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St. Patrick’s by the Bottle (Part 5)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,837

Warnings: angst (you should really just expect this from me lol), language, not a lot of cheating going on in this one, Daddy!Dean feels (bc that is def a warning)

Catch up on the By the Bottle Series

A/N: I hope you guys really love this part as much as I did!! Big thank you to all of you who voted on what the twins gender would be!! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!! :*

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That Place in the Fields(A Richonne AU short story)

  That Place in the Fields
He could see her in the distance across the expansive field that separated their houses. Michonne’s smile was visible even with her so far away. A heat wave had hit Georgia, and the devil himself was torching the air around them. Rick wiped beads of sweat off of his forehead. The blades of grass on the ground did not move a bit; there was no breeze to cool anything down. He put his hands up like a sun visor to cover his eyes, the sunlight was blaring out.

“Hey there, Rick,” she said with a bright smile. He loved that smile. Dreaming about that smile got him through some difficult nights. Michonne had went away for two years to live in South Africa. She had just returned home for the summer, and decided to move back in with her parents. Rick had a similar situation, but for different reasons.

“Hey, ‘Chonnie, what’s going on?” Rick said leaning against the banister. He didn’t have his shirt on, just some blue jean shorts. Could you blame him? It was just so depressingly hot  outside. He was a bit bronzed by the rays of sunlight that dispersed all over his bare chest, arms, and back. The sweat made him glisten like a Grecian statue. Michonne shaded her eyes as well, looking up at Rick.

“Not much. Bored as hell. My parents went to the big mall in Atlanta, but I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to sit in the car while they argued over directions.” Rick laughed. Whenever her parents took them to the mall when they were in high school, they always argued on the way there, and made heart eyes on the way back. He always thought they were the coolest people ever. “What are you getting into today?” Michonne added.

“I’m feeling the same way you are. Bored. I’m a bit restless, so I had to come outside and get some fresh air, even in the devil’s heat.” Rick said walking towards the steps. “You wanna come inside? I got some tea and lemonade. I’m pretty sure we can find ourselves some great show to binge watch.”

He raised his hand waving her up the stairs. “Come on, ‘Chonnie.” She still looked the same he thought as she ascended the few steps to his wrap around porch. Her locs were a little longer, he noticed, as she walked up the stairs. They were mid way down her back now.

She apparently was hot as well.  Droplets of sweat appeared over her brows and she used the back of her hand to wipe it away. Some droplets formed in the area above her cleavage, rolling down tantalizingly between her breasts where they disappeared into her purple tank top. Her shorts were frayed at the bottom and sat just below her round ass.

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Imagine you and Dean always fight, but one day he pushes you too far

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Dean have known each other a very long time and have always been together! But they have always picked fights and bully each other but then Dean says something stupid so Sam comes and comforts the reader and derek still don’t understand what he did wrong! A really detailed request sorry and it would be awesome if you made the reader a strong tomboy who never cries but it would be awesome if you could do it really sensible and sad and drama but romantic love a fan


The first time you met the Winchester boys was exactly two weeks after your father died. Your parents had been hunters for as long as you could remember, but they greatly underestimated the demon who killed your father.You were only ten years old at the time, but suddenly you had to be the responsible one. Your mother was a wreck – never leaving your hotel room, refusing to eat, drinking herself sick. Then one day, she simply packed up all your bags and told you to get in the car.

By the end of the next day, you had reached a cheap motel halfway across the country. Instead of checking out a room, you mom simply dragged you up to one of the doors and knocked. The door was opened by a boy who looked maybe a year or two older than you, with short cut hair and brilliant green eyes. He stared at you, then at your mom. “Uh, who are you?”

“Dean!” A man appeared behind the boy, dark-haired and in need of a shave. He nodded a greeting to your mother, moving his son aside so that the two of you could come in. Once you entered, you saw that there was another, younger boy sitting on one of the beds, brown hair flopping into his eyes.

Your mother introduced you to her old hunter friend, John, and his two sons, Dean and Sam. She told John about what happened to your father, ending her story with a long swig of her drink. “John, I need your help to kill the sonofabitch.”

It was eventually decided that your mom and John would go after the demon, leaving you with John’s boys. You stayed with them in that hotel room for about a week, and got to know both of them pretty well. Sam was more shy, liked to read, and didn’t know about the things his dad hunted. Dean was the responsible one, who knew everything and took care of Sammy, but at the cost of his childhood. By the time your mom and John returned, stinking of sulfur and covered in blood, you knew that you had met the two best friends you would ever have.

What you didn’t know was that you had also met the boy you were going to fall in love with.


*Seven years later*

“But mom, Homecoming is this weekend! It’s my senior year, my last chance to go to a Homecoming dance. Just this once, tell John to call someone else to help him with the hunt. Please.”

“(Y/N), you know how important this is. John thinks it might be the thing that killed Mary. We have to check it out.”

