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Everything I Wanted Was You Kyle Spencer x Reader

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Request: @shellscreams​ :  I would like a Kyle Spencer imagine please love the last two you wrote xx

Description: This is an imagine where you and Kyle are together and he dies and you have to deal with that and don’t worry there is a very happy ending.

Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to @shellscreams​ for requesting this! I am so sorry if this isn’t you wanted. Also requests are always open so don’t be shy XOXO

2013

It was cool windy Saturday in the middle of Spetember. School had just started for me at Tulane University in New Orleans. I was a senior and had been in total bliss for the past three years. The reason? Kyle Spencer my amazing boyfriend. He was a frat boy and I was a frat girl. My fraternity was having a party tonight at the Zeta Kappa Mu house, aka my fraternity. Yes it was very popular for someone from our fraternitys to get together. I didn’t care it was fate for us to meet. It all happened when I was walking on campus on my first day at school and some jerk approached me.

2010

“Hey sugar! You want some of this?” this college boy asked as he started running towards me.

“No thank you.” I said trying to make him go away.

“Awwww. Don’t be like that baby. I just want to have some fun!”

“Well you better scram before my..” I hesitated and blurted out the first thing that came into my head,” boyfriend comes to meet me!”

“Oh really? Where is this so called boyfriend?”

“I just said that he was meeting me here soon.” I said getting annoyed that the guy wouldn’t go away. He started to approach me and I backed away. He got closer to me and grabbed my wrist.

“HEY! Get off of me!” I yelled.

“I thought you had a boyfriend.”He said. But little did I know that a boy heard the whole thing an decided to stop it before it went any farther.

“She does.” The boy said. I turned my head away from the from the college student and looked at the boy who saved my life. My (Eye Color) eyes met his dark brown eyes.

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“I think you should get your hands off my girlfriend mister.” The boy said. The college guy then released his grip on my wrist and the boy wrapped his arm around my waist protectively.

“Like I told you, you better scram you know now since my boyfriend is here.” I said confidentley. The college guy looked at who had his arm around me and ran for his life.

The boy released his arm from my waist when we couldn’t see the jerk anymore.

“Thank you for doing that. I really appreciate that.” I said looking at the ground rubbing my arm.

“Hey don’t mention it. I can’t help myself from saving someone espically if it is a beautiful girl like yourself.” You immediatley blush at his compliment and look up in his eyes. “Kyle, by the way.” Kyle held at his hand and you took it.

“(Y/N)” You reply shaking his hand.

“Beautiful. Just like you.” Kyle responds. I chuckle lightly at his flirt. “What do you say we go and get a coffee?”

“I would love that.” I say. Kyle takes my hand and holds it. We walk to the coffe shop on camous, hands in hand. Ever since then we have been in love.

2013

Tonight Kyle and his frat brothers were coming to the party tonight. I was excited to see him because he just got back from a school trip for football. Yes I texted him if his team won adn he texted back saying that they killed the other team. Once I read the text I decided that we would have a party in celebration for their win as soon as they came back. They arrived early this morning so I sent out party invitations to everyone. Apparently the new of having a party reached outside the campus and reached to the movie star Madison Montegomery. I one-hundred percent believe that someone tweeted it and it got around EVERYWHERE. I wasn’t upset that more people were coming, I was actually happy. That means that I could show off to more people about how great my boyfriend is.

I started to get ready at eight o’clock since the party started at nine and supposedly to end at midnight but I doubt it. I got finished changing into my (Favorite Color) dress and went down the stairs to finish decorating. I hung up the red and blue disco lights and the ice sculpture of God knows what. It was about nine o’clock when people started flooding which was good. This party was much bigger but it is okay the more the merrier. I saw some guy name Chad enter with packages of beer which I didn’t really care unless underage people were drinking it. I just let it slide because I was too busy trying to watch when Kyle’s limo bus was going to arrive.

It was a good ten minutes of me just waiting until a big black bus arrived on the curb infront of the house. I got so excited and decided to wait for about five minutes becasue I knew that Kyle was giving his brothers the chat about public parties Do’s and Don’ts. That is one of the reasons why I loved his personality so much was because he was respectful and a gentlemen. I always had great respect for him because ever since hurricane Katrina he had been providing for his single mother.

Kyle finally came running out of his bus with his brothers yelling “ Kappa Lambda Gamma” which was their fraternity. He saw me sitting on the step waiting for him to arrive and he immediatley ran to me. Once I had seen what he was doing I started to run to him. We meet in the middle and he engulfed me in his arms picking me up.

“I missed you so much baby.” Kyle said sounding out of breath. He placed me down, removing his head from the crook in my neck, he looked at me and oushed back my hair that had been messed up in this form of affection.

“I missed you so much too Kyle.” I said. He smiled and put his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in. His lips met mine and we started to make out in the middle of the lawn. It lasted a long time of just us letting our emotions out.

“What is that speech that you always tell your frat brothers? Isn’t public embarrasment apart of that? So wouldn’t kissing your girlfriend infront of everyone apart of that?” I ask jokingly.

“Shut up.”Kyle said laughing while putting his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer to his chest.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.” He said kissing my cheek. He brought me to the couch and sat me down. “I am going to go get us some drinks okay.”

“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Once he left I looked towards the front door and I saw Madison Montegomery and I guess her friend. I was totally shocked that she came. I mean seriously a stupid frat college party? I thought that was too D-list for ‘celebrities. Again I didn’t mind that she was here. I just hope that her attitude doesn’t get the best of her.

