Haven’t seen anyone making a GIF from this scene, so I had to because… DRAAL YOU LITTLE SHIT! Gosh, it cracks me up every time I see how he slides into the camera from the side. Jim’s reaction to it is also great.
A/N: I didn’t think I’d get a one shot done for his birthday, but I did. 😊 Happy birthday, Chris. And also, thank you so much for 5.5K! I love you all to bits. What a wonderful present to get on Chris’ birthday. X
13th of June 2017; Chris’ 36th birthday. You had big plans for your husband’s birthday, except they weren’t going to take place until later in the evening. Unlike Chris who had just finished filming the first part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’, you were still needed at your job. You had quite a bit to do today and seeing as you had plans to meet Chris at 6:30PM, you were on a bit of a time crunch. You got up earlier than usual, texting your driver to pick you up with breakfast from yours and Chris’ favorite brunch spot. You weren’t going to be there when Chris woke up, the least you could do was get him some delicious maple walnut bagels.
By the time Chris woke up, you’d already left for work and Dodger had taken your bed space. He chuckled and scratched his best friend’s head, then narrowed his eyes when he spotted a folded piece of paper tucked in Dodger’s collar. He smiled when he saw that it was in your handwriting, it said: “Good morning, Birthday Boy. I couldn’t afford the day off, but I’m leaving work early. See you at 6:30, I’m sending Jason to pick you up so be ready. Your suit’s in the closet, pressed and ready to wear. I love you.” He kissed the note then pressed it to his nose, as always- you’d spritzed it with some of your perfume. You did it every time you left him a note, and he did the same when he left you one; it just made things more personal.
“Okay, Dodger,” Chris sat up, resting the note on his bedside table. “Let’s go see what Y/N left me for breakfast.” He said, knowing very well you’d left him breakfast. It was something you did when you had to leave for work early on special occasions: birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day.
You always thought that between the two of you he was the one that would miss out on all the big occasions, but it turned out to be you instead; the owner of a start-up that helped promote big fashion and beauty brands as well as dress celebrities and socialites. You wanted to complain, but it was hard to considering how much you loved your job. It wasn’t just because you got to work around clothes and makeup all day, it also helped you meet and marry your celebrity crush. You couldn’t believe how quickly the last four years had gone by, it felt like just yesterday you were launching your company.
Chris found the maple walnut bagels you’d left him and popped them in the toaster while he boiled some water to make some green tea. He filled Dodger’s food and water bowl while he waited for both his breakfast items to heat up. He was expecting more than breakfast, if he was being honest. You were a romantic who left him love notes and gifts even when it wasn’t his birthday, so why on earth wouldn’t you when you actually had a reason to do so? He flinched when the toaster popped out his bagels. He grabbed a plate to hold his bagels then grabbed the cream cheese from the fridge, sighing. 6:30PM was a long while away, what was he going to do with his day until then? He could drop by your work place to hang out, but he felt like he’d just seem needy if he did. He huffed and took a bite of his warm bagel, looking over at Dodger who was happily enjoying his kibble.
“Looks like we’re going to go for a long run, bud.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris fixed his tie in the mirror by the front door while he waited for your driver to pick him up. The day had been a long one waiting for 6:30PM, but it was finally here. He couldn’t wait to see you and see what you’d planned for him. You’d planned everything with great secrecy because this was something you knew you couldn’t let Chris’ curiosity ruin for himself. It was big and you wanted it to catch him with complete surprise as it did you when you found out. You couldn’t stop smiling when you saw the two lines appear on the stick, and you knew Chris wouldn’t be able to either when you told him he was finally getting the child he’d always wanted.
A knock on the door told Chris that Jason had arrived, he grabbed his house keys and opened the front door. “Hey, man.” Chris greeted Jason and earned a nod and smile from the man who’d been looking after his wife since she started her career. Jason opened the car door for Chris and Chris got into the car, smiling when he saw a bottle of his favorite beer sitting in a ice bucket. He chuckled and cracked it open as Jason got back into the car, pulling out of the driveway.
You got a text from Jason when they arrived at your company’s main headquarters. You were waiting on the roof with your news as well as a candlelit dinner catered by the Italian restaurant you and Chris went to on your first date. You were slightly nervous to tell Chris you were pregnant. You didn’t know why because you knew he’d be happy to hear it, but you were nervous. You weren’t trying for a child per se, but you weren’t not trying either. You both agreed that if it happened, it happened. You went off the pill and stopped using the latex barrier, allowing the universe to decide if the two of you should be parents.
“Don’t I feel special?” You heard Chris’ voice and you turned around, smiling when you saw him walking over. “You do know how to spoil me.” He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he pressed his lips against yours. You could taste the residual alcohol in his mouth as he kissed you. “Happy birthday to me,” he chuckled softly when he broke the kiss.
“Happy birthday indeed,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Both of his hands landed on your waist as he smiled brightly at you. “Do you want your present first, or dinner first? I thought I’d give you the choice seeing as you’re the birthday boy.”
“Depends on what the present is, I mean- If it’s you and your Versace on the floor, I’d rather save it until we get home.” He winked and you laughed. “But if it’s something that doesn’t involve sexual favors then I’ll have the present first.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you pulled away from his touch, taking his hand to pull him with you. You grabbed the envelope off the dinner table and held it out for him to take. “Aw, man. An envelope?”
“Excuse me?” You laughed. “Did you seriously just say that?”
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I was just hoping for something- y'know, in a box. You nailed last year’s gift, I really liked that bottle of scotch you got me with the personalized glassware?” You tried not to smile too widely as you played out his reaction after he saw what was in the envelope in your head; you had no doubt he was going to regret everything he said. “But you know what, I’m sorry. It’s always the thought that counts and you are always superbly thoughtful. Envelope or box, I’m sure this is going to be an amazing gift.”
“If you’re disappointed, I can always make up for it when we get home ‘cause there’s a Victoria Secret gift bag waiting at the back of the wardrobe.” You teased him and he chuckled, shooting you a quick wink as he opened the envelope. “Disappointed?” You bit back your smile when you saw his jaw drop at the sight of the sonogram he’d just pulled out.
“Is this-” He looked up at you with tear filled eyes and you nodded, smiling. “So we’re-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. He couldn’t breathe, he was holding a picture of his future child in his hand. He was going to be a father, the two of you were going to have a child. “YES!” He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground.
“Chris!” You yelped then laughed as he spun you in a circle. “Are you happy?” You asked as he continued to hold you against him; you ran one hand over his gelled hair and the other down his back. He nodded, burying his face in this crook of your neck. “Is this a better gift than the scotch last year?” He nodded again and you smiled. “Can you kiss me now?” You asked and he quickly met your lips.
“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.
