#can't fight this feeling

[stilesdemonbaby]

Can't Fight This Feeling by Sophtly

Summary:

In which Stiles stumbles into friendship with Peter, and everything changes for the better...eventually.

Tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, PTSD, Healing, Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Oblivious Stiles Stilinski, Fluff, Good Peter Hale, Stiles and Derek are besties

Completed: 2022-09-02

Words: 23,812

Chapters: 11/11

Rating: M

#complete #words <30k #2022 #rating m #good peter hale #steter #fic rec #Can't Fight This Feeling #Sophtly

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Can’t Fight This Feeling Pt. 1

“For…me?” He asked.

“What?”

“You said… you said you wanted to look pretty for ME?”

You chewed at the inside of your lip. “Well, yea, Eddie!” You blurted out. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of have a crush on you!” You felt bold now.

“ME?” Eddie asked again, his eyebrows furrowed and his face showing genuine confusion. “Yes, you absolute shithead! On you! I have a big fat fucking crush on YOU!”

***Eddie Munson x Female Reader • 18 plus • 5.5k words***

cursing, drug use, pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, arguing and making up, eventual smut

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Detention again. Third time this month. Never ending cycle for you, it seemed. Just couldn’t get it together, your smart mouth had been getting you in trouble since you learned to form sentences. Especially when annoying teachers asked you stupid questions. Sometimes, the punishment was worth the satisfaction of whatever comment you made to land yourself in this room. 

After hours, the school was eerily quiet. You and a few others sat scattered in this room with Mr. Higgins behind the desk, feet propped up reading a magazine. He glanced over the top of the magazine every now and then to make sure all was well. 

You shifted in your desk, doodling on your notebook paper, and glanced at the clock. 4:05. Only 10 more minutes and you’d be free, riding home on your bike to heat up some canned semblance of food and play Super Mario Bros all night. Your mom was working 12 hour night shifts at the hospital, and she had recently splurged for the gaming system as an apology for being gone all the time. 

Movement out of the corner of your eye pulled your attention from the clock. A few seats in front of you, another detention regular and friend of yours, Eddie Munson was twisting his long and unruly hair into a messy ponytail on the back of his head. He had his nails painted black, fingers littered with heavy silver rings. You admired the tattoo on his arm, a cluster of bats flying across an implied sky. He was the freakiest of the freaks here at Hawkins High, a title which he seemed to be proud of most of the time. But as a freak yourself, you knew that it wasn’t always easy being different from most everyone around you. 

Mr. Higgins stood up and announced he was going to the “little boys room” and cautioned all 5 of you in the room to behave as he stepped out into the hallway. Getting up from his desk almost as soon as the teacher was out of sight, Eddie slid into the desk next to you. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” he said with a smile on his face, laying one arm out across the desk and laying his head down on it, looking up at you with big, brown eyes. All charm, he was. “I can’t be tamed,” you joked back. His eyes sparkled at your response.  “Hey, wanna smoke after we get outta here?” Eddie asked. “You can throw your bike in the back of my van, I’ll drive you home.” 

He looked up at you again, still sprawled out across the desk like it was the world comfiest bed. His face was just so hopeful, like he was worried you wouldn’t say yes. But, looking at him, you thought…how could you say no? So you didn’t, nodding yes as you went back to your doodle. 

“Mr. Munson,” warned Mr. Higgins as he walked back into the room, “Please get back to your assigned seat.” Eddie rolled his eyes and made a mocking face as he rose up and resumed his spot two desks ahead of yours. You glanced at the clock again. Five more minutes. 

****

Moments after everyone was dismissed from the after hours punishment, you and Eddie were walking together towards the parking lot. This was familiar. In the year since you’d moved here, you’d become friends with Eddie, who seemed to have a habit of adopting the newbies and loners. Part of you knew that he did it because he wanted to keep anyone else from feeling like he did. Ostracized and alone. Eddie didn’t have a lot of friends, but the ones he did keep close he loved fiercely. You were not sure if he held you in the same regard he did Dustin or Gareth but you were happy regardless, to have him in your life at all. He was hard to get to know, which was surprising considering his crass behavior at school, at The Hideout where his band performed, in public, at home, everywhere actually. But once you spent several hours long smoke and hang out sessions in each other presence, and broke past the outer edges of Eddie Munson… underneath was a soft and gentle person who was lacking confidence after years of struggling under the backlash he got just from being himself. 

His parents weren’t around, he had no siblings, his only family was his Uncle Wayne who, like your mom, worked long night shifts to pay the bills and keep them in the humble trailer the pair shared. You quickly learned that the acceptance and kindness Eddie showed to you (and others) was a reflection of what he was missing in his own life. He wouldn’t admit that, of course, but you didn’t need him too. 

Eddie slammed the door shut on the back of his van after tossing your bike inside, and you parted ways to either side of the vehicle, reuniting as you both climbed into your respective seats. He cranked the old thing up, it roared to life and Eddie immediately pressed play on the stereo, Flag of Hate by Kreator bellowed out loudly and he immediately started bobbing his head and tapping his ring clad fingers on the steering wheel as he began to drive. You smiled softly, just enjoying his energy. The drive to your house was short and neither of you spoke, the first song fading into another that didn’t even get a chance to end before his van was parked in the drive way of your small house. Two bedroom, one bathroom, in an ok part of town. Not the best but better than trailer park Eddie called home. 

He grabbed his faithful metal lunch box and hopped out of the drivers side, following behind you as you both approached the front door. 

“You got any food?” Eddie inquired, before you had even turned your key in the lock. You chuckled and offered “I got spaghettios?” To which Eddie replied by smacking his open palm on his own thigh, as if it was the best news he had heard all day. “That’ll do!”

Inside you heated up two cans of them on the stove in the small kitchen as Eddie sat at the kitchen table and rolled you each a joint, rambling about his latest ideas for one of his campaigns with The Hellfire club. 

“It’s called a Manticore,” he explained with excitement in his voice, “It’s got a fucking lion body, and a scorpion tale! So bad ass.” You nodded with approval, listening as you slowly stirred the pot. “That sounds…intense,” you said as you pulled two bowls from the cabinet.

“Oh, it is!” Eddie continued rambling, his mind so focused on his story that the paper sat in his right hand, open and halfway full of bud but still unrolled. His left hand was moving about dramatically, like an extension of his words. “Its got an armor class of 14 which isn’t that high but it has like, 70 hit points so it’s harder to beat.” 

“You are very attractive when you’re passionate,” you admit as you serve up the canned dinner. Eddie suddenly got very quiet. “Uh oh,” you tease, “is that a blush I see on your cheeks, Munson?” He goes back to rolling the forgotten joint and grins, “Shut your mouth.”

 You slide a bowl in front of him and sit down opposite. He brings the joint to his mouth, his tongue delicately drawing across the paper to moisten it slightly. As he runs it across his tongue, he looks up at you purposefully and the eye contact makes you feel warm all over. “Uh oh,” he says mockingly as he presses the final seal into the joint, “is that blush I see on your cheeks?” and he laughs at himself, like he is truly the funniest person alive, trading the joint in his hand for a spoon and shoveling in a bite of the food you served him. 

Sitting at your table, the two of you alone in the house, eating dinner with Eddie, about to smoke and talk for hours. None of it was out of the usual, as it had quickly become something you guys did at least once a week. However, lately you’d noticed subtle changes in the dynamic between the two of you. Sitting closer on the couch, your thighs touching. Lingering looks at each other’s bodies when either of you were up and moving around. Both of you were always quick with words, but the flirting had been turned up exponentially over the last few weeks. You felt like you could tell that whatever feelings you were developing for Eddie, he was developing too. But you were unsure. Scared to make things uncomfortable, you had never taken it just over the line. Never made a move. Eddie hadn’t either, to be fair, and the last thing you wanted to do was cross a boundary and make things weird with….well, the only real friend you had at this point. 

As both of you finished your food, Eddie scooped your bowl up and placed them both in the sink. “Such a gentleman,” you cooed sarcastically. “Can you wash em, too?” 

“Sorry, sweetheart. No deal.” 

In unison, you both picked up one of the joints Eddie had rolled and moved towards the front door. Outside in the haze of the dimming sky, you sat side by side on the small concrete slab in front of your door. Backs leaning against the door you had just come out of. You both let your legs stretch out in front of you, your feet lining up right next to his ankles. You wiggled your toes to draw his attention to the height difference. “Midget,” he teased, passing you the lighter from his pocket. You held the flame to the end of the joint, the paper crackling as you puffed to draw the heat into the herb inside. Eddie watched you take a big puff and hold it in as you handed the lighter off you to him, where he mirrored your actions. 

You leaned your head back against the door, exhaling suddenly when the pressure in your chest became too much. Relaxation already creeping out from your core. “Shit, I love weed,” you said bluntly and Eddie cackled, choking on the hit he had drawn into his own lungs. “Jesus,” he said between coughs. “Marry me now.” You pushed your shoulder into his at the comment, but the words felt good to hear. 

“You know, I never was a stoner until I met you. I mean, I’d smoked now and then, but you completely corrupted me.” 

Eddie beamed at you, a toothless grin on his face as he took another hit. “I have that affect on people, it’s a talent of mine.” 

Your eyes lingered on the profile of his face, hard and soft at the same time. Full lips and prominent nose. Slightly squared chin. Cheeks that wrinkled as he smiled. His eyes were big and bright, always looking like he was in wonder of the world around him. His face was expressive and you loved that. Never had to guess what he was thinking. Which is why now, as you studied him, you saw a slight frown and were unsure what could’ve caused it. 

You took another hit and gauged the energy between the two of you. It felt like there was heat buzzing between your shoulder and his. As the sun set further, the evening breeze blew and made you shiver, though the early fall air was nowhere near cold. You wanted to say something, but not sure what, so you settled on, “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Yea?” He asked, plucking a loose piece of bud off his bottom lip and flicking it from his finger to the ground. 

“Yea.” You assured. Didn’t feel the need to explain why. 

“Me, too.” He replied after a moment. Didn’t feel the need to explain why, either. 

You finished your smoking in silence, both of you just staring off at the darkening sky. 

“I know it’s lame but I get a little scared being here by myself at night,” you admit. Eddie chuckled, “You?! You’re like, so not the type to be scared of the dark.” 

“I am not scared of the dark.” You insisted. “I’m scared of what’s IN the dark. Potentially. Possibly.” 

“Ok, that’s fair…” he trailed off. “I’ll protect you.” He insisted, place a large hand on your thigh. Your stoned mind immediately focused on it, staring down at the hand. He withdrew, apologizing, and you realized he probably thought your reaction was BAD because you were so stunned by the sudden contact. He’d never touched you anywhere other than a quick hug, your shoulder maybe. The hand on your thigh felt so personal. 

You apologized back and tried to explain through your stumbling words than you hadn’t minded the touch, in fact you liked it, but you were awkward at this point and too high to make much sense so you trailed off without even making a solid argument. 

“What I mean is….my mom is always gone at night and sometimes I get paranoid. Especially when I get high by myself. Focusing on every sound I hear, you know? The house isn’t big but it’s empty and I’ve watched….a lot of horror movies.” 

“I get it,” Eddie said. You knew he did. He spent a lot of nights alone, too. “I could stay.” He offered suddenly. “You know, on the couch…”

You smiled at him before practically yelling, “SLUMBER PARTY!” 

He laughed with his whole belly, “Will ya braid my hair?” 

“Mmhmm, only if you paint my nails black like yours.” 

At this comment, he held his hands out and wiggled his fingers, like he himself was noticing the polish for the first time. “You like it?” He asked, and you could just hear in his voice that he really needed to know, on a deep level, that you did. 

“I definitely do,” you reassured him, reaching out to grab the hand closest to you and pulling it up in front of your own face. “I definitely, definitely do…” and suddenly, something in you prompted you to delicately place a kiss on the largest knuckle. A quick and tender display, Eddie was surprised by it. But he never moved his hand a centimeter, like he was hoping you’d do it again. Silence settled between you both again. This happened a lot. Two people who were known for their smart mouths, for some reason when you were together, there wasn’t always a need to speak. 

“I got cotton mouth like a bitch,” he said with a dazed look on his face. You chuckled, dropping his hand and pushed yourself up off the concrete. Eddie followed, you both heading inside to get something to drink. Pouring glasses of ice cold black cherry Kool Aid, Eddie chugged his down quickly and slammed the cup down on the counter, signaling for a refill. He had stains on either side of his lips already from the dark red drink. “Have I mentioned that you have the dietary habits of a 12 year old?” He taunted. You stuck your tongue out at him before taking a long drink of your own, and he continued with, “but I do too, so that’s alright.” 

“Can you imagine us in 10 years, almost 30 and still eating frozen waffles and dry cereal by the handful?” You giggled out. “I would eat dry cereal with you for the rest of my life, honestly,” Eddie said like the idea was truly the dream of a lifetime. “I’d eat dry cereal with you, too.” 

Romantic and suave, weren’t you? The exchange felt like a confession of sorts. Awkward again, you glanced towards the living room and asked Eddie if he wanted to play your Nintendo. He agreed and you both spent the next few hours playing and dying and playing and dying on repeat. Talking shit to each other. Laughing. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes not at all. At half past nine, you started to yawn. Eddie took this as signal to leave and stood up, stretching his arms out to release the tension he’d developed from being hunched over on the couch. 

His stomach peaked through the bottom of his shirt, a glance at his smooth skin and trail of hair made you stare even if you knew you should probably avert your gaze. “Well,” he said loudly, bringing his hands down placing them on his hips. “I guess I better get going.”

You frowned whole heartedly. “I thought you…were going to stay.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you were serious.” 

“Oh.” You said softly, glancing down at your lap. “Ok, yea. It’s fine.” You stood up to help usher him to the front door. 

“No,” he protested. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to. I just…” he trailed off. 

You stood there frozen, urging him with your eyes to finish his sentence. 

“I just didn’t know if you were sincere about it.”

“Eddie, when have I ever not been sincere?” you asked him earnestly. “I’d probably sleep better than I have in weeks if you’re here to, ya know, be the first line of defense against things that go bump in the night.”

He laughed a little. “I see. So, I am the sacrifice. The distraction so you can make an escape?” 

“Right, right. Glad we are on the same page.” 

You headed off down the small hallway and came back toting a pillow and blanket, to see Eddie stripping himself of his shoes and taking his long chain wallet off and placing it on the coffee table. 

“You can take off your pants,” you offered. He gasped and placed a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. “You think I’m that easy?” 

Eyes rolling, you tossed the pillow onto the couch behind him. “No. You’re not easy at all.” You muttered, stopping next to him and looking up. You reached to the back of his head and hooked your finger under the hair tie that held his messy hair back in the ponytail he had fashioned hours ago in detention. Slowly you pulled it towards you, freeing his unruly mane. “Not good to sleep with your hair up,” you explained. “Causes breakage.”

Loosening the hair with his fingers, he shook his head. “Can have that, my hair is what draws the babes my way.” For the second time in a 60 second period you rolled your eyes. “Oh yea. Same with me.” You said, tossing your own hair side to side to match his energy. 

He leaned forward then and delicately, just the way you had done to his knuckle, placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. “Goodnight,” he whispered against you. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” You whispered back and then you were gone, walking to your bedroom and turning lights off along the way. 

You crawled into bed and melted there, so tired and heavy from the way the high had worn off. You felt safer than you had since God knows when, just knowing Eddie was in the living room.  You drifted off quickly, thinking of the subtle romantic gestures that had taken place between the two of you tonight. A slow smile spread on your face and before you knew it, morning came. Sunlight pouring in your window woke you. 

Eddie was gone. Blanket folded neatly and sitting on top of the pillow. You were sad in unexpected ways to see the couch empty. You settled in the spot where you assumed he had been, the pillow smelling like him. Oh man, you thought. This is….

Your thoughts trailed off. Afraid to finish the thought. Afraid to admit anything even to yourself. 

****

“Morning, sunshine!” Eddie bellowed from behind you, making you jump slightly. You hadn’t seen him coming, face buried in your locker. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Good,” you answered honestly. “Really good.” 

“I know. Trick question. See, I went to wake you up and tell you I was leaving but you were literally snoring and drooling so…”

You turned RED at the thought of Eddie standing next to your bed watching you sleep. “I do NOT snore,” you insisted. “Uh, yea. You do.” He insisted right back. 

“But it was like, not foghorn quality - don’t worry. It was like a cute baby bear.” He continued as you both walked down the hall towards first period. 

“A baby bear?” You toyed with the idea, trying to decide if the mental image was embarrassing or endearing. “That weed knocked me on my ass. Plus, I knew I was safe. With you being there, and all.” 

Eddie stood next to your desk as you sat down. He leaned over the desk, arms on either side, the weight of his own body causing his muscles to flex. “Would you like me to stay with you more often?” 

You gulped. “FUCK YES”your brain screamed, but instead you just coyly smiled and said “Sure, wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

“Settled then, I’ll swing home and grab some clothes and meet you at your place later tonight. I’m gonna bring a surprise.” 

And he was gone, the back of his blue jean vest and a giant DIO patch replacing his face in your line of sight  as he made his way to his own desk. You had no earthly idea what he could mean by that. A surprise. 

The day was long,  longer than a school day usually felt. As you biked yourself the few miles home, you found yourself excited in a strange and new way about Eddie coming over. Your stomach felt heavy, jittery. You zoned out, on auto pilot as you peddled the street your house was one. “Get it together,” you told yourself. 

Inside you washed up the few dishes from your spaghettio feast and tidied up a few bits and bobs. You went into your bedroom to change out of your school clothes, and decided on a pair of pajama shorts and matching tank top. Your mom had given you this set for your 18th birthday a couple months prior, and as you looked in the mirror at how the fabric hugged your curves, you were thanking her silently in your mind. 

Suddenly you felt self conscious, looking at yourself in the mirror. You never looked at yourself too much. You weren’t overly concerned with appearance. You were pretty enough. But something about Eddie made you want to be prettier. You headed to your moms bedroom with determination, rifling through her makeup. Smearing some blush and running the mascara through your eyelashes. A little lipstick. Satisfied with the job you’d done, you walked through the house glancing at the clock. Eddie should show up soon. 

As if in sync with your thoughts, you heard the rumble of his old van mixed with loud muffled music. The music stopped and you heard his door slam. 

He knocked twice, and you pulled the door open. He had a big smile, which dropped when he saw you. “What’s, uh….what’s on your face?” 

“What the fuck do you mean?” You said, instantly angry and embarrassed.

He held his hand up and gestured towards your face. “What’s all this?” 

“It’s makeup, Eddie. Jesus Christ.” You moved to the side to let him in, feeling stupid. 

“No, I, uh, I get that. Just weird to see you with it on.” He said the words like he was truly uncomfortable and it did NOT help. 

“I just got bored waiting for you,” you explained falsely, “ya know, playing in my moms makeup.” 

You both chuckled awkwardly as Eddie dropped his bag on the floor next to the couch and you shut the door behind him. You noticed he was holding something behind his back, and you welcomed the change of subject by inquiring as to what it was. 

“It’s the surprise!” He said excitedly. From behind his back he pulled the biggest bong you’d ever seen in your life. 

Your eyes widened, “Eddie, are you joking?” 

“What? Don’t think you can handle it?” 

“I absolutely do NOT think I can handle it!” You squeaked out. “Are you trying to kill me?” 

He laughed and set the beast of a piece down on the coffee table. It was at least 3 feet tall. “I’ll be here to help,” he said as if his presence would somehow change things. “C’mon,” he sauntered towards you, arms out, “don’t be a chicken!” He folded his arms up against himself, and began BAWK BAWK BAWKING at you loudly. 

“Oh my god,” you faked annoyance when really you wanted to tell him he was the most handsome chicken you’d ever seen, crossing your arms over your chest. It made your cleavage pop out over the top of the tank top and you noticed that Eddie noticed and he looked away quickly when he saw you catch on.

“I’m not a chicken, I just don’t want my mom to come home and find me dead on the floor because my lungs collapsed. How would you explain that?” 

“I would most definitely grab your body and run.”

“What would you do with my corpse?”

“Bury you somewhere nice. Pretty. Under a tree.”

“I’d haunt your ass.”

“I hope so.”

Silence again. Silence which usually never bothered you felt tense today. Not in a bad way, in an exciting way. You wondered to yourself if he felt the same.

“Anyway, I brought some of my new supply. It’s really good. All over body high. Makes you feel heavy and couch locked. Your favorite!”

He was right. You loved body highs over head highs because of the intense relaxation it gave you. Noodles for arms and legs. Heavy eye lids. Slowed breathing. It was like being half asleep and half away. “Thoughtful.” You teased taking a seat on the couch. 

“That’s me. Thoughtful.”

He joked, but he was. He was more thoughtful than he gave himself credit for. 

You watched as he broke down the weed and packed a big bowl. Nervous and anxious for more than one reason. But excited to try it. 

“You ready for this?”

He picked up the massive glass bong and brought it to rest between you both on the couch. It was intimidating, to say the least. 

“Will you help me light it?” You asked, sitting upright with your legs crossed. “Course,” he assured and positioned the lighter at the ready.

“It’s gonna be a lot. Just keep pulling until I take the bowl out.” You nodded to indicate you understood him and positioned your lips inside the wide mouthpiece. 

Eddie flicked the lighter, flame to weed and you began to inhale steadily. The long neck of the bong filled slowly with cloudy and thick smoke, your eyes widened as you watched, Eddie’s did too. 

“Keep going,” he encouraged. 

You did. Pulling until your lungs couldn’t anymore. You tapped at his hand in desperation to make him stop and he did, yanking the stem and bowl out of the whole and releasing the suction. All at once, the giant cloud of smoke cleared from inside of the piece and rushed into your lungs. You inhaled and it was like fire. Burning. You immediately felt your eyes begin to water. “Hell yeah!”  Eddie cheered with enthusiasm. 