Kyle soon comes back with two red cups and smiles at me.

“Here is a Coca-Cola for the lady.” He said and handed it to me while sitting next to me on the couch and putting his arm around me pulling me closer ot him.

“Why thank you.” I said to Kyle with a smile on my face,”Okay so you HAVE to tell me all about your football game please?” i said pouting in a begging form.

“Okay all right since you asked so politely. Well we obviously won. It was fourty-two to four and so we basically creamed them majorly.”

“Obviously,” I said but then Kyle was interrupted by the girl that entered in with Madison Montegomery approached us.

“Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you but I can’t find my friend Madison Montegomery. I have looked everywhere and I can’t find her can you please help me?”

“Yes of course.” Kyle and I said.

“Let’s look upstairs to see if she might have accidentally found her way up here.” I said. We started to open up all the doors until we came to last on eand we opened it and found Madison and Kyle’s frat brothers. We looked around and realized that they were all takign turns raping Madison adn taking pictures even Kyles best friend Archie was in on it. Kyle was furious.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING? GIVE ME THE PHONE ARCHIE!” Kyle screamed. I had never seen him so mad in our entire relationship.

“NO KYLE! I am not giving you my phone so you can just delete the videos and pictures.”Archie said. Kyle started to run after Archie trying to retrieve his phone so he could not only delete it but so that he could beat him up for doing this. The girl who asked for Kyle and I’s help started to wake Madison up so she could walk downstairs and leave. I started to run after Kyle. I got to the front door and I saw all of the frat brothers and Kyle running into the bus. Then it started to drive off so I ran after it.

Madison and her friend weren’t that far behind when all of a sudden the buss flipped over and crashed. I saw it all happen and I fell to my knees crying. Once I had gotten the courage to get up I ran over to the flipped over bus and pried open the doors. I looked around and I saw Kyle, lying there in pieces. I rushed over to him and brought his chest and head close to my body and kissed him, over and over again.

“NOOOO KYLE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?”I yelled. I brought my head closer to his ear and whispered.”Everything I wanted was you. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? We were supposed to grow old together. I love you.” i finally got up and started to get up and walk away. Once that I had left the bus there was blood all over me. I started to cry and I ran back to the frat house which was empty probably due to everyone hearing the crash, getting scared and running.

I closed the door and locked it. I collapsed to the floor crying knewing that I was never going to get my happy ending with Kyle. I went upstairs, took a shower and cried myself to sleep knowing that there was never going to be a day with Kyle or so I thought.

The Next Day

I woke up and decided to go visit Kyles mom to see how she was doing with the news about Kyle. I got dressed and drove over to his house that i had been over a million times. I knocked on the door and Mrs. Spencer opened the door with a tear stained face.

“Mrs. Spencer? It’s me (Y/N).” I said knowing that she would remember me as Kyles girlfriend.

“Oh yes (Y/N), please come in.” She opened the screen door and welcomed me into her house. After I had entered seh had engulfed me into in a hug and the waterworks started to fall from my face. I pulled away and Mrs. Spencer gave me a tissue and I whispered out a ‘Thank you.’

“I came to see how you were doing.” I said looking into her eyes and seeing that she was so upset. She should be she just lost her son.

“Thank you for doing that (Y/N). I really do appreciate it. I think out of all the girls Kyle has brought home, you have always and will forever be my favorite.”

“Thank you. I know how difficult it must be losing you only son espically since you husband passed away. I just wanted to let you know that I am here for you. If you need someone to talk to please just call me and I will be there.” I said letting her know that she won’t go through this alone.

“Thank you so much. It means a lot to know that even though Kyle isn’t here that you will continue to be apart of this familly and I am forever thankful for you. Anyways I have something to show you. Kyle had all this stuff that he had for you in a bag so I feel like I should give it to you, even though he won’t”

“Okay.” I followed her to Kyle’s room and she opened the doors to his closet and bent down to get the bag. It was a large paper bag filled high with stuff. She handed it to me and I carried it and sat down on his bed and started to unpack it. “I hope you don’t mind that I am unpacking it here.”

“Oh no! Please go ahead. I wanted to know what was always in there so I hope you don’t mind that I am watching you open it.”

“Of course not.” I started unpacking and while I was unpacking I realized that these were presents for our upcoming anniversary of three years. I took out the first thing and it was a scrapbook filled with pictures of me and Kyle and little love notes he wrote. I sat there crying knowing that this must have taken him months to put together and he never got a chance to give it to me. The second thing I took out was a shirt that said “Watch Out Boys This Girl Is Taken By This Guy” and it had a picture of Kyle winking on the back. I laughed remembering his funny humor. There was only one thing left and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a small red box. I took it out and started to cry knowing what it is. I opened the box and found a small diamond enagagment ring inside.

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I showed it to Mrs. Spencer and she started to cry her eyes out.

“I always knew that was a question he was wondering about when he was going to ask. I guess he was going to ask on your three year anniversary.” she said. I put my hands over my eyes and cried even harder. I put the ring on my left finger in a way of saying yes to his question.

After that I bid Mrs. Spencer a goodbye and then walked out of the house. I was walking to my car that was a couple houses down. While I was walking I could have sworn that I saw that girl that Kyle and I helped from yesterday approach Mrs. Spencer’s house with her holding someone up. I ignored it knowing that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I walked to my car and got in. I just sat for a long time looking at my engagement ring and crying. I eventually stopped and drove back to my frat house. I walked in and went upstairs to my room and locked the door.