Oookay. So. I guess this is a Christmas/General holiday present for @thatsthat24 because I love him very much.
I worked a good 2 weeks on this because I’m busy and don’t have time to animate much. Not counting when I wasn’t working on it this still took a good 10 hours. I’m not proud of how choppy the animation is, but I hope, Thomas, that you can appreciate it? Plus I’m relatively proud of the art itself
Anyways, for @thatsthat24
I made this because you pulled me out of a terrible place. I’ve had crippling anxiety since losing my dad at the age of 6, and some form of depression with it since I was young, and I’ve been suicidal for many years. Pretty much for the past two years I’ve had nights at LEAST once a week usually more where all I wanted at all was to be dead and for the pain to be gone. And for many of those nights there were things and people who snapped me out of it for the time being. But the feeling came back every time, within a week. And those people have saved my self.
However, I’ve been watching your stuff since around when you started making Vines and you always cheered me up at least a little. But it wasn’t regularly. After a while I lost you for a few months until a month or so ago, when I rediscovered you and was instantly hooked, far more than before. I instantly started drawing things for you and sending them and you saw all of them and said such nice things and it just boosted my low confidence so much and made me so much happier. Your words make me smile and cry but in the end it all makes me feel better and not worse, no matter how strong my reaction. And not just your words to me, it’s your undying love for your fans, both as your fans and as individual people that keeps me going and feeling loved.
Since I got hooked with you and started actually interacting with you, I’ve definitely had some extreme lows. Many anxiety and panic attacks and more than a few mental breakdowns. But never since I first registered how much you meant to me and how much happier you make me have I wanted to kill myself or wished death upon myself. That’s progress for me.
This is getting long so I’m gonna try to wrap it up.
This animation/gif thing is pretty much to show how Thomas made my month a happy time with sad times in it not a sad time with happy days sprinkled through, and how he brought a lot more happiness into my every day life.
Tldr; Thomas Sanders is an angel who saved my life
so I would like a scenario with yuto and the reader. Where yuto has a crush on you and is trying to express his feelings to you, and is trying to do cute stuff for you but you’re relatively indifferent about how you feel towards him
Scenario: yuto/reader (this is the first time I do a request, so I hope it is good)
There he was again. Looking at you with heart eyes and expectantly. He had just presented you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and you felt your heart flutter at how nervous he seemed to be. “Uh, d-do you like them? I remembered that time we talked once and you told me you liked this type… so I just figured I could give you some…” his voice faded at the end of the sentence and you held back a sigh.
You two had that conversation about two months ago and he still remembered it? How sweet could this japanese boy get? “They are pretty,” you say with a forced nonchalant tone. “But what are you doing here in my house? It’s almost midnight, Yuto…”
The boy’s shoulders dropped considerably. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was this late, really…” all of his 1,82m didn’t seem much as he was almost curling in a ball of shame. Your heart clenched, it hurt a little to see how miserable he looked doing all of that stuff to get your attention even though it was extremely cute. “I guess, I’ll leave-”
Suddenly, a loud thunder reverberated and both of you gasped in surprise. A big storm was coming, you thought. Looking at Yuto and the flowers he was holding, you took a deep breath and decided to cut yourself some slack. After all, you would only be inviting him in to save Yuto from the rain; you surely was not giving in to your own feelings. “Hey, come inside,” you said and his dark eyes widened cutely. You held back a smile, “we both know that if you get sick due to the rain it will be bad not only for you but for the whole group, right? Besides, I could use a helping hand to put those flowers in a vase.”
He nodded a little stunned and followed you inside the living room. The lights were on and he observed your simple house. “It is not much,” you said. “I know you guys live in a better dorm, but I like the simpleness of here.”
“Oh! I actually love it,” he said smiling. “It’s just like you, I guess.”
“Um? What do you mean by that?” you frowned and went inside the small kitchen to grab a glass vase.
“It just reminds me a lot of you. The way the furniture is distributed, the way it smells sweet like your cologne and how it is small,” he chuckled and you felt your hands halt at his words. “I just like it.”
And what the hell would you answer to that? “Uh, could you come here? I’ll put the flowers in it,” you said, finally deciding to ignore his words.
Yuto entered the small room and it looked like he was almost too tall for it. The air felt heavier and you forced your heart to maintain a steady beat. “Oh,” his deep voice sounded surprised. “You still have this…”
You looked up and saw the small poorly made penguin figure that was up your fridge. He had given it to you after they made sculptures in a variety show. The MC had said that they should give it to someone they cared about since they made it with their own hands. The next day, Yuto appeared at your doorstep with it in hands and a faint blush in his cheeks. You had watched the show and you knew what that meant, but you decided to ignore it. It couldn’t be. Adachi Yuto didn’t have a crush on you.
However, as the time went by, he kept sending more signals and Yuto became more bold everyday. He started sending texts of “good morning” and “have you eaten yet” constantly even though you were sure he did not have the time to do it. It was obvious to everyone that all of his free time was used to talk to you and you really enjoyed it. Still… how could you accept it? He was the main rapper and the vocalist of Pentagon and you couldn’t allow yourself into that dream. Even if Yuto wanted it as much as you.
“Yes,” you said with a normal tone. He gave you the flowers and you carefully prepared them to fit in the vase. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “It’s kind of ugly.”
No, it’s not and I love it, you thought. “It’s not that ugly,” you said, “it’s alright.” He hummed in agreement and you cursed internally; things were not supposed to be like this. “It’s done,” you said finishing the work with the flowers. You wrapped your hands around them and one thorns pricked your finger. “Ouch!”
“Are you okay?!” Yuto promptly got your wrist in hands and took the flowers out of your hand to examine what had happened. It was a small thing, just a little blood coming out of your index finger, but he still frowned deep in concern and gently caressed your palm. “Damn, we should get this cleaned.”
You were ready to tell him he didn’t have to do all of that. Everything was fine, it didn’t even hurt! But you couldn’t. The feeling of his large hands involving yours and how he kindly led you to the faucet and washed your finger made you stay right there, with your heart pounding against your chest and trying to not lose your mind.
“I think it’s fine, do you have a band-aid?” he asked suddenly making full eyes contact.
“I-I,” you stuttered and rapidly took your hand out of his. Yuto frowned a little and unsuccessfully tried to hide his disappointment. “I’m fine, Yuto.”
“But, your finger…”
“I’m really fine,” you cut his sentence and hurriedly headed to the living room trying to get away from that crumpled place where you shared too much space with the tall man.
“Hey…” Yuto called softly. You had your back turned to him, but you could feel how close he was. His hands landed on your shoulders and you felt like melting. “What… what is wrong? Did something happen? D-did I do something?”
You firmly shook your head. You couldn’t believe how concerned he sounded. “It’s nothing, Yuto. Maybe… maybe you should go home.”
He took a few steps and put himself in front of you. Yuto leaned forward and took your chin between his long fingers to make you meet his eyes. He looked more worried than sad about your request and that broke your heart. “Come on, baby, if there is something wrong, you can tell me.”
“B-baby?” your eyes widened and Yuto’s did the exact same. It looked like he hadn’t noticed the word coming off of his lips.
“I-I mean,” his deep voice was weak, “it’s just…”
It just looked like he had ran out of excuses. Both of you fell into an awkward silence and the tension could be cut by a knife. You knew why he had called you like that and you knew that you wanted that. But, still…
“I need to tell you something,” he said and your throat went completely dry. “It’s been a long time actually, probably since the first time I met you, and I was planning on letting it go, but it just don’t go away-”
“No, I need to finish this.” His eyes were completely locked on yours and the way your heart was beating against your ribs made you think the organ could even escape. “I know you don’t like me, but I can’t help but worrying about you, wanting constantly to be around you; seriously, I get why you don’t like me, but I-”
You know your expression revealed pure shock and Yuto took a deep, cracked breath. He looked like he was hesitating and the atmosphere felt so heavy in your lungs that it was hard to breathe.
“But I like you,” he finally said. “I really do.”
There were tears prickling in the corners of your eyes; you were paralyzed, you had no idea of what to say, of what to do with your feelings. You wanted to cry.
“And it’s fine if you don’t like me back,” he smiled painfully. “Because all I want is to be by your side, whether you are indifferent or not; I just like you too much to care.”
I like you too, the words were right there in your mind; but you seemed incapable of saying them. Yuto sighed and you swear you could see tears in his eyes too.
“I’ll go now,” he said and your heart sank in your chest. “I’m really sorry for this,” he turned his back to you and walked towards the front door. “Just please… don’t push me away-”
You grabbed his wrist and closed your eyes trying to muster all the courage you could ever have. “I… I won’t push you away, Yuto,” your voice was practically a whisper. “I want you to stay.”
Slowly, you opened your eyes and waited with your head turned to the ground for some reaction.
When there was some seconds of pure nothingness and you were ready to regret everything you had done, you felt his arms around you.
He hugged you tightly and squeezed you a little. Your head was right on his shoulder and his perfume was relaxing; it felt just right.
“I will stay,” he said and you smiled against the cloth of his t-shirt.
Maybe you shouldn’t have waited so much to make that cutie yours.
I just want to hug whoever decided Jace’s reaction to the Malec kiss was going to be this!! This proud but also kinda emotional smile is SO precious!!
We never got to see Jace’s initial reaction to Malec in the books, and I just think not only was it great that he was included in the kiss scene, but he had the most gorgeous reaction too! I mean not that I ever doubted that Jace would be happy, but just the fact that he looks so damn proud of his big brother for finally choosing himself after everything they’ve been through and Alec has been through within himself, and he kind of looks a little emotional too, you just know that Alec’s happiness is one of the most important things to him!
It just makes me super emotional to see Jace and Alec’s relationship, and to have this reaction from Jace to one of the biggest moments in Alec’s life, especially when it didn’t happen in the books, is just lovely!
A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I did have a blip of inspiration when I wrote this! If you like it enough, I can make a part 2! Hopefully you all love this and enjoy it! Feeback is welcomed and appreciated! Have a great day, I love you all! <3 <3 *Also headcanons are still being accepted for the 500 follower celebration!*
When you walked into the abandoned house, you expected there to be a demon. That’s where you followed it to. However, there was no sign of them anywhere inside the house. You made sure to text Dean of your whereabouts. Every time you went on a hunt alone, you made sure to check in with them as often as possible. It kept them at ease, especially your boyfriend, Lucifer.
You checked all of the rooms on the first level with haste. The upstairs was the last place to check for any sign of a demon. As you headed up the stairs, there was the familiar smell of sulfur. You took out your demon knife, cautiously walking through the hallway. In the next second you were hit over the head and fell to the floor. Your vision was blurry, but you could see where the demon was dragging you before you were rendered unconscious. When you came to, you were tied to a chair.
You felt the air was sucked out of the room, you thought you’re gonna have a heart attack as your chest heaved in a quick rythme , you stared closely at the pregnancy test stick, it was the fourth one on a row , Lucille brought you other sticks when you chose to be in denial, you couldn’t believe the stick or your eyes.
Lucille peeked from behind your shoulder and cocked her brows as she glimpsed down at the positive sign.
word count : 2 878 summary : Y/N and Kai ‘borrow’ Damon’s car for a ride.
*not my gif
*the day before*
Kai & Y/N went out to a party at Whitmore and later on stopped by the bar.
Y/N had a little bit more to drink and ended up climbing on top of the bar , laughing and dancing like nobody’s watching, her skirt twirling around her hips. Kai couldn’t take his eyes off of her … same for the other boys at the bar and he hated it.
“Whoa !” she screamed , starting to lift her shirt over her head twirling it in the air above her head as some guy’s hands suddenly found their way on her hips.
Kai’s eyes widened , jealousy taking over and he muttered a spell , the guy choked and fell over the bar on the ground. He rushed towards her pushing everyone daring stand in his way. There was no way he’d let any of those boys touch her.
“Alright princess , time to take you home.” Kai said tossing her over his shoulders and heading towards the exit.
“What ? No ! Let’s take Damon’s car and go somewhere fun , just the two of us !” she said slurring her words a little. There’s an idea… Kai thought.
He drove to her house. Carrying her in his hands as he climbed the stairs to her room letting her gently on top of it. Y/N’s was semi asleep , just as Kai was about to leave she grabbed his hand.
“Stay with me.” she mumbled. “I want you to stay with me.” she said pulling him on the bed next to her , her head on his chest. Y/N tried to say something else but quickly drifted off. Kai wrapped his hands around her and spent the rest of the night awake , watching her sleep.
* * *
The doorbell rang and Y/N rushed outstairs to open it. It was nearly 11pm and there was no doubt in her mind about who it was outside.
She opened the door and just as she had expected - Kai was there , hiding one of his hands behind his back.
“Hi.” Kai said smiling , a devilish spark in his eyes. “Wanna go for a midnight ride to some dangerous place with a vampire witch heretic and have fun?” he said , showing her what he was holding in the hand he was hiding.
She had expected to find Kai at her doorstep , what she hadn’t expected was to find the key’s for Damon’s camaro in Kai’s hands. Her eyes widened.
“N-now ?” she asked. “How did you even get those ?”
Kai stepped inside , putting his hand across her shoulders.
“Not important.” he said. “I’ll drive if you don’t want to.”
Y/N fought off the butterflies in her stomach , it happened every time Kai touched her and she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose … tho she’d never complain about it because as much as it drove her crazy , she loved it when he did that.
