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Why Her? (Part 6)

Prompt: You’re in love with Chris Evans…but your best friend is dating him

Warning: language, adult content-ish? Jealousy, drama-rama

Word count: 1227

Note: This is for one of my bestest friends. I hope she enjoys it! @amarvelouswritings This will feature Sebastian Stan and OFC Lexi. This is a drabble/short chapter series. Beta’d by the perfect @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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The following morning, you woke up a little stiff, the ground definitely not as comfortable as your memory foam mattress back home. When you got up, Chris was the only other one awake and he was brewing coffee over the new fire.

“Good morning,” he greeted with a grin that could win ten Oscars alone.

“Morning,” you muttered taking the cup he offered you, trying to calm your raging emotions.

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J is for Jacking Off

Pairing: Dean

Word Count: 1004

Anon asked: Omg, I just read like all of your ABC Challenge thing and it was so good! May I request jacking off with deanxreader? Thanks so much, I love your writing!

Warnings: masturabtion (male)

A/N: i hope this is okay !! i did solo!dean because i dont want it to be too similar to the mutual masturbation one

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Imagine taking a case in your home town

This post is Triggering! I am warning you all now that please don’t read if you are easily triggered. (Lots of death, suicide and just shitty mom)

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

The roar of the impala under you was the only thing keeping you grounded as you rolled down the open black strip of tar with the man you loved and his younger brother. Your head leaned against the window as the millions of trees passed you by, each one bringing you closer to your own personal hell…

“Babe.” the sound of Dean’s voice echoed through the hall as Dean approached your shared room where you had currently been laying down, your eyes glued to the illuminated screen of the small internet portal you held in your hands, “Babe you gotta get dressed, and pack a bag.”

“Why?” You whined as you looked at him, fully comfortable in the memory foam that was swallowing you up. A smile etched onto his face as he looked at you with complete love in his eyes. 

“Cause we gotta case, four officers dead in a small town in Georgia, looks like a ghost. We figured we would go check it out.”

“Oh.” The realization hitting you as though it was a 18 wheeler going far too fast.

“Didn’t you say you had family in Georgia, maybe we can stop and say…”

“I think my mother is far too busy to accommodate a visit from her daughter, who has not become a lawyer like her brother or a environmentalist like her other sister.” You interrupted, knowing that your mother never was a huge fan of yours, and you doubted she would take a visit from you and the boys as a pleasant occurrence. 

“Okay, well meet me at Baby in 15,” He instructed, as you nodded in reply, before quickly turning your attention back to the article you were scanning for familiar names, the same article Dean and Sam had just gotten your next case from.

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“Well here we are.” Dean said pleasantly as he carefully pulled the impala into the parking space outside the police station, the memories flooding back to you as the purring of the engine died away. 

“So we have the fake Id…..” you failed to hear the rest of the sentence however by the slamming of your own door, your legs carrying you into the building, as Dean watched your hips sway. It took several seconds for both men to establish which fake FBI ids to use, and then they let themselves into the building. Dean’s eyes already sweeping over the layout, however they soon caught an interruption when they noticed your back. You were seated on the desk of one of the elder officers, who seemed to be smiling up at you as he chattered away. In your hand they could both see that you were holding a picture frame, as though you had previously been looking at it. 

“Hey, did [Y/N] ever tell you where exactly in Georgia she grew up?” Sam whispered as the sound of your own laughter filled the air. 

“No, but I have a feeling we just found out.” Dean replied as he started towards you, and the older gentleman, who was clearly the one in charge.

“Excuse me, we were looking for Chief Gebel?” Sam asked another officer, who looked as though he was in his mid thirties, and an ex football player. 

“Yeah, he is right over there. HEY CHIEF, Feds are here.” He snapped quickly as the attention of both you and Gebel’s was drawn towards the sound of the man.

“Thank you Eric. Tell me [Y/N] , how long ya in town for?” 

“Oh depends on how fast these two get the case closed.” You replied with a smile as you pointed toward the Winchesters.

“Well make sure ‘fore ya go ya come around again. It ain’t been the same since…”

“It was nice to see ya Ernie and I am real sorry again about Herman.” You smiled at the boys before politely hopping from the desk and escorted yourself to the front door, where you sat your ass on the park bench you and the previous chief used to eat ice cream on when you were a child.


Dean’s POV  

“Agents, it is mighty nice of you both to come down here.” Officer Gebel smiled at us both after the swing door of the office shut behind [Y/N].

“Of course sir, we are sorry to interrupt your visit, was she your daughter?” Sam asked as I looked the man up and down, she never mentioned her parents, so who knew if this old guy could be her dad, he looked like he could be dad age.

“[Y/N] isn’t my daughter, her pa used to be the old chief here, however something went terribly wrong on a case, we were working it together. He, ummmm,” Gebel’s started to tear up a bit, and after a sniffle he continued, “sorry, you see Hank used to be my best friend, the girl might as well be my own, it really hit her hard when her daddy died. Even harder when her mother acted like nothing happened. She left when she was 17, and she never looked back, not even when her sister passed away.”

“I am so sorry to hear about your loss, well if you….”

“You mind telling me how her sister died?” I asked, Sam glaring at me, as though to tell me not to prey, that if my girlfriend wanted to tell me about it she would have. 

“Well ya see, when her dad died the children took it pretty hard, each child processed it differently. For [Y/N] it was dreamin’ of leaving, for her brother Grant it was signing up for the army, and for Kathleen, well she went from a popular cheerleader to an outcast, stopped talking to her friends. The only people she really spoke to were [Y/N] and Grant. Grant was 18 when it happened, the girls were both still in high school, Grant was gone for maybe a year or so when the letter came. Mary was devastated, first her divorce was becoming public, then her husband died in the line of duty, then her son. It was shortly after the funeral for him that [y/N] left town. She left a note saying she was never coming back, said she was tired of living in a cursed family. About three months later, Mary came home to Kathleen died in the parlor. Suicide, hung herself from the ceiling fan, remember having to take the body down myself. We tried to reach out to [Y/N], tell her about the funeral, but she never responded. Her mother became cold after that, and is now the mayor of the town, best mayor we have ever had actually.”

“Oh… Well do you think…”

“Excuse me Agent Anka, but the case.” Sam snapped, stopping me from my futhur investigation into [y/n]’s past.

“Sorry Agent Stevens, So tell me…” And as I asked about the case, my mind still lingered on the lie [Y/N] was living in.


y/n’s POV

You had found yourself wandering from the bench, and standing outside the stone steps of the town hall, your eyes looking at the windows which were all open, and the curtains billowed out of the openings. You soon found yourself walking up the steps and taking a deep breath before you opened the door and was greeted by the silence of the front office.

“Welcome to the Senoia town hall, if you would like to meet with the mayor…. OH MY GOSH [Y/N]!” the tall blonde behind the front desk greeted as she looked at you, her eyes widening at the site, as you sighed.

“Oh hey Heather.” You said unexcited as she stood up and started around the desk, wrapping her arms around you as you lightly tapped her covered arm.

“How have you been bestie? I feel like it has been….”

“12 years… yeah cause it has been.”

“Well I can see you have changed, what happened to the captain of the cheer squad who used to be so cheery?” Heather pouted as you looked at her in annoyane.

“Why did I even stop here, I remember the way up.” You huffed as you started towards the stair, stopping only for a second to snap, “And she died 13 years ago.”


The doors were still the same, and felt the same as you pushed them open revealing the office of an OCD official. Every paper was neatly piled, and sorted into color piles. the cabinets all were labeled alphabetically, and the room looked as though it was fully polished and cleaned several moments earlier, and the neurotic woman who was this insanely organized was standing with her back to the door, chattering away on her phone, as she examined her perfectly manicured nails in the sunlight. The hints of grey now visible in her  hair, and her thin frame covered in a bright yellow pant suit. Her voice flowed in the air as it reached your ears, “Give me a second Sherry I think the airhead just came in with my low fat, soy, latte with two pumps of cream, and a dash of that addicting vanilla flavoring.”

When she turned you could see the fake youth in her face, her skin pulled on her face, exposing her high cheekbones, and the slight crows feet forming at her made up eyes, her lips were thin and cracking, however still were covered in a sicking shade of pink, which matched the overuse of blush on her face. At the sight of you in the door her eyes widened, and her hand went to the small bump in her suit “I have to call you back Sherry, my runaway has finally come begging for money.”