A Couple Months Later

It has been a couple months since Kyle died and I couldn’t have felt more alone. Sometimes if I went out I would think that I would see him and the minute I blinked he was gone. Other than that I haven’t left my room. I miss him everyday. There is nothing that can replace him. I haven’t felt love, compassion, or happiness since he died. I wish he would come back.

Today I was forced to leave my room saying that I had a visitor at the door. I went downstairs and opened the door to find the girl that Kyle and I helped all those months ago.

“What do you want?” I ask with tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“I just want to show you something. Please come with me.” She said.

“Why should I go anywhere with you? I don’t even know your name!” I say

“Okay. My name is Zoe Benson.” Zoe said.

“You think just because you said that I am going to go with you?!” I said.

“Okay, fine! If you won’t come with me then just promise me that you will come to the cafe downtown. Please.” She begged.

“Alright I’ll be there. What time?” I asked.

“Just be there at noon. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Do I need to bring anything?” I asked.

“Just bring yourself.” She said.

“Okay. Bye.” I said. Zoe waved a goodbye back to me. I was so confused. Why out of all the people on Earth does she have to come back? I went upstairs and got dressed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven fourty. I exited the house and went to the driveway to my car. I got in and started to drive downtown to the coffee shop. I looked for a parking space near where Zoe was standing. I got out of the car and locked it. I walked over to her.

“So why am I meeting you here?” I asked.

“You are meeting me here because I have a surprise for you inside.” Zoe said.

“If it’s a guy then I am not interested.” I said and then I walked in.

“I don’t think so. Well at least not with this guy.” She said. I walked around trying to find out what she was talking about. I finally understood when my eyes met his. The same dark brown I fell in love with. I ran over to him with tears coming down my face. I ran into his arms and he held me close. I pulled back my head and started to pepper his face in kisses. I finally ended with his lips. There was all of my emotions, his emotions intertwined into this form of affection. He let me down and pulled out my chair for me to sit down.

“Kyle! How are you back?” I asked with tears running down my face.

“(Y/N), I know you aren’t going to believe me when I say this but please do.” I nodded my head in response.”Okay well I died you saw me. Zoe and Madison went to the hospital and retrived my body parts and sewed me together. Another thing is that they are witches. There is a whole coven of them okay. So I was crazy and I couldn’t speak. I was a lot like Frankenstein. It was a long time before I could speak. But then their supreme Fiona Goode fixed me. She did something to me where i could speak properly. I guess you coudl say she brought me back to normal. So I remembered all about you. I had never forgotten about you, I just didn’t have all the details. But I called for you and then Zoe decided that it was best if I came back now and so I did. That is where that story ended.” He said looking into my eyes.

“I don’t care how you came to be here. I am just glad that you are here with me. Kyle, you’re all I have you’re all I want.” I said and he just looked at me emotionless and then he smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.

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I put my hand on his cheek and he stopped kissing me and looked at my hand.

“Oh sorry. I forgot that my hand is probably is cold. Sorry.” I said.

“No it isn’t that.” He pulled my left hand towards his and at my ring finger. “You said yes?”Kyle asked.

“Of course I did Kyle. I love you with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you unless you don’t want to anymore.” I said looking down.

“Hey,” Kyle said putting his fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up so I looked at him in the eyes,”I want to start off where we left off. I want to be with you. I want to call you my wife. I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I said. I am so happy that Zoe brought him back. I couldn’t ask for anything better. After that Kyle and I started to plan for our wedding. It was perfect. Now we are living in total bliss and there isn’t anything I could ask for more. I love him and he loves me.

“Juliet, our love can never be…..your father collects cigarette packets, while mine collects computer game packaging.”

– Romeo & Juliet, Act II, scene I (first draft)

Sandwich Necessities

Overview: Cas and the reader are on a mission to create the perfect sandwich.

Characters: Castiel, Reader, a guest appearance by Grumpy!Dean

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: mild language, sandwich throwing, FLUFFFFFFFF

A/N: I stole a prompt from @rosie-winchester‘s challenge (with permission). It’s bolded in the fic. A shout out to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for reviewing my sandwich shenanigans and actually just all my general shenanigans. Love you both!

“What are you doing?” I asked, taking in the sight in front of me with a confused smile.

Castiel turned to look at me, a butter knife in one hand and a bread slice in the other. “I was trying to make a sandwich,” he looked back at the counter with a frown, “but I’m afraid all I’ve managed to do is make a mess.”

I suppressed a giggle as I crossed the kitchen and came to stand in front of him, “You’ve got peanut butter in your hair.”

He frowned at me, “Of all the things I have attempted since becoming fully human, I was certain this one would prove to be simple.”

My fingers reached up to gently rub the sticky mess out of his soft tresses, “Just wait until you have to do your taxes.”

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I made these beer labels for my brother for Christmas! Earlier in the year, we’d been fantasizing about him starting a literature themed brewery called Whale of a Tale Brewing Co. where all the beers would be named classic literary/beer puns. I liked these three that we came up with the best so I decided to illustrate their future labels. Hopefully someday they will all really exist and I’ll get to drink them!:) 

Say I Love You... (Part II)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean tries to take his feelings for Y/N to the next level with a confession, but will he fall through or chicken out…?

Part 1.

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The brisk winds of Lebanon course through the empty bunker, licking up Y/N’s arms as she sits in the library, feet up on her seat and a book perched on her knees. It’s a frigid Autumn’s morning, the hallways whistling in the quiet. She’s supposed to be researching. Sam had left her trying to find them a case, something to busy themselves for the time being, but somewhere along the way she was distracted by a stray book left open on the table.


Licking her thumb, she flips to the next page, eyes focused profusely, that she doesn’t hear the heavy clunk of boots against the floor.


“You’re up.”


Y/N’s gaze lifts and head swerves in the direction of the voice—Dean. Standing in the entrance, pajama-clad, head-headed and sleepy-eyed. He must have just woken up, she figures, as she sets the book down and the corner’s of her mouth twitch up.


“You, too. Finally.”


Dean scoffs and runs a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, barely. I’m still semi-asleep.” He says as Y/N makes her way over to him, smiling warmly, and wraps her arms around his neck in a warm hug. The elder Winchester chuckles softly, then pecks her hair that smells of lavender and milk.


Y/N pulls away with a devilish smile. “I can wake you up…”


“Not now.” Dean laughs. The crinkles by his eyes come out. Y/N tries not to stare. “It’s too early for that.”


They brew coffee and burn the omelet they tried to make and it everything anyway. Sitting on the kitchen counter, legs dangling limply like a doll’s, Y/N  tosses some burnt bacon into her mouth.


“So…” She chews. “What’s today’s agenda?”


Dean shrugs from the floor where he’s seated, chugging black coffee like its water. He’s still in his pajamas, still messy-haired and his voice is a bit croaky and rough from his deep slumber, but he looks more awake now. More here. Y/N is grateful for that. He should be here, she thinks. After their conversation the previous week back in that motel, that’s all Y/N wants from Dean. Presence. Being. She remembers being worried sick about him a few days before the hunt when the elder Winchester had seemingly fallen into a depression of sorts. He’d shut everyone out, became a recluse. Seeing him here now, smiling, drinking coffee and rubbing her Achilles heel, Y/N felt her heart swell with relief.


“Do you….uhm…” Dean speaks suddenly, reeling the young girl back to reality as she turns to him.


Her brows quirk up in query. “Do I…?”


“Uhm….Do you wanna go out today? Like, an old fashion date? It’s been a while since we’ve been on one of those”


“It has been a while since we went out.”Y/N affirms.


Dean feels a swell of hope within his chest, but tries not to show it. “So that’s a yes? I thought that maybe we could ditch work today and hang out. Maybe do other things.” The elder Winchester smirks at Y/N, tickling her heel, and she squeals as she pulls it away. “What do you say?”


“Yeah, that would be fun. Where do you want to go?”


“It’s a surprise. Can’t tell you.”


“Is it fun?” She asks. Dean nods curtly. Y/N then smiles once more, hopping off the counter. She bends down to capture his lips in a quick and sweet kiss, then pulls away, pecks his nose and runs off to get dressed.


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Dean remains behind in the comfort of the silent kitchen, lips still buzzing from the kiss. His hand, involuntarily, floats up to his mouth and he runs his thumb across it. God.


God, this girl.


It’s amazing how much she can affect him just like that, he thinks as he rises to dump his cup in the sink. It’s amazing and scary. He’s never felt this way before; he’s never wanted to, and yet here he is, stomach filled with violent butterflies and wanting it to never stop.


Wandering through the bunker, Dean makes his way into his bedroom to get changed for their date. They’re going to the nearby lagoon to drink beer and see who can skip the most stones, and then, if the heavens are in his favor, he’ll gather the courage to tell her. To confess.


Three little words: I love you.


Dean has never thought that he’d be in a position where he’d have to utter them, where he’d be scared shitless to utter them, but he’s realized that dwelling on that won’t do any good. The time has come, inexorable and scary and real, and so the only option he has is to fall through with his destiny.


I Love You.


He’s been saying it in his head religiously, like it’s a chant, a mantra that connects him with the higher beings somehow. Throwing on a grey undershirt and a blue-black flannel, the elder Winchester tosses his pajamas onto his bed and then moves to get the keys from his bedside drawer. It’s full of little trinkets; bullet shells, coins, medallions and receipts with unholy numbers for beers. Dean trawls through it all until he finally finds the key. He palms it.


The drive to the lagoon is relatively long, an entire forty five minute journey up the road then into the valley and out. Dean’s hand steers the wheel while the other arm hangs limply out the window, facing the vicious touch of the breeze.


Seated in the passenger’s seat, Y/N’s legs are crossed up Indian-style on the leather. She’s wearing her date-dress;a pleated peach-colored skirt that stops mid-thigh with a fitting strapless torso. Her hair, soft, silky tresses of y/h/c dance in the wind, and Dean tries to remind himself to keeps his eyes off her and on the road if he even wants to make it to their date.


“Someone looks nice.” He comments, casting brief glance at his girlfriend.


She blushes and tries to hide it by turning her head to the window, chuckling and shaking her head. She then turns back to him. “I know.”


“Do you, now?”


“You’re looking nice, too.” Y/N smiles as she takes the elder Winchester’s hand in hers and starts tracing shapes on the back. “I mean, you always look nice, but today it’s especially nice.”


“Nice save.”


“Wasn’t it?”


Dean laughs, shaking his head, and Y/N only smiles like she’s so proud of herself for drawing it out of him. He’s noticed that about her before—how she’ll say something, something dorky and goofy and funny and then wait until he acknowledges it with a laugh to pride herself in it. When he brought it up to her once, she thought it was embarrassing. Dean thinks it’s adorable. She’s adorable.


She drags her finger along the back of his hand in random lines and curves and zigzags, like she’s drawing a map.


The car slides down a sloping tarmac road, into a grass clearing and then further down until the little woods surrounding the lagoon are in sight. Dean kills the engine and then yanks the keys out as Y/N reaches into the backseat for their things.


“I’ll get the beer.” The elder Winchester garbs the six pack. He climbs out. They walk down to the lagoon because it’s not too far, and they like the feelings of their hands pressed together as they traipse down the paths. The grass has been trampled on and all that remains is a narrow path of dirt that leads into the woods.


Y/N, smiling and glowing with excitement, squeezes Dean’s hand as she turns to him. “So this is the surprise, huh?”


“ I remembered how much fun we had the last time we were here with Sam and Cas. A pretty long time ago, before we even started dating, but…” He falters a bit, trying to grapple for words that can describe what he’s feeling because even he is lost. He might already be accepting of it, but Dean still needs some getting used to with speaking of love.


But he forces himself on, swallowing thickly as his nerves come alive. He squeezes Y/N’s hand in his a bit.


“…I can never forget that day, even if I wanted to.” He admits. “Stupid, huh? Yeah, I uh…I know. But, it’s only because that day was the day that I…that I…”


“Dean.”


They stop walking as Y/N steps in front of the elder Winchester, blocking him.  His footsteps halt and he stills.


“Y/N, what’s up?” Dean asks, disconcerted. The young girl gapes at him, big y/e/c eyes that are swimming with something, something profound and real, and it’s only then that he notices the shift in atmosphere—the solemnity, the intimacy. Y/N is smiling at him—really smiling, with dimples so big you could eat soup out of them, and her eyes are little slits in her face.


She lifts his hand to her cheek and holds it there for a bit. The lagoon is no less than twenty feet away. Dean splinters, because it’s soft and it’s warm and Christ, now, say it now…


“Y/N, I….” His tongue feels swollen and heavy and he’s beginning to panic. He wants to smack himself over the head, because he’s a hunter, dammit, these shouldn’t be the things that make his knees wobbly….but they are.


She is.


‘Y/N, I love you’, he wants to say.


“Dean, is something wrong?” The young girl’s brow furrows, gaze swimming with concern. Dean gulps, shaking his head.


“No, nothing’s wrong, I just…”


“You look a little flush.” Y/N places a cold hand on his warm forehead then pulls it back. “You’re a little warm—sure everything is fine?”


“Let’s keep moving.” Dean sidesteps her and then walks quickly and jerkily because he’s knees feel like jelly and his head is spinning. He needs a beer.


The Lagoon is big and blue and surrounding by large rocks towering fifty feet high as an enclosure. The only leveled land is the little patch of grass that he and Y/N walk onto, emerging from the forest.


As soon as they see it, nostalgia washes over them. This is where it happened, Dean thinks. Where he first realized his feelings for Y/N. Where he opened the gate for love to sneak into his heart like a burglar in the night.


He wouldn’t trade it for the world.


“Can I have a beer?” Y/N asks, laying out their blanket on one of the rocks. She dumps her bag and  the beef-jerky nearby and walks over to her boyfriend. She slides a beer out from the packaging, then uncaps it and takes a long sip.


“Ah, that’s refreshing.” She pulls it from her lips, wiping her mouth. Then she tips it at Dean, raising her eyebrows like it’s an offer. “You want some?”


“I’ll get my own.”


“We always share our beer…?” Y/N’s voice harbors an edge to it, and before he knows it, she sits and faces him, eyes swimming with concern.


“Dean,” She begins. “ What’s going on? You’re acting strange.”


“Nothing.”


“Stop lying to me.”


“I’m not lying, Y/N. Nothing is wrong, okay? Nothing. Let’s just…” The elder Winchester’s voice melts away, his voice exasperated, tensed, muscles twitching. Dragging a hand down his face, Dean shakes his head a little and wonders what is happening.


This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He tries to salvage the moment, refill it with heart and intimacy as he turns to his girlfriend but Y/N’s head is already bowed sullenly. Her hair hangs in a rich y/h/c curtain across her face.


At this, Dean feels his heart wrench. He sighs, reaching out to touch her shoulder. “Y/N….”


“I’m just trying to be there for you.” She says in a small voice, hush, vulnerable. Dammit, she’s so damn vulnerable. A swell of sympathy wells in the hunter’s chest as he scoots closer and engulfs her in a hug. Her head is on his chest, and she feels small and fragile and he wants to make her feel better.


“I know.” Dean responds. “And I appreciate it—really, I do…I’m just….” Shutting his eyes, he shakes his head.


“You’re just Dean. You don’t want anyone to help you. You just want them to watch you burn yourself to the ground.”


“Y/N, that’s not what I meant—“


“We talked about this just the other week.” Y/N whips around to face him face marred by anguish.


Her brow is furrowed and her eyes have glazed over; Dean can tell she’s holding back her emotions, trying not to burst, but it’s like watching a balloon filling with air, just waiting for the inevitable pop that doesn’t seem to come.


“I want to help you, Dean—I thought I did, but, God— you make it so hard sometimes.”


“It’s not like I’m purposely trying to.”


Y/N says nothing, instead waving him off as she reaches for her beer and then taking a big sip from the bottle. Her head tilts back and she chugs it. The light is leaking onto them through the partings in the trees overhead and the lagoon is glinting in the sun’s light. Birds are singing.


Dean’s gaze lingers on the girl before him as she fiddles with the label on the bottle. She isn’t angry per se—she can’t be. It would take a lot more than his mere stubbornness to get Y/N angry, the elder Winchester knows, but she’s upset, and….


“Y/N…”


“What?” She glances over her shoulder, un-amused. The sun spreads a warm glow of light over the profile of her face.


Dean is sweating.


The tips of his fingers go as cold as ice and he can feel his muscles tense. Everything around him stops; he stops. It’s like his body has halted functioning, because he can’t even seem to get breath in his lungs and blood in his fingertips and face and do it, do it now, he thinks but—


“Dean…?”


“I love you.” The words are forced out of him.


Dean lets the silence that follows hang in the air, his chest still tight and wrought with butterflies. Y/N’s eyes go wide, the confusion and worry melting away gradually as she lowers her beer.


She looks at him.


Really looks at him.


And the elder Winchester feels his mind spiral into a panic because he realizes—now what?


He’s said it. The words have escaped him and his proclaimed his affections and yet nothing is happening. The seconds are floating by like wisps of wind. Y/N is saying nothing, shock-ed still, and having not anticipated this, Dean begins to panic even more.


“Uhm…” he stumbles, averting his gaze. “…yeah, that came out of nowhere. Never mind that, sorry.”


Y/N’s eyes are still glassy-and perplexed, her face looking like she’s truly baffled by this claim. “You love me.” She says, sounding it more like a statement than a question.


The elder Winchester rubs the back of his neck, abashed, as a warm blush warms his face.


“I….”


“Dean I…” He waits, feeling his skin tingle,..And then Y/N laughs.


She laughs.


It’s a brief and precise laugh, chuckle, really, that sounds disbelieved, and Dean nearly dies right there on spot, and he wants the earth to swallow him and he stumbles to try and backtrack and tell her to forget it when he feels fingers lace with his.


The green-eyed hunter glances down at their hands. Y/N’s sits enveloped in his, tiny, fragile, like that of a porcelain doll.


He casts his gaze up.


And she’s crying.


“You love me…”The tears are soft and very feint, but he can see them. She’s crying. She’s crying and he loves her.


Dean feels a lump in his throat bob up and down, and he swallows. His voice is hoarse, croaky. He’s glad he’s sitting down because if he were standing he’d end up on the floor minutes ago. “I do..”


“You’re not just saying this to ease the tension?”


“What?” His face is incredulous, offended, even. “Of course not.” He insists. “I mean, it—Jesus, Y/N…what does that mean? You don’t think I mean it?”


“I want to be sure.”


“Well, then be sure—I mean it.” Dean says and squeezes the young girl’s hand for emphasis. Her gaze then slides from his face to their hands and back up as Dean waits. He wants her to say something, to respond.


And she does.


In the best way possible—because as soon as their gazes meet, the silence growing heavier and unbearable and eating Dean up from the inside out, a smile breaks through Y/N’s face and then—


She kisses him.


String-like arms wind round his neck like veins and the feeling of warm, soft lips pressed on his encompasses Dean. He stumbles back a bit, bringing her with him as she rolls on top of him. Her lips never falter. She kisses him, devours him.


When she pulls away, eyes half-lidded and lips barely parted, Y/N smiles sadly and Dean notices the tears in her eyes.


She sniffles, overcome by her emotions, and then the words that leave her lips melt him—destroy him, a like meteor crashing into an oncoming planet, like the strike of a match that sparks a fire.


“I love you, too, Dean Winchester.”


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Of course he came through! it’s Dean!

Thank you for reading; as usual likes and reblogs are much appreciated. Also, feel free to follow to see a few more one-shots and imagines or to send in a request and have me write it for you because I do actualyl do that (i’m sorry if have sent in a request and its not yet out I’m a terrible procrastinator)

Hiding from the pain (Montgomery De La Cruz/ reader)

This is going to be a long story so hopefully you enjoy. Feel free to ask if you want any changes to this story or want your own. 

Beginning of the school year. 

11th grade

You were co- captain of the cheerleading team, were good friends with many of the students of Liberty High School, and got good grades. 

Getting out of your car (porsche 911 convertible) you walked your way to school with your gym bag and school bag. You entered the halls of school and made your way to your best friends Sheri and Jessica. 

Y/n: Hey girls

Sheri: What’s up?

Jessica: Bitch! I just told Sheri there’s a party in my house tonight to kick off 11th grade.

You shrugged

Y/n: No girls, i can’t today I promised my parent’s I’d help them with the dinner they have tonight. 

Jessica: Ohh come on Y/n. You have to come sneak out like when you did last year. Jessica starts laughing

Flashback: You said goodnight to your parents downstairs and headed upstairs to your room. You changed from your school clothes you had earlier and got into a white silk mini dress with creme heels and got your phone and headed for the window. Outside the car was waiting Jessica, Sheri, Justin, Zac, and Jeff. They were screaming and signaling to jump to head to the party. 