“Kai , we shouldn’t do that … Damon would kill us.” Y/N said nervously.One thing was sure - when Damon found out his beloved camaro was gone , all hell would break lose and rain on them for sure.
“Let him try. I won’t let him lay a finger on you.” Kai said , a serious look on his face and he pulled her closer to him for a second before letting go and taking a step towards the door. “Come on. It will be fun!” he said , danging the keys to Damon’s camaro infront of Y/N’s eyes. “Plus it was your idea. Don’t tell me you are getting cold feet now ?”
Y/N shifted on her feet uncomfortably. It was true , taking Damon’s car for a ride without him knowing was her idea but she had been semi-drunk when she had suggested it and didn’t think Kai would actually approve let along steal the keys himself. Then again a midnight ride with Kai in the car with her , it sure was going to be a lot of fun. There was no way she’d back out now.
“Lets go for a ride.” she said with a mischivious look in her eyes , grabbing the keys from Kai’s hands and headed for the car.
Kai grinned. “Who’s dri-?
“I’m driving. Get in.” Y/N said interrupting him , Kai opened the door for the passenger seat and stood there for a moment looking at her. “What ? Are you afraid I might crash the car ? I know I’m a girl but I can drive…” she said.
“No , no … its not that.” he said still looking at her.
“Then what is ?” she asked stuck at the cardoor herself looking at Kai who shook his head smiling and got in the car. Y/N sighed and got in too. Whatever it was Kai was thinking , clearly he wasn’t going to tell her.
She put the keys in the ignition and started the car , steering the wheel to the left and heading down the road. Suddenly Kai’s hands were on her , pulling her seatbelt on and locking it.
Unreal. she thought. When was he going to figure out that when he is around , nothing scares her. Not even death itself. Every time they went for a drive somewhere , he’d always make sure she wears her seatbelt.
“Thanks…” she muttered glancing at him. “… but -”
“Not ‘but’. You might want to risk your life dying in a car crash , but I don’t want to risk your life.” Kai said , his eyes piercing on her as Y/N fought to keep hers on the road.
She couldn’t figure out why he cared so much , but was happy that he did. Kai was always super protective of her , but he didn’t treat her as if she was a porcellan doll. He still let her make her own decisions , stepping in when things go sideways.
Y/N turned on the radio , her favorite song starting to play just a few seconds later.
“OH I LOVE THIS SONG!” she said blasting the music loudly , her fingers turning the volume up when suddenly the button fell off in her hand , the radio stopping. “Damn it.” Y/N sighed and hit the radio with her palm and the radio turned itself on. “Finally !”
Kai chuckled. “Damon would not be happy about this…”
“Shut up and sing with me , please ?” she said with a pouty face making him laugh.
“So rude.” he said winking at her. “You know I’d say yes to pretty much everything you ask me to do.”
Y/N glanced at him. What does that mean ? she thought.
“Where is your car?” Stefan asked. “It’s not outside…”
Damon took a sip from his bourbon before turning towards his brother.
“I gave the keys to Kai.” he said , Stefan’s eyes widened at his answer.
“Whyy would yo-?”
“Because he asked and because he wants to know if Y/N has feelings for him too… Which of course she does.”
“Ah… OK. Aren’t you worried they might wreck your car ?” Stefan asked a little amused. “Or that they might … you know ?”
“Shut up Stefan.” Damon said looking at the clock and heading towards the door.
*somewhere on the roads outside Mystic Falls*
“That’s the best idea you’ve had.” Kai said laughing. Y/N laughed too. “Can you imagine Damon’s face right now?”
Suddenly Kai’s phone rang. DAMON said the called ID. Y/N caught a glimpse at his phone.
“Speaking of the Devil …” she said.
“Oops.” Kai said mockingly , before declining the call. Damon kept calling tho.. “That guy’s persistant.” Kai said finally picking up. “He-llo ?”
“Where is my car ?” Damon sounded angry.
“I don’t know what you are talking about…” Kai lied.
“Are you kidding me ?! You do realise I can hear the humming of my car’s engine , right ?”
Y/N laughed. She turned towards Kai not looking at all at the road ahead.
“We’ll give it back , Damon.” she said loudly “By the way , I think I might’ve broken your radio … sorry.”
Kai laughed and Y/N laughed , they were just having so much fun.
The prospect of Damon’s reaction when he had discovered his missing camaro was one of the reasons why Y/N had gotten the idea , tho at the moment she was starting to have doubts about how good that idea really was.
“Listen to me -” Damon started to say but Kai hung up before Damon could finish.
“I think he is upset about you breaking his radio …” Kai said serious for a split second before starting to laugh again making her laugh instantly too.
They kept on driving , laughing and talking. Y/N loved Kai’s laugh so much it could make all her life problems just go away. His smile was the literal sun… and a thought crept inside her mind about him being goneamaking her feel nervous. What are we doing? she thought , fear creeping in.
She knew the risk of taking Damon’s car without his permission , she also knew what he is capable of. Y/N glanced at Kai who had stolen the keys. Damon’s rage will rain on Kai and not her and even if did - she didn’t care something might happen to her , all she cared about was Kai. Damon would have no problem hurting him. She felt the panic grow inside her and her breathing getting uneven. She tried to calm down but it didn’t help , keeping her eyes on the road didn’t help. Her mind was drowning in images and thoughts of what might happen to Kai when Damon gets his hands on him (because with Damon there was if).
Kai noticed the change in her heatbeat and put a hand on her shoulder scaring her a little and she had to spin the driving wheel hard to the right to avoid hitting a lamp post.
“Y/N? Are you OK?” he asked concerned , all color had drained off her face.
She took a deep breath and pulled over on the side of the road , her head in her hands resting on the steering wheel, taking in deep breaths. Kai rubbing her back.
“Have you eaten today ? What’s wrong?” he asked. “I think I have a chocolate bar somewhere …” he said rummaging through his pockets. “Y/N?”
Y/N took another deep breath and bounced back on the seat , her eyes closed and her head towards the car’s roof. Where did she even get that stupid idea ? Putting Kai in danger… She should never have mentioned it to him.
“I’m so stupid.” she whispered , her voice barely audiable but Kai heard her. She opened her eyes and turned towards him. He looked so worried it was breaking her heart. If something happened to Kai it would be her fault and she would never be able to forgive herself or be able to go on…
“Y/N , what are you talking about? You are not stupid , you are the smarte-” she didn’t let him finish , opened the door and got out of the car sitting on the grass a few steps away. Her hands on her temples rubbing them slightly.
Kai got out of the car and sat down next to her putting his arm around her shoulder but she pushed him off.
“Oh-kay.” he said , a note of hurt in his voice. “Are you going to tell me what this is about ? You were laughing and having a good time one moment and then the next …”
Y/N turned towards him , tears starting to gather in her eyelids.