“Begging for your money is the last thing I want.” You snapped as she hung up and looked at you, her shock turning into disgust as she glared you up and down.

“Well I can think of no other reason you would be standing before me, unless to tell me you are finally dying too.”

“Now why would I ever give you the satisfaction of hearing that?” You laughed as you shut the door behind you.

“Well for your information…”

“I know you are married to Eric, the same Eric who was Grant’s best friend. Tell me how are the kids?”

“How did you…”

“Ernie told me, so did Eric, since the first thing out of his mouth was, hey look guys my stepkid is here. So that was it, Daddy died, then your children either die or leave and you decide that instead of grieving like a normal widow, or looking for your daughter, you replace us all, like we were nothing to you. You really are shallow.”

“Is that why you came, after 12 years you finally wanted to see that I made something of my life unlike you, who judging by that outfit is unemployeed and probably living under a bridge somewhere.”

You started to chuckle, “Yeah Mary, whatever helps you sleep at night. I just hope that Eric is happy with that cobwebbed thing. Wonder if he is scared seeing how the first police academy boy you slept with Andrew is dead, along with Officer Nelson, Herman, and Charlies. Tell me if Grant was still alive and knew you were cheating on Dad with all his friends who were going to be police with him you think….”

“YOU ARE JUST A SAD LITTLE GIRL WHO CAN’T ACCEPT THAT HER FATHER WAS A DUMBASS AND WAS TOO STUPID TO SAVE HIMSELF AND WERE TOO SCARED TO FACE THE FACT THAT YOUR SIBLINGS ARE DEAD AND IT IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR DUMBASS FATHER’S DRUNKEN MISTAKES WHILE ON DUTY!” 

“Well at least he wasn’t a whore like you!” And with that you swung the door open again and slammed it behind you, and as you marched yourself down the stairs, you came face to face with two agents of the FBI.

“I’ll be in the car.” You growled as you stormed past.

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“So when were you planning on telling us that this is the town you grew up in?” Sam asked that night as you all sat in the motel room, Sam on the couch with his eyes glued to the screen of the laptop, Dean sat at the table looking over files of the victims. and you were laying on the bed, staring at the yellowing ceiling as you drew a short breath.

“I knew you two would find out sooner or later, specially after we went in the police station.”

“And you were planning on telling us that your mom ran the whole town, or that your dad….”

“How do you know about my father and mother?” You asked, your body going from the laying down position to sitting up and looking at Dean, whose face was reddening at the sound of the springs. 

“Well your mom and you share…”

“She has a different last name, it is Fanzine, like the deputy down at the station, you know the football looking one. So I will ask you again, how did you know my mother runs the town and my father was the old chief.”

Dean was silent for a few minutes, you could see the lie forming in his brain as he processed the words he should say, however Sam was far quicker at responding, “Dean asked Ernie about it, however Ernie was not one who needed much convincing, seeing how he wasn’t even prompted at first to tell us. After that he…”

“Yeah Ernie is like that, well what do you want to know?”

“About the case or about you?” Dean asked as you looked at him, and saw the loving, protective nature pouring from them.

“Either.”

“Well what do you think about the case, the only theme I can find with the victims are that they were all roughly the same age, and had the same occupation. Did you know them?”

“Andrew Livingstone, Nelson Remington, Herman Grebel, and Charlies Greenbert were best friends, their close friend group also consisted of two other boys, Eric Fanzine, and Grant [Y/L/N]. All of them wanted to join the Senoia police force and work under my dad, and Herman’s uncle. They all were just punks, played minor pranks here or there, went fishing, hunted, were just boys.” 

“Other then the friendship can you think of something else that linked them?” Sam asked as you took another deep breath.

“I am sure Ernie mentioned the failing of the marriage when he was oversharing our family history. Well the marriage was failing because of my mother, whom I am sure you met already and saw her true form.”

“Yeah, I can see why you never mentioned her before.” Dean added as you smiled slightly

“Yes well she hides a whole lot of bitch under those pantsuits. She also however hides a cougar magnet. The marriage failing was no one’s fault but my whore mother’s. She was having an affair with Andrew Livingstone. Twice a week they would hook up in this hotel, in room 55B. It had been happening for almost a year, and while my father didn’t want my mother’s name to be slandered, since she was preparing to run for mayor again, we all knew about the affair. That was the start of what lead Grant to wanting to leave, the thought of this happening scarred him and ruined the very friend group he clung to. Dad dying was the second thing, and the big push. After that the remaining members of the group join the academy and were not doing well enough to join the force here, since the standards were set so high by the previous mayor. So to join the force they each slept with the current mayor of the time, hoping she would grant them entrance. It worked and with a strong referral from my mother, they got in. It was also during this time that Grant got killed in battle and when attending the funeral of her own son she arrived on the arm of his best friend, whom she was sleeping with. However no one knew of the relations between the group and the mayor except for the two girls who were forced to listen to it, seeing how the sex occurred in the bed her and my father shared. That is the main reason I left,I was tired of it, and soon so was Kathleen. She was the only one who had my number when I left. She said Mom was marrying Eric and she couldn’t live with the thought of her and Eric marrying so soon after everything, and the date of the wedding was set for the day my father died. I told her to come meet me, and I would take her away, but my message was too late, and was replied with, “I hope you are happy shank, cause your only sister is dead. NEVER show your face here again.” 

“Woah.” Was all either of the men before you could say, the tears running down your eyes as you wiped them away.

“Yeah. My family was one shitshow.” You giggled as Dean stood up and sat next to you, taking your frame in his arms as he pulled you close.

“I see now why you lied about them, I am so sorry.”

“It is fine. But I don’t know how this link could help. I mean the only thing I could think of was a ghost….”

“Wait, why did you think Ghost, we were thinking….”

“Did you guys not feel how cold the entire building was, it felt like the whole heating system was broken, even though it said it was 75 degrees in the room. Also before I left for the town hall, I did a sweep and the EMF was going nuts around the whole perimeter, and in the doorway.”

“You my love are a saint.” Dean said, kissing your temple as you smiled, and watched Dean go back to the files at the table, where he sat for a while more before the phone went into a frenzy. 

“Agent Stevens speaking.” Sam replied as he looked at you again, as you watched in wonder as his eyes widened.

“We will get there in a second, DON’T touch anything till both I and my partner arrive.” He emphasized before he closed the phone and looked at the two of you, “Eric Fanzine is dead.”

“I wanna go see.” you replied, as both boys leapt into action, both reaching for the FBI suit jackets as you rose as well, pulling your duffle out to collect the pencil skirt and button down you always wore when playing the female FBI role. 

“No, I think…”

“Well if I go with you, then I have an alliby that the police will believe, I can just say I was with you two, helping research the case, since I am an….”

“And when they decide to look up the fact that you aren’t a Feb, and then take you in for this, since I am assuming that is what you think will happen, then we all are screwed. So please princess, stay here.” Dean whispered as he leaned over to kiss you, before leaving out the door with Sam, as you pouted slightly, and laid down on the creaky mattress.


Dean POV

When the boys returned it was early morning, and you were curled up on the bed, the sunrise rays slowly dancing on your face. I slowly walked to the side of bed she was facing and lifted my hand to brush the hair from the front of her face. She smiled slightly as she hummed in her sleep. 

“So tell me Dean, what the fuck was that back there?” Sammy snapped as he threw the jacket onto the couch before flopping down onto the other bed, and looked at me.

“Sammy I am sorry, but I couldn’t just let them talk shit about my girlfriend like that.”

“Oh thank God you two are here. I accidentally left my wife’s Tupperware here, and I was coming back to get it. That is when I walked in and I…. I don’t know what I saw.” Gebel rambled as Sam and I entered the station, which was covered in police tape and investigators. 

“Well can you try to word it as best as you can?” Sam asked as I took my time looking at the desk that Eric had been seated at earlier, which was decorated with a few photographs, one of a little girl with big blue eyes, one of him and [Y/N]’s mother, and another of a group of football players, one who looked as though he could be the male version of [y/n]. 

“Well I thought…. I saw Hank.” He shakily whispered as his face paled, my head turning towards him, “Like with his hand in his torso.”

“Well that sounds….”

“OH MY ERICBOO!” A high pitch scream came from the doorway, the source dressed in silk pajamas, and a pair of sneakers as she raced towards the body. Gebel quickly reached out and stopped her from racing into the scene as my teeth tightened. 

“My Husband!” She wailed as she crumbled in Gebel’s embrace

“I am so sorry Mary. Eric was a good kid, everyone….”

“Where is my daughter, I demand she be brought in for questioning!”

“Excuse me ma’am but why would your’s and Eric’s child be guilty, for one is not even born yet and the other is 4.”

“Not them, my other ungrateful child, who hated my husband and was jealous of my success.”

“And why would she be jealous of you. You just look like a miserable old woman who only got a young husband because you promised him mind blowing sex probably and a young looking hag.” I barked as she looked at me with reddened eyes.

“How DARE YOU! I am GRIEVING!” Mary snapped as she placed a hand upon her stomach, “Oh My darling Eric.”

“You can’t believe the [Y/N] would have done something like this. This is awful, and…”

“I want to know where she is! I want her…”

“She was with me!.” I yelled, the woman and officer glaring at me as I sighed, “I am her husband, and when I told her that I was taking a case here, she wanted to come and visit her hometown, maybe show me the sights. We were keeping it a secret from you all because she didn’t want to boast that she married an agent. At the time the murder occurred we were having sexual intercourse, we are trying for a baby. My partner can confirm this, since we were making him sit in the car at the time of the act.” 

“You and my daughter…. are married.” Mary asked, her face in shock as she looked at him blankly.

“Yes. Now Chief Gebel, if you can please escort Mrs. Fanzine home so we can work.” Sam instructed as he slowly took her out of the room and into an meeting office, as I left the station. 

“Well I suggest that you go to bed, and hope that you didn’t throw the whole case.”

“Yeah but Sammy, it makes sense doesn’t it, I mean all the victims were involved with [Y/N]’s mom, and Gebel said he saw her ex husband, who was a cop. What if…”

“Dean, we will talk about it later, right now, I just want an hour of sleep.” Sam yawned as he turned away, my feet carrying me to the empty side of the bed, where I laid next to [y/n], praying for her sake the killer wasn’t the ghost to her dead father.

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Part 2

Fluffy Mirio, because I can?

I set out to write something with Tamaki and this happened.


No one answered the door when you rang the bell, so you let yourself in with the spare key. A basket of unwashed clothes had been abandoned on the sofa. You toed off your shoes, dropped your bag on the table, and looked around for your boyfriend.

“Mirio? Are you asleep?”

There was no reply, but you picked up the distant sound of running water. Deciding to be helpful while you waited for him, you picked up the laundry hamper and set about chucking the clothes into the washing machine. You were halfway through the load when a pair of warm, strong and decidedly wet arms wrapped around you.

“Hey, you.” His voice was softer than its usual buoyant tones, hued with the tiniest amount of teasing.

“Hey there yourself. I’m almost done with this, be there in a second.”

He pushed the basket out of the way with his foot and nuzzled the back of your neck, breath ghosting over your skin. You bit your lip and closed your eyes at the sensation, softening under his touch. “You can do that later,” he murmured.

You put up a brave fight and acquiesced with alarming speed. “Mmm, okay.”

He chuckled and turned you around to face him. You blinked, mildly blinded by the glory that was a shirtless Mirio. He had apparently just thrown on a towel and walked out of the shower, not bothering to use the linen for its intended purpose of drying things. Water dripped down from relaxed locks of golden hair, tiny drops of reflected brilliance. It was hard to tear your eyes from the expanse of his chest, carved from the dreams of star-struck painters. He flexed a powerful shoulder under your gaze, amused.

“My eyes are up here, angel.”

“Shush, I’m appreciating a work of art. Don’t interrupt.”  You reached out hesitantly to follow the path of a trickle of water down his abdomen, fascinated by the way the hard muscle moved under your fingers. “God, what do you do, bench-press trains?”  

He laughed, clear and bright. “Trains? Nah, just the occasional car.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the hall. “So modest. Come on, let’s dry that hair before you catch a cold.”

He cheerily followed your order to sit down while you busily towelled his hair. You hummed as you rubbed the sunlit strands to fluffy dryness. Mirio grinned happily, apparently pleased with this turn of events. You looked down when he pulled you closer and buried his face in your stomach with a small sigh.

“Is everything okay?”

He spoke without lifting his head, the shape of the words muffled by your skin. “Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

You finished drying his hair and put the towel away. Drawn in by tactile temptation, you carded your fingers through his locks, shaping and shifting the tresses whimsically. You could feel his smile grow wider against the soft fabric of your shirt. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” he rumbled, “it’s surprisingly relaxing?”

You continued dragging your caress over his hair, content to soak in the bubble-and-foam comfort of shared intimacy. Occupied with the strangely silky texture of his strands, you didn’t notice him sneakily sliding your shirt up until he kissed the bare skin of your stomach.

“Hey!” The reprimand was rendered unconvincing by your surprised laugh. “That tickles.”

His grin became wicked, a little villainous. “Oh? I must test this. For science.”

“Don’t you dare-“

Your protest was cut off by the next kiss he pressed to your belly, and the next one, and the next one. Mirio gripped your hips gently to keep you from falling over as he peppered affection over your skin, each kiss lighter than a feather, yet laden with tenderness. You bent over, breathless with laughter, pushing at his shoulder to make him stop.

“Mirio- oh no- enough already-“

He rubbed his nose into you one last time and sat back with a self-satisfied air. “That’s one more secret of yours I learned today.”

You huffed in mock indignation, settling easily onto his lap to curl your arms around the strong column of his neck. “Like you don’t know all of them already.”

He flashed you a trademark smirk, confident as ever. “I could stand to learn a few more.”

Your breathlessness became a product of something less innocent as he slid a hand up your back. “And what would those be?”

Mirio stroked over your spine, warmth blossoming under the press of his fingers. You shifted restlessly as he pulled at the shell of your ear with his teeth. “Maybe,” he said huskily, voice deliciously rough, “a few of your other weaknesses.”

You exhaled slowly, giving in to the tide of soft sensations. You found the edge of the towel around his hips and tugged slightly. “I’m not entirely opposed to this idea.”

He chuckled again, adjusting his grip on you to tilt your head towards his. Your eyes drifted closed in anticipation of the inevitable, perfect kiss. “Good,” he whispered. “I hope you’re prepared.”

Mended

A/N: This was an anonymous request for a Part Two of “Shattered”, my Matthew x Reader fic from a couple of weeks ago. This wasn’t where I was planning on going with this but I think it turned out alright. Let me know what you think!

-Cassie

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I found myself sitting at a coffee shop in New York, warm chai latte resting on the table in front of me. It was my comfort drink’; the sweet foam and warm spices always made me feel better. Today, however, I wasn’t really in need of comfort. I was just splurging on myself; the menu board propped on the sidewalk outside had been too much temptation for me to resist. I watched out the window next to me as autumn rain drizzled past the window, settling over the city. 

I briefly thought of Matthew; although it had been year since I had said goodbye to him, he still crossed my mind frequently. I recalled fondly how much he loved autumn and everything about it. He would have enjoyed this; cool October weather, nestled in the corner of a warm cafe, whose walls were painted in rich crimson and the burnt orange tones of fall. 

I had often wondered if I had made the best decision when I ended things with Matthew. He had been, by all accounts, an incredible man. He and I had a great time together; he’d been loving, kind, and gentle. He was always fun to be around, he’d been attentive, and he’d loved me. 

That had been perhaps the most difficult part of the whole thing. I could tell myself over and over that it had all been for the best, but inevitably, my mind would wander to the fact that he loved me. 

Not to mention how much I loved him. 

I was lost in thought when I felt, more than saw, someone stop next to my table. I looked up and my heart stumbled in my chest. Matthew stood before me, his long fingers wrapped snugly around the cup in his hands. His hair was longer now than it had been when I had seen him last; it suited him. He looked otherwise much the same as he had that day. 

“Matthew,” I said. I was too stunned to gather my thoughts very much. 

“(Y/N),” he replied, and smiled at me. I could feel my palms becoming sweaty, and my heart was hammering against my ribs like a caged bird. I had spent countless hours fantasizing about what this moment could be like; as sure as I had been that we weren’t working, I had never stopped wondering. 

Now, with him standing in front of me, on an autumn afternoon across from the country from where I had left him, I knew somewhere deep down that I couldn’t let him go without trying again. 

“How are you?” I asked. 

“I’ve missed you,” he said boldly, and I was reminded of how brazen and straightforward he could be when he was sure of something. My heart leapt in my chest and I smiled at him. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” I admitted. “Do you want to sit down?” 

He nodded his head, his caramel curls falling into his eyes for a moment before he brushed them away. I could feel myself falling for him already, and I wondered if I had ever truly stopped. 

“Chai latte?” Matthew asked, pulling me from my reverie. I looked over at him and smiled slightly. 

“Yeah,” I confirmed, and watched an expression of slight concern flicker across his features. 

“I’m okay,” I said, slipping easily back into the wordless communication that we had once used daily. “Just an indulgence this time.” He nodded in understanding and looked down into his coffee, suddenly very quiet. 

“It’s really good to see you, Matthew,” I said softly. 

“It’s good to see you, too,” he said. He hesitated, seeming to be thinking. I stayed quiet, waiting to see what he was mulling over in his head. 

“I was thinking of going to that apple orchard I like so much,” he began, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look up at me. 

“Tomorrow, when the weather is supposed to be clear,” he continued, glancing out the window. I watched his reflection in the glass for a moment. He didn’t look different, but he seemed older. There was an air about him that he hadn’t had before, and I wondered idly if I had been a factor in causing that change. 

“I was wondering,” he continued finally, looking over at me again, “if you might like to go with me.”

I smiled tenderly at him, nodding my head. 

“I would love that, Matthew,” I said softly, and he smiled at me. 

Slowly, our shattered foundation was beginning to mend itself, and I couldn’t help but feel that, despite the distance and the darkness, this was something that had all the potential for brightness. 

Packing For College UPDATE

Since I had summer classes at my Uni, I now know what I really need. 

New items are bolded

Here is a list of items that you should pack to make your life at college both easy, comforting, and studious.

Details on my college situation….
-I will be taking 5 courses 
-I will be living in a dorm suit in which I have my own room but share a kitchen and study lounge with 5 other people.
-This list is for 5 months or a semester in college

So, the list….

SCHOOL SUPPLIES

-printer

-extending legal size document wallet

-planner
-5 notebooks
-6 folders 
~1 for each subject
~1 to collect old papers
-10 legal pads (for notes)
-30 pencils
-25 pens
-mechanical pencil sharpener
-3 highlighters (different colors)
-ruler
-staples
-stapler
-whiteout
-tape
-glue
-scissors
-desktop supply organizer
-magazine box/file (to place folders and books)
-computer paper
-hole puncher
-post its
-calculator
-index cards
-USB Flash Drive
-message board (pin flyers of activities and cards)
-dry erase board (for to-do list)
-dry erase board calendar (for test and due dates)
-dry board markers
-push pins
-file storage box with lock (for finances, insurance, medical, and other information)

ELECTRONICS/TECHNOLOGY
-headphones 
-batteries 
-MacBook Pro
-computer bag/sleeve
-Printer (if you can afford it) 
-ink (if you bring printer)
-Microsoft Office
-Ethernet cable (there will be times you will lose internet service)
-2 surge protectors with overload protection
-phone charger
-MacBook charger

FURNISHING/ DECOR
-non-halogen lamp (dorm lightening is the worst)
-desk lamp
-mini fan 
-alarm clock (if you can’t wake up easy with your phone alarm)
-5 command hooks (to place jacket, necklaces, etc)
-3 command strips (to hang pictures)

COOKING/EATING

-Hot pot 

-microwave

-refrigerator

-gallons of water 

-container
-travel mug (for morning tea)
-tea bags
-can opener
-BPA free water bottle 
-BPA free eating utensils 
-Poptarts
-Popcorn
-Multivitamin 
-zip lock bags

CLEANING
-travel size disinfectant wipes
-3 sponges
-bleach
-broom & dust pan set
-travel size dish soap
-3 travel size hand sanitizer
-steamer/iron
-laundry bag with wheels
-detergent
-trash bags
-lint roller
-stain remover

BATH/ HYGIENE
-shower carrier
-shower slippers 
-Pure Black Soap Bars (4)
-body scrubbing brush
-Bar Soap Holder
-full size Arm & Hammer Toothpaste (4)
-toothbrush
-toothbrush holder
-aluminum free deodorant (4)
-facial wash (3)
-body lotion/oil (lots)
-comb
-shampoo/ conditioning
-hair moisturizer 
-nail clippers
-feminine/ male hygiene products 
-razors
-shaving cream
-Q-tips
-towels (2)
-perfume/cologne 
-sunscreen
-lip balm/lip gloss

BEDDING/SLEEPING
-pillow
-2 set of extra long twin sheets 
-comforter
-foam topper (for comfort)
-mattress pad (for bedbugs)

CLOTHES
-bras & panties/ boxers
-socks/stockings
-pajama sets
-undershirts
-jeans
-blouses/shirts
-sweatpants
-sweatshirts
-sweaters
-jackets
-2 formal outfits (if involved in Greek life or other organizations)
-1 semi-formal outfit (if involved in Greek life or other organizations)
-2 professional or business attire
-flats (girls)
-flip flops (girls)
-sandals
-heels (girls)
-Oxford/ court shoe (boys)
-loafers
-snow boots
-hiking boots
-rain boots
-slippers
-jewelry 
-purses
-school bag

“I can’t sleep, Dean,” he says, standing in the doorway to Dean’s room for the third time that night - an inked shape drawn in broad brushstrokes against warm yellow light. Dean rolls over and blinks blearily at the intruder.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice is sleep rough and heavy, like he’s spent the last three hours sucking on cotton balls. His first instinct is to reach for the gun kept in the drawer beside his bed. “Everything okay?”

“No,” Cas says, shifting his weight. “Every time I close my eyes, I’m transported to a new place. It’s disconcerting.”

Dean can’t help himself; he chuckles quietly. He removes his hand from where it’s hovering in the air between the bed and the table and eases himself back under the sheets. “You’re dreaming, Cas.”

 A tiny, irate huff comes from the foot of his bed. “Angels don’t dream, Dean.”

“Angels apparently don’t eat PB&J sandwiches or watch romcoms, either, but hey - there’s a first for everything.” Dean sinks further into the warm, gentle comfort of his memory foam mattress. “Your dreams’re probably a result of the fall, or something,. Go back to sleep.”

Silence. Three minutes pass. Dean can still feel the angel’s eyes watching him, and, judging by sound, Cas probably hasn’t moved an inch. Hell, the dude watched over earth for millennia; he could probably comfortably stand there all night.

Dean, on the other hand, doesn’t do well at being watched.

“I’m not gonna get rid of you, am I?” Dean mumbles irritably when the red numbers on the clock beside his bed indicate that fifteen minutes have passed. “C’mon, then. I’m not having you ‘watch over’ me all night, or whatever.”

More silence; Cas doesn’t move. Dean opens his eyes simply so he can roll them - since when was playing mom to angels part of his job description?

“That was an invitation. We ain’t got all night, sunshine.”

Dean hears Cas move towards the bed. He slides stiffly between the sheets and lies on his back, hair a murky splash against the pillow, skin glowing gold in the half light. His body remains entirely rigid. Dean sighs. In the morning, he’ll blame it on exhaustion and the fact that he was half asleep, but he trails his fingertips down the length of Cas’s forearm in an effort to comfort him, whispering in to the air between them, “It’s okay, Cas. You’re safe.”

Cas relaxes, then, like someone’s let all the air out of a balloon. Dean feels tentative nails scratch against his palm before Cas curls his fingers between Dean’s, a tiny smile playing across his lips.

“Thank you, Dean. You’re the best at chasing monsters away, after all” is the last thing Dean hears before he falls back to sleep.

horizonvibes-deactivated2015122  asked:

Can you make a little masterpost on what to bring to csssa? (And like how many bags you'll need to bring to carry all the stuff) (and if you need like extra storage)

This is from the list of “What to Bring” made by last year’s CSSSA students (Again, not mine but hope it helps!)