You grit your teeth, biting back the threat of tears. You didn’t cry. End of story. “So what? I’m supposed to sacrifice my high school experience – which, by the way, is my last chance at ever experiencing anything close to normal – because John Winchester is an obsessive prick and needs backup?”

“(Y/N)!” You mother glared at you, hands on her hips. “Young lady, John Winchester helped me avenge your father’s death. And I plan to do the same. Now go pack your stuff. We’re leaving in twenty minutes, even if I have to drug you to get you in the car.”

You spent that night sleeping in the back seat of your mother’s car, and much of the next day on the road. It was early evening by the time you reached the motel where the three Winchesters were camped out. Your mom dropped you off, and you exchanged a quick hello with John before going up to the door and knocking.

The door was opened by a very attractive boy with short hair and brilliant green eyes. He smirked down he saw you, moving to let you into the room. “Hey, shortie. Long time no see.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut it, Pie Boy.” You stepped into the room, throwing your stuff down on one of the beds and moving to hug Sam. You had always thought of Sam kind of like the little brother you never had. “Hey, Sammy. Wow, you’ve grown so much. I think you’re taller than me now.”

“Hi, (Y/N).” He hugged you back, before the two of you sat down on the bed. “How have you been?”

“Well.” You sighed, laying back on the bed. “My mom made me skip Homecoming so she could go hunting with your dad. So much for that normal senior year experience she promised me.”

Dean scoffed. “So what, you actually had a date to the dance?”

You bit your lip, glaring at him. “If you must know, I was going with a group of friends.”

“Figures,” Dean muttered. He stood up, grabbing the keys to his dad’s car. “I’m going to get dinner. You two want anything?”

You and Sam relayed your food orders, and Dean left without another word. You groaned, turning to the younger Winchester. “Is he this much of a dick to everybody?”

“Nah.” Sam shrugged, patting your shoulder. “You two have always picked fights with each other.”

“I don’t know why.” You muttered, glaring at the ceiling in frustration.

That night, dinner was a nightmare. Sam tried to make polite conversation, but you and Dean kept making rude comments towards each other. Finally, Sam stood up and sighed. “Look, I’m just gonna go to bed. Goodnight.”

Once he was gone, you shot Dean a glare. “I don’t see why you have to be so rude.”

He glared back. “Maybe because you’re all bitchy and defensive every time I try to talk to you.”

You stood up, stomping to the door and slamming it open. You didn’t stop until you were outside, sitting on the curb at staring up at the stars. You weren’t going to cry. Especially not over Dean Winchester.

“You might wanna be careful out here.” His voice was so much deeper than the last time you saw him. He sat down next to you, leaving a couple of inches between the two of you. “Dad thinks there might be a hunt waiting to happen in the woods outside of town.”

You sighed, shivering. Dean noticed and scooted closer, wrapping his arm around and pulling you into his side. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and he tucked his chin over your head. You spoke in a whisper. “Why are we so mean to each other?”

“I don’t know.” He murmured, gently rubbing your arm. “You know that, besides Sammy and Dad, you’re the most important person in my life, right?”

“I know.” You whispered, snuggling closer to his side. You turned your face up to look at him, sinking into those gorgeous eyes. Your breath hitched. He really was beautiful. You’d never thought of him in a romantic way before, but it was hard not to at this point.

“(Y/N…” He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours, as if he was afraid of offending you. You leaned up to meet him, pressing your lips against his. He kissed you gently and passionately, and you replied with every bit as much enthusiasm. His hands moved to your shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumbs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

It was Dean who finally broke away, leaning his forehead against yours and wrapping his arms around you. “We should go back inside.”

“We should.” You agreed. “But first…” You leaned up, connecting your lips to his once more.


It had been years since that night. Your mom was gone. John was gone. There had been several times that you had thought you’d lost Sam or Dean too, but they always came back. You’d been living and hunting with them for a while now, and although you and Dean had shared many more heated moments in the last few years, it wasn’t anything official. You weren’t a couple, although you were definitely more than friends. And he was still constantly annoying you.

“Damn it, (Y/N)!” Dean yelled as he paced the motel room, occasionally shooting you a glare. “What were you thinking?!”

“That you and Sam were in trouble.” You muttered.

“We had it under control!” Dean stepped towards the bed where you were sitting. “You could have died, (Y/N)!”

“So could you,” You pointed out. “That vampire was going to attack Sam. What was I supposed to do?”

“We could have handled it! But instead, you throw yourself in there and get injured, and then the entire nest swarms us because they smell blood!”

“Dean.” Sam warned, sensing that Dean was dangerously close to pushing you over the edge. “She was trying to help.”

“We all could have died!” Dean growled. “I swear, (Y/N), sometimes I wish we had never agreed to let you hunt with us.”

“Dean!” Sam stood up, moving to stand between you and his brother. You bit your lip, glancing down at their feet. Dean grabbed his jacket and keys, slamming the front door behind him.

Sam sat down on the bed next to you. “(Y/N), he didn’t mean it.”

“Whatever.” You hissed, bristling like an offended cat. “Can we please just sew up my flesh wound?”