“It’s Damon…he is going to find us and hurt you and I just … I can’t even…” she said pursing her lips together , blinking fast trying to push away the tears , one of them escaping and she wiped it away quickly. “It’s all my fault…”
“There is nothing for you to worry about. I won’t let Damon touch you , or even look at you. I’ll always protect you.” he said softly.
“It’s not me I am worried about, don’t you get it? When Damon retaliates and trust me he will , he will go after you. He knows you took his keys , he won’t give a damn about it all being my idea. Where did I even get that stupid idea from ?” she said getting up , taking a few steps ahead and walking back towards Kai who was still sitting on the ground. She fell silent for a moment and then started rambling again. “I am so stupid , why can’t I keep my mouth shut ?!… ”
“Hey , hey , hey … just breathe.” Kai said getting up , Y/N didn’t even seem to have heard him and he grabbed her shoulders making her look at him. She seemed to snap back to reality. “Listen to me - nothing is going to happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to me. OK?” Y/N nodded and he let go of her , putting his hands in his pockets. “Why are you so freaked out about my safety anyways? I’m a heretic , not that easy to hurt or kill…”
Y/N looked at him. When they had first met , she hadn’t been afraid of him like her friends have been… She had been afraid that she’d fall for him and her fears were correct. Somehow from the very beginning , Kai had found his way into her heart. All her friends always acted as if she was made out of porcellan , thinking they knew what’s best for her. Kai didn’t , not for one moment.
“Because I am in love with you !” she blurted out without thinking , her eyes widening.
Kai smiled. “You love me ?” he said.
Y/N couldn’t move or speak , she felt absolutely paralyzed. This evening had turned out completely different than what she had expected and now she was terrified that Kai would reject her and tell her their friendship is over. Her head was spinning and the world was starting to turn black around her , she felt her knees buckle and for a moment she lost her balance. Suddenly she felt Kai’s strong arms around her.
“Maybe you should lay down a little…” Kai said worried. Perhaps he had pushed it too far.
“No , no … I’m fine.” Y/N said her eyes meeting Kai’s , her breath getting stuck in her throat. “Kai , what I said .. before , I..”
“Did you mean it ?” he asked , a hopeful expression on his face.
“Yes.” she nodded and Kai smiled. Why is he smiling? “Oh wow ! What …what are you doing?” she asked laughing after Kai had literally swept her off her feet and was now carrying her to the car.
“Sweeping you off your feet , isn’t it clear?” he laughed. “We are just going to ditch the car somewhere close to the Salvatore’s for Damon to find and then … I am taking you home.” Home? she thought and felt broken. Kai had smiled when she told him she loves him but he hasn’t said a word back about hiw he felt ..and now he was taking her home? He didn’t feel the same way about her , that must be it.
“I’m driving this time.” Kai said letting her gently down on the ground. and opened the door for her , waiting until she got in to close the door before whooshing to the other side and getting in himself. He turned towards her , she was starring ahead and of course Y/N hadn’t put her seatbelt again. He let out a quiet sigh and put it on for her again. She turned towards him and their eyes met , both of them freezing in place. Kai could hear her heart beating faster than it had been a few moments ago.
“You are my light in the darkness Y/N. ” he said with a small smile, his hand on her cheek pulling her face closer to his. Her eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips. He could hear her heartbeat getting faster with each passing second. “I think … I’m in love with you too.” he said , a second before his lips touched hers.
“Not. In. My. Car.” Damon’s voice snapped them back to reality , his timing the worst possible. “I am angry enough about you ‘stealing’ my car , you do not want to get me angrier , trust me.”
Y/N and Kai pulled away from each other.
“Borrowed.” Kai said. “We were going to give it back …”
“Just get out.” Damon said. “I missed my car.” he said reaching to pull Y/N out of the passanger’s seat but Kai rushed out and pushed him away , holding out his hand for Y/N , helping her out. Damon looked more irritated than angry now , pushing his way past them and getting in his car.
“You are lucky I am not in the mood to fight right now..” he said slamming the cardoor shut. “Looks like you got your answer , twirp.” he muttered before driving off.
Y/N and Kai stood on the side of the road watching Damon drive off still unable to believe how calmer he had reacted.
“W-what?” Y/N asked confused. What had Damon meant with that comment ?
Kai smirked and wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on tight. I am taking you home …” he said winking at her.
Something told Y/N that by ‘home’ , he didn’t mean her house and her heart skipped a beat.
Sam kept going on and on about some monster. A Tulpa, I think, but I a hard time focusing on anything that he was saying. It wasn’t Sam’s fault.
It was Dean’s. The idiot was bent over baby’s hood, working away without a care in the world acting as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to me. As Dean stood and surveyed his work, I clenched my legs together and bit my lip. Sam’s hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me sideways.
“Dude,” he muttered, as he dragged me around the side of the car. “I swear if you keep acting like that, Dean is going to figure it out without you having to tell him, Y/N,” Sam warned.
I turned to look at Dean who was still obliviously staring at his first love. Sam redirected my attention back on him. “I’m telling you, you need to get it over with. Bite the bullet,” Sam encouraged.
“Sam,” I rolled my eyes at the younger Winchester. “If I tell him, it’ll change everything. Our hunting chemistry, our trust, what little he has given me. I can’t risk that. I can’t tell him,” I hissed.
“Can’t tell me what?”
I turned to see Dean approaching the back of the car, where Sam and I were arguing, wiping his hands on a red grease rag. He had a smile on his face that screamed he knew exactly what we were talking about, but I remained stubborn as hell and closed lipped, refusing to have that conversation with the green eyed idiot. If he hadn’t figured it out on his own by now and made a move, it wasn’t worth taking the risk to tell him.
“We weren’t talking about you, smart ass,” I scoffed, but before I could turn around to pop Sam on the shoulder, he had taken off down the road.
“Gonna take a quick walk!” He yelled. “Be back in an hour or so. Just need some me time.”
He smirked at me innocently.
I glared back at him.
If looks could kill, Sam Winchester would have died on the spot and would stay that way. I huffed, irritated with my best friend for leaving me alone with his stupid older brother. I was going to kill him the minute he got back.
I heard Dean chuckle behind me. I knew he could feel the irritation radiating off me because I was never good at hiding my frustration, no matter what the situation.
His hand landed on my hip, and he backed me up against baby.
“What the hell, Winchester?” I squealed, caught off guard by his sudden assault.
He pressed his tall, hard body against mine, pinning me against the Impala. His hand brushed the hair out of my face and his lips leaned down to hover over mine.
“You know,” he breathed, his fingertips dancing along my hip underneath my damn shirt, his breath fanning across my face, “I know you two were talking about me.” Just before his lips met mine, they veered to the right and ghosted my jawline, just barely making contact.