All:

  • Student Handbook
  • Electronics, Accessories, and Chargers (Cameras, Laptops, Phone, iPods/MP3s, Kindles/E-readers, iPads/Tablets; Ethernet Cable, Headphones, Speakers, Outlet, Memory Cards, USB Drives, etc.)
  • Lanyard With A Clear ID Card Holder (So you don’t lose your ID!)
  • A Fan or Air Purifier (IT GETS HOT — Recommended)
  • Lamp/Reading Light (No Halogen Lamps)
  • Alarm Clock
  • Shower Curtain
  • Flashlight (No Candles)
  • Small Trashcan (Liners will be provided)
  • Medicine: Allergy Medicine (Including Epi-Pens), Asthma Inhalers,  Headaches, Stomach Aches, CRAMP MEDICINE FOR DA LADIES, Prescribed (DO NOT SHARE PRESCRIBED MEDICATION KIDS)
  • Things For Your Bed: Pillow, Pillow Covers, Blankets or Sleeping Bag, Set of Regular Twin Bed Sheets, Comforter, Memory Foam/Mattress Topper 
  • Cleaning Stuff: Hamper, Laundry Detergent, Bleach, Fabric Softener
  • Shower Necessities/Morning Routine: Shower Caddy, Towels (Pool, Shower, Hand Towel, and Wash Cloth), Shampoo, Conditioner, Body Wash, Shower Gel, Face Wash, Razors, Shaving Cream, After Shave, Deodorant (PLEASE), Hand Soap, Hair Products (Brush, Comb, Teaser, Hair Dryer, Curler, Straightener, Gel Mousse, Hair Spray, Hair Ties, Bobby Pins, Clips, Headbands, Safety Pins), Lotion, Creams, Sun Screen, Tooth Brush, Tooth Paste, Floss, Q-Tips, Tooth Picks, Retainers, Contact Solution, Contacts, Eye Drops, Glasses/Sunglasses, Make-Up, Make-Up Remover/Baby Wipes, Nail Polish, Nail Polish Remover, Nail Clippers, Tweezers, Tissues, Coat Hangers
  • Clothes: Pants, Shorts, Skirts, Sweat Pants, Yoga Pants, Leggings, Tights,  Belts, Jeans, Shirts, Jackets, Cardigans, Sweaters, Sweat Shirts, Dresses, Socks, The Necessities/Under Garments, Pajama Clothes (Tops and Bottoms), Swim Suits/Trunks, Jewelry, WatchPossibly Fancy Clothes (Suit, Button Up, Tie, Bow Tie, Dress, Nice Skirt and Top), BRING SOME OF YOUR MOST FUN CLOTHES! You will have the least judgmental audience in the world! 
  • Shoes: Sneakers, Walking/Running Shoes, Flats, Flip-Flops (For Pool and Shower), Sandals, House Slippers, Possibly Heels or Dress Shoes
  • School Related: Pens, Pencils, Binder, Notebook, Sharpener, Backpack, Gym Bag, Highlighters, Scissors (Basically bring anything you think you might need for classes); If you have summer homework (Books, Textbooks, Writing Paper, Worksheets, Calculators, Flash Cards, etc.)
  • Free Time: Books, Board Games, Cards, Random Costume Items, DVDs, Pretty Much Anything Else You Want To Bring,  Spending Money, Tea
  • PERSONAL TVs, REFRIGERATORS, SKATEBOARDS, ROLLERBLADES, BICYCLES, SKATES, CLEANING SUPPLIES, AEROSOLS, DEODORIZERS, CANDLES, LIGHTERS, MATCHES, OR ANYTHING THAT PRODUCES AN OPEN FLAME TO THE CSSSA/CalArts CAMPUS—THEY ARE PROHIBITED!

Animation:

  • USB memory drive
  • (optional) funny clothing or wigs for an assignment
  • backpack or bag to accommodate 9” x 12” sketch pad and miscellaneous art materials
  • a masonite drawing board large enough to accomodate 18” x 24” sheet of paper
  • an object, book, picture or song that inspires you to share with your fellow students on the first day
  • art supplies will be provided but it’ll be good to bring special things you like using

Creative Writing:

  • Extra lead for pencils
  • Binder with paper and/or notebooks
  • Pens or colored pencils

Dance:

  • Proper Footwear
  • Notebook to write down the words of wisdom you learn each day
  • Tissue box when you just feel like you have to cry out of physical and mental exhaustion
  • Reusable water bottles (then you can fill it with ice from the cafeteria) :)

Theater:

  • Empty Notebook To Use As A Journal
  • Loose Clothes You Can Move In
  • A Hat With A Stiff Brim (Like a Bowler Hat)
  • For Musical Theatre Elective -> Sheet Music for Two Songs
  • Character Shoes 
  • Dance Shoes

Visual Arts:

  • sketchbook (although they apparently give you one anyway)
  • drawing board (optional?)
  • anything not found in a traditional art studio that you plan on using in a piece
  • beret (super important)
  • If you are in sculpture/ceramics, bring an apron and CLOSED TOED SHOES!
Soulmates?

This is my (late) entry for @roxy-davenport‘s Halloween Challenge. I had #49 “You can’t possibly be my soulmate”. Sorry it’s late, but life. This was supposed to be scary, which I’m really bad at, so this is my attempt at something scary. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped by an old enemy, this leads to Dean finding out some secrets about her past.

Warning: kidnapping, possible rape triggers (no actual rape, but it build up), implied smut?

Words: about 2125

Originally posted by marykorns

Everything was dark. The last thing you had seen was the duffel bag you were in the middle of packing. It had been a rough hunt and you and the Winchester brothers were looking forward to a few well-deserved days off at home in the bunker. You had broken a couple of fingers on one hand, and felt the need to adjust to only one fully functioning hand. And the idea of a few nights in your own bed hadn’t seemed too bad either. Turns out someone, or something, had different plans for you.

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Packing for College

Here is a list of items that you should pack to make your life at college both easy, comforting, and studious.

Details on my college situation….
-I will be taking 5 courses
-I will be living in a dorm suit in which I have my own room but share a kitchen and study lounge with 5 other people.
-This list is for 5 months or a semester in college

So, the list….

SCHOOL SUPPLIES
-planner
-5 notebooks
-6 folders
~1 for each subject
~1 to collect old papers
-10 legal pads (for notes)
-30 pencils
-25 pens
-mechanical pencil sharpener
-3 highlighters (different colors)
-ruler
-staples
-stapler
-whiteout
-tape
-glue
-scissors
-desktop supply organizer
-magazine box/file (to place folders and books)
-computer paper
-hole puncher
-post its
-calculator
-index cards
-USB Flash Drive
-message board (pin flyers of activities and cards)
-dry erase board (for to-do list)
-dry erase board calendar (for test and due dates)
-dry board markers
-push pins
-file storage box with lock (for finances, insurance, medical, and other information)

ELECTRONICS/TECHNOLOGY
-headphones
-batteries
-MacBook Pro
-computer bag/sleeve
-Printer (if you can afford it)
-ink (if you bring printer)
-Microsoft Office
-Ethernet cable (there will be times you will lose internet service)
-2 surge protectors with overload protection
-phone charger
-MacBook charger

FURNISHING/ DECOR
-non-halogen lamp (dorm lightening is the worst)
-desk lamp
-mini fan
-alarm clock (if you can’t wake up easy with your phone alarm)
-5 command hooks (to place jacket, necklaces, etc)
-3 command strips (to hang pictures)

COOKING/EATING
-travel mug (for morning tea)
-tea bags
-can opener
-BPA free water bottle
-BPA free eating utensils
-Poptarts
-Popcorn
-Multivitamin
-zip lock bags

CLEANING
-travel size disinfectant wipes
-3 sponges
-bleach
-broom & dust pan set
-travel size dish soap
-3 travel size hand sanitizer
-steamer/iron
-laundry bag
-detergent
-trash bags
-lint roller
-stain remover

BATH/ HYGIENE
-shower carrier
-shower slippers
-3 Pure Black Soap Bars
-body scrubbing brush
-Bar Soap Holder
-2 full size Arm & Hammer Toothpaste
-toothbrush
-toothbrush holder
-2 aluminum free deodorant
-facial wash
-body lotion/oil
-comb
-shampoo/ conditioning
-hair moisturizer
-nail clippers
-feminine/ male hygiene products
-razors
-shaving cream
-Q-tips
-3 towels
-perfume/cologne
-sunscreen
-lip balm/lip gloss

BEDDING/SLEEPING
-pillow
-2 set of extra long twin sheets
-comforter
-foam topper (for comfort)
-mattress pad (for bedbugs)

CLOTHES
-bras & panties/ boxers
-socks/stockings
-pajama sets
-undershirts
-jeans
-blouses/shirts
-sweatpants
-sweatshirts
-sweaters
-jackets
-2 formal outfits (if involved in Greek life or other organizations)
-1 semi-formal outfit (if involved in Greek life or other organizations)
-2 professional or business attire
-flats (girls)
-flip flops (girls)
-sandals
-heels (girls)
-Oxford/ court shoe (boys)
-loafers
-snow boots
-hiking boots
-rain boots
-slippers
-jewelry
-purses
-school bag

things i like about tord’s cockpit:

-the lever on the/our left that he obviously can not reach without leaning out of his seat and taking the seatbelt(s) off

- i’m 90% sure he stole the seat and belts from an amusement park ride. i’ve been on rides with the exact sort of tubing wrapping in foam. very comforting to grip when ur apologizing to god for only going to church for the free coffee and then proceeding to grow up gay

- the little thing with the red army symbol on it in between his legs. the end part 2 would’ve been mostly tord crying had he landed slightly farther forward which is probably why he had the footprints painted on the trapdoor

-it looks like his hat barely fits in with the spike

-there’s no belt going across his waist if he does crash while still in the robot he’ll probably dislocate his shoulders and proceed to slip forward. either into the window or into that little box in front of him. cue tord crying again

Stronger Than Oceans (Oli Sykes Smut)

I laid on my bed and pulled off my socks; the relaxation after a hard day finally kicking in. I changed into just my boy shorts and one of Oli’s shirts. Oli had been away on tour for what seemed like decades, and I was really missing him tonight.

As I laid down, my phone vibrated, and I flipped it over as Oli’s name flashed across the screen. I smiled and opened the message, reading over it.

Oli: You home yet?

Me: Just got here. What’s up?

Oli: I miss you…

I giggled as I in visioned the puppy dog eyes on his face. Those eyes let that man get away with so much more than he should…

Me: I miss you too baby

Oli: When I get home I’m gonna rush you upstairs and kiss you all over. 💋

Me: You’re sweet.

Oli: All over, Y/N.

I bit my lip as this once benign conversation took a turn for the… well, sexy.

Oli: Then I’ll take you to the shower and you can kiss me all over…

I quickly attempted to type up another reply, but he beat me to it once again.

Oli: By the time we’re done there I’ll take you up to the kitchen… and we can pull out those little chocolates you like so much…

Within seconds I knew my underwear was soaked.

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

Me: Call me, Oli.

Within seconds, Oli’s name flashed across the screen, and I immediately answered.

“Fuck, Oli, I need you so bad,”

I could hear his smirk through the phone. I knew exactly what he was thinking and I wasn’t quite sure I was up for it.

“Y/N,”

“Oli, I don’t know…”

“Come on, you know how. Just do it.”

I sighed and blushed a bit, pulling down my boy shorts and I could hear his belt collide with the floor through the speaker.

“Just like I would, Y/N.”

I sighed softly and reached my hand down, slowly rubbing at myself. I sighed in relief as I realized how tense I had been, feeling the anxiety leave my body.

“I want to hear you,” Oli spoke through the phone. His breathing was noticeably heavier, and I could tell he was getting himself off.

I rubbed at myself faster, feeling a knot in my stomach start to turn. I moaned out loudly, arching my back off the memory foam comforter.

I heard Oli moan softly under his breath, and all of a sudden some spark in me ignited. I wanted to hear him. I reached over to the nightstand, where I of course had hidden the toy that Oliver had gotten me for times like these.

I turned it on and rubbed it harshly against my clit, the vibrations enough to make me yell out and arch my back.

“Fuck, Oli!” I yelled, wanting to push him over, wanting to hear him come for me.
I finally pushed the toy into me, gasping and at a loss for words. I thrusted it hard, before screaming out again into the phone, hearing Oli call out my name loudly, reaching his high, as I pulled the toy out and rubbed roughly at my clit again, turning up the volume.

I moaned loudly one last time before releasing onto my sheets, my chest heaving.

“Please come home soon,” I whispered into the phone.

“One week left, babe.”
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A/N: Ugggh! Please write me requests! ;-;

So you are moving into a dorm for the first time...

Hello incoming college freshmen! You have made it! You survived high school and now are getting ready to move into the dorms in a few weeks. It is incredibly exciting but college dorm rooms are small and it can be hard to know what to bring. So here is a fairly comprehensive list of things that you need to be sure to bring to be prepared for an awesome freshman year. 

Bedding 

-Twin XL unless otherwise specified (comforter, sheets, foam pad, pillow, and mattress cover)

-Any stuffed animals that you would like to bring (not too many though, the beds aren’t that big)

Desk Supplies 

-Pens, pencils, highlighters, erasers, glue, tape, stapler, staples, scissors,  binder clips, rubber bands, post it notes, flashcards (if you study with these and even if you don’t they are great for making to do lists), folders, notebooks, and other office supplies that you like to use

-Some sort of cup or small desk organizer to put in all of the above office supplies

-Desk lamp

-Backpack (It helps if it has a good laptop sleeve)

-Stamps, and a few envelopes (you never know when you are going to get surprised with something that you have to send via snail mail)

-Textbooks (these you can get after you move in but it isn’t always a bad idea to get them ahead of time, especially if you find good deals) 

Health

-Medications/first aid kit (cold/flu medicine, Advil, ibuprofen, other prescriptions, band aids, Neosporin, thermometer, etc.) You don’t want to have to go out to the pharmacy if you are sick to get medication.

-Important documents (a paper copy of medical and vaccination records, a photocopy of your birth certificate and social security card, banking information, etc.) I like to keep all of these in a zip up travel binder, it keeps it organized and available in my desk.

-General toiletry items (soaps, conditioner, shampoo, lotion, toothbrush, toothpaste, makeup, brush, comb, hair ties, bobby pins, pads, tampons, razors, shower caddy etc)

-Tissues (you don’t want to end up without these when you need them)

Electronics   

-Small fan that can sit on a desk or window

-Alarm clock (you can use your phone but it is good to have a backup)

-Graphing calculator (this depends on your major but if you have to take any math classes at all be sure to have some kind of calculator)

-Batteries (AA and AAA should be fine but if you have something that needs a strange battery bring those too) 

-Laptop, cellphone, tablet, and all necessary chargers (tablets are optional it really depends on the school and what you are doing. I don’t recommend replacing a proper laptop with a tablet because it probably won’t do everything you need it to.)

-Extension cords or a power strip (check to see what kinds are allowed in your dorm)

-Flashlight (good to have in case the power goes out or an impromptu game of flashlight tag breaks out on campus)

Food

-A couple of small snacks (granola bars, a small stash of candy, crackers, peanut butter, nuts, raisins, trail mix, etc.)

-Cereal/bowl/spoon (optional) Depending on your meal plan it might be a good call to keep some cereal and a few bowls and spoons/forks in your room. Plus cereal is excellent fuel for late night studying. 

-If you have access to a minifridge/microwave in your dorm having some frozen vegetables and pasta on hand is generally a good idea. You can make it when you just don’t feel like going to the dining hall or if the dining hall is closed for some reason. The pasta can be made in a microwave safe bowl, just dump some pasta in the large microwave safe bowl and fill it to the brim with water. 10 minutes in the microwave, then drain and enjoy. 

-Soup (again if you have access to a microwave)

-If you are going to bring dishes bring some dish soap and a sponge as well so you can clean your dishes in the bathroom or shared kitchen space

-Reusable water bottle

Clothing

-Don’t feel the need to bring a massive amount of clothing. You will most likely have a dresser and a small closet that you may have to share with a roommate. Bring only what you actually wear.

-If you are going somewhere where there is snow be sure to bring snow/hiking boots, a winter coat, hats, gloves, scarves, etc. 