Within seconds you choked and coughed out a cloud of smoke bigger than anything you’d ever inhaled. You coughed so hard you thought you’d hack up an entire lung. Your chest was tight. Your throat was burning. Your vision literally blurred. Eddie leaned forward to pat you gruffly on the back, and you gasped out “Water – I need water.” 

He jumped up and disappeared to the kitchen as you continued to choke, the smoke had completely stolen your oxygen. Sticking a cup of water in your face, you grabbed it and chugged for several seconds. 

“I’m dying” you gasped out. Eddie was laughing at you, but not in a mocking way. “Damn, girl. I am impressed!” He bellowed out. You looked up at him through the haze filled room and he reached down with one of his rough hands and wiped the tears that were streaming down your cheek. “Messed up your make up though,” he said, showing you his thumb which had black mascara smeared on it. 

“Oh god,” you groaned out, leaning back against the couch. “I’m dying.” You repeated. 

“You’re not dying.”

“I am. I am dying.” You ran your hand over your face, pushing your hair out of your face.  You still couldn’t breathe right and you felt hot all over. 

“That was some of the….hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” Eddie said, not taking his eyes off your heaving chest. 

“Seriously?” You spat at him. 

“What?,” he asked innocently. 

“Don’t be shy now, Munson. Are you being serious?” 

He bites his lower lip a little before saying “yea” and you immediately cracked up. 

“What? What?!” He asks. “What’s so funny?”

“How in the hell,” you say through your laughter,” “can you possibly think me coughing to the point of tears and drool is hot?” 

Eddie threw his hands up in defense. “I don’t know! It just is! Geez!” He was laughing, too now. 

“I have smeared make up all over my face! I’m covered in sweat!” You started feeling yourself getting even more worked up than you already were. 

“I look like shit and, and, and” you stuttered as a sudden wave of emotion came over you, “and  all I wanted was to – to – god, fuck!” you swore as you felt your eyes well with tears. 

Eddie immediately stopped laughing. 

You hung your head down and hid it with your hands. You could NOT believe you were crying. What the fuck was in this weed? 

“Hey, hey, hey” he called gently as he scooted over to you. He threw his arm around your shoulders and shook you a little. “What did I do? I’m sorry!” He apologized for no reason. 

“It’s stupid,” you mumbled out through your hands. 

“Talk to me.” Eddie encouraged. 

“I just, I dunno….” You said lifting your face, eyes meeting his. “I just wanted to look pretty for you and you made fun of me and now I look like a sweaty prostitute!” 

You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “For…me?” He asked.

“What?”

“You said… you said you wanted to look pretty for ME?” 

You chewed at the inside of your lip. “Well, yea!” You blurred out. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of have a crush on you!” You felt bold now. 

“ME?” Eddie asked again, his eyebrows furrowed and his face showing genuine confusion. 

“Yes, you absolute shithead! On you! I have a big fat fucking crush on YOU! And I put on this make up and this tight ass tank top to show off my tits and got all nervous at the idea of you coming over and I’m a fucking idiot!” You continued yelling, getting up from the couch now to pace back and forth. 

“I know it’s weird and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross any lines. I just thought, fuck I don’t know what. I thought maybe you would feel the same! I’m so stupid!” You were pacing back and forth between the couch and the coffee table and Eddie was just staring at you with, for once in his life, a completely blank expression.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You whacked yourself with the base of your palm right on the forehead with each word. “Now I’ve probably completely ruined our friendship. You are the only friend I have to be honest, and things will be weird and GOD I just want to crawl in a hole!”

Eddie grabbed your wrist and yanked at you to try to stop you from pacing, but you wriggled free. “Just go, Eddie. Please. I’m so embarrassed.”

You stormed off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you and flinging yourself onto the bed. 

Burying your face in the blankets, you screamed into the mattress and kicked your feet. A tantrum. A true tantrum. Bringing your face up to get some air, you felt tears stinging your eyes again. 

What was wrong with you? You’d never felt this way before. Frustrated and angry with yourself, but also sad. You cared for Eddie in a way that you hadn’t even realized until just now. The feelings had bubbled up so suddenly. You wished more than anything you could turn back time and take it all back. You had just made a total fool of yourself and there was no way to un-do it. The realization that you had, in one moment, killed your friendship AND ruined your chances at more, was almost too much to bear. You felt your heart breaking. It had to be breaking. This hurt more than anything else ever had. 

You heard the sound of Eddie’s van crank up outside and your tears poured faster. You told him to leave, but halfway didn’t believe he would. The sound of the old vans motor faded and he was gone. 

You were left alone in the silence. Only the sound of your own sniffles and the hum of the air conditioning keeping you company until your sadness exhausted you to the point of unconsciousness. 

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Can't Fight This Feeling Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) Wheeler decides to stay in town after graduating, instead of leaving like everyone expected her to. Instead of college she gets a job at the police department, and starts to fall for her boss- Jim Hopper. And it seems like he is just as infatuated with her as she is with him. But will they be able to make their large age gap relationship work with all of the crazy things they experience in the upside down?

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Wheeler!reader

Warnings: swearing, age gap relationship- Reader is 19-early 20s while Hop is mid 40s, possible smut (we'll see how adventurous I am) cannon typical violence, death, smoking, insecurities, and I'm sure more things I'm forgetting.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 coming soon!

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Meeting Hop for the first time

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 2

Summary: Dean’s buddy Garth is getting married, and his ex, Lisa, is one of the bridesmaids. In a bid to stop his mother’s worrying and pitiful looks, he tells her he’s dating the girl who works in the office at the garage and that she’s his plus one. Now all he has to do is pray Y/N will go along with it.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Fake Dating

Warnings: Angst, fluff, flirting, idiots in love being idiots

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Fake Dating.  This hasn’t been beta’d. Any mistakes are my own! Text in italics are the lyrics to Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon.

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“Morning, sweetheart, you look pretty today. Did you do something different with your hair?” Dean said from the office door as he casually leaned against its frame.

“What did you do, Winchester?” Y/N asked, not even looking up from the computer, her voice laced with accusation.

“Why do you assume I did something?” Dean’s incredulous tone makes her look up from her monitor.

“You’re right. You only come in here willingly when you’ve done something or want something. I shouldn’t have assumed which,” she smirked at him. “So, if you didn’t do anything… what do you want?”

“That obvious, huh?” Dean questioned, rubbing a hand over his neck.

“Always,” she grinned. “You usually avoid my office at all costs, so I can’t give you more work, so tell me,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “What could you possibly want from me? Is another girl getting too clingy? Does she want more from you than one night? Oh, oh, oh, I got it! Did you pick up another bunny boiler and need me to let her down gently?”

“Hey! That was one…” Dean caved when Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked in disbelief. “Okay, that was three times!” Dean chuckled as he remembered the last time he asked Y/N to pretend to be him when he was desperate to get rid of ‘Stalker Anna,’ as he’d dubbed her. He couldn’t believe it when she’d thanked him for ending things.

“Alright, before you jump right in and say no, please, just… hear me out,” Dean walked over to her desk and sat opposite her. “So, you know my buddy, Garth, right?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, he’s getting married to this really great girl. The problem is that Bess is good friends with my ex, Lisa, and she’s a bridesmaid.”

“Okay… and this has what to do with me exactly?” Y/N asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

“Well, I had dinner at Mom’s yesterday, and she asked about the wedding and how I felt about going alone and seeing Lisa, and I kinda told her I was seeing someone…”

“Dean, if you think I’m gonna set you up with another one of my friends, you are sadly mistaken-” Y/N accused.

“No, that’s not… just listen, please?” Dean’s face was wrought with guilt and desperation, quickly making her frown and give him her full attention. “She got so excited because she’s desperate to have another girl in the family, this one closer to home than Eileen, and when she asked me who, I said the first name that came to mind.”

The guilty look on his face now made perfect sense, and she knew without him saying it what was coming next. Still, she needed to hear him say it. “Dean, who did you tell her you were seeing?” 

“I, uh, told her I was seeing you. Please, don’t get mad at me. Just listen,” Dean was quick to try calming the storm clouds descending over her. “I was going to ask you to be my plus one for the wedding anyway, as a friend, but when Mom asked about Lisa, I just… I saw her look of hurt and pity, and I just couldn’t… I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it, I promise, but I needed to tell you because-”

“Dean, sweetie? You here?” Mary’s voice rang out through reception.

“Your mom’s here?” Y/N whispered, her eyes going comically wide.

“I’ll fix it, okay? Trust me,” Dean mouthed back to her, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“There you are! I hope you aren’t distracting Y/N from her work because you’re dating now!” Mary grinned happily, her tone teasing.

“No more than usual, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled sweetly, trying to hold in her panic. Hearing Dean chuckle made her relax slightly. That simple sound told her she had sounded much more confident than she felt.

“Glad to hear it. Listen, I’ve got some errands to run in town, but I would love it if you could join me for lunch later. I’d like to get to know the woman my son’s been hiding from me for the past few weeks,” Mary said, her smile wide and bright. Genuine. 

“Mom, I-” Dean began but was quickly cut off.

“Sure! We’d love to, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled softly, trying not to laugh at Dean’s eyebrows reaching his hairline in shock.

“Great! And please, call me Mary, sweetie,” she winked. “I’ll see you both at the diner later. Say, at one?”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled as he stood to hug his mother and press a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait! Bye, son. Y/N,” Mary waved her farewell and headed back outside.

“You didn’t need to do that, sweetheart,” Dean said, but his soft features showed how much he appreciated her playing along.

“I know,” Y/N nodded. “But I know how much she worries about you, and I don’t wanna upset her, and I don’t want you going to that wedding alone. Especially when your ex is gonna be there.”

“Really?” Dean sighed with relief.

“Yeah, we’ll do everything we need to do to pretend we’re dating until a little after the wedding, and then we can tell your mom that we’ve decided we’re better as friends or something. What do you think?” Y/N’s voice was soft and full of care, and he knew he owed her big time for this.

“Are you sure? Because if not, I can go to lunch with Mom and tell her the truth. I don’t wanna force you into something you’re uncomfortable with,” Dean’s eyes seemed to beg her to be sure, but she knew he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to.

“Who said you’re forcing me? And who said I’m uncomfortable?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at his question. “Listen, Dean. I’m doing this as your friend. I’ve been in your shoes, remember? At Jo’s wedding in May?” Dean nodded in recollection. “My ex left me because I was holding him back, and he wanted to play the field. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with Jo’s bridesmaid, Bela. 

“He was her plus one and… well, you know how fun that wedding was for me,” she scoffed to emphasise her sarcasm. “My only saving grace was you and Benny keeping a smile on my face and having Donna there to bitch about Rick and Bela with,” Y/N explained with a sad smile.

“That’s right… what was it we were calling him? Rick the prick with the teeny tiny dick!” Dean said, and they both laughed at the memory. And damn if he didn’t love the sound of her laughter.

“Trust me, Dean, I wouldn’t wish what I felt that day on anyone. And the stares… God, they were the worst! So yes, I’ll be your date for the wedding. We’ll fool your mom so she doesn’t worry about you, and only if you’re comfortable with it, I will hug you and kiss you and squeeze you and stare all doe-eyed at you. We’ll make Lisa jealous!” Y/N giggled mischievously.

“I owe you big time for this, sweetheart. Anything you want. Name it. It’s yours!” Dean’s relief and enthusiasm made her laugh.

“Word of advice? Never offer a woman anything she wants, De. Trust me, you never know what she’ll ask of you, and it will not go down well if you say no!”

Dean left her office with a grin, a wink and a skip in his step and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. For now, she decided, she’d ignore the pang in her chest, and the feeling in her stomach that told her pretending to be in love with the guy she was actually in love with was a really fucking bad idea.

Dean straightened his tie for the hundredth time, got out of the Impala and walked up to Y/N’s apartment building. The wedding had snuck up quicker than he’d expected, and he now realised how awful this idea was. He couldn’t remember why he thought it was a good idea to say he was dating Y/N, and he had no idea how he would get through this without his real feelings making themselves known.

Sure, he couldn’t be happier that he’d have someone on his arm when he bumped into his ex for the first time since their split, and that, Dean told himself, was why he’d said he was dating Y/N. The only other reason he could think of for this… stupidity was to have an excuse to see her dressed up and take her out for the night. Spend some time alone with her.

The irony that he could’ve made his life easier by asking her on a date wasn’t lost on him and made him chuckle. He never did anything easy. He was a Winchester, for God’s sake. Easy wasn’t a word in their vocabulary. Dean took a deep breath and knocked on Y/N’s door.

When Y/N opened her door, he felt his jaw drop. She looked stunning. Her hair had been curled and pinned back in a low bun, and the cerulean blue and floral maxi dress skimmed the floor. The split in the skirt showed pale pink, peep-toe heels that matched the flowers on her dress perfectly. She’d gone heavier with her makeup, the natural pale pinks and light browns he usually saw her wear replaced with deeper shades of pink, blending into dark purples and heavier eyeliner and mascara framing her lashes.

“Wow, you look stunning, Y/N,” Dean said with an awed smile adorning his features. 

“Thank you, Dean. You scrub up pretty fine too! I have to say, I never thought I’d see you out of denim and flannel!” she giggled. “Come in for a second, I’ll just grab my purse, and we can go.”

“Sure, take your time, sweetheart. We’ve got plenty of time,” he glanced around the homely apartment. It wasn’t girly by any means; it was warm and calming. The sage green walls, cream carpet, and oak furniture gave the living room a country house feel. Walking to the sideboard, he smiled at the framed photographs of family and friends proudly resting there. Y/N had a beautiful smile, and it was even more evident in the candid shots she’d chosen to frame.

“Ready?” Dean asked as she stopped beside him, flashing him one of those breath-taking smiles she had. He held his arm out for her to take and led them to the door. If there was one thing his parents had instilled in him since he was a young boy, it was to always be a gentleman in the company of a lady.

He waited patiently by her side as she locked up and let her hook her arm with his again as they journeyed to his car. He slowed his pace to ensure she could keep up in her heels and held every door open for her.

Taking her hand, he helped her get into Baby. He waited patiently while she made herself comfortable, concealing the view of her fixing and straightening her dress before sitting back on the aged leather seats. “You good?” Dean questioned softly, winking at her smile and nod of agreement before he checked none of the material of her dress was hanging out the door and closed it.

He walked around the back of the car and opened the driver’s door, sliding seamlessly into the vehicle. He put the car in drive, headed out of the parking spot, and took the road to the country club.

The ceremony was beautiful, and the bride was stunning, as were the bridesmaids. Y/N had noticed Lisa eyeing her and Dean several times through it. She didn’t think Dean had seen; if he did, he didn’t react. Y/N did, though. She couldn’t help herself. She knew what Lisa had done to him, and it made her feel sick whenever she looked over at the brunette. Keeping someone around because they love you and are a good father figure and role model to your child, knowing full well you don’t share their feelings, was wrong on so many levels.

Dean was better off without that toxicity in his life. He was such a good man and didn’t deserve to have been used like that for so long. It broke Y/N’s heart. Lisa wasn’t being subtle either, trying to catch his eye, no doubt to throw him a perfect smile. We’ll see about that! Y/N thought as she moved closer to Dean and slid her arm up his back, rubbing his shoulder blades gently and laying her head lightly on his shoulder. Lisa frowned for a split second before she checked herself and smiled again.

Dean loved the attention Y/N was giving him, glad that she would give her all to this fake relationship to fool the room full of his friends. He glanced down at her, noticing the soft smile resting over her features as she watched the bride and groom say their vows to each other. He nudged his shoulder slightly, getting her attention. Y/N lifted her head from its perch on him and looked up, smiling wider. He couldn’t resist and threw caution to the wind as he leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers.

He kept the exchange brief, knowing it wasn’t the appropriate time for more than a peck. Still, as Y/N smiled wider and returned her gaze to the bride and groom, he kissed her hair softly and put his hand on her thigh, wishing with everything in him that this was all real.

Dean glanced up at Lisa and noticed she now had a furrowed brow. He wondered if Y/N knew Lisa had been trying to catch his attention, and that’s why she’d done what she did, or if it was the romantic setting they found themselves in that had that effect. He’d have to ask her later.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!” The officiant declared. All the guests stood and erupted in rapturous applause and whoops, showing their love and appreciation for the newlywed couple. Y/N was quick to loop her arm through his before she continued to applaud as the happy couple walked back down the aisle.

If either of them had seen Lisa walking down the aisle, they didn’t acknowledge it as Y/N’s hand slid down his forearm and clasped it with his. Once again, Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her, this one lasting a little longer while remaining appropriate. If they’d seen her, they’d have seen the sad torment cross her features as she saw them together and realised this was something she couldn’t get between. They were clearly in love with one another, and that was something Lisa would never be able to compete with. Nor did she deserve a second chance with Dean after what she’d put him through.

The guests mingled, taking advantage of the free bar while the wedding party took photographs. Y/N slipped off to use the restroom and freshen up her makeup, wanting to make sure she played her part as Dean’s girlfriend perfectly.

“Hey, Dean,” Lisa said, interrupting his thoughts and making a chill run down his spine.

“Lisa. How are you?” he asked to be polite, although he was glad this was happening now and not when he had more to drink.

“Uhm, I’m good, thanks. You?” Lisa asked with a sad smile.

“I’m great!” he smiled genuinely. Today that was true. He did feel great, but he knew it was because Y/N was on his arm for the day.

“So, you and the hot girl from the garage, huh?” Lisa smirked, but Dean saw the sadness behind her eyes. He was long past caring about her and her feelings. In fact, he felt a sense of pride that Lisa was the one who seemed to be holding onto a smouldering flame.

“Y/N, yeah. She’s amazing!” Dean responded, a softness coming over him that Lisa had never seen in him.

“Are you happy?” Lisa asked, already knowing the answer and cursing herself for torturing herself further. It was clear from a million miles away that he was happier than anyone had ever seen him.

“Yeah, I am,” Dean said, smiling brighter than the sun as Y/N appeared by his side and slid her hand up his back, rubbing comforting circles over his tense muscles, telling him she was right there. She’s got his back. She’s got him.

“Y/N, you remember Lisa? Lisa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Dean reintroduced the pair.

“Hey Lisa, it’s nice to see you again!” Y/N smiled and held her hand out to the bridesmaid. Lisa’s brow furrowed as she tried to remember when they’d met before. “How’s your son doing? Ben, right?”

“Uh yeah, he’s doing good. Thanks for asking,” Lisa was genuinely touched she’d asked, especially as she couldn’t remember being formally introduced to Y/N before. Then again, she never took much interest in Dean’s life or the people in it.

“Lisa! Come on, the photographer needs us!” Another bridesmaid called over to her, and she turned back to Dean and Y/N.

“Sorry, I have to go, but it was great to see you both again,” she smiled and excused herself.

“Well, that went… well?” Dean looked down at Y/N, and the relief on his face was as evident on his face as it was when his shoulders slumped and relaxed.

“Yeah, it did. I don’t think she remembers me, though,” Y/N chuckled. “I mean, I only met her what, like five or six times?”

“Yeah, well. Lisa always was a little self-centred. Anyway, I need a drink. What’s your poison?” Dean grinned at her.

“A big glass of wine,” Y/N hummed. “Like a really big one!” she and Dean laughed as he put his arm around her waist and led her to the bar to get their drinks.

“Not this again!” Y/N chuckled incredulously. “Why is everything with guys about the size of their dicks?”

“Hey, I’m being a good friend here asking if he took care of your… needs, but by your defensiveness, I’m gonna guess no. Ricky with the little pricky didn’t know how to satisfy you.”

“You really hate him, don’t you?” Y/N tilted her head in curiosity.

“He hurt you! You’re my friend, and I’ve got your back, always. So yeah, I hate him,” Dean defended her. “You don’t?”

“Honestly, he’s not worth the energy. When I think about things… like really think about them, we weren’t well suited. And you’re right, Dean,” she giggled. “Rick is a prick with a teeny tiny dick who doesn’t know how to drive that stick!”

Dear Lord, I’ve gotta ease off the wine! Y/N thought as she burst into laughter at her awful attempt at poetry.

Dean threw his whole body into his laugh. His head reared back, he stamped his foot and slapped his thigh, the other arm clutching his stomach. “Oh man,” he said when he finally calmed down. “I knew it! He just gives off that vibe, you know? Overcompensating all the time.”

She hid her amused smirk behind the wine glass and took a drink. “Seriously, Y/N/N,” Dean’s tone was serious now, and she turned to give him her full attention. “If you ever need some help, I’m available,” he grinned and pumped his eyebrows cockily.

Y/N choked on her wine, making Dean slap her back. “Hey, I’m kidding, sweetheart! Don’t go dying on me!” Dean chuckled.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that!” Y/N laughed once she’d stopped coughing.

“So, it wasn’t the thought of sleeping with me that made you almost choke to death?” he smirked, trying to act cool about it, but he needed to know.

“God, no! I just wasn’t expecting you to offer your… services to me, that’s all,” she said with a shrug, and Dean felt more relief than he probably had a right to.

The band began playing the opening cords of REO’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and a small smile settled on her lips. Dean knew she loved this song. God knows why, but she did, and to see that beautiful, subtle gleam of happiness come over her was stunning. Before he knew what he was doing, he stood and held his hand out to her.

“May I have this dance?” Dean asked with the brightest, most charming grin he could give her. 

“Really?” Y/N asked in disbelief, her eyes narrowing when he nodded his head. “You want to dance to REO Speedwagon? I thought you hated them?”

“Ah, this song isn’t so bad. And I know you love it, so… do you wanna?” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal. The corners of his lips curved when her eyes lit up when she nodded her head and put her small hand in his, letting him lead her to the dancefloor.

Dean’s arms slid around her waist and gently pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. Y/N’s arms circled his shoulders, and she rested her head on his chest as he began to sway them around the dancefloor.

I can’t fight this feeling any longer And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear ‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

A content sigh escapes her unchecked, and she feels Dean’s voice rumble through his chest before she hears it. “You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asks her quietly.

“Yeah, I'm good, Dean.” she smiled, loving the feeling of being in his arms, and Jesus, does he smell good! Her smile widened when she felt Dean’s lips on her hair.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“If this was part of your plan to make Lisa jealous, I think it’s working!” Y/N giggled. “She looks like she wants to kill me… or you. I can’t tell who she’s glaring at!”

“Oh, it’s me, sweetheart. No doubt about that!” Dean chuckled. “I always told her I don’t dance, and I don’t…”

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I’ve been running ‘round in circles in my mind And it always seems that I’m following you, girl ‘Cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find

“What?” Y/N asked as she moved her head off his chest to look into his sparkling emerald eyes. “Then why are you dancing with me?” she frowned, and he smiled at how cute she was.

“I already told you. I know you love this song, and we’re at a wedding and I just… want you to have a good time, is all,” Dean responded quietly, but he pulled her in closer to him and held her just a little bit tighter.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“So, it’s not to make Lisa jealous?” Y/N was confused, and again, Dean couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.

“Honestly, sweetheart? I forgot she was even here,” Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. It remained a closed-mouth kiss, much to her disappointment, but in no way did it feel forced, and hope bloomed in her chest that, just maybe, Dean did have feelings for her.

‘Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

“Thank you for this, seriously. I would’ve been miserable and would probably either be blind drunk or have left by now if it wasn’t for you. I don’t deserve a friend like you, sweetheart. I really do owe you one,” Dean smiled and leaned down to place a sweet peck on her forehead.

Y/N’s smile dropped as his words sank in, and disappointment settled in her stomach. He still only saw her as a friend. She’d tried not to get her hopes up that this might turn into something real, but as the day went on, she started to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about her.

Once again, she reminded herself she wasn’t his type, and they’d never be more than friends. One look at Lisa confirmed that. She knew he’d go looking for someone to spend the night with as soon as he dropped her home tonight because she probably wasn’t even good enough to be his one-night stand.

Part Three >>

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamons @deans-baby-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731

Can’t Fight This Feeling Tags: @lilred91 @seppys-return-to-madness @im-totally-not-dezi @deanoxwinchester

#tell me a story bingo #can't fight this feeling #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #au!dean #au dean winchester x reader #fake dating

[blogformusicandthatsit]

#REO Speedwagon #Can't Fight This Feeling #Wheels Are Turning

[midnightfire1222]

I finally finished a new fanfic! Hope you guys like it! It's called 'Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore' (pretty much like the song, which is included in the story at some point.)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46830271

FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14227171/1/Can-t-Fight-This-Feeling-Anymore

DA: https://www.deviantart.com/midnightfire1222/art/Can-t-Fight-This-Feeling-Anymore-960259776

#sonic fandom #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #sonamy #sonamy fanfic #songfic #can't fight this feeling #reo speedwagon

[drmothmaam]

13 and 28 for the music asks!

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Admittedly, I don't listen to a lot of 80s music. 😅 But I guess I'll have to go with "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon.

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

I, of course, have to go with something from STARSET or MNQN cuz Dustin's voice is like magic to me 😅 I'll go with "Everglow" by STARSET.

Thank you so much for the ask! 😊

#music ask #ask game #reo speedwagon #can't fight this feeling #starset #everglow #dustin bates

[hauntingsoundtracks]

Lisa Frankenstein, directed by Zelda Williams

Can't Fight This Feeling, JoJo

#lisa frankenstein #zelda williams #JoJo #can't fight this feeling #music #soundtrack #Youtube

[lazycowboynerd]

#these give me lifeee #barry manilow #mandy #phil collins #against all odds #celine dion #it's all coming back to me now #reo speedwagon #can't fight this feeling #eric carmen #all by myself #song recs #Spotify

[getthatball]

REO Speedwagon - Can't Fight This Feeling (Official HD Video)

Because this 1⃣9⃣8⃣4⃣ ballad from REO Speedwagon​ is part of the excellent @airmovie soundtrack filled with lots of period-accurate music! #CantFightThisFeeling

#youtube #REO Speedwagon #Can't Fight This Feeling

[oneawkwardcookie]

What started out as friendship, has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear 'Cause I feel so secure when we're together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

#my 911 soundtrack #reo speedwagon #can't fight this feeling #911 fox #buddie #i can just imagine them playing the opening and then cutting after (at most) two lines #it's also the right music era to actually make it onto the show! #op

[munkedupmusic]

Fulfilling another request here. Another awesome one from Jenna!

This was a challenge to get right, But I think its such a feel good tune so I made it work!

Hope you like it!

#alvin and the chipmunks #music #aatc #chipmunk music #alvin seville #glee #can't fight this feeling #rock #Youtube

[sarahthebanished]

Can’t Fight This Feeling Pt. 3

“I should’ve seen it coming,” Eddie said and the words made your face twist with uncertainty. “I am incredibly charming.” He continued.

You chuckled nervously. “That you are.” You agreed with him. Even now, he was charming. And you wished he would stop it. Stop being charming. Stop being funny. Stop being cute. Stop being silly. Stop being so nice. Stop being Eddie.

“I guess I didn’t realize…I just didn’t know that I felt that way, until it all bubbled out.”

“Like diarrhea,” Eddie concurred with you.

You grimaced. “Yea. Like diarrhea.”

***Eddie Munson x Female Reader • 18 plus • 2.9k words*** 

cursing, drug use, pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, arguing and making up, eventual smut

Part One | Part Two | Part Four

Grabbing a pot from under the cabinet and digging out a can of spaghettios, you sat both next to the can opener while Eddie looked around, pretending to be so interested in the décor he’d seen a hundred times before. “Here ya go,” you said gesturing at the items, “I’m going to get out of these wet clothes.”

You excused yourself and quickly made your way to the bedroom and shut the door behind you. You leaned against it for a second to gather your thoughts. Eddie was clearly trying to make the situation better, if for no reason other than he felt sorry for you because this was the second time in a week he’d seen you cry and heard you word vomit your emotions out like Regan in The Exorcist. You were hopeful it meant you could at least be friends, if he could ever forget you’d told him you had feelings for him and if you could ever…stop having them. Unlikely. Even through the awkwardness all you wanted to do was grab his face and kiss him.

Rolling your eyes at yourself, you pulled off the damp clothes you’d been wearing when you were caught in the rain and dug through your dresser drawer for something more comfortable. Not at all wanting to draw attention to yourself as you had the last time Eddie was over, you settled on an old pair of sweats and a slightly oversized Iron Maiden shirt. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror above your dresser, you saw how pitiful you really looked. Hair frizzed from the moisture. Cheeks and nose flushed red from emotion. Eyes puffy. “Whatever,” you thought, turning away from yourself. “Not like it matters now.”

Escaping from the seclusion of your bedroom, you found Eddie standing by the stove stirring his canned meal. “You only got out one can?” He questioned when he saw you approach. 

“I’m not hungry,” you said flatly, sitting on the couch and crossing your legs in front of you. Through the cut out above the sink, Eddie peaked from the kitchen into the living room, his eyes searching for you. His gaze found yours and he grinned. You wanted to punch him. Stupid fucking grin.

“So, uh, did you pass the math test?” He asked, making the most painful small talk you’d ever heard in your life. “Don’t ask me if I did, cause we already know the answer to that one.” He tried to be funny.

“Yep. Got a B.” You mumbled in response. His face fell at your flatness, and he turned back towards the stove. You felt sort of guilty, he was at least trying. You knew you should, too.

Clanking around in the kitchen let you know he was serving himself and soon he was rounding the corner, bowl in hand. He sat on the other end of the couch and held the bowl out like a peace offering.

“Wanna bite?”

You smiled warmly, and scooted towards him. “Maybe just one.” Eddie scooped up a small spoonful and held it out to you. “Hot.” He cautioned.

You pursed your lips and blew lightly on the steaming spoon, noticing Eddie was doing the same, mimicking you like a mom feeding an infant would do. You laughed. “You are like, a full on mom right now”, you teased him, before taking the spoon in your mouth. He looked at you with that same stupid fucking grin before shoving his own bite in, holding his mouth open breathing quickly in and out to cool it off. He hadn’t offered himself the same caution he had offered you.

Silence fell again and this time, it felt just a tiny bit more normal. Maybe you could go back to being friends after all. Maybe there was hope.

“You ever gonna get tired of spaghettios?” You inquired. Eddie ate several cans a week. “Why would I tire of your signature dish?” He smirked as he took another bite.

“I just wanna say…” you began, loosing your words for a second when his eyes met yours. “I just wanna say that I’m sorry. I really am.” It’s all you could manage to get out.

“It’s alright,” Eddie assured and you got a little annoyed that he said it, like you had anything to be sorry for in the first place. You were just being honest with him and yourself, something you found very difficult to do, and it had bitten you in the ass.

“I should’ve seen it coming,” Eddie said and the words made your face twist with uncertainty. “I am incredibly charming.” He continued.

You chuckled nervously. “That you are.” You agreed with him. Even now, he was charming. And you wished he would stop it. Stop being charming. Stop being funny. Stop being cute. Stop being silly. Stop being so nice. Stop being Eddie.

“I guess I didn’t realize…I just didn’t know that I felt that way, until it all bubbled out.”

“Like diarrhea,” Eddie concurred with you.

You grimaced. “Yea. Like diarrhea.”

He nodded his head a few times, indicating that he understood what you meant.

“I totally understand that I crossed a line and I just really hope….I just hope that we can still be friends.” You explained a little further, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“You did cross a line,” Eddie began, shoveling the last bite of spaghettios into his mouth. Your ears burned at the allegation. You could’ve evaporated right there.

“A line I’ve never crossed with any of my friends before,” he continued, “I mean most of my friends are dudes so….but that’s not the point,” he shook his head and refocused himself. “I’m just saying that, I don’t have…and this might be a shock to you….I don’t have a lot of experience with romance.”

Eddie stared at you like he expected you to be surprised, to act like there was no way possible that he, Eddie The Freak Munson, wasn’t a lady killer.

You stared back. Blinking. Unsure what to say.

“What I’m trying to get at is…” he sat the bowl down on the couch cushion in the space between you and turned his body inwards to face you. “What I’m trying to get at is….”You nodded to signal him to continue.

“I don’t know how to tell if a girl likes me because well, I don’t think any girl ever actually has,” he said the last part quietly like he was ashamed. You pursed your lips and waved a hand dismissively. “Yea, right.”

“I’m serious. I’ve never had a girl make a move on me before and it totally freaked me out.”

“Wow. I’m sorry to disturb you so deeply.” You said coldly, because his words had hurt a little.

“No – shit – no. That’s not what I mean. Jesus.” He got flustered with himself, you could see the thought process all over his face as he took a moment to center his thoughts. “I didn’t know how to react, ok? I was high as hell and my brain has a 2-4 business day processing time.”

That made you laugh. He visibly relaxed at the sound. You did, too.

“Eddie, you’re my only real friend. My best friend, even. I don’t click with anybody the way I do with you. I don’t want our friendship to be ruined. I just really wish I could take it all back.”

Eddie looked at you, really studying your face, and you felt a little self conscious under his gaze.

“You mean that? You want to take it all back?”

You nodded firmly, “Yes. I do.”

Eddie turned away and his eyes darted across the room a few times. “Alright,” he said, grabbing the empty bowl and hopping to his feet. “It’s taken back, then. Be kind, please rewind. Erased forever.”

He moved quickly to the kitchen and roughly placed the bowl in the sink. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it affect our lovely friendship,” he hissed out. “Guess you came to your senses. Glad to hear it!”

He was suddenly mad and you didn’t really know why. You unfolded your legs and stood, trying to calm him. He shoved your hand away, showing mild aggression you really had never seen before.

“Thanks for the food. See ya.”

And he was gone. Slamming the door behind him. Before you could even process what had happened, you heard the engine turn over and his tires squeal as he drove away.

“What the fuck just happened?”You asked yourself as you stood, suddenly alone in the living room. “I mean really, what the fuck just happened?”

******

The rest of the school week was a slow burn. Uneventful. Boring. Eddie had, without missing a beat, gone right back to treating you like a friend. Which was surprising, considering how angry he had seemed when he stormed out of your house on Monday afternoon. Now it was Friday and the events that had caused an earthquake in your life seemed so far away, but you still felt the after shocks.

Rejection was something you didn’t have much experience with because you never put yourself out there to begin with, but “if this is what it feels like,” you thought to yourself, “I won’t be doing it again any time soon.”

Eddie was being nice to you but there was something missing. Your interactions felt robotic. He hadn’t lingered his eyes on you, there was hardly any banter. He hadn’t asked you to hang out or smoke even once since that day and you usually got together several times a week.

When the final bell rang, your eyes scanned the halls for him, his head bobbing just a few inches above everyone else. Pushing through the crowd you called to him. He didn’t hear you, or ignored you and kept walking. You caught up with him eventually and tugged at his shoulder to get his attention. “Eddie, hey…” you said catching your breath for a second. “Wanna come over and play video games?”

“Can’t. Hellfire,” he explained shortly by pointing at his shirt. The members of the Dungeons and Dragons club wore their shirts all together on game days. “Oh, right,” you dismissed your own request. “Sorry. I forgot.”

“Maybe we can hang out this weekend,” he countered, but it didn’t seem much like he meant it. You felt yourself shrink from disappointment and dropped your hand from his arm. “Ok. Yea. Have fun.” He barley smiled in reply and turned to continue on his way.

You half expected him to invite you to sit in on the campaign, he had many times before. Guess he just didn’t want you there. As much as Eddie was pretending that things were ok, you knew they weren’t. Dejected and down on yourself, you rode home on your bike slowly, letting the fresh air and afternoon sun bathe you as you tried to clear your thoughts.

At home you tried to keep busy. Did some cleaning your mom had requested of you. Dusting. Vacuuming. You cleaned out the fridge of….something that resembled food that had long been forgotten.

As you settled in, or tried to at least, for another night alone you replayed for the millionth time the entire scenario between you and Eddie.

“You did cross a line.”

“It really freaked me out.”

“Glad you came to your senses.”

You analyzed his words over and over. Behind the lids of your eyes, you could see him. His face. His face always said so much. Expressive. And the expressions he had in these memories were ones you didn’t see often.

Anger. Embarrassment. Frustration.

You’d made him angry. You’d made him embarrassed. You’d made him frustrated. It was all because of you. No wonder he was essentially tip toeing around you. He was probably still feeling all of those things.

Your chest tightened. You just wanted your friend back. You wanted him on your couch, smoking joints and watching a crappy horror movie. You wanted to talk until 2 am. You wanted to see his wide smile and hear his laughter. You wanted his presence.

“Ok, that’s it,” you said out loud to no one. “This has to be fixed.” You slid on your shoes and headed out the door with purpose.

*******

Knowing Wayne was gone for his shift, you didn’t even try to be quiet. You threw your bike down in Eddie’s front yard and began pounding on the front door. You could hear the rumbling of his stereo and through the small dirty windows, you could see light. You kept pounding.

“Eddie!” You hollered his name. “I know you’re up!”

A few seconds passed before the door opened. Eddie was standing there, pajamas on and hair wild.

“Hi,” was all he said, looking completely taken aback. 

“I need to talk to you,” you explained and pushed past him into the dimly lit trailer.

“By all means…” Eddie teased, opening his arm wide to welcome you even though you were already inside. “What’s so important that you had to come over at,” he peaked at his wrist watch, “11:56 pm?”

You probably should’ve been working on your speech on the bike ride over because now as you stood in front of him, the wind was very much gone from your sails. It was hard to be mad at Eddie despite how much you wanted to be.

“I miss you,” you decided to start there. “You completely blew me off today. Have been all week.”

Eddie scoffed and adjusted his stance. “I have been giving you space.”

“Well, I don’t want space!”

Eddie threw his hands up and they came down hard on his thighs. Exasperated. “I cannot keep up with you. I really fucking can’t.”

“I just want my friend! I just want to sit with you and do all the shit we’ve always done. I want you to spend hours at my house. I want you to tell me about your campaigns. I want you to play me your new favorite songs. I want you to sleep on my couch. I want to share a joint with you. I want –“

“Friends don’t do those things.” Eddie cut you off.

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“You think I’m sitting on Jeff’s couch for hours shooting the shit? You think I’m making fuckin’ mix tapes for Dustin? You think I’m offering to spend the night on Gareths couch because he’s scared to be alone?”

You were quiet. Scanning his face.

“Because I’m not. I’m not doing that shit. Because friends don’t do those things.”

It took you a moment to grasp the meaning behind his words. Your mouth fell open but you closed it again. Unsure what to say and desperate not to ruin the moment.

“Can I play you a song?” Eddie asked suddenly.

“A – a song? Right now?”

“Yes. Right now.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his bedroom. “And it��s kind of lame as shit, so don’t fucking laugh.” He explained as he drug you through the small trailer. “But it’s got really good lyrics.” He dropped your wrist and fumbled with his stereo, replacing the cassette that was inside with something else.

“Eddie, I really think we should talk more,” you pressed but he smashed his finger on the play button and shushed you.

“Please just…listen.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and tapped the space next to him to invite you to sit, too. You did.

The music filled the small space, it was definitely not the type of music Eddie usually played, and you sat waiting for the words to begin.

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer. And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow. What started out as friendship has grown stronger. I only wish I had the strength to let it show.”

You gasped slightly as the words sunk in.

“I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever. I said there’s no reason for my fear. Cause I feel so secure when we’re together. You give my life direction, you make everything so clear.”

You looked up at Eddie as the song continued. He was so close. Unbearably close. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his heart probably beating as quickly as yours.

“Eddie…” you whispered. He scooted his hand closer to you, wrapping his pinky around yours like it was all he could muster at the moment.

The song continued.

“I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for. And if I have to crawl upon the floor, come crashing through your door -baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.”

“I panicked the other day because…I had never, not in a million fucking life times, expected you to feel for me…the way that I feel for you,” Eddie finally admitted.

Suddenly it all made sense. Every bit of it. Puzzle pieces came together and you saw the big picture.

“I am –,” Eddie began again but you cut him off by slamming a finger to his lips.

“Please,” you begged. “Just, shut up and kiss me.”

Eddie embraced you suddenly and forcefully, chest pressing into yours as your lips collided. Your brain was static, nothing but a thousand fireworks exploding at once with the words “holy shit holy shit holy shit” on repeat. He tasted like weed and smelled like tobacco. His ringed hands found your face as he pressed into the kiss further, both of you partially melting under the sensations. Your lips finally parted ways and he held you there, inches from him, staring at you like he was convinced you were a mirage.

Then, as if he finally accepted that you were not an illusion, there it was… creeping across his face like a cloud in front of the sun. That grin.

That stupid fucking grin.

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[marvelslut16]

Meeting Hop for the first time

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Wheeler!reader (platonic at this stage)

Synopsis: Overwhelmed 14 year old (Y/N) sneaks out of her house and runs into recently returned Officer Hopper, and they unload on each other in the early hours of the morning.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing maybe? But none that I can think of.

Author's note: OMG I'm alive and so is this series? Who would of thunk it? These 10 hour days are kicking my ass, by the time I get home from work I'm too tired to write and I'm creatively drained. But I'm making a conscious effort to post more. So wish me good luck.

Everything is so loud: Holly screaming from the room next to mine, and the wails crackling loudly through the baby monitor attached to my Mom’s hip; Nancy listening to her Kate Bush’s The Dreaming cassette for the millionth time- far too loudly- to drown out the sound of Holly’s cries; Mike is practically screaming as his action figures fight in a life or death battle in his room; and my mom is calling for my dad to make a bottle for Holly and all dad does is turn the TV up a notch higher every time she calls down to him, pretending he doesn’t hear her.

Even in the dead of the night the house is too loud, my mind echoes the day's activities, and my brain hurts from all of the studying I secluded myself in my room to focus on. It’s hard to breathe when I think of all of the things I have to do. I have to wake up early tomorrow to make everyone breakfast since mom is still healing from having Holly, then I have to get Mike and Nancy up and to the table, fix Holly a bottle, feed burp and change her, quickly scarf down what’s left of breakfast, clean the dishes, get dressed for school, make it to the bus stop in time, go to school, come home, take a turn with Holly, help with dinner, clean the dishes, shower and then finally do homework into the early hours of the morning. 

I close my copy of the Catcher in the Rye and set my pencil down as I finish the first draft of my AP English essay on the theme of maintaining happiness and keeping up appearances that are clearly shown in the story. My open window and the cool breeze blowing in isn’t providing me with enough fresh air to breathe properly and to stop my rising panic. After a good five minutes of debating, I sneak out of the house for the first time.

I debate walking all the way to Jonathan’s house, but there’s no way Joyce wouldn’t tell mom if she caught me there in the middle of the night or sneaking out in the early hours of the morning. Well later in the morning, given that it's almost two already. I aimlessly walk for about ten minutes before I end up at the neighborhood park. It's been ages since I have been there in a capacity that isn’t watching my younger siblings. I breathe in the fresh air, plopping down on a swing and soak in the quiet and peaceful early hours of the morning. 

“What do we have here?” a gruff voice from behind startles me a few moments later. I jump from my spot on the swing and turn to look at the owner of the voice, getting my legs ready to run back to the house if I’m in danger. 

But instead I’m greeted by the most handsome man I have ever seen, he looks to be in his mid thirties, close to six and a half feet, he’s sporting a little stubble on his face, his blondish looking hair covered by his hat, and he’s wearing a Hawking police uniform. He must be the big city detective everyones been talking about, the one that just moved back to town. 

“Um, hi,”  I answer timidly, unsure if he and his big city ways will arrest me for breaking curfew. 