I gasped, unable to control my reaction.
Dean chuckled as he pressed his lips fully against my neck, just below my ear. A desperate moan escaped my throat as I arched myself into him, my body reacting to Dean Winchester the way it had always wanted to, not giving a damn about what my mind wanted.
He smiled against my neck and sucked a light mark there before moving his lips back to hover over mine. His left hand was now splayed over my stomach beneath my shirt. My heart was beating erratically, and I could feel the hard line of his erection pressed against my thigh. This was not happening, I thought, as I squeezed my eyes closed and memorized the feel Dean, something I had only dreamt about.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice rough and low, his lips grazing mine, causing me to chase after them. He pulled just out of reach causing my eyes to flicker open. I was met with the greenest eyes. The eyes I had fallen in love with but was too afraid to tell. His eyes darted between mine.
It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
I swallowed thickly deciding I’d only give him exactly what he asked for.
“We were talking about you,” I breathed, but I couldn’t stop myself. My hands finally figured out how to work, moving to grab hold of his flannel. I pulled him tighter against me and his eyes darkened with list. “Sammy kept insisting I tell you how I feel,” I swallowed thickly, my eyes flitting down to his lips. “I told him that if his idiot brother felt anything for me, he’d do something about it when he was ready. If he ever was,” I confessed, not letting go.
I barely got the words out of my mouth before Dean’s lips were on mine. The kiss was hot, slow, and perfect yet full of need. His hand gripped me tight like I was his, and he didn’t want to share me with anyone. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my throat, or the way my body pressed harder into his.
He pulled me away from baby then ripping the shirt over my head exposing me to the world. If we hadn’t been on some deserted highway in the middle of nowhere, I may have panicked, instead I pushed his flannel off his shoulders and tossed it to the ground. I turned and opened the back door of the impala and crawled in, unbuttoning my jeans as I went. I wasn’t going to tell Dean how I felt, I was going to show him.
I laid down in the back seat, bare before him, and he stood at the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly like he couldn’t believe what was in front of him.
“Don’t stop now, Winchester,” I growled, letting my legs fall open slightly. He moaned and ripped his shirt over his head hastily and shed his pants and underwear faster than I thought humanly possible.
He crawled over me in the backseat of the impala, his cock gliding through my already soaked folds as he kissed me deeply.
“You were right you know,” Dean whispered as he moved above me, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. “I’m a man of action, not words. When I’m ready to do something, I do it,” he growled, sinking into my heat.
He stretched me and filled me perfectly. I gripped his shoulders and held him close to me as we both lay there adjusting to the feel of each other as he peppered my neck with kisses.
“Let me show you,” he whispered, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me to him.
That afternoon in the back seat of the Impala, there was no mistaking how I felt for Dean or how he felt for me. We both made our feelings abundantly clear.
“it was a muggy day in late august 1985, when a creepy guy wearing a black jack daniels t-shirt and dirty jeans sidled up to the history department desk asking for books on torture and the occult. in the era before computers, working at los angeles’s central library reference desk was much more of a face to face job, but this spooky little man had been skulking around the department for a few weeks and rarely approached the desk before. his teeth were stained and rotting, he reeked of sour sweat, and his eyes were glassy and lifeless, like those of a mean dog. he had a scary predator vibe that made me uncomfortable just to be in his presence. my first reaction was to avoid making eye contact, but he was right in front of me. i looked over at my boss, frank, for help and he said "social science” without hesitation. It took the sketchy character a few seconds, but he finally turned and headed away from the desk.“ - librarian for the los angles central library
“We are going to have the cutest kids.”
Words:669 Bruce Banner x Reader
It was a Thursday. You’d always remember it had been a
Thursday when you’d told him. He’d been in his study, reading a stack of
Science journals Tony had leant to him. You almost felt guilty for interrupting
him since it was one of the few days he didn’t have a million things to do. But
you’d just come home from the doctors and you couldn’t sit on the news any
“Bruce…” You called to him from the doorway, your voice
barely more than a whisper. His head whipped upwards immediately. He smiled
when he saw you standing there.
“Afternoon, Darling. I didn’t even hear you come home.” He
slipped a piece of paper into the journal he was reading to mark his place. “How
was lunch with your sister?” He asked looking back up at you. Right. As far as he knew you’d been with
your sister and your niece all day and not just the morning.
“Lilly was wearing those purple rain boots you picked out
for her birthday, even though it hasn’t rained in four days. Emily says she never
takes them off. She says purple is her favorite color. Just like her Uncle
Bruce.” His smile widened ever so slightly.
“Last time I talked to Emily she told me Lilly has melt
downs just like her Uncle Bruce, too.” He chuckled.
Imagine Dean’s reaction when he overhears you telling Charlie about your night with him.
“So, Y/N, you never made it make to the room last night I noticed. Care to explain why I woke up this morning to Sam in the bed next to me? What the hell?” Charlie laughed as she watched you pace the kitchen in the bunker.
You had just returned from a case with the boys in which you had enlisted Charlie’s help. You were always excited to spend time with Charlie. She was like the sister you never had. You and her had connected the first time you guys had run into her. She was your best friend from that day forward.
“Come on, Y/N! Spill.” Charlie prodded. You glanced around the room to be sure neither Sam or Dean had entered.
“Fine,” you said in resignation. “I ended up in Dean’s room last night. I’m fairly sure when Sam came to the room, he thought twice about unlocking the door,” you laughed at the memory.
“Damn straight I thought better of it,” Sam interjected as he entered the room. “I wasn’t about to walk in on whatever I was hearing through that door last night,” he said as a shiver ran down his spine. He looked as if he was trying to shake off whatever thought had creeped into his head about you and Dean. His hair flowing around his head as he shook it off.
You looked at Sam with a mixed sense of pride and embarrassment. Sam left the room as you covered your face in your hands and laughed to yourself.
“It was that heated?” Charlie asked needing to know the details.
“Charlie, that doesn’t begin to describe last night,” you giggled. “The things that man can do with his hands, his tongue,” you said remembering Dean’s touch. A chill ran through your body, settling in your stomach at the thought.
When you looked up at Charlie, she had the most ridiculous smile on her face. You looked at her questioningly, and she laughed out loud and pointed behind you.
You turned around to see Dean, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee. The look on his face said it all. He licked his lips, and raised his eyebrows suggestively as he took a drink from his cup. He was wearing the shirt you loved the most, the burgundy button up.
“Sweetheart, there is plenty more where that came from,” he stated matter of factly setting down his coffee cup and walking toward you, backing you into the sink as he placed his hands on your face. He leaned down to capture your lips in his.