Sheri: Yeah that night was crazy

Jessica: Exactly that’s why you need to come with us you’ll have fun

To be honest you didn’t want to go because you knew your ex boyfriend would go. His name Montgomery de la Cruz. 

Y/n: Sorry guys, I will go only if one of you gives me a ride to the party if I can drink. 

If you were going to the party might as well have liquid courage. 

Both Sheri and Jessica screamed and said yes

Y/n: I have to go to class bye guys

Heading to first period you sat next to Zach and waited for the class to start.

Zach: Hey Y/n are you going tonight? 

Y/n: Yes I am and will you be brining someone special? 

Zach: She’ll be there hopefully I will get to talk to her

Y/n: Can I at least get a clue on who this girl who makes you smile is? 

I was so happy Zach has a crush on someone since he broke up with his last girlfriend last year because of cheating he hasn’t been able to get over the breakup. 

Zach: You’ll see her 

Y/n: Fine, but Do you know who is going to be the teacher? I don’t recognize the name. 

Zach: He’s a new teacher and they said he’s cool. 

Just as Zach was talking Montgomery walked in with his smirk and him holding hands with a girl named Tiffany. I know her she’s part of the cheerleading team. She’s blonde and dumb. She’s a 10th grader. I wanted to barf just looking at them. 

Zach: Are you ok Y/n?

Y/n: Yes, I’m fine

Zach: I didn’t think he’ll be dating her any longer

Y/n: Why is she even in this class isn’t she like a 9th grader ( wow You can’t even tell I’m jealous) 

Zach: 10th grade and I thought you were over him

Y/n: I am, but I don’t want to throw up my breakfast

The new teacher showed up and the good thing was that Monty and his new girlfriend sat in the back of class. The rest of the day went fast and I headed to my car and that’s when I saw Monty and Tiffany making out in the back of Monty’s jeep he parked next to me. In the morning that spot was free. He knows what car I drive I kept thinking maybe this was a jealousy act, but why would he? He hurt me why would he want me? I headed home to help my parents.

Y/n: Hey mom where are you? 

Mom: Oh hey honey can you help me with the plates?

Y/n: Sure 

Mom: I need everything perfect! Your dad and I are having an important dinner with his bosses today and I need the food to taste great can you check on the rice after putting the plates in the dining room? 

Y/n: Yes mom btw can I go to Jessica’s? Sheri will be there and we were thinking of doing some cheer routines. 

Mom: As long as you’re not too late 

Y/n: Don’t worry I asked Sheri if she could bring me home and she said yes

Mom: Ok can you check on the rice and ask your dad if he can come and help me with the rest of the table? 

Y/n: Ok 

Sheri texted me just before i went to the kitchen. 

Sheri text: Hey, I’m picking you up by 6:30 so we can help Jessica with the drinks and Zach needs your help with his mystery girl.

Y/n text: Got you and hopefully he tells us who this mystery girl is I’m just happy he’s happy. 

You checked on the rice and went to your dad’s office next to the kitchen.

Y/n: Dad mom needs help in the dining room I’m going up stairs to change I’m headed to Jessica’s Sheri is picking me up. I asked mom and she said it’s ok.

Dad: I’m on my way and be careful 

As you headed up stairs you scrolled through your instagram feed and saw Montgomery in Tiffany’s picture with the caption MCM. You wanted to throw your phone across the wall because of how mad you were, but you weren’t mad at Tiffany or your phone at least. Montgomery hurt you and you didn’t want to give him any reason you missed him. 

You changed to a black mini dress with black strap heels and a small bag did your hair and put on some Marc Jacobs perfume. You headed downstairs before your dad’s bosses came and said goodbye to your parents and headed outside. Sheri was outside waiting for you and Jeff was in the passenger seat changing the radio. 

Y/n: Hey guys, thank you so much Sheri for the ride I need to get drunk

Sheri: No problem

Jeff: ok guys we need new music anyone got good songs in their phones?

I handed Jeff my phone with my Spotify playlist

Jeff: Thank you Y/n

We got to Jessica’s house and the three of us headed inside. It was only Jessica, Justin, Sheri, Jeff, and me in the house getting it ready for the party. It was around 6:50 when the bell rang and Jessica headed to open the door. Monty came in with 4 beer packings and with Tiffany in his side. Jessica lead him to the kitchen where Sheri, and I were. He put the beers in the island and kept looking in my direction. Tiffany left to the backyard with Jessica to help her out. Sheri left and Monty and me were the only ones left inside. 

Monty: Hey, how you been? 

How you been? What? That’s what he says after everything went down? After the cheating? the manipulation? the rumors? How you been? Monty hasn’t changed Tiffany was just the 15 girl in the girls he hooked up since him and me broke up. 

Y/n: Fine let me put these beers in the fridge no one likes warm beers. 

I started to get the beers out of the packages and place them inside the fridge. Monty just stared as I was about to finish he opened his mouth but nothing came out. 

Y/n: what? You lost something? 

Monty: I’m sorry for everything I didn’t mean to do what I did

Y/n: Yeah whatever Monty you say something and do the opposite I’m going to help Zach

As i was throwing away the packages and getting ready to leave Monty grabs my arm and places his hands in my cheeks and kisses me. Passionately like how we used to. My hands went to his neck and we kept kissing. I don’t know how long it was, but no one interrupted us. We kissed like how we used to. Our bodies knew what to do I didn’t want it to stop. We both separated and looked at each other. Shocked. 

Y/n: I have to help Zach bye 

Monty just looked at the direction Y/n headed. He thought she looked beautiful in that dress. He missed her, but he knew she couldn’t be with him. He knew he had to break up with Tiffany and make her see that he’s changed for the better.  

Y/n headed to look for Zach shocked for what had happened. She needed to tell Zach since Sheri and Jessica were busy. 

Y/n: Zach, Monty and me just kissed

Zach face shocked as you expected


Ok this is the end of this part hopefully you enjoyed reading it. I will be making more to this story and any other stories you want me to make. Message me and i’ll get back to ya’ll 

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For prompts (kind of): I love FAHC Gav angst having to do with his past, I don't wanna restrict too much cause I'm not picky and I love /all/ of you're writing so if you have anything for that, thank you!

A soft fahc myan or fahc mavin date under the stars just chilling and enjoying being alive

(again combining prompts a bit. i hope its alright. one of you asked for angst, one of you fluff, so have some hurt/comfort. Warning: Major Character Death)

He never thought he’d grow unused to the cold England air, but as the chilled night air brushed through them, he’s pulling his jacket closer. Gavin’s realizing just how long it’s been since he’s spent time back here. Los Santos was so much warmer.

“Who was he?” Michael asks besides him as he lies across the hood of the car. A half empty package of beer sits between them, Gavin’s lost count at exactly how many they’ve been through. The moon was bright tonight, reflecting in the stone and bottles surrounding them.

“A friend,” Gavin mutters, swirling the beer in his bottle as he rests his head on his knees. The beer’s long since warmed up, no longer ice-cold but Gavin doesn’t care. He takes another long swig, wanting for something stronger, something that’ll burn. “A really good friend.”

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Imagine Castiel dressing up as your favorite Chief Medical Officer

Star Trek fun, I’m not one bit sorry. 

Dean version 

Just going to tag a few people who I know appreciate both of these handsome devils: @bkwrm523 @girl-next-door-writes @feelmyroarrrr 


You grab a beer and the package salad Sam had left you in the fridge. Shuffling towards your bedroom, the boys had left on a case that you opted out of. You were hoping to get some much needed alone time with your boyfriend, Castiel.

Pushing open the door to your bedroom, you nearly drop the beer in your hand. Castiel was standing there with his back to you, his usual get up replaced with a dark blue long sleeved shirt and black pants tucked into black boots.

He turns to you, his hands behind his back with a satisfied smirk on his face. Your eyes widen at the silver Starfleet insignia on the shirt. Cas walks toward you, his hands still behind his back as he steps in front of you.

“Hello, darlin’.”  

His voice comes out in a deep southern drawl that has you wet in an instant.

“What are you doing?” you practically whimper under his gaze.

“I understand you have a thing, as Dean put it, for Leonard McCoy. Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise,” Castiel brought his hand to your waist pulling you against him.

With the salad and beer still in your hands, he takes them from you walking away to put them on the desk. You quickly shut the door behind you and when you turn Cas is right in front of you holding up a replica tricorder to your body.

“I detect a high level of arousal, Commander Y/N,” the angel’s voice tries to sound serious, but there is a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Well Doctor, do you think you can do something about that?”

Castiel’s eyes narrow, he hands over the tricorder and pulls you to the bed. He pushes you down gently onto the bed, smirking as his body lingers over yours. Cas thrusts his hips into you, causing you to moan out in pleasure. Your reaction causes him to chuckle, raising his eyebrow as he starts to unbuckle his belt.

“Sweetheart, you’re in good hands.” 

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Winter is brewing: Game of Thrones inspired craft beer

Ever wondered what the Game of Thrones houses would be if they were craft beer? Well, wonder no longer! 

This is my masterpost of all the Game of Thrones inspired craft beer labels (so far?). I’m reposting because I made these way back at the beginning of my blog when I had very few followers so I thought it would be cool to share my favourite creations with you! I hope you enjoy them (and can appreciate how much time went into them) and the references for the people who watch the show!

Honeymoon (The Other Woman Pt. 2)

edit 6/15/17: edited this so instead of michelle it’s liz!!
Summary: In which Peter and the reader go to a group sleepover, including Liz.
Word Count: 2188
Warnings: Angst, sleepovers, swimming, dark (???)
A/N: I’m finally done with this yAYYYY THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR FEEDBACK ON PART ONE YOU GUYS ARE THE SWEETEST PEOPLE EVER :’) also you should listen to this song because it does appear in this story so boop here’s the link

(Part One)

Originally posted by spideycentral

There was no denying you loved Peter despite what had happened. A burning desire for him dawned on you almost every hour of the day and no matter how hard you tried to resist it, it always came back.

You missed his touch, ranging from the tracing of patterns and feather light kisses to the digging of nails into each other’s skin when one or both was feeling euphoric. The pile of clothes he left at your place stared at you intently every time you were in your room, and while you knew you had to return it, the sentimental value it had restrained you from doing so. You didn’t even have the heart to put them in your closet, so they just sat on your dresser.

Were you meaning to plan on talking to Peter about all of this? Oh yeah, but all of your nerves stopped you from doing so— like with the clothes. But now he had gotten together with Liz, in which you didn’t know the exact details (you were thinking she had asked him out as Peter was too chicken to do that, or maybe that was your bitter, passive aggressive conscience speaking), but nonetheless they were going out.

And you were pretty discontent with it.

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