-Hamper, laundry detergent, and dryer sheets

-Small sewing kit (I keep mine in a hard pencil case. I have some needles, a few different colors of thread, buttons, and safety pins.)

Decorations

-Some posters or other random pictures to put on your wall (not too many though, there are often policies stating what percentage of your wall you are able to cover)

One Too Many Drinks

“Oh hi can you write an imagine where Harry takes Y/N, his girlfriend, to a party, even if she wasn’t in the mood to, and then she gets drunk and she starts flirting and teasing Harry but he knows how drunk Y/N is so he decides to take care of her and take her home and spend the night cuddling with her and yeah. Thank you!”


You’d started off the night with a very stubborn shake of the head after being asked to join your boyfriend, Harry, at a party. And how had you ended it? With your head in a KFC bag on the way home from said party, bringing up quite a lot of the alcohol you’d consumed little under an hour ago.

You’d spent a lot of the night by Harry’s side, holding his hand and playfully swinging them around to keep his attention on you. Kissing his neck, squeezing his cheeks, being that stereotypical annoying partner. And in your fun, you’d also had one too many drinks. Thus, Harry made the decision to take you home.

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Realize

Dean was sitting on the edge of the motel room’s single bed. Cas sat before him in the lone desk chair. His wrist was swollen and bruised. Dean tenderly examined it for any signs of a break. He decided it was just a nasty sprain and patched him up with a splint and an Ace wrap. He had made him an ice pack from the ice machine down the hall and a couple towels.

It was somehow intimate. Dean’s loving touch turned into caresses. The hand that cradled the bum wrist suddenly cradled Cas’ jaw. Instinct brought Cas forward to brush his lips against Dean’s and in the next moment he was in Dean’s lap on the bed.

He forgot all about Steve as he melted into Dean. He was touched and kissed and filled with Dean as pain turned to overwhelming pleasure. He let it build until he felt it energy would burst right out of him.

“Cas!” Dean sat up from his bunk. He was drenched in sweat and there was a noticeable wet spot in his prison jumpsuit. He’d been dreaming of their one night together when Cas was human. They never talked about it.

***

Miles away, buried under the comforter on Dean’s memory foam mattress, Cas startled from his self-imposed sleep period. His mind had drifted to that night so many times but this time, this time he felt Dean’s desire for him and he realized…he realized they both wanted it. He rolled to his side and clutched Dean’s pillow. “I’ll find you Dean. And when I do I’m never letting you go again.”

***

Dean cleaned himself up the best he could in the small metal sink. He looked at his hazy reflection in the polished metal plate anchored in the wall. “Cas, I ain’t hiding it anymore. When I get out of here, I wanna make a go of it. I’m sick of losing you, man. I love you. And fuck if it didn’t take me too damn long to realize it.”

Imagine you and Dean sharing rooms...

When you moved into the bunker, it was magical. You guys were no longer constantly living out of hotel rooms, or the impala. You all had somewhere to call home and no one was more excited then Dean. See when growing up you were an only child, your parents were a lawyer and a school teacher from Kansas. The Winchesters found you one night after getting attacked by a werewolf and when you asked they offered to train you. You didn’t grow up in their crazy childhood, but you understood it to an extent. So when Dean instructed you take the room across the hall you understood. 

 Since the age of four Dean never really had his own space, let alone his own room. He could never really call something in his life his own other then his weapons, his clothes and other hunter essentials he had come to own. When it came to rooms and space he was always sharing, with John or Sam. Even you. You were a bit taken aback, seeing how you hadn’t slept apart from each other in the past 6 months, but then you remembered how much you loved having your own room as a child, a place you could control and call your own. And to Dean Winchester nothing excited him more. So when you peeked in and saw him smiling at his work, you couldn’t help but smile yourself. For he had the joy of a small child who just got told they could redecorate. 

 "I think your knives would look better above the desk, they look a bit cluttered with the Axes.“ You smiled causing him to spin around and look at you, a grin ear to ear. 

 "I don’t know. Do you?" 

"It’s your call babe.” You smiled as he took a step towards you. 

 "Well I’m ok with clutter. However I have to ask your opinion on the bed. Do you think it is comfy enough?“ He took your hand and lead you to the bed. When you sat down you sank a bit in the comfortable foam. 

"Memory Foam?" 

"Yea.” He laughed, “It remembers me.” He smiled as you looked at the lines forming at the corners of his eyes from smiling so much. 

“I love it.” You got up and kissed his cheek before leaving him to have his fun, as you began decorating your own room. 

 After the day was done, you were lying in your own bed, the room was quite and dark, and the bed felt empty, which was not something you were used to. As sleep was beginning to settle in though you heard the door slowly creek open, allowing the light from the hall to spill in. 

“Babe, you up?” It spilled in as a whisper but you smiled at the familiar gruff sound. 

“Yessssss.” You replied, listening to the light chuckle as the door softly shut and you felt a weight join your bed. You smiled when you felt his chest met your back and an arm drape around you. 

“I thought we were sleeping in our own rooms?” You asked as you turned to look at his glowing green eyes. 

“Well yea, tonight we sleep in your bed that will never remember the shape of our bodies, and tomorrow we sleep on my cloud.” He smiled as he said it, his answer causing your head to shake. 

“So in the end I have to share my room?” “Yea babe. But I am sharing mine too so it’s ok.”

A lot of the time, sleep wasn’t Dean’s friend. Sure, he needed his four hours, technically. But falling asleep wasn’t always that simple; not when dealing with a brain that refused to shut up, or when being restless after getting home from a tricky hunt, or at the prospect of being plagued by nightmares once again.

Which is why Dean often stayed up. Stayed up until his eyes were burning, and until he eventually didn’t have the strength to keep them open any longer.

Sometimes he would fall asleep in the bunker’s library, the pages of an old book sticking to his forehead when he woke up hours later, traces of ink painting his skin. Other times he would doze off in the kitchen while having some coffee and doing some research on his laptop late at night, his cheek uncomfortably pressed to the keyboard.

Sam would usually find him and wake him up, that concerned look on his face, and Dean would always assure his younger brother that he was doing fine. Just fine. And he was; as fine as he would ever be in this messed up life. The only downside was the way his back was hurting whenever he woke up in one of those positions, all of his muscles aching severely.

But somehow, to Dean’s pleasant surprise, things were changing lately, and for the better.

One time Dean could swear he’d fallen asleep while having a whiskey and reading a book in the library around midnight, but instead of waking up with his face pressed against the solid wooden table, he’d woken up to the comfort of his memory foam mattress. No headache, no aching back.

Another time he was sure he’d passed out in the war room while studying an old box of objects that he’d found in the bunker earlier that day, but when he woke up, it was in his own bed, enveloped by heavenly warmth.

It vaguely reminded him of when he was a little kid, when he’d fall asleep on the couch, then mysteriously woke up in his room because one of his parents had carried him there. That didn’t explain any of this though, and Dean was starting to worry, wondering if maybe something weird was going on at the bunker. He was planning on asking Cas; the angel had moved in a couple of weeks ago, and if anything sketchy was going on, surely Castiel would be able to sense it.

Currently, Dean was hanging on the worn out couch in the bunker’s makeshift living room, eyes getting heavier and heavier, his brain no longer keeping up with the movie that he’d been trying to watch. He was fighting to stay awake, but predictably lost the fight.

Nevertheless, his body was struggling, and when he forced his eyes open just the tiniest bit, he realized that he was no longer on the couch facing the TV. Strong arms were holding him, carrying him. Blue eyes were meeting his as he was lowered onto the bed that he knew so well.

Dean gasped at the unexpected sight of his best friend. “Cas?”

Castiel frowned, almost looking as if he’d been caught in the middle of a terrible crime. “You should sleep, Dean.” Was all he said as he pulled the covers over Dean.

There was so much more that Dean wanted to ask, that he needed to say, but his tired body wouldn’t let him. The only thing that came out was another whisper of “Cas…” followed by “stay.”

Dean grabbed Castiel’s sleeve, using his last bit of energy to do so. 

Apparently it was enough, for when his eyes slipped closed again, strong arms were holding him like they had before. The warmth of Cas’ body was pressed against Dean’s back, gentle fingers soothingly running through Dean’s hair. Not even the fact that he ended up being the little spoon stopped Dean from effortlessly slipping into a deep, peaceful sleep.