“On that note, I think I’ll go join Sam in the library. Research and what not. Arrivederci, Bitches,” she laughed as you walked out of the kitchen, you and Dean oblivious to her dismissing herself.
Dean pulled away from your embrace and looked around the empty kitchen. “Where’d Charlie go?” He laughed.
You too glanced around realizing you guys must have ran her off. “Oh well,” he smiled devilishly. “You liked my hands so much last night, just wait until you see what they have in store for you tonight,” he said as he placed his hands on your ass, lifting you up so that you could secure your legs around his waist.
You ran your fingers through his hair as you whispered in his ear. “Do your best, sweetheart,” you laughed as Dean carried you back to his room, peppering your neck and collarbone with kisses. The heat from last night was building in the bottom of your stomach. This time it was in response to the memory of Dean rather than the nervousness of being with Dean.
You were so glad things had gone the way they had last night. It changed everything, and it was about damn time.
Pregnant Pairing: Crowley x Reader Request: butterflypikachu asked: Crowley’s
reaction to reader being pregnant Word Count: 900 Note: This one is so short! And I’m
sorry. I still hope that you enjoy it though! Thank you for taking your time to
The clock seemed to be moving slower than the usual.
When you really want to know something, it takes forever for you to find out.
Biting down on your nails, you continued to stare at the clock. A nervous sigh
left your lips as you walked to the bathroom. As soon as you came into view of
the small stick lying on the counter, you stopped walking. Your stomach
flipped, making you swallow hard. “Oh lord..” You whisper slightly.
“Positive.” You mutter to yourself, you vision getting
blurry as you pick up the pregnancy test. You dropped the stick on the trash
and inhaled. “Positive.” You repeated. A tear slid down your cheek. This was
good news to you, but to the father.. Maybe not so great. You weren’t even sure
of what you meant to Crowley, yet. You loved him, that’s for sure. How did he
feel about you, though? Only he knew. How on earth would he feel about a baby?
You didn’t quite know how to tell him. Your hand slid
down to your stomach, a small smile played on your lips. One thing for sure,
you would love this little baby with all your being and heart. Sure, this wasn’t
planned but that didn’t change the fact that you still had a little human being
growing inside of you. It didn’t change the fact that you were going to love that
child more than anything else and you were going to give him/her whatever they
Excitement started taking over you, feeling anxious
and happy for the months to fly by just so you can find out what you were
having. You kind of hoped for a girl because that’s what you wanted first, but
then again, whatever God decided to give you was fine. Boy or girl, it didn’t
matter. You could already picture yourself holding a baby around the house or
chasing after the baby when he/she starts to walk and run. The moment the baby
calls you mommy. The first smile and laugh.
You had to tell Crowley though. Maybe it wouldn’t be
so bad after all. But, what if he didn’t want the baby or you anymore? Then, it
would just be you and the baby, but you’ve gotten through tougher situations
“Darlin’,” Crowley appeared in the center of the room,
with a small smile plastered on his face.
You jumped apart and almost screamed. You were
certainly not expecting him yet. “Crowley. Jesus, what are you doing here?”
Crowley shot you a funny look, “What do you mean? You
asked me to be here at this time, yesterday.”
You nod. “Right. Right.. I did.” You let out a nervous
“Everything alright, sweetheart?” Crowley asks,
concerned. “What’s the matter?”
“Do you ever think about having children, Crowley?”
You bite your lip, looking away from him.
“No.” Crowley answers. “Why?”
You shake your head. “Just curious I guess.”
“Just curious. What is it?” Crowley steps forward, not
believing the ‘Just curious’ excuse you gave him.
You close your eyes as his hand reaches your cheek and
his lips reach yours. “You can tell me anything, remember?” Ultimately, he was
very sweet with you and caring which was weird because he’s the king of hell.
“I know, I know.” You sigh quietly and bite your lip
again. “I just don’t know how to tell you, yet. I mean, I already knew it but
today it was made official..”
Crowley pulls back a little and looks at you. “Come
on, Darlin’. Get to the point.”
“I’m pregnant, Crowley.” You exhale softly.
“I’m pregnant.” You repeated.
For the look on his face, you weren’t able to tell if
he was happy or angry about this. He just stared at you without saying a word,
which was making you nervous and you were starting to regret telling him about
this. You should’ve just kept it yourself and walked away from him.
“That’s amazing..” Crowley finally spoke, his voice
was soft and very quiet, but still it made you smile. “I’m going to be a
father.” This was his chance to be a good father and not be like his mother. He
would give everything he could to this child. He would love the child and
protect it from whatever he needed to. “I’m going to be a father.” Crowley
repeated, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
“We’re going to be parents.” You giggle at his
reaction. Already, you could began to imagine his thoughts.
“We’re going to be parents, Y/N.” Crowley picked you
up and some what spun you around. “I love you, Y/N.” He had never told you he
loved you because not even him, wanted to admit that he was starting to feel
again. He feared that it would make him seem weak, but these kind of news just
made him forget about his fear. He wanted to tell you he loved you, so you would
know. He wanted you to know that he was going to be by your side no matter and
would stay, love and care for that baby as well as for you. This was a life
Your eyes went wide as his words left his lips. Did he
just say that? “I love you too, Crowley.” You say without even having to think
about it twice to say it.
Prompt- anon asked - “Can you do a deanxreader, that’s kinda smutty but more fluffy? Where dean and you are fwb but you both love each other and he sees Lisa one day and they pick things back up w/o telling you and Cas tells you that you’re pregnant and you force him not to say anything and you end up leaving w/o saying goodbye, dean upset then 5 years later Dean and Sam are reminiscing about dean and Lisa’s breakup and Sam brings up why you left and Cas ends up spilling that you were pregnant and Dean goes after you”
A/N- I may or may not have a fast heart rate because I’m excited to do this. Okay, here we go :) Request something , ya’ll keep me going, my writers block is coming back. Credit to gif owner, but yo, i have been W A I T I N G to use this gif omg. I love you guys x
Dean was helping you make dinner, the radio turned up. Whitesnake sang ‘Here I Go Again’ as you swayed your hips. Dean hadn’t said anything, just danced with you. Spinning to turn around, Dean grabbed the back of your thighs, picking you up and setting you on the counter. “I love you” he spoke into your neck while he kissed there.
It used to be all fun and games. It was great up until about 2 weeks ago when Dean was acting different. You didn’t want to think he didn’t love you anymore, but it was looking more and more like that. You didn’t want to think there was someone else.
Sitting in Dean’s room with him, he was standing by the door, his head down in shame as you looked at him. “What’s going on, baby?” You asked, looking at the brown blanket that covered his bed. Dean’s face turned from shame to stern in an instant. “Nothing” he spoke, before coming over to you and dropping to his knees. Sitting between your legs, Dean rested his head on your lap, holding your waist. He wasn’t going to tell you. Not for a while.. So you pushed it to the side. Pretending you didn’t know things had changed.
