just crash here

Counter Act

Spencer x reader

Flood warning

“I’m drunk!“

“Kinda gathered that Pen. When you started hounding Reid to play strip poker it kinda gave the game away,” you laughed at your best friend, trying to push her into the back of the cab Reid had hailed.

“I don’t know where my keys are… I’s losted em.”

“Yep,” you fastened her seat belt. “That’s why you’re staying in my spare room remember sweetie.”

The cabbie turned around, “If she vomits, there’s a $100 soiling charge.”

You nodded waving a plastic bag at him, you had it covered. You and Spencer climbed in on either side of your wasted colleague. You lived in the same direction so he was gonna help you get her to yours and carry on home in the same cab.

The driver set off, Garcia rambling incoherently before passing out on your shoulder.

“How is it that it’s Morgans fault she’s this pissed, but we get stuck making sure she gets home safely,” you looked over at your friend.

“Because Morgans’s the only one that can handle Rossi when he’s wasted. I think we got the easy end of the deal,” he laughed back at you. “She’s drooling on your shoulder by the way.”

“Yep, I can feel it,” you grimaced.

The taxi pulled up outside your house ten minutes later, you shaking Garcia awake.

“No, no no, sleep,” she mumbled as you fiddled with her seat belt and climbed out of the taxi, tugging her with you. She wouldn’t budge.

“Spence….. I think you’re gonna need to come in with us, I’m not gonna be able to get her up the stairs by myself. I’ll call you another cab later or your can crash on the couch.”

He shrugged, paying the driver and hopping out of the other side.

Between the two of you, you managed to drag Penelope inside and push her up the stairs to your spare room.

“Spencer! You’re soooo pretty Spencer. Our little boy genius,” she kept grabbing at his tie much to his amusement as you unbuckled her heels and pulled down the cover to the bed.

“You just need to loosen up a little…. ” she’d managed to completely unravel his tie now it hanging loose at the sides of his neck. “Y/N you think he’s pretty don’t you. She’s told me….. ”

“Sleep Garcia,” you covered her up, placing a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. She started snoring before you’d even closed the door, and you led Spencer down your stairs to your kitchen.

He went to call a cab, coming back in a few minutes later. “There’s an hours wait, can I just crash here?” he’d rolled his sleeves back up. They’d come loose in his tussle with Penelope.

“Sure thing. Beer?” you pulled two out of the fridge ready. “I’m not quite ready for sleep yet.”

He took one off you taking a long drink as you leant back against your kitchen counter watching him.

Penelope was right, he really was pretty.

“What?” he clocked you watching him, licking the residue of his beer off his lips.

“Nothing, I was just thinking that I agree with Pen. You are definitely pretty Spence. Pretty hot.” Smooth Y/N, