got the four pack !!

atlantis: the lost empire
sentence starters.

  • it’s just a myth, isn’t it? 
  • that is where you’d be wrong. 
  • impossible, you say?
  • i’ll take your questions now. 
  • don’t let it happen again! 
  • well, this is it. i am finally getting out of the dungeon. 
  • they can’t do this to me! 
  • i swear, he gets crazier every year. 
  • if i ever hear that word again, i’ll step in front of a bus!
  • i have new evidence that– 
  • we depend on you. 
  • you have a lot of potential. don’t throw it all away chasing fairytales. 
  • i can prove it exists! 
  • how did you get in here? 
  • i came down the chimney. ho, ho, ho. 
  • i’m acting on behalf of my employer who has a most intriguing proposition for you. 
  • are we clear? 
  • relax. he doesn’t bite… often. 
  • join me in a little yoga? 
  • he was crazy as a fruit bat, he was. 
  • he knew how much i liked my privacy.
  • i keep a low profile. 
  • he said if anything were to happen to him, i should give it to you when you were ready. 
  • i wasn’t born yesterday, son. 
  • yeah, looks like gibberish to me. 
  • it’s not gibberish to me.
  • i will make them believe. 
  • this is exactly what i wanted to hear. 
  • i am a man who keeps his word. 
  • i’m going to the afterlife with a clear conscience. 
  • if i could bring back just one shred of proof… that’d be enough for me.
  • don’t like to leave loose ends. 
  • i’m your man – you will not regret this! 
  • boy i am so excited, i can’t even hold it in! 
  • what in the cockadoodle is cilantro? 
  • i got your four basic food groups – beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard! 
  • alright, cowboy. pack it up and move it out. 
  • if you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there. 
  • you dropped your dynamite. 
  • what else have you, uh, got in there? 
  • when you settle a bet, you settle a bet. 
  • he always believed you couldn’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge. 
  • this should be enriching for all of us.
  • you ask too many questions. 
  • do not be such a crybaby. 
  • now tell me your story, my little friend.
  • what have i told you about playing nice with the other kids?
  • i used to take lunch money from guys like this.
  • hard to believe he’s still single.
  • do you want to do my job? be my guest.
  • we’re getting killed out here!
  • we have a crisis on our hands. 
  • we’ve been up this particular creek before… and we’ve always come through, paddle or no paddle. 
  • from here on in, everyone pulls double duty.
  • looks like all our chances for survival rest with you. 
  • we’re all gonna die. 
  • put out that cigarette.
  • you didn’t just drink that, did you?
  • don’t move. don’t breathe. don’t do anything, except pray maybe.
  • you’re so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper. 
  • we’ve been pretty tough on the kid. what do you say we cut him some slack? 
  • don’t you ever close that book?
  • relax. we don’t get paid overtime.
  • sometimes i get a little carried away.
  • i guess i’m still a little rusty at this.
  • and now i’m telling you, you don’t wanna know.
  • i’m gonna kill him.
  • go back to bed.
  • alright, who’s not dead?
  • now don’t everybody jump up at once.
  • you really came through.they can smell fear just by looking at you.
  • about time someone hit him.
  • we come in peace.
  • someone’s having a good time. 
  • he’s like a kid at christmas.
  • this changes everything. 
  • this changes nothing.
  • your journey has been in vain.
  • a thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.
  • we were once a great people. now we live in ruins.
  • the kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.
  • our way of life is dying.
  • someone needs to talk to her. someone with good people skills.
  • i have some questions for you and you are not leaving this city until they are answered.
  • you are a scholar, are you not? judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else.
  • you got another question for me?
  • that’s what i do, that’s my job.
  • such knowledge has been lost to us.
  • how was my accent?
  • that’s an easy thing to miss.
  • i just wish he could be standing here with me.
  • we are not thriving. true, our people live, but our culture is dying.
  • we are like a stone the ocean beats against. with each passing year, a little more of us is worn away.
  • i have brought you to this place to ask you for your help.
  • you do swim, do you not?
  • why don’t you lead the way because i have no idea where we’re going.
  • what’s… what’s with all the guns? 
  • i am such an idiot. 
  • this is just another treasure hunt for you.
  • i would’ve told you sooner but it was strictly on a need-to-know-basis… and, well. now you know.
  • i had to be sure you were one of us. 
  • i’m no mercenary. 
  • mercenary? i prefer the term “adventure capitalist”.
  • you don’t know what you’re tampering with.
  • you take that away, and they’ll die.
  • if you gave back every stolen artefact from a museum, you’d be left with an empty building. 
  • we’re just providing a necessary service to the archeological community.
  • i’ve got to admit, i’m disappointed.
  • for once, do the smart thing. 
  • i really hate it when negotiations go sour.
  • tell them to drop their weapons now!
  • you’re not applying yourself.
  • i’d suggest you put a bandage of that bleeding heart of yours.
  • you don’t have the slightest idea what this power of capable of.
  • why don’t you translate and i’ll wave the gun around.
  • no don’t! don’t touch her!
  • but that’s what it’s all about, right? money.
  • you’ve read darwin. it’s called natural selection. we’re just helping it along.
  • we’re all going to die. 
  • this is wrong and you know it.
  • we’re this close to our biggest payday ever and you pick now of all times to grow a conscience?!
  • we’ve done a lot of things we’re not proud of, but nobody got hurt.
  • i followed you in, and i’ll follow you out.
  • well, i think we’ve seen how effective my decisions have been.
  • it’s been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.
  • i didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing to do.
  • we better make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.
  • bring jerky and ammo.
  • i love it when i win.
  • don’t get shot.
  • you told me he only had guns!
  • less talk, more saw.
  • looks like somebody’s working overtime.
  • i really wish i had a better idea than this.
  • you said we were in this together!
  • well, i have to hand it to you. you’re a bigger pain in the neck than i would have ever though possible. 
  • it takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations. you just won the solid gold kewpie doll.
  • if we don’t get out of here, we’ll die.
  • i only wish there was more we could do for you.
  • i don’t think the world needs another hero. 
  • i hear there’s an opening down here for an expert in gibberish.
  • you take good care of yourself.
  • let me get this straight… you didn’t find anything?
  • i’m going to miss that boy.
  • i hope this piece of proof is enough for you.

Laura’s incredible Instagram story today. I recommend watching them to see Ben Platt’s full dance thing and Mike Faist being hilarious ahahahahahaha

anonymous asked:

uhhh what about a set of headcanons for cyrus accepting himself as gay/bi/whatever u hc him as? and make it as angsty or happy as you want!

  • Cyrus had grown up in a rather accepting household
  • At least, mostly accepting
  • They were okay with gay people and such but always acted somewhat off put by them
  • One day while he was watching tv with his family two boys ended up kissing
  • Within the show it was a joke and his family all laughed but he didn’t see the humor in it
  • Once the show had ended and everyone was excused from family time Cyrus went up to his room and texted Andi and Buffy
  • (they totally have a group chat with a really dumb name)
  • He just kind of started talking about the show asked them what they thought about his reaction
  • Andi said she wasn’t sure but Buffy asked if maybe he identified with the characters who kissed
  • Cue sexuality crisis
  • Cyrus spent the rest of the night obsessively researching different orientations and stuff like that
  • He started to think about how he never wanted to date girls and how boys were intimidating but he was always intrigued by them
  • He spent that weekend holed up in his room trying to figure it out
  • It took him another month before being confident enough in is newly discovered sexuality to even think about coming out
  • He was terrified of what his parents would say
  • Gay people were always the ‘other’ in his family, never a part of it so he assumed it wouldn’t go to well
  • He came out to Buffy and Andi who, of course, accepted him completely
  • Then he started to think about his parents again
  • He did build up the courage after another few months
  • He was in the car with his mom and dad when he told them
  • There was silence 
  • Cyrus thought it must be worse this way then if they had shouted
  • After a few minutes of sheer terror is father spoke up
  • “I think you should stay at Andi’s house for a few days.” 
  • His mother nodded in agreement
  • They got home and packed him enough clothes for four days before sending him to the Mack’s 
  • Once they arrived Cyrus burst into tears 
  • He told Andi everything and they stayed in the shack for the whole night
  • Buffy snuck in at around nine and the girls comforted Cyrus
  • They told him that even if his parents don’t accept him (which they assured him they would) he would always have them to fall back on
  • He never wanted to leave the shack

So my friend and I found a website where you can order lots of different bugs, and we found a deal on a pack of four different millipedes, so we got them. 

Here’s her two,

Rowan: (Who’s a shy baby)

And Orianna: (So small but SO COLORFUL)

and my two, 

Parade: (she loved this HUGE GRAPE)

And Choo-Choo: (Or Chew-Chew)

We determined that the big guy (Choo-Choo) is a male and the other three are probably females. They’re small and everyone but Parade is a little shy, so it’s a bit hard to tell. Meanwhile CC is a CHUNKMASTER who likes to explore. He ends up getting a lot of attention.

They LOVE fruit and veggies. Their first encounter with sweet potato:

They didn’t even seem to notice when I put them back down, just kept eating.

Parade is a fearless little nyoom monster. I get her out of the box, and unless there’s a really good snack around or she feels ornery and starts chewing on me (which happens often), she is GO GO GO. She moves REALLY FAST for her size. 

Chew-Chew is a little more chill, and slightly shier. He usually balls up when I first pick him up, unless I’m VERY CAREFUL, but thirty seconds later he’s picking his head up like Nessie:

(this is from when he fell asleep on his food)

Just yesterday, he was climbing the walls so I got him out and let him explore my desk. I offered him a cookie crumble and he was ALL OVER it. 

and even made a lovely curl while eating (he holds small food in his first ten or so feet)

I tried to offer Parade some, but I scared her by accident so she went into NYOOM MODE and wasn’t interested in food. 

And one more cute picture: this was when he was exploring my hand, but I scared him by accident by breathing on him so just his head got a little shy…

…but then an inquisitive antenna emerged. 

I hope you enjoyed them! I love them to bits. They’re such fun little critters.

Oh my goodness. These fellas are amazing. Great names, great buggies! I didn’t realize how charming millipedes are- but look at the way he’s eating that cookie, how could you call that anything but charming?

isaac the slut

Originally posted by emmawathson

Summary: It wasn’t until about four months after Isaac had returned, when he and the beta were taking showers in the practically-empty locker room at the gym, that Scott realized something very, very important about Isaac that he’d miraculously ignored: Isaac was a huge slut. 

Pairings: Scott x Isaac, Kira x Isaac, Stiles x Isaac, Derek x Isaac, Boyd x Erica x Isaac, Mar (omg that’s me tho) x Isaac

Warnings: slut!isaac, sub!isaac, boyfriend!isaac, yoga pants!isaac 

A/N: My lovely friend Addison and I were talking about Isaac Lahey one night. Later, she decided to turn our thoughts into a fic–one that includes me in it. She is amazing and I am not worthy. (She even included my princess kink.)

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Okay, my witchy (or crafty) friends, I’m here to tell you how I made some cute little floral soaps to go in my new(ish) bathroom. They are incredibly simple and quite cheap. These pictures suck because I took them, instead of my very talented wife, but bear with me.

You’ll Need:
Assorted herbs (dried or fresh)
Bar soap of your choice (unscented is best, also look for the fewest ingredients)
Small glass dishes that won’t be used for food (I got a four pack for a dollar at Dollar Tree)
A grater that won’t be used for food
A microwave
A fridge

Here we goooooo!
1. So you wanna grate up the bar of soap, and then pack a medium layer into the bottom of the glass bowl.
2. Sprinkle some herbs in there. If they are dried, you don’t have to do much. If they are fresh, grind them a little with a mortar and pestle or just roll them around between your fingers to get the smells out. I also ground my hibiscus up with a tiny bit of pure lemon extract to get a lemony smell.
3. Add another layer of grated soap, pack that shit down.
4. Repeat until you have as many herbs as you want, but leave a little room for your soap to expand when you heat it.
5. When your happy with the amount you have, put your little bowl in the microwave. Set it for one minute and (THIS IS IMPORTANT) make sure you’re watching. Stop the microwave every time the soap starts to puff up. Pull it out, pack it down, repeat. When all the soap feels warm to the touch, scoop it out with your fingers and flip it over in the bowl. Pack it down good and tight. Start the microwave again, wait for it to puff up just once. Pull it out for good. Pack it down.
6. Stick the bowl in the fridge to cool.
7. When it’s completely cool (15ish minutes), you should be able to push it out of the bowl.
8. Set out to be used or store in a plastic baggie in a cool place. You can even keep it in the fridge if you want to be sure it won’t melt.
9. Clean up is easy, because you’re just cleaning up soap!

Combinations I used:
Lavender chamomile (for protection, healing, and luck, plus to calm nerves.)
Hibiscus and lemon (for purification and self-love, plus energizing smells.)
Peppermint (for healing, plus good for headaches.)

I got my glass bowls for a dollar, an 8 pack of Jergens bar soap for $4, and the herbs for a few cents each in bulk. Making this a project that costs under $10 to make 4 soaps, plus only takes a few minutes. Have fun with the herbs and smells you use! You can add intent to them, like I did, or just make them smell nice.

*tentatively dips toe back into the bjd hobby*

So I got four of my dolls all prettied up and packed for MCC to attend the BJD meet and greet. It’ll be the first thing I’ve done in the hobby in years, so crossing my fingers it goes well. (And desperately hoping it’s not full of pro-recast people).

I’m bringing:
Soom Nion / CP hybrid
DIM Belita / Lumedoll hybrid
CP Juri06 mod / Fantasy Doll hybrid
@batchixdolls Lagoon

I almost packed a Dollstories Kirya / DD hybrid because Kirya is such a beautiful and uncommon sculpt, but she needs more work than I can do in a night. (My DD body is getting very worn-out and might just need replaced… The feet just straight-up fall off. It’s almost 10 years old).

anonymous asked:

Do you have any long sterek married fics

For sure! We’ve got these fics for you! 

And I might have decided that werewolf married counts as married. jsyk. Also, fiancés count. Angsty and I checked. Also, Mail-Order Brides (Husbands?) totally count.

Somnus Interruptus by KaliopeShipsIt

19,448  I  Family Feels, post-Mpreg
Teen and Up  I  part of the Alliteration-Verse series
Derek and Stiles’ almost four months old twins make a pact with the Colic-Demon and sleep has never sounded like a better idea in the Hale-Stilinski house.


20,121  I  Actor!Stiles
Explicit  I   part of the Supernormal series
At any given moment, Stiles’s life is ninety-three percent more likely to become a horror movie cliche than the average twenty-eight year old actor.
A sequel to Just Act Normal, requested by Chaosdragon as part of the Wolf Pack Charity Project.

The Greatest Outcome. by tearsandholdme

25,119  I  MPreg
Mature  I  part of the The Beginning and The End. series
Six years ago they met in a chance encounter that would change both of their lives for the better. Now they’re happily married, two children, and two on the way, and now have to deal with the reality of their lives. For better or for worse they’re in it together no matter what the cost.

A Sour Wolf’s Guide to Life, The Universe, and Dirty Diapers by Renmackree

25,338  I  5/5  I  Magical Stiles
Mature  I  part of the World-Line Series series
Derek Hale finally got his shit together. Finally got Stiles, got the house, got the kids.
But that’s just the first of many, many stories.

we knew the hands of the devil by grimm

27,929  I  Kidnapping
Derek will never forget the sound Stiles makes when the alphas take him.
It’s small, so soft a human never would have caught it, but to Derek it’s as loud as cannon fire; a quick, panicked intake of air that’s not a shout, not a scream. It’s desperate and frightened and almost Derek’s name and it hurts him to the core. Derek roars as Kali lifts Stiles off the bed, the boy struggling against her hold like an oversized doll come to life. Derek fights against the twins, red mist boiling in his vision, fury and terror pumping through his veins.
“Say goodbye, Derek,” Kali says softly, triumphantly. “You’ll never see him again.”

airplanes by thepsychicclam

31,384  I  Family Feels
Stiles gets offered a research opportunity that requires him to travel for weeks at a time. To say that they’re not dealing with it very well may be a huge understatement. But Derek’s trying to be a supportive husband while keeping his two kids from driving him insane.

Practically 7th heaven by ChaelzChaelz

31,488  I  13/?  I  Domestic Fluff
Teen and Up
It’s like one day Stiles and Derek blinked and all of a sudden were married with children. Now they’ve got the pack and work and four kids (what?) ranging from a toddler to teenagers (WHAT?!?) to deal with. And you know what? They couldn’t be happier.

Uncertain Guardian by Trenchcoat Hunter (Reedt)

34,408  I  13/?  I  AU-Werewolves are known
Teen and Up  I  part of the One Who Stands Against series
The sizzle of meat almost covered up the whisper as Aiden asked, “Dad, do you really think it’s them?”
Stiles stopped his ministrations for a moment before turning to his teenaged son. “What do your noses say?”
Ethan looked up from the cutting board. “It smells like them.”
Liam wiped his forearm across his forehead. “At least how they smelled from years ago.”
Stiles turned back to the stove, but his sons could see how his shoulders were tense. “I think it’s them. I can’t ever forget. I still have nightmares about them.”
His sons could hear the rise in Stiles’ heartbeat as Ethan set the knife down. “What are we going to do? Derek’s invited them to stay. He can’t really just turn them away now.”
Stiles turned and sighed, bracing himself against the counter. “We’ll serve them dinner and hope they decide I’m not worth killing.”

These Four Walls by pandabomb

38,890  I  4/4  I  PTSD, Mail-Order Human
“Is your place a mess? Do you wish you had someone to take care of you and cater to your needs? Then reach us online at Your human companion awaits!”
In a world controlled by werewolves, lone alpha Derek Hale buys a mail-order human.
(3 chapters + side-chapter)

Together We Build by KouriArashi

40,737  I  9/?  I  AU-Werewolves are known
Mature  I  part of The Searching Ceremonies series
Everything has settled down after the last Searching Ceremony. Stiles decides to tackle a cold case that his father gives him - a 10 year old murder caused by a rejected werewolf bite. Meanwhile, Derek is trying to solve an even bigger mystery - what’s going on between Uncle Peter and Sheriff Stilinski, and how much does he have to worry about it?

wolfies by thepsychicclam

42,196  I  Domestic
Derek and Stiles try to deal with their rambunctious 3 year old werecub and 16 month old who may not be a werewolf. As if parenting wasn’t hard enough, Derek won’t stop angsting because Evie isn’t showing any signs of shifting. If Stiles makes it to the end of the year without a breakdown, it’ll be a miracle.

Happy anniversary baby by devilscut

61,551  I  9/9  I  Genderswap, Temporary Girl!Stiles
Stiles and Derek have been together for a long time now. Seven years in total, the last four of them happily married. Everything should be perfect.. successful careers, pack and family, a home together but Stiles wants more. Has started talking about kids and adoption.. and Derek’s scared. Scared because his inner wolf is insisting that the only child it will accept is one of their own.. of their blood, their dna. The tension that this has caused has Derek doubting his mate’s fidelity particularly when he starts to scent another female on Stiles. On this day of all days will Derek lose everything he’s ever wanted or will Stiles surprise him as per usual.
Happy anniversary Derek and Stiles.

Figuring it Out by bastillewolves

101,652  I  11/11  I  Homophobia, Cancer
Not Rated  I  part 2 of this series (it is recommended you read part 1)
Stiles and Derek have had a great ten years of marriage. They started a family, they have a large house, they are fiscally okay, and everything is perfect. Or so they thought. As their daughter starts feeling the effects of the moon, she finds out more about Stiles and Derek’s past, they soon get blasted with the the news that they didn’t expect and everything turns from bad to worse.
A sequel to the story “We’re Just Broken”
*Author’s Note: if you haven’t read “We’re Just Broken”, I highly suggest you read it to better understand the story

The Vanishing Proposal by thelionmutters

130,212  I  33/33  I  Amnesiac Derek, AU-Human
Stiles and Talia Hale wait for Derek to return from work. Except Derek doesn’t make it back to them.

I hope you enjoy these! If anyone has any additions, y’all know what to do!

Love and internet hugs,

Fluffy Wolf

deadysprinkles  asked:

Hey, what foam/other materials are you finding work best for making the armor of the Sung cosplay?

hi! i’ve been using entirely EVA foam. specifically like, that type of foam floor mats you’d see in a garage or child’s playroom. i got a pack of four mats for $20~ from the flooring section of lowe’s and it’s gonna be more than enough to finish everything! it’s got the perfect thickness for the armor and if you’ve got the right tools, it’s relatively easy to work with, would recommend A+++

to connect/attach pieces i’ve been using contact cement and i’ve been priming/sealing it with plasti-dip! 👍

(Gonna write blurbs for these. Maybe it will make it look less like shit. Im actually very ashamed but too tired to fix it. Im so sorry. Eve B5)

Eve just got home after a four month trip to the Sundowners pack. She had been up all night on the plane doing paperwork, writing letters, finishing up documents, organizing plans, and keeping her brothers updated. When she landed, she had to greet everyone, talk to her brothers, the Alpha, text Bfly, Luc, Sam, and Rodgers, and take care of chores. To say she was exhausted was an understatement. She was like and zombie on her feet. She dragged her way up the stairs, took her shirt off, and laid down on her bed with a groan. Her face in the matress and her legs off the bed, she finally fell asleep.

Hiking Misadventures

Okay! So today the Roommate and I decided it would be really good to go hiking, so we got up packed something to eat and four (4) bottles of water. We ignore the weather app telling of impending doom well thunderstorms! So we leave and she is driving and passes ALL the state parks… I am like ‘where ya going?’ completely perplexed and she laughs and responds ‘my family has a lot of land.’ Oookay, so we arrive at this backwoods house with a broken down car in the yard and she knocks on the door and tells em we will be hiking. Her mother looks at us like we are insane which I guess is because we are going to be hiking in a thunderstorm!

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Look what an amazing thing I bought. I dare to say it’s even purrfect!

Mr. Brightside (Ending 1)

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: very light mentions of smut
Words: 1303

A/N: Anon, you got my binge listening to the Killers for three days after you sent me this request, which then turned into a complete early 2000s alt rock binge. Thank you for that. I forgot how awesome that music was

ALSO: There is an alternate ending!! I wrote two endings and could not decide which one I wanted to use, so I’m going to post both. 

Listen to the song here!


Dean sits up against his headboard with a beer at his lips, staring at the door with pure anger and frustration. 

You were out tonight. Out with that PR douche you met at the bar last month. 

Who knows how long you’d be out.

Last time you weren’t home til two in the morning. 

And one time you didn’t even come back at all. 

Dean chugs the rest of the beer and chucks the empty can across the room.

He doesn’t want to be bothered by this. You have every right to go out with this guy. And it’s not like he had any type of claim on you.

It was only a kiss.

He thinks back to the night right before you had met your boyfriend. 

The three of you had been hunting a vengeful spirit. You and Dean had stayed with the vic while Sam went to salt and burn the body. It went along without a hitch for a most part, but Dean managed to get a nasty gash across his bicep. 

The two of you were back at the motel room while Sam was out picking up dinner.

Dean was sitting on the bed in nothing but a beater while you stitched him up with shaking hands.

Despite the pain, Dean couldn’t help but smile as he watched you work; you were biting down on your lip, and your eyes were narrow in concentration, causing the skin in between your eyebrows to crease.

He’s not exactly sure what came over him, but as you tied up the last stitch, Dean took advantage of your close proximity and leaned forward in a rush until his lips were on yours. His hand slipped behind your neck, bringing you even closer to him as you kissed him back. Your hands grasped on to his shoulders for support, your fingers playing with the straps of his shirt. As Dean’s hand gripped onto your waist, ready to pull you against him, the sound of the Impala door slamming shut rang out, and you pulled away as Sam opened the door, pizza and beer in hand. 

The two of you didn’t speak about it–you couldn’t with Sam around.

But that didn’t stop Dean from thinking about it.

Dean still didn’t know why he did it; It wasn’t because you’re pretty. Dean’s kissed a lot of pretty girls, but pretty girls he’d never see again. Not one who lived with him and amazed him every day with her kindness, or her humor, or the way she saw the best in everyone you met, himself included. He hadn’t even touched a drop of alcohol until Sam got back with a twenty-four pack, so he wasn’t drunk. He couldn’t figure out why he did it; he just did. 

