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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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The Sweetness of a Kiss

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Written For: @spngenrebingo, @spndarkbingo

Square Filled: shapeshifter (Genre) First Kiss (Darkness)

Warnings: some angst

Slamming the hotel door shut behind you, you froze as the cheap frame on the wall slid to the floor, the glass cracking. But you didn’t have time for that now. Not since…

You still couldn’t believe that this was happening. After all these months of tiptoeing around each other, Dean had finally gotten up the nerve to ask you out.

It hadn't been the most perfect timing. You had just taken down a shapeshifter. Standing there, the gun still smoking in your hand, you had blood all over your face. You were sore and exhausted, but all of that changed the moment Dean came bursting into the room, his eyes wide as he searched for you. "The shifter…," he started to ask before he noticed the dead body below you. "Are you okay?

You had nodded, and in an instant he was over by you, wrapping you in his arms. At first, you were tense, surprised by the move. He pulled back. "I was worried. Y/N, I...can we have dinner together tonight?"

"Like a date?" You clarified.

"Like a date."

You had nodded, and now here you were. Getting ready for dinner with a man who made your heart flutter, your hands sweat with any glance he sent your way. You had never imagined a day like this would come.

Dean knocked on your door, and you took a deep breath, telling yourself it would be okay. After all, it was just another meal out with Dean. At least that's what you kept telling yourself. Nothing different.

“Give me a minute!” You called out, realizing he was ready to go, and you were still standing there, covered in blood and sweat, not ready to go anywhere.

You could hear Dean grumbling, but you ignored it as you rushed into the bathroom. With no time for a shower, you quickly washed yourself off as best as you could, unbraiding your hair to let it fall down your back. A little bit of eye shadow and mascara, along with your tinted lipgloss was all you had time for. Your dirty clothes were tossed on the floor, and you looked at your meager duffle bag contents in dismay.

Finally, you settled on your cleanest t-shirt. It had been worn so many times the material was soft and worn almost through in spots. Led Zepplin’s name was faded across your chest, the shirt ripped to show a bit of cleavage.

You only had one pair of clean jeans left, and you struggled to pull them over your hips. You had no idea why you packed them, they were the tightest pair of jeans you owned. Jeans you had been meaning to toss in the trash on more than one occasion.

Your boots were the last things on, laced up over your smarting ankle just as Dean knocked again. “Hold your horses!” You exclaimed, tucking your key card, ID and stolen credit into your front pocket. Throwing the door open, you reached up to catch Dean as he almost fell through your door. “Um, Dean..,” you muttered as he pulled himself back up, smoothing down a green henley you had never seen him wear before.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You were taking so long, I leaned against your door for a nap.”

And just like that, all your nerves were gone. You glared at Dean, smacking him in the shoulder before you pushed past him to head to his precious Impala. You waited against the door as he strode forward, his hands loosely tucked in his pockets. He seemed calmer than before, looser than you were used to it. It was different, and it caught you off guard. “Everything okay with you?” You asked him as you bent down to climb in the low, classic car.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He asked, rubbing the keys between his fingers. “You look good cleaned up. Real good.”

You chuckled, pushing your hair back awkwardly, not used to compliments. “As cleaned up as I could get considering you were in a hurry.”

He rolled his eyes just as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Can’t you just take a freaking compliment for once?”

“Thank you for the compliment,” you answered sarcastically. “You cleaned up pretty well for yourself.”

You talked amicably for the rest of the short trip before Dean came to a stop in front of a Biggersons. “What? No fancy restaurant?”

He shook his head. “Neither of us would have been happy at a fancy restaurant. You hate those places as much as I do. Here we can be ourselves, order whatever the hell we want, and get some pretty awesome pie to bring back.”

In a way, you were a little disappointed. Sure, neither of you liked fancy restaurants. But somewhere different than a Biggersons would have been nice. An Italian restaurant, or...you don’t know. Something maybe that showed he was serious about this. “So, are you going to order the Turducken?”

He narrowed his eyes, confused, which confused you. “You can’t tell me you forgot about your infamous sandwich. The one that made you high. It burped gray stuff Dean, you can’t forget that!”

He chuckled, looking down at his menu. “Oh, that sandwich. Sorry, must still have shifter guts in my ear.”

You rolled your eyes, but you still couldn’t believe that Dean could have forgotten that sandwich. In fact, he had refused to eat at Biggerson’s for almost two years after that Sandwich incident.

Shoving your thoughts to the side, you ordered your meal, something completely different than a sandwich, and Dean did the same. While he perused the dessert menu, you finally had to ask. “Dean, why did you pick today?”

His green eyes lifted from the pictures of pies, glancing at you, no doubt waiting for you to clarify. “I meant for a date. Why did you ask me out tonight?”

He placed the menu down, reaching over and grasping your hand in his. The movement seemed mechanical, unlike him, and you wanted to pull your hand away. But you didn’t. “Y/N, we’ve been dancing around these feelings long enough. Seeing you standing there, over the shifter, I realized that I’ve been stupid. I shouldn’t hide these feelings. Not when we don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”

You stayed silent, searching his eyes. For what, you weren’t sure. Maybe to see if his words were truly sincere. Or because you loved looking into the depths of his green eyes. At the kindess, he always tried to keep hidden. The way the shimmered, mixed with specs of gold. But these eyes? They were almost cold and calculating, but you shook it off, saying ti was nothing more than the horrible lighting the cheap restaurant provided.

Your food came, and you quickly dug in, starved at a long day of hunting. Dean ate heartily as well, ordering enough for two people. You laughed, reaching over and taking a breadstick from his plate, munching away as he glared your way.

Dean ordered a whole pie to take back to the hotel room, paying the waitress while you waited outside. It was starting to rain, but you didn’t mind. The sidewalks were empty, the only outside light burned out. “Ready?” Dean asked, the pie in one hand as he stood by the door. You nodded, letting him walk you back to the car. Dean placed the pie carefully in the back seat, before climbing in beside you. But instead of starting the car, he sat there, his hands in his lap.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“I really didn’t think I’d like you as much as he did,” he muttered mysteriously. “I have all these memories, but they weren’t mine and I wasn’t sure…,”

“Dean, what are you talking about?” You asked, your hunter instincts starting to kick in. Suddenly Dean leaned over, capturing your lips with his, pulling your attention away from the awkward conversation.

His hands cupped the back of your neck, turning awkwardly on the bench. You had dreamt about this moment, quite a few times. But not like this. Sure, it was Dean, but he was also more romantic than many people believed. He should have made your first kiss more memorable.

As those thoughts flittered through your mind while Dean kept his lips pressed against yours, you saw people rushing forward.

“Y/N!” The voice called out, the same voice as the man currently kissing you. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Another Dean was rushing towards the Impala, a gun in his hand, Sam right beside him.

“If that’s Dean, then who are…,” you started to ask, but the reflection in the rearview mirror confirmed your suspicions. You hadn’t killed all of the shifters after all.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to give you back,” this shifter Dean laughed, turning on the Impala just as the real Dean came to your window. You tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Dean!” You exclaimed, just as the Shifter gunned the Impala backward, away from the Winchesters.

“Don’t worry,” the shifter assured you. “I like this form, and I know you do too. I’ll keep it, and we can be happy together. Just wait and see.”

You struggled to open the door, searching for a weapon. Anything to free yourself. Sighing in annoyance, the shifter grabbed you by the hair. “I hope you’ll forgive me,” he muttered before slamming your head against the window, rendering you unconscious.

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h4rin · 7 years

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request: would it be alright?? if i requested a scenario where jaehyun has been in a rlly bad mood bc of smth while he's at the grocery and he looks like he's about to snap and the boys are a lil weary but then his phone rings and suddenly??? his eyes and voice are all soft while talking?? and when he hangs up the boys ask what's up he doesn't explain anything and just deadpans "love wants melon milk" then when they get back to the dorms his boyfie is there and they drink milk tgther - male nonnie

male nonnie i love you but i had no idea how to end this sjskdjkfjk

Jaehyun hadn’t been in the best mood this week. You had been busy with work, so you hadn’t gotten to see him at all. Unless you wanted to show up at the dorms around midnight and leave before he was up, around seven in the morning. You were so exhausted, you put a shot of peppermint in somebody’s lemon tea on Tuesday.

Jae’s bandmates hadn’t seen you either, and they assumed, based on his mood and you not being around, that you’d either gotten into a fight or broken up. Jaehyun, with his bad-boy exterior, kind of made the others in NCT think that you’d gotten into a fight and then broken up. They were a little scared to say anything, his threats to Taeil still fresh in their minds, so they just kind of ignored it.

It wasn’t like Jae wanted any help, anyway. He wasn’t mad at you, or his friends, or anything, but he was mad at your schedules. He’d had breaks lately, so he wouldn’t have been able to see you, even if you weren’t working ridiculous hours. Who needs coffee at two in the morning?!

So, in a terrible attempt to make him slightly less pissed off at the world, Taeyong, being the mother that he is, decided to take as much of NCT to get food. (This was so that he wouldn’t have to ask Jae what his comfort foods were, he’d just kind of pick them out.) So, that’s why Yuta, Johnny, Taeyong, Jaehyun and the China line ended up at the supermarket at two in the afternoon on Friday.

“Can we get something American?” Chenle asked as soon as they walked through the doors, before Taeyong even grabbed a shopping cart.

“What do you mean, ‘American’?” Johnny replied.

“Like…” Chenle trailed off for a second, thinking about what he really wanted. His eyes lit up as he answered, “Lucky Charms!”

“Yeah, yeah, Lucky Charms,” Renjun chimed in.

“We don’t have any food, and you want Lucky Charms?” Jaehyun questioned.

Renjun and Chenle pulled the face that white people do when they catch you staring at them, as Johnny pulled them off to the American section, muttering about how it’s not even what they always eat, and if they hadn’t had turducken, they hadn’t lived. (This is the face.) Yuta went off to the fruit section, after stating that he’d been craving watermelon since Cherry Bomb came out, for some reason, and then rolling his eyes at Winwin telling him that Taeyong’d been mumbling about melon in his sleep.

“But will you get melon?” Winwin called after him. Yuta threw him a thumbs up, a slight laugh emitting from him.

Winwin decided to wander off towards the frozen food section, and with a tiny basket, he grabbed everyone’s favorite types of ice cream, green tea for Taeyong. Ten and Jaehyun, “literally anything”, as Taeil had put it, for him(Winwin grabbed vanilla), and chocolate for Jeno, seeing as he said the same thing as Taeil. Not being an idiot, Winwin grabbed about four times the green tea ice cream than anything else.

Jaehyun and Taeyong, after being abandoned by their bandmates, decided to grab something alcoholic. They figured that, best case scenario, Jaehyun could black out and they could call you and ask what was up.

Taeyong, however, let it slip just slightly. So by the time Johnny and the China line showed up, Yuta still messing around with fruit, they showed up with ice cream and sugary cereal to Taeyong clutching a box of soju to his chest while Jaehyun was going off on him, a bottle of wine dangerously close to smacking Tae’s head.

Jae froze as his phone started to go off in his pocket, a light melody that didn’t

really fit his aesthetic. “Hello?” he asked as soon as he put his phone up to his ear. Any stress on his face immediately melted, but his shoulders were still tense. “Yeah, I’m at the store right now.” The volume on his phone was low enough so that none of the boys could really hear who he was talking to.

“Wait, really?” There was a slight pause. “That’s...amazing.” A grin grew on his face. “Just that? Okay! I’ll see you then.” He groaned in a quiet, joking manner before saying one last thing, “I love you too. Bye.”

By this point, Yuta had shown up. “What happened?” he asked, his basket full of fruit. Jaehyun wiped most of the grin off of his face, just the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Love wants melon milk,” he said, almost expressionless.

“Um, uh --” Taeyong began saying something, but Jae put the wine in the cart, and walked off towards the dairy section. “We could probably check out, it’ll take a while, anyway, we’ll probably be just about done by the time Jaehyun comes back with his milk.” The group of boys walked towards the check-out, and by the time they’d gotten everything sorted(and put $80 worth of Lucky Charms back), Jaehyun showed up with his pack of six melon milk. He put the light green containers on the conveyor belt, and the cashier gave him a weird look.

Not that she hadn’t been giving them weird looks the entire time, especially with their $100 of Lucky Charms(originally, of course), but seeing someone show up with a leather jacket and dead expression and put a box of melon milk with little ducks on the side probably ended up the weirdest thing of the evening.

“Hey, wait -- you’re (Y/N)’s friend, right?” the cashier suddenly asked, one eyebrow down.

“Boyfriend,” Jae corrected her, without hesitation. Taeyong and Yuta let out breaths they didn’t know they were holding, while the China line and Johnny were talking about something else, most likely Lucky Charms. Winwin had never had them, as it turns out.

“Oh yeah! I used to work with him, before I moved here. We haven’t talked much lately, how is he?”

“We haven’t talked much lately either.”

“Are the two of you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve both been busy.”

“Oh, I understand! He never stopped talking about you when we worked together, so I hope the two of you can spend time together soon.” She quickly changed topics, telling Taeyong the total. He barely blinked before he handed her his credit card. It quickly went through, and there were about two bags a person. Yuta was very specific to hold the fruit, claiming that nobody else would treat it correctly, so he ended up with three bags, however, seemed to have no problem with it.

The group went back to the dorms, and as soon as Taeyong opened the door, Jaehyun close behind, you sprinted from the couch, almost running into Taeyong’s chest and/or tripping over the couch. Jaehyun dropped a bag full of Lucky Charms, but it wasn’t like anything happened, worst case scenario, he smashed a few marshmallows.

“My baby boy, I missed you so much,” he muttered against the top of your head, kissing your hair.

“Did you get it?” you asked, staring at him with stars in your eyes. He put an eyebrow down.

“You wanted strawberry milk, right?”

“Jae…” you mumbled, pushing your head into his chest. “I’ll walk to the market, if necessary.”

“Noo,” he responded, dragging the word out. “I think Chenle has it.”

Chenle looked up at the mention of his name, pulling melon milk away from his mouth, leaving a pale green mustache. “Oh god, that was for (Y/N)?” His eyes widened. “Oh god, I’m sorry.”

You laughed, having missed the youngest of the China line. “You can have one, Chenle, it’s okay.”

“Thank you!” He sat his milk down and ran up to you, hugging you. “Best hyung.”

You grinned, before Chenle released you from his death grip and you and Jae went to the couch. You spent the rest of the day cuddling, watching whatever cartoon you could find on Netflix, and drinking melon milk.

You had the next day off, and Jaehyun told the rest of his band that the two of you were sick, so that he could spend the day with you. Of course, as soon as Taeyong told him that they didn’t even have practice tomorrow, he felt a thousand percent better.

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choisgirls · 7 years

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What do the RFA + minor trio think about pineapple on pizza? What kind of food do they like and dislike apart from what's stated in the game? I hope you guys are doing well!

A/N: I AM A FULLADVOCATE FOR PINEAPPLES ON PIZZA AND Y'ALL CAN FIGHT ME (don’t actually fightme i respect your opinions I promise, you do you) (And I’m doing well, thank you! I hope you are as well ^^) ~Admin 404

Okay y’all I hope I did my research alright?? I hope I got the right names to the right food?? *small screaming*

*YOOSUNG:

-Honestly I can see him enjoyingthe fruity flavour with his pizza

-He’s just that kind of dude youknow? Like he tries to be mellow and fails

-And what better way to prove you’remellow and cool than put some god damn fruit on your pizza??

American food

-If we’re going American food, Ithink he’d really like hot pockets

-I mean come on?? They’re fast??And hot?? And come in so many different ways? Not to mention they can be chEAP

-His favourites are the ham andcheese ones

-12/10 burns himself EVERYSINGLE TIME. BUT THEY’RE STILL COLD IN THE MIDDLE. He hates them but stillloves them so much

-But he hates most otherflavours though? He can handle the pizza one but everything else is just abunch of blasphemy

Korean Food

-Out of Korean foods I thinkhe’d like some Bindaetteok, or Mung Bean Pancake

-Sometimes he eats them withoutthe vinaigrette dipping sauce

-Just piles them into his mouth

-Hates any sort of sour candy

-His precious taste buds can’thandle sour

-Actually cries?? When there’ssour??

-His face scrunches up and helooks so childish but still sO CUTE

*ZEN:

-Fruit should be fruit and pizzashould be pizza

-Does not like the twointermingling together

-Actually appalled when someoneputs pineapple on their pizza

-O V E R D R A M A T I C

-Throws himself to the floor,curses the world, sheds a few tears

American Food

-Seriously. Anything fromChipotle

-His favourite thing to getwould be a burrito bowl, so it’s got rice, chicken, beans, cheese, and sourcream

-Which he’s like HELL YEAH IT’SHEALTHY I’M NOT CHEATING ON MY DIET

-But, SURPRISE, BITCH. THEPORTION SIZES ARE NOT HEALTHY. Try again later

-Does not like any form ofcheeseburger though from any place

-Always too greasy. He canliterally feel his stomach churn just looking at one

-God forbid any of that greaseruns down his arm. His pERFECT SKIN. NO!

Korean Food

-Dakkochi!

-They’re grilled chicken skewerscovered in red chili sauce

-“It’s chicken MC, it’salways healthy” not the amount you’re inhaling them they aren’t

-As body conscious as he is, hehates veggie crackers

-They’re just so artificial andreally salty

-Prefers the real vegetableinstead

*JAEHEE

-Logically fruit has no reasonto be on a pizza

-It’s a conflicting taste forher mouth and she doesn’t quite know where to place it

-All she knows is wow she doesnot like it

-Maybe it’s the crunch thatshouldn’t be there??

American Food

-TIRAMISU

-It’s freaking made up ofladyfingers, rum, and coffee. All in one custard dessert.

-Why in the hell would she notenjoy that???

-She hates nachos

-Hear me out, she’s tried themonce at your request and immediately despised them

-They’re so messy and the chipsget soggy

-And the cheese just tastes soartificial, it’s gross to her

Korean Food

-Her guilty pleasures are chapsalyakgwa (Korean sweet cakes)

-They’re cakes made from honey,sesame oil, and wheat flour and they taste like glAZED DONUTS

-AND WHAT DO DONUTS GO WELLWITH? COFFEE.

-She doesn’t really like MulNaengmyeon, which is noodles in ice soup

-It’s not that the flavour isn’tnice or anything, it’s that it’s so cold

-Dear god if she’s already alittle cold, after eating this it’s like she’s in Antarctica

*JUMIN:

-He’s had some expensive, topnotch pizza before

-So it has a different flavourto it, right?

-10/10 believe Jumin Han likespineapple on his pizza solely for the reason that he’s high class

-I bet he’s had fresh pineapplecut up in front of him and placed on his pizza

American Food

-RoOt BeEr FlOaTs

-Some of the best french vanillabean ice cream

-And some of the best root beersoda

-Fancy Ass Root Beer Floats™(Not to mention literally anything you can make into a float. Pineapple juiceand dole whip, amAZING)

-HATES HOT DOGS

- 626: It’sprobably because they make him feel submissive, isn’t it?

404:you fucking asSHOLE THAT’S NOT IT

-Hates the fact that it’s abunch of things just…. mashed together

-And the textURE IS WEIRD.Uncooked they’re just slimy and floppy and just e w

Korean Food

-He likes Dolsot Bibimbap!

-It’s a hotpot mixed rice, with sautéedvegetables and toasted seaweed flakes, and sesame seeds!

-Sometimes his saltiness isn’tenough to cover for his food, so he adds chili paste

-But he doesn’t like ColdBibimbap

-Something about it being colddidn’t make him happy

-Possibly because it didn’t feellike a warm loving meal which he subconsciously just wANTS

- why did i do that to myself

*SAEYOUNG:

-Isn’t it like lowkey meme-y tohave pineapple on your pizza nowadays??

-He’d definitely have it onthere

-Does he like it? Yeah itdoesn’t bother him, the crunch is nice

-Definitely not the same asputting Honey Buddah chips on there but hey it works

American Food

-LITERALLY ANY KIND OF MEXICANFOOD

-I can see him just coming homewith a large cardboard box completely stuffed with homemade tacos

-Always trying to make some forhimself at home and setting the damn tortillas on fire

-HATES SALTWATER TAFFY

-As good as the flavours are,all he can think about is how hARD THEY ARE TO CHEW

-Has flashbacks about the timehe got his teeth practically glued shut because he put too many in his mouth atonce

Korean Food

-When he actually eats“real food”, he likes to snack on Hotteok!

-They’re deep fried treats, onesavory and one sweet!

-He prefers the savory onebecause it’s salty, it’s filled with glass noodles and garlic pork

-The saltiness stays in tunewith his HBC so his “tongue wouldn’t get confused”

-HE HATES HONEY BUTTER CRUNCHYRICE BAR SNACKS

-“Saeyoung, they could bebetter for you than-” “MC DON’T YOU DARE EVEN SAY IT”

-Doesn’t care what flavour thepackage says, they are NOT. THE. SAME. And he HATES THEM

*V:

-I think the random crunch onhis pizza would throw him off

-If you like it he’ll completelyrespect you and probably force himself to eat it for your sake

-Otherwise I think he’drespectfully decline it

-If they’re separate, he canhandle it, just not together

American Food

-Oh my god he loves literallyany kind of pie

-Searches the world during histravels to find the best little bakery shops for pies

-His favourite is probably applepie because he loves the cinnamon flavour as well!

-WARM APPLE PIE CAN WARM UP THE HEARTMC

-I take it back, there is onepie he doesn’t like

-SWEET POTATO

-HATES IT SO MUCH. It’s just thethought that this…vegetable is now in a pie… that should be fruity…andit’s not….

-It’s just the THOUGHT OF IT MC.He refuses to even try it, that’s how much he hates the thought

Korean Food

-Yaki Mandu! Which is deep friend mandu

-It’s filled with pork, glassnoodles, and a variety of salty seasonings

-A nice change against his sweettooth for pies, definitely

-But dislikes Jjinmadu, which issteamed mandu dumplings

-They’re filled with things suchas pork, onions, and mung bean noodles

-But something about the textureof the noodle-like wrappers feels weird in his mouth

-Cut it open and take the thingsout then hell yeah he’s good to go

*SAERAN:

-Probably one of those jERKS WHOFIGHT YOU OVER LIKING PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA

-“FRUIT. DOESN’T. BELONG.THERE. MC.”

-LIKE STOP BEING LOGICAL AND EATTHE GOD DAMN PINEAPPLE CHUNK

- IT’S AMAZING OKAY

-Has literally walked out of thehouse when you told him you’ve ordered pineapple on the pizza

American Food

-Honestly, he really likes s'mores

-Something about the melting marshmallowmakes him and his taste buds happy

- that and being so close tothe fire, damn pyro

-He mixes it up and triesdifferent chocolate flavours, like caramel or cookies and cream

-But dear god, keep him awayfrom those “weirdos” on Thanksgiving with the Turducken

-“WHY CAN’T THEY JUST PICKONE. JUST ONE BIRD. WHY DO YOU NEED TO SHOVE TWO OTHER BIRDS INTO ONE?WHY?”

-It’s just so nasty to him. Andit’s waaaaay too much food

-He can be mean but thinks thepeople shoving two more birds into one is just w r o n g

Korean Food

-He really likes to snack onKancho Choco Biscuits

-Which are these small littlebiscuits(cookies) with milk chocolate inside

-Pours the whole box into hismouth some days because he cAN’T GET THEM IN THERE FAST ENOUGH

-Dislikes Tornado Potatoes

-Mainly because he thinks it’s awaste of time? People tend to like it because it “looks cool”according to him

-It’s a fried and seasoned potatocut into a spiral and spread on a stick

-“MC if I wanted friedpotatoes I’d go get some french fries, they’re easier to eat god dammit”

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