Lisa knew about Y/N, but I told her I would get rid of her. But it wasn’t that easy. I love both of them. I’m trying to slowly let her down, but god, the pain in her eyes is so hard to see. She knew, but she wasn’t going to say anything. I’m disappointed in myself, I hurt the one person I can’t live without.
It didn’t stop. It got worse, Dean continued to push you away and it hurt worse, worse than anything you have ever felt. You just wanted him to hold you tightly in his strong arms at night like he used to. Wanted him to light a fire inside you when he touched you. Wanted his soft lips on yours. Just wanted him back.
“Baby?” you asked, turning over to look at him in the dark room. “Yeah baby girl?” He asked, pulling you impossibly closer to his warm body. “Don’t leave, okay?” you asked, putting your head into his neck. His chest was against yours, your breathing almost in sync.“What do you mean?” Dean asked. Though you couldn’t see it, you knew he had clenched his jaw and looked down. “Just a dream. I need you, Dean..” your voice was muffled by his skin, but you didn’t care. Kissing his shoulder, you bit right under his ear. “I love you.” you made it clear, putting one leg over him. “I love you too, Y/N.” he was speaking louder than you were, but god it felt good to hear. When he said it, your body erupted in goose bumps, your heart beat faster and blood rushed to your face, you were blushing.
Dean avoided you in the house, barely talking to you unless it was necessary. Acting like you disappeared into thin air, he would turn away from you, avoid looking at you and just treat you like you weren’t there. When Sam talked to you, Dean would change the attention to him.
In your room, you took out the suitcase you had from when you moved in and opened it on your bed. Slowly folding your clothes and putting them in the suitcase, you were taking as long as possible. Dean had gone to bed and you were going to leave. Going to get out of the situation . You didn’t want to leave, god you wanted to stay, but you didn’t want the pain. Grabbing the picture frame from your side table, you put it in your suitcase under your clothes.
“Y/N?” You turned to see Cas standing in the corner. “Oh, hey Cas…” you said, your voice cracking. You were trying to hold back your tears. You were trying to hide your pain. “I need to tell you something. It’s of great import.” Cas was being serious, but when he says ‘import’ it just makes you giggle. “What’s funny?” Cas is looking at you, but he wasn’t mad. He looked upset. Looking up at him, your smile slowly fades. “What is it?” you ask, watching Cas look at the floor. “Y/N, you’re pregnant.” You froze, thinking about it harshly. “Cas, I-” looking up, you were met with a wall. Cas had left. Probably afraid of your reaction.
Tears stung your eyes and you didn’t hold them back, you let them fall. Grabbing the rest of your things faster, you stuffed them in the bags and started to walk out.
5 Years Later
Sam and I were in the library talking, somehow getting on the subject of Lisa. I was mindlessly rolling the beer bottle in my hands when Sam brought up the break up. “Why did you break up?” Sam asked, barely looking up from his book. “Because I wasn’t happy anymore. But Y/N was gone, so I couldn’t really be happy.” I cleared my throat, trying to gain my masculinity back.
“Do you think she knew about Lisa?” Sam had sat up, watching me roll the bottle. “I think she was starting to catch on when she left. Hell, I thought she would’ve found out the second I started seeing her . But I honestly think she didn’t want to know.” Before Sam could reply, Cas was sitting at the end of the table. “I talked to her the night she left.” Cas looked between us.
“You never told me?” I was pissed. He never brought her up. “She was pregnant when she left Dean.” Cas was looking me in the eyes when I lunged for him. But Sam caught me. “Don’t tell me that bullshit.” My teeth were clenched as I sat back down. “I’m not lying Dean.Her names Erica” Cas was still watching me, looking between Sam and I.
You woke up next to your daughter, her hair a mess. Last night she had come into your room while you were sleeping, waking you up because of a nightmare. It wasn’t strange for a 5 year old. Rolling out of bed quietly, you got up and walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. “Good morning, Y/N” Castiel was sitting in front of you on a stool. “Good morning Cas.” You smiled, turning to get a pan so you can begin cooking. “I talked to Dean a few days ago.” Cas’ hands were folded on the counter. “You- did you tell him?” you weren’t upset like you always thought you would be. You were almost happy. But you knew he wouldn’t come around.
“Yes. I fear he may come looking for you and Erica.” Cas spoke in his usual tone, watching you begin to cook. “I don’t now if that’s a good idea, but if he wants to meet her, I guess he can.” Cas looked at you. “Don’t speak too soon , Y/N” then he was gone.
Sighing , you continued to cook the pancakes for Erica. As you walked upstairs , you could see the bathroom door open. You walked in, Erica was standing on the stepping stool, brushing her teeth. Brushing your teeth next to her, you smiled. Even being single, it was better than nothing. You got to experience your little girl grow up. Got to buy her little shoes with lights in them. And no one could say anything about it.
When she decided she was hungry, she came down stairs with you, her hair still tangled. Giving her breakfast and a glass of milk, you walked behind her and brushed her hair. Putting her brown hair in a loose braid, the door bell rang.
Walking to the front door, the silhouette was familiar. Your breath hitched a little bit as you opened the door. “Hi” Dean said, smiling widely, but it appeared fake. “Don’t smile if you don’t mean it,” you were joking, and your smile proved it. “Come on in.” Dean walked in, looking around the house. “After I left, I figured I should make something of myself, so I did. I’m a photographer now.” You were answering questions you knew he had, even without him asking. “And about-” You cut Dean off. “She’s eating breakfast.” You were relaxed, standing on the floor , the wall to the kitchen holding you up. “Before you meet her, are you going to be in and out of her life or are you going to stay?” You were serious now, “I would like to stay, but we would have to figure things out, of course.” Dean was smiling, it was full of hurt, not his usual smile. “Okay..” You nodded, leading him into the kitchen.
“Erica, this is Dean.” you said, watching her turn around . “Hi Daddy. “ She smiled her little kid smile and waved at him. “Does she-” Dean waved back at her as she continued to eat. “Yes, she knows” you smiled, letting it sink in for Dean. “I don’t lie, Dean.” You spoke sternly, hoping he wouldn’t try to play it cool. “When I left, I knew you didn’t know about her, I think about it every day. But if you don’t want to stay, you can leave. Because I’ve done it for 5 years without you.” You asked again, making sure he was staying. “I’m not going anywhere.” Dean clenched his jaw, taking off his jacket.
The Tower was surprisingly quiet. Normally, it would be bursting with activity and voices could be heard from just about anywhere. Instead, it was the complete opposite. Out of the five years you had been there, you didn’t think it had ever been that quiet.
You were in your room practically bored out of your mind. You flipped through the channels on your tv aimlessly.