And when the three of you went out the next night to some local bar, Dean was still thinking about the kiss, unaware of the guy buying you your favorite drink, making you laugh, and pushing back your hair as it fell in your face. 

It wasn’t until he slipped you his number, agreeing to pick you up at seven the next night, that Dean finally noticed. 

The first date kept you out past midnight.

The third date had you running out the door yelling, “don’t wait up!” Over your shoulder as you left for the night. 

But Dean did wait up that night, sitting in the library, “researching,” as the pit in his stomach grew and churned until he killed it with whiskey, before finally passing out on the table before you returned home as the sun rose. 

And tonight was their one month anniversary, causing you to curl you hair, paint your lips, and slip on the little black dress you bought specifically for this occasion. 

And even after trying to down out the thoughts with alcohol, Dean still couldn’t stop himself from picturing your hands against his chest as he pulls you close, how his hands grab at the hem of your dress as he pulls it over your head, his lips tracing your body as he lays you on the bed–

Dean launches himself out of bed, suddenly needing something much stronger than beer. 

Dean grabs his good scotch from the bottom drawer of his desk and the shot glass next to it, and heads out to the library to wait. 

Seven shots later, the bunker door pushes open with a groan and you appear in the doorway, and right behind is your boyfriend, gripping your hand tight as you pull him down the stairs in a fit of giggles. 

The two of them don’t seem to notice Dean, as he’s sitting in the library without the desk lamp on. 

He watches, with shot in hand, as your boyfriend picks you up, and you instantly wrap your legs around. 

Dean takes another shot, letting the scotch burn down his throat as you giggle while your boyfriend pushes you up against the wall, trailing kisses down your neck.

Forging the glass all together, Dean grabs the bottle by the neck and knocks it back, unable to take it anymore.

He slams the bottle back on the table, causing a surprised squeak to escape your lips and you drop yourself onto the ground, suddenly aware that someone’s watching.  

“Dean?” You call out with a hunch.   

Standing from the table, still holding the bottle, Dean emerges from the library. 

“You two have fun?” Dean smiles with an arrogant and drunken smirk.

“Are you drunk?” You accuse, suddenly pissed. 

Dean doesn’t say anything, just brings the bottle back to his lips, locking your eyes as he does so. 

You narrow your eyes as he pulled the bottle away from his mouth, smacking his lips with a satisfying sigh. 

“Can I talk to you?” You demand, not giving him an option.

You head down the side hall. Dean follows you, grinning at your boyfriend as he passes. 

As soon as the two of you are out of earshot, you shove Dean as hard as you can, causing him to stumble back.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss, trying to keep your voice low, but struggling as your anger boils over.

“Having a drink.” He slurs, holding the bottle up to show you.

“Yeah, I noticed.” You cross your arms. 

The two of you don’t say anything, just hold each other’s gazes until you can’t take it anymore.

“Why are you doing this?” You finally ask, trying to keep your boise from breaking. “It was only a kiss.” You whisper with a shake your head, trying to push down the hurt. 

That night was the night you thought everything was going to fall into place. Dean had kissed you, in the way you always wanted him to. 

But that’s all it had been. And it killed you. 

Dean looks up at you, his eyes shining in the low lights, and you can see the hurt behind them. 

“I never–” He starts, but you cut him off.

“You know what, Dean?” You hold up your hand. “I don’t really want to know.” You shake your head, not wanting to hear any drunken explanation he’s about to throw out at you. 

You walk pass him and disappear down the hall. 

Dean just stands there, listening to your footsteps until they disappear completely as the sound of your door shutting echoes.

Dean leans against the wall and slides down, too tired and too drunk to keep standing. 

He brings the bottle to his lips once more, but as the taste of the scotch teases his lips, he puts it back down, suddenly not wanting anymore. 

He bangs his head against the wall, letting his eyes close.

“I never meant to lose you.” He mutters to himself, wishing he had told you just that. 

Girl Next Door {2}

Dean x Reader AU

Warnings: None?

Words: 1,741

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