“Oh course.” Sam helped you roll up the blood-soaked fabric of your shirt, exposing the gash just above your left hip. He got up and began to gather supplies. “You know, Dean doesn’t mean to upset you. He’s just scared.”

“Of –” You gasped as Sam started to clean the wound. “Of what?”

“Losing you.” Sam stared earnestly into your eyes before quickly returning to tending your injuries. “You know, you mean more to him than you think. He gets so scared when you’re hurt, (Y/N). He doesn’t want you to know it, but he needs you.”

“Dean Winchester doesn’t need anyone.” You muttered. “Except maybe you. But you’re his brother.”

“And you’re the woman he loves.” Sam said it so matter-of-factly, like it was common knowledge. “He depends on you.”

“Really?” You winced as Sammy began to sew up the gash in your side.

“Really.” Sam finished stitching you up and pulled you into a hug. “You should talk to him about it.”


Dean stumbled in early the next morning, drunk. You waited for him to sleep it off, while Sam went to do… something. You forgot what he said, but you were fairly sure it was just an excuse to leave you and Dean alone. Once he woke up and drank a couple of cups of coffee, you sat down next to him on the couch. “Did you mean it?”

He glanced at you, sipping his third cup of coffee. “Mean what?”

“When you said… you know, when you said that you wished I never came hunting with you.”

“Of course I meant it.” You felt your heart sink, but Dean kept talking. “If we hadn’t let you come with us, then you wouldn’t get hurt like this. We put you at risk every day, and it kills me. I…” He met your eyes, his own glimmering with hidden emotion. “I couldn’t live with myself if we got you killed, (Y/N).”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You promised, moving closer to him. “I need you. And Sammy. You two are the only people I have left.”

Dean slid his hand onto your leg, setting his coffee down. “(Y/N)…”

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. You buried your face in his shoulder, and felt him kiss your hair. He gently lifted your face, leaning down to press his lips to yours. It was every bit as amazing as your first kiss, and for a moment you were a lovesick teenager again, completely in love with Dean Winchester.

When he broke away he kept you cradled in his arms, kissing your forehead. And then he said it. Three words, the three words you had given up on ever hearing.

“I love you.”

You smiled, pecking his lips again. “I know.”

Far Far Away - Part 9

Hello all! I hope you had a great weekend :D So this is part 9. I remembered that @huffee-hugsandcoffee​ requested a dancing part earlier so… I might have added one in. Also, you guys might hate me for this part too. Or still hate me from all the other times I was a jerk and pulled people apart/riled shit up. But anyway, I hope you like it! Thanks for reading! 

Part 9:

Rae perched on the edge of her bed, anxiety welling up in her chest to form a big lump. She had daydreamed many times about what it would be like to have her F in her room. The things they did to each other in her head were too dirty to even mention, but every time she thought back to them a shiver of pleasure went down her spine.

But this wasn’t that time. Finn was in her room, but he had no idea Rae was R. He sat on the edge of her bed, sipping his drink and surveying her room.

“So what are ya doing here?” Rae asked, nervously running her fingers through her hair. “I’ve never seen you at one of Vicki and Amy’s parties before.”

“I’m looking for someone.” Finn responded, sheepishly grinning up at her. “Ya see, I’ve been chatting with this amazing girl but I’ve never actually talked to her in person. I was supposed to meet her at the Reader’s ball but she left before I got the chance to see her.” He paused to pull something out of his pocket.  “I found this in the garden. I think she left it for me.” He explained.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I absolutely loved, The Last 100 Years, and I was wondering if you thought about writing something about Caroline and Kol's adventures together! I really enjoyed how you wrote their relationship and that wonderful scene of vulnerability between them! I'm curious about how Klaus felt when he learned about how long they've been traveling together lol! Your writing is wonderful!

I’m so glad you enjoyed Surprise and The Last 100 Years. This prompt actually fits well with a requested outtake from Istanbul, when Klaus healed Caroline’s werewolf bite and discovered her friendship with Kol. I am so sorry that this isn’t exactly what you asked for, I just don’t think I’m up for a direct sequel to the other stories. I like where they’ve ended right now (though I will never say never when it comes to future inspiration).

Anyway, I hope this is a satisfactory substitute, and that you enjoy it just as much as its predecessors! Your compliments are truly an honor, and I hope I do them justice. Thanks for the prompt!

Five Years a Secret || Klaroline

Klaus took care to shut the door quietly, though Caroline was already sleeping peacefully. Her eyes had been listless when he pressed his bloody wrist to her mouth, too near a miserable death for his liking. She didn’t latch onto the wound right away, and he feared his late arrival had accomplished the unthinkable until he finally felt her draw from his veins.

Relief flooded him as he cradled her gently to his chest. Caroline drank slowly, but he could see her color returning as the blood healed her. Coming to awareness, her eyes raised to meet his concerned gaze, and Klaus allowed himself a deep breath in a release of extreme tension.

She was going to live.

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