And who could blame him? Come to think of it, sleeping was actually not all bad…

Jealousy

So yes, Dean was going to do this.

He had to. Sort of.

He had to know. Gain assurance. Get it over with. Because the recurrent pictures he had in his head of what maybe could have happened and approximately did have happened for real were haunting him with such intensity that Dean had an even tougher time falling asleep than usual.

And that’s gotta say something.

So he had to learn the truth.

“Sam?” Dean asked.

Oh damn. This was a bad idea. And it kept getting worse when his giant of a brother looked up from his book curiously.

“What’s up?”

“I…”

Bad idea. Bad idea. Very very bad idea.

So he ducked his head and maybe – most likely not considering his luck record – Sammy would ignore his desire to speak and shove it to the rest of bullshit Dean has said.

“Dean, I know that something’s up with you and you know you can tell me everything. So what’s on your mind?”

As Dean looked back up he saw that Sam was closing the book after carefully bookmarking the side he had currently been reading until Dean had interrupted his studies.

Nerd.

Dean sighed. Like he thought, there’s no such thing as luck when Dean needed it.

He loved his brother. He should support him. That’s exactly what big brothers should do, right?

Crap.

He had to know and after his assumptions would come true he would have to be the encouraging big brother. Even if it hurt as fuck.

Oh man, he had a feeling that it would hurt like hell.

And that’s gotta say something, too.

“Dean, spit it out. What’s wrong? You’re acting real weird lately…” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Did something happen? Is it the darkness? You know, we will find a way. That’s what we do. We - “

“No” Dean interrupted as he didn’t want to think about the evil they had to beat when there’s something else… someone else… he was preoccupied with right now.

He was well aware that he sounded like a lovesick fool and maybe that’s what he had become.

“Dean, do you want to talk about it or should I just pretend that you never said a thing and continue reading?”

Oh, hello, dear luck.

Oh nice, Sam. Giving your big No-Chick-Flicks-brother a way to back up.

But as much as Dean wanted to flee this conversation, he had to know.

“So you two are dating?”

He was met with a deep frown, followed by a very irritated glance flashed from his brother.

“Who is dating whom?” Sam wanted to know and the innocence in his voice made Dean’s throat swell with anger.

However, Dean remained calm on the outside since he was aware of the fact that he had no right to be angry. Especially not with the people he cared about most. If they were happy, Dean had somehow to manage to be happy for them as well.

“Uh… you and Cas?

“Sorry?”

“I mean… wow… I didn’t see it coming… but-“

“What the hell are you talking about, Dean?”

Sam had really brought the puppy look to perfection. He looked so lost that Dean would have laughed at the sight of him if he hadn’t been so determined to act like he didn’t have a nervous breakdown right fucking now in front of his brother.

“Your relationship? With Cas?”

“You’re talking about my relationship with Cas.” Sam repeated slowly not quite managing to get the lost-puppy-look out of his face.

Dean cleared his throat, praying to whatever being is available (other than Cas – that would be embarrassing)  that he might gain some strength, end this conversation without acting like a school girl and bring his suffering to an end.

“I know it’s none of my business… I just… I wanted to… Congrats… I guess.”

Oh, smooth, Dean. That was shitty. Try harder.

So he cleared his throat once again and continued his path of hypocrisy under the piercing look of his little brother.

“I’m happy for you… Really, I am. But be careful with him, you know. He’s still new to human things and… Just don’t hurt him. He’s… he’s awesome.”

Oh, shut your mouth, Dean. You can’t say such things in front of the lover of your friend even or especially if said lover is your brother.

As Dean gained some courage and returned the look of Sam, he noticed that Sam’s confusion had changed into incredulity and… was that amusement?

That bitch was grinning!

After a while Sam seemed to have found some words. His look was softer by now and somewhat of understanding lingered in his voice as he spoke.

“Dean, yes, he’s a great guy. And yes, we had a lot of contact during our time trying to find a way to cure the Mark but - ” Sam explained but was cut off by the older Winchester.

“Sam, you don’t have to apologize or something. It’s okay. I’m happy for both of you.”

“Dean, really?” Sam hissed, suddenly somehow annoyed. “Are you telling me that you’re giving your blessing to Cas and me?”

“Yes, Sammy. I - ”

“Wait! And you would be totally okay with it? With me holding Cas’ hand? Kissing Cas? Making - ”

“I swear to god, Sammy, if you’re gonna continue with the word love I’m throwing up!”

And there went Dean’s silence.

But somehow Sam was chuckling.

Why was he laughing?

“Dean…” Sam sighed, still slightly smiling to himself. “Yes, I love Cas. Like a brother. Like a friend. Not like you love him.”

“What are you talking about, Sammy?”

Jeez, Dean” Sam got into teacher mode, obviously ready to tell Dean everything he did not want to hear and yet really need to hear from him.

“For more than six years I’ve been looking at both of you, we all have been looking at you and knew that you two were the definition of soul mates who fell in love.”

“Sammy, that’s cheesy…” The hunter said and grimaced a bit before adding the question whose answer he feared most. “So… are you telling me that - ”

Don’t get your hopes up, Dean. That’s literally torture.

“Yes, Dean.”

“So you’re not together like together?”

“No, Dean.”

“And you’re not messing with me?”

“Dean! I swear to god, if you don’t have that long overdue Chick-Flick-Moment with Cas, where you talk about your feelings for each other, I will ask him - ”

“Didn’t you just say that - ”

“Dean! Drop the jealousy, jeez. I’m not asking him out, you jerk. I’m asking him to tie you to a chair and confess your undying love for him! Because he’s waiting for you to come out of your damn closet for years! So, will you get up and go get Cas? Please. Do us all a favor.”

Speechless, Dean gaped for what felt like a little eternity, before he stood up, rounded the table and took his giant of a brother from his chair into a tight hug.

“Thanks, Sammy.”

“Anytime, Dean” Sam answered, grinning and shoving his brother out of the living room.

Just as Sam thought, he succeeded in sending his elder brother on its way, he reappeared in the door frame, visibly being on edge.

“Dean…? What’s it now?”

“Do you really think that Cas wants me too? I mean, he - “
Suddenly, Sam jumped back to Dean and kicked his ass back out of the room. “Yes, I know. He’s awesome, he’s hot, he’s strong, and so on and so on. And you are too! So, leave already!”

For the second time, Dean nodded, but before he turned around to head for Cas’ room, he paused, looking at his younger brother with a small smile showing at the corners of his mouth.

“Sam?”

“Dean, I swear - ”

“Relax. Just don’t call him hot… like ever again. It’s awkward. And it sounds wrong when it comes out of your mouth.”

Sam just nodded and made sure Dean wasn’t coming back after he finally – oh god, finally – left the damn room, before he sat down and opened his book.

He never considered Dean to be the jealous type. Would Sam have to brace himself for long talking-slash-ice cream-slash-comfort-sessions in the near future?

But then… Dean killed April with so much rage in his eyes.

And Cas… Sam remembered the time Dean kissed Anna while Cas was watching them with the desire for murder either of them.

Oh god, he had a feeling that both of them were the jealous type.

He was definitely buying some earphones.

Make-up-sex was never the quietest one.


Two months later, Sam was pushing Dean and Cas to move in together.

Because Cas, you didn’t even furnish your room in the first place and your room, Dean, is more comfortable – memory foam is all I’m saying, Dean.

Moreover We don’t have to heat a room that’s not being used – reasons of economy, yeah? And don’t forget that we have to play our part in the environmental protection!

And finally You two love each other, so why not taking the next step? When you know, you know – you know.


A week later Sam suggested to take another room for himself at the other end of the floor – Because it’s a little bigger and it has its own bath room (which is broken at the moment but don’t tell Dean).

In reality, Sam wanted to fall asleep without the uncomfortable pressure of earphones to his head and without risking to hear something that would plant pictures in his brain – just for once.

And maybe the other reason was a nice girl he met in the local library one month ago while doing research on the darkness they still had to fight and that he wanted to introduce to Dean and Cas.

When you know, you know – you know?


Yes, there may be darkness. But it’s bearable if you have your light by your side holding your hand.