“What brings you to the park in the middle of the night?” the man asks, sitting down on the swing next to the one I’ve just abandoned. 

“I uh- I just wanted to get out of the house for a little while. It feels like my baby sister is always screaming, and then everyone else in the house gets louder to compete with her. I just wanted a break from the noise and from endless homework.” I’m not quite sure why I’m sharing everything with him, but it feels good to get it off my chest. I haven’t even told Jonathan, he’s been too consumed with cheering Will up after another broken promise from Lonnie. 

“Oh, so you must be the (Y/N) Wheeler, the one that just led Hawkins high to their first ever Scholastic Decathlon, and won.”

“I see my reputation precedes me,” I huff out, annoyed that that’s all anyone ever knows me as, the freakishly smart freshman.  

“Well you were in the newspaper for it,” I roll my eyes at his sly smile. “Your face was the first thing to greet me when I opened my newspaper on my first day back.”

“So you must be Jim Hopper, the war hero and big city detective,” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“I see my reputation precedes me too,” his whole body shakes when he laughs. 

“Well, when someone actually gets out of this town, people talk when they decide to come back.”

“Where are you planning to escape to after graduation?” he asks, and I don’t blame him. Anybody who has the chance usually runs, and with my intelligence I’m a shoo in at almost any University I could dream of, so it’s only natural to assume that I’ll run too. 

“I’m actually planning on staying here,” I sit back down on the swing and start to push myself back and forth. “Ever since I was four and I could read my picture books on my own, everyone assumed that I was meant for great things. My mom forced me to do more, to do better, and when I was old enough she forced me to join every academic club I could. I never got to be a kid, I never got to be in ballet like Nancy, and I couldn’t play with toys like Mike. I was a genius who’s meant to do great things, just something for my parents to brag about when they go to dinner parties. 

They put me on this pedestal, and I constantly feel like I’ll fall off of it the moment I do something to disappoint them. My mom expects me to be a doctor or a lawyer, or some big wig in a fortune 500 company. And no one has ever bothered to ask me what I want, what I like to do. I don’t even know what I like to do, I don’t have time for hobbies- if I’m not at school or doing homework I’m taking care of my little siblings. I just want them to realize that I’m not some perfect jewel that they can show off, I’m a person who’s bound to mess up and who deserves to have her own life and do what she wants to do.”

“The people here put me on a pedestal too,” he says after a minute, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette and lighter. “Back when I was your age I played football, I was the youngest starting quarterback in Hawkins High history.”

“You led the Tiger to their first ever football championship, they still have the trophy front and center in a glass case,” he shakes his head before lighting his cigarette. 

“The people in this town, my coach especially, expected me to play college ball, and I thought about it for a while, only disappointed everyone when I saw what was going on in ‘Nam and decided to enlist. But then they all expected me to be some brave hero, and I ain’t. I was just someone who wanted to see justice. So I went to New York and became a police officer there, and the people here thought highly of me ‘cause I was some fancy big city cop.”

“You still went on to do amazing things, you never really disappointed anyone,” I stare off at the monkey bars in front of me. “I know I’ll disappoint everyone, especially my mom, when I don’t go to any of the schools she has picked out for me. If I’m not their little genius, I’m nothing to them.”

“They ain’t worth your time if that’s all they see you as, even if they are your parents,” he tosses his now finished cigarette. “You have a good head on your shoulders, you’re bound to do good things, no matter what you choose to do after graduation.”

“Ya know, you’re a really good listener, and strangely easy to talk to,” I fight the tears that cloud my eyes, this complete stranger has made me feel more seen than my parents ever have. 

“Could you tell my ex wife that?” he cracks a small grin. 

“And you’re funny too?” I giggle. “I wasn’t expecting that with how intimidating you looked when you first caught me, I thought you were going to arrest me for breaking curfew.”

“If I catch you again, I may just have to,” he stands from the swing with a groan. “C’mon I’ll drive you home, ‘ll be sure to keep the lights off and go slow so none of your nosey neighbors notice.”

“Thank you,” I smile at him, forever grateful to him for listening to me tonight. “Have you thought about going on a higher pedestal and becoming the Chief of police? You’re a lot smarter and kinder than the rest of the idiots in that station.”

“I’ll have to start kissing the Mayor's ass,” I giggle again and thank him as he opens the passenger side door for me.

The car ride is spent in silence, with the exception of giving him directions here and there. He waits until I’ve climbed up the trellis and slip back into my room before he drives off, turning his lights back on at the end of the street. I sleep soundly that night for the first time in a long while, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I feel lighter, freer and happier. 

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 4 (Finale)

Summary: Dean and Y/N have finally stopped being idiots and given in to the chemistry between them. This is the filthy finale of this friends to lover’s mini-series. Honestly, nothing more to summarise. Just smut.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Bingo Square: Free Space

Warnings: 18+ Only, PWP, language, kissing, oral sex (m and f rec), fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, all the dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink 

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This pure filth is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Free Space. I’m not even entirely sure where this came from, it started with the intention of fluffy smut, but then we got that first trailer of Jensen as Soldier Boy and well… it went downhill from there!

This hasn’t been beta’d, so as always, all mistakes are my own.

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Stumbling through the door attached to Dean’s lips, Y/N shoved at his jacket, trying to get the offending material off him. He broke from her lips as he shut and locked his door behind them. Both pulled their jackets off and let them fall to the floor, abandoning them in favour of being as close to each other as possible. With her hands around his neck, Y/N pulled his lips back to hers in a messy, needy kiss. Dean’s hands slid under her shirt, a low moan sounding in her throat as he touched her warm, soft skin.

Y/N shoved him back and smirked at his look of sex-hazed confusion. She pulled her shirt off, dropped it next to their jackets and stepped out of her shoes. Dean grinned, looking down the length of her newly exposed body, his gaze lingering on her lace-covered breasts. Following her lead, Dean stripped out of his flannel and t-shirt. He stepped towards her again, his hands reaching out, finding her breasts as their lips crashed together again. Running her hands through his hair, she tugged gently, smirking at the whine he rewarded her with.

Dean’s hands moved down her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping his hands under the waistband, cupping them under her round cheeks, and squeezing, making it Y/N’s turn to mewl. He shoved the material off her hips, and she wriggled them the rest of the way down her legs, kicking them off. Dean’s hands slid back to her round cheeks, grabbing the skin and pulling her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to his bedroom.

He lay her gently on the bed, hovering over her body and dipped down to kiss her again, quickly moving his lips along her jaw and neck. Y/N laughed softly as his stubble tickled the sensitive skin there, her giggles turning to moans when he sucked a mark to her pulse point. His lips moved along her shoulder, and he slipped her bra strap down. Trailing his lips along her skin, he stopped to suck and nip gently at her collarbone before moving lower and kissing her breasts.

His arms slid behind her, and swiftly unclasped her bra. Pulling the material from her body, Dean exposed her hard nipples and lowered his mouth to suck on a stiffened peak. His hands skimmed around her sides and cupped a breast in each palm, giving a hard squeeze and moaning lowly at their soft heaviness. His tongue snaked out and traced over the swell of her breast and down towards the other nipple. Dean looked up with lust-blown eyes and twirled his tongue around the puckered nipple, flicking over it before sucking it into his mouth.

With a moan, Y/N ran her fingers through Dean’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp. The groan that rumbled from his throat made her smile. He switched sides, giving her other nipple the same attention before rolling it gently between his teeth. The jolt of pleasure through her body made every nerve hum in anticipation. Dean had barely touched her, and she was a mess.

Dragging his lips down her stomach, Dean’s hands grabbed her lace panties at the hips and pulled them down. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” Dean’s low, raspy voice sent a wave of arousal straight to her pussy. “Can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. Fuck, I can’t believe how wet you are already. Is this all for me?”

“Yes, all for you,” Y/N whimpered. “Please, Dean!”

“Please, what, sweetheart?” Dean smirked.

“Please, fuck me with your tongue!” she shamelessly begged.

“If you insist!” Dean cocked an eyebrow and lowered his mouth to her dripping core. Y/N’s head fell back with a moan as soon as she felt his wet muscle lick through her folds. The growl that erupted from him and how his hands tightened almost painfully around her thighs nearly had her coming.

Dean’s skilled tongue danced elegantly through her soft, silken folds, stroking the fire deep within her. He took her clit between his lips and sucked it gently, making her whole body jerk. She wrapped her legs over his shoulders, crossing them behind his back, trapping him right where she wanted him.

“Please don’t stop!” Y/N begged, feeling his smirk in her wet heat.

“Not ‘til you come, baby girl. You gonna come for me?” Dean growled out before pushing his tongue into her seeping hole.

“Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna come!” Y/N cried and threw her head back, eyes rolling to the heavens when every muscle in her body began to spasm. The release of pent-up energy and tension felt like nothing on this earth.

“So fucking sexy when you come!” Dean rumbled from between her legs.

Y/N untangled her legs and sat up. Reaching for his belt, her small fingers worked to undo it as quickly as she could. Not having the patience to remove it completely, as soon as the buckle was undone, she moved to the buttons of his jeans and pulled the denim down his legs. The bulge in Dean’s underwear was impressive, and Y/N’s mouth started to water, anticipating what lay beneath the fabric. Tentatively, she reached out and teased her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.  

“Shit,” she whimpered, eyes widening at seeing him. He was big, like she knew he’d be, but that wasn’t what stunned her. It was his thickness. She’d never seen anything like it and groaned when she touched him. Unable to close her fingers around him, she murmured a selection of curse words, making him chuckle. A fresh wave of arousal flooded her at the thought of him ruining her tight little pussy.

Y/N gestured for him to stand at the end of the bed and smirked at how fast he got up from his knees. Moving to sit on the edge of the mattress, she took him in her hand and lowered herself slightly. She kissed the tip of his rigid member, a trail of pre-come attaching them when she pulled away, and Dean moaned loudly at the sight.

She kissed down his shaft and licked up the underside of him. Reaching his tip, she let him rest on her tongue and cupped his balls. Her eyes glanced up at him through her lashes as she closed her mouth around the head and swirled her tongue, taking care to gently lap at the slit.

Dean’s groan was something that would put a porn star to shame. His head fell back, and his hands grabbed her hair, pushing it to the back of her head in a makeshift ponytail. He watched her intently as she sucked an extra inch down with every bob of her head.

“Fuck, you’re really good at this, sweetheart! This is the best damn blow job I’ve ever ha—ah!” Dean gasped as she took him down her throat. “Oh, God!” he whined.

“Not God. Just Y/N!” she smirked when she came up for air, swiftly sinking him impossibly further down her throat, gagging lightly and causing her throat to squeeze him just right.

“Shit, Y/N! You’re gonna have to stop. I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, baby girl,” he whimpered pathetically, pulling her off his length.

“Later,” he smirked at her pout. “You gonna be a good girl for me, huh? Do as I say?” he soothed, and Y/N nodded. “Lie back and spread your legs for me, baby girl,” Dean commanded, and she obeyed instantly, moving up the bed and lying on her back, opening her legs as wide as she could.

