phone was still ringing. It was obviously important. Dean looked at you with an arched brow (sti
SamxReader (Inspiration)The whistles of the wind picked up at a fast pace as the cold breezy air hit your pale face, your hair in a complete disarray. You were seated at the back porch of your home, a notebook in your left hand and a pen on your right. It was already night time, and Sam hasn’t arrived yet since him and Dean were on another hunt.SamxReader (Inspiration) by MaitresseOvO
It was a habit for you stay up and wait for him, even when Sam kept telling you not to. But of course, you were too stubborn to follow him. Seconds passed before you looked up from what you were writing and took in the dark scenery before you.
Ever since your mother gave you a book full of classics you instantly took a liking to reading, up until it developed into writing your own stories. It was an undying passion, as comical as it sounded. Your eyes glanced back at the notebook that you were clutching and read the unfinished story that you were writing…
-Marianne was happy that they were together, no…she was more than happy that he returned he
Bonded by Fate NorwayxReader He was a man of few words, and he could be hard to figure out at times, but that didn’t mean that he was any less of a man. In fact, in a way, it almost made him something more to you. Lukas was smart, and at times could be rather funny in a blunt, snarky sort of way, but he was also kind... You just had to get to know him first.Bonded by Fate NorwayxReader by Driftingnotes
You knew about how hard it could be getting to know a person. You knew that some people didn’t like to open up immediately, and you could respect that. What you didn’t know was that even with all the experience you thought you might have had in this department, Lukas would manage to be one of the hardest cases you had ever been presented with. Even attempting to talk to the slippery man was borderline impossible. He had put you through hell and back to even begin to know or understand him, but... you had to say that getting to know him was worth all that time and effort.
It had taken you what seemed l
A Comfortable Lull, NorwayxReader Silence.A Comfortable Lull, NorwayxReader by Driftingnotes
Soft. Delicate. An almost fragile state. A state that Lukas had almost perfected over his long years he had spent on this planet. But this state was also one that he enjoyed sharing with the right person.
There were just a few people who were able to maintain this sort of silence with him. Many found the lack of words too awkward to be around, they always spoke, rambling and ranting as he just looked blankly at them because as they obviously didn't realize, Lukas quite enjoyed the soft buzz of silence. And you were one of the few that could actually respect that.
You lay with him on the couch, your legs wrapped and tangled around his as you lay on your side. Your fingers wove themselves into his soft, almost feather-like locks of silver hair, smiling up at him.
You hadn't even remembered falling asleep. You knew you had though, because the television screen was still on, displaying a fuzzy screen of static t
Cautious, RomanoxReader "Aw, you're so cute when you're flustered," you teased, laughing gently as you placed a soft kiss on your boyfriend's cheek, watching as his hazel eyes rolled to the side, looking away from you as he scoffed in an angry sort of way.Cautious, RomanoxReader by Driftingnotes
Pushing gently away from you, he finally looked down at you, and even then he only looked down after he could no longer feel the heat coming off his cheeks. "I'm not flustered..." he managed to grunt out, still walking beside you.
You couldn't help but smirk at the opportunity he gave you. Quickly, you moved towards him, your lips dangerously close to his ear. You wanted to make sure he would both feel the air coming from your lips as well as hear what you said when you whispered, "Flustered."
Lovino Vargas was certainly an interesting case, of that much you were certain. It took quite a long time before you could really truly know him, and then it took even longer for him to begin understanding you. Somehow you didn't ever mind though, not
A Delayed Start Pirate!EnglandxReader You were asleep, your dreams filled with not much of anything, as they normally were. You lay on your side, one of your arms stretched out on the mattress space beside you as if something, or rather someone, was meant to be under it. This someone, however, was already up and out of bed, getting ready for the long day ahead. His calloused fingers made their way up the line of buttons on his usual white shirt, buttoning each and every one in a quick succession.A Delayed Start Pirate!EnglandxReader by Driftingnotes
Arthur's scruffy blonde hair still sat unbrushed on the top of his head, not that brushing the tangled mess would help to tame the locks whatsoever. His usually bright emerald eyes were dulled by the little amount of time he had actually been awake this morning, but his hands still managing to move swiftly. Years of tying precise knots had managed to train Captain Arthur Kirkland's fingers to move quickly and precisely no matter what the time or place.
As Arthur got dressed, he continued t