“Hmm, look at you all spread out so pretty for me. Fucking gorgeous,” Dean praised, caressing his hands over her open thighs. He kneeled between her legs and reached out his hand, and stroked her pussy gently.

He slid his fingers through her slick folds, spreading the arousal all over his thick digits before pushing one in. Moaning a low curse at the warm wetness, he steadily began to pump his finger, quickly adding another and increasing the pace. He groaned at the tightness he felt from two fingers and wondered how she’d feel stretched out around his cock.

“Yeah, you like that, sweetheart? Like being fucked by my fingers?” Dean said as she whimpered and thrashed her legs out. “You feel so good, baby girl. Can’t wait to feel you on my dick,” Dean growled as he fucked into her with abandon, curling his fingers and catching that magical spot only her toys had been able to reach.

Crying out for him, she tried desperately to grab onto him just to have something to hold onto. Dean held her hands in his free one and placed them above her head. He lowered his body over hers, his fingers still rhythmically pounding into her core.

“You gonna give me another one, huh, sweetheart?” Dean growled in her ear. Y/N was too focused on the fire spreading through her to speak. Her eyes found his sparkling orbs, and she nodded.

“Use your words, baby girl,” Dean demanded.

“Yes, I’m close, Dean. But I want you inside me when I come,” she whimpered.

“Oh, baby girl,” he smirks playfully. “You’re gonna come on my fingers again first. Then and only then, are you gonna come on my cock. Twice. Got that?” his deep, rumbling voice had shivers wash over her whole body.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled, the beginnings of a second orgasm creeping up on her. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s my good girl,” Dean whispered in her ear. He smirked at her when her walls clenched his fingers. “Oh, you like that, huh? Like being my good girl?” Clench. “That’s right, sweetheart, let it go. Give it to me. Show me what a good girl you are,” Dean rasped.

“Dean!” Y/N gasped breathlessly when she came on his fingers. “Oh, God!”

“Not God. Just Dean!” he repeated her words to him from earlier and chuckled when she threw him a bitch-face. “You ready for me, baby girl?” Dean asked sweetly, watching her face intently for any sign she’d changed her mind about this.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded. “I’m ready,” she smiled when Dean’s lips met hers again. He let go of her hands, and she quickly lowered them around his shoulders and pulled him closer to her.

Dean moaned as their bare chests pressed together, and he licked at her lips, requesting access to deepen the kiss. He shifted his weight and lowered his hand between their bodies, grabbing himself and teasing his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

His tip caught at her entrance, and he held there for a second, moving to rest an arm on each side of her head. Breaking their kiss, he looked into her eyes. He pushed his hips forward just a little, smirking at her widening eyes and gasping at the feeling of him stretching her open.

“Fuck!” she gasped.

“Hold on, sweetheart. ‘M not even halfway in yet,” Dean chuckled. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward again, going further this time. “Fuck! So tight, baby girl,” he moaned.

Dean patiently pushed and pulled until he was fully seated within her and held still, letting her walls adjust to him. He didn’t think he’d ever been in a pussy this tight. He could feel her walls relaxing around him, now stretched to sheath him just right.

He started slowly and steadily, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. Y/N wrapped her legs around his lower back, opening up more to him, and he growled as he went deeper than before. “Oh, fuck! Such a perfect little pussy,” Dean rumbled. She purred and preened under his praise, making him smile a little.

“Yeah? You like fucking my pretty little tight pussy?” Y/N gasped out.

“Shit! Better be careful with that dirty talk, sweetheart. I might not be able to control myself if you keep that up,” Dean said, his thrusts getting quicker.

“Then don’t,” Y/N challenged. “We got all night to make love, Dean. Right now, I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Son of a–” he groaned, kneeling and pulling her up to rest on his thighs. He pulled his entire length out and slammed back into her, his force now brutal, shoving her further up the bed.

His eyes became mesmerised by the violent bounce of her breasts, and he ran his hands up her stomach to cup underneath them, making them bounce in his hands.

“So fucking sexy, Y/N. Such a good girl taking my cock so well, hm? Bet you’re feeling really good right now, sweetheart. Getting ready to come all over me? Soak my cock with your come, huh? Can feel it. Oh fuck, can feel you twitching, baby girl!”

Dean slid one hand up and gripped her throat gently. Not enough to affect her air supply, but enough to assert his dominance over her and her body. The feeling pushed Y/N over the cliff, and her climax hit her like a sixteen-wheeler, her ears ringing and her vision going white.

As her orgasm faded and her other senses returned, she heard Dean praising her in between groans. “Oh, that’s my girl! So good for me. Squeezing me just right with that perfect, tight little pussy. Gonna wreck it some more. Bet you’d like that, huh, baby girl?” 

When her eyes focused and settled on his, he smiled softly and stroked her cheek. “There she is! Welcome back, baby girl.” Dean’s voice was as soft as his facial expression as he remained fully seated in her, grinding deep into her core. “You ready for more, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered a curse at the knowledge he hadn’t finished yet. She was a lucky bitch if this is how he fucked all the time. “Yeah,” she gasped, still breathless from her climax.

Dean grinned widely before leaning down and pecking her lips. Gently withdrawing from her, he chuckled at her whine of disappointment. “Turn around for me, baby girl,” he commanded gently as he held her wrists, keeping her steady as she sat up and moved onto her knees.

Turning around, she faced the bedframe and automatically lowered herself onto her elbows, spreading her legs. Her ass was in the air, and arching her back, she giggled at Dean’s moan of approval.

His large, warm hands caressed her cheeks and pulled them apart to view her dripping pussy. “Fuck sweetheart, that’s one pretty little pussy. All warm and tight and dripping. Mmm, things I wanna do to you and this perfect fucking cunt.”

“Please, Dean. Fuck me,” Y/N whined.

“You’re wish is my command, baby girl,” Dean chuckled as he sank back into her heat with a growl. He slid a warm palm up her spine and pushed her shoulders onto the bed.

Dean pulled the out, leaving only the tip inside her, and slammed back in again, her yelp of surprise telling him he was hitting deeper at this angle. His gaze travelled back to where their bodies joined, the view of him disappearing into her heat and creaming up his cock released something carnal in him, and he fucked her with abandon.

Y/N moaned wantonly as her walls fluttered and squeezed, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was falling over the edge again, and this time, he’d gladly fall with her.

She reached her hand behind her, trying to grab onto him, and he obliged, taking her much smaller hand in his. “Come on, baby girl, give me your other hand,” Dean’s voice was hoarse and wrecked sounding, and she swung her other hand back for him to hold on to.

Dean pulled her up with her hands, her back flush against his chest. She wound one arm up into his hair and the other around his back, grabbing his firm cheeks. Mewling as her nails scraped his scalp, he placed one arm around her waist to keep her steady and used his other hand to play with her breasts.

Y/N’s head fell back onto his shoulder with a whine, and Dean lowered his lips to her neck, biting and sucking along her sensitive flesh. He nibbled his way up to her ear and whispered filthy words of encouragement to her.

“You gonna come for me, huh? You know good girls always come for their daddies,” he mumbled.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N whined as her hole clenched at him, pulling him in and holding him there. Dean held himself deep within her core and circled his hips, rutting inside her as her walls started to spasm.

“Oh yeah, such a good girl for your daddy. Doing what he tells you. You want daddy’s come, huh? Want him to fill up your pussy?”

“Jesus, fuck Dean!” Y/N moaned, finding it harder to slow down her oncoming release. Dean held her tighter and thrust impossibly further inside her.

“You wanna try that again?” he rumbled in her ear, battering her cervix with his wild jerks.

“Fuck, Daddy! Want your come! Want your come in my pretty little pussy, Daddy! Please! Fill me up!” she screamed out.

“That’s it… good girl,” Dean soothed as he slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her clit, still grinding and pushing at her deepest parts. “Let go on Daddy’s cock. That’s m’girl,” he praised her as her moans got louder and breathier.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Let Daddy feel you come on his cock again,” his encouragement finally pushed her over the edge, and he felt her body shiver as it erupted in goosebumps just before her walls twitched and clenched uncontrollably.

Dean wasn’t far behind her. His climax hit as soon as her body became lax, and she gasped for breath. He shoved himself as deep as he could go, jerking his hips and grunting her name with every rope of come that left his balls.

“Shit!” Dean whimpered when he finished, wrapping his arms around her and dropping his head onto her shoulder. He placed sweet butterfly kisses all over her neck and shoulder, smirking into her skin as she hummed contentedly in his arms.

He slowly and gently removed himself from her, preening at her whimper of pained pleasure that rippled from her well-fucked pussy and helped her lie down on her side. His eyes automatically settled on her used hole, and he growled, seeing his come drip from her.

“I’ll be right back, okay, sweetheart?” Dean rubbed her thigh, grinning as she nodded dopily in her afterglow and headed to the bathroom. He soaked a clean washcloth in warm water and was back at her side instantly.

As gently as possible, he spread Y/N’s legs and wiped his mess from her before cleaning himself. He threw the soiled washcloth in his laundry basket and climbed into bed with her.

“You doing alright, sweetheart?” Dean asked softly, moving her hair from her face and placing the sweetest of kisses on her forehead.

“Yeah, I’m good. So good!” Y/N giggled. “I wish we’d done that sooner!” she admitted, feeling her face grow warm at her confession. Dean laughed with his whole body, which was just one thing she adored about him.

“So… does this mean you’re giving me a chance to be yours?” Dean questioned shyly.

“Dean,” her voice was soft and filled with warmth. “It would be an honour to call you mine, so yes. If you’ll have me, I’d like to give us a chance.” Y/N shrieked as Dean moved quicker than lightning, rolling over her and trapping her under his body.

“Well, sweetheart, that’s the best damn thing I’ve heard in a long time,” he grinned mischievously. “But nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever beat you screaming my name as you come on my cock!” Dean boxed her in with his arms on each side of her head and leaned down to kiss her with everything he had. He groaned as Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and circled her hips against his rapidly hardening member.

“What are we gonna tell your mom?” she asked shyly.

“That you couldn’t bear to let me go and flew into a jealous rage at the bar when you saw me chat up another girl?” Dean smirked and pumped his brows. Cocky bastard.

“Shut up!” Y/N whined, slapping his bicep playfully. “I’m serious! You said you told her we’re better as friends… so what now?”

“Now I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart!” Dean grinned boyishly.

“Dean! I’m-” she started.

“Serious. I know. Me too,” he leaned down to peck her lips. “We are gonna spend the night together, and tomorrow, I’m gonna take you out on a date and then on Sunday, I want you to come to moms for family dinner and…” he paused and fixed his gaze with hers. “I’m gonna tell her the truth. About the wedding, the fake dating, the bar and… now we’re together for real. If that’s alright with you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I think it’s best we tell your mom the truth.” Y/N smiled softly and slid her hand around his neck, pulling him down to her lips in a passionate kiss.

“Now,” Y/N’s voice was lust heavy when they pulled apart. “You said something about making love?” she smirked playfully.

“Yes, ma’am!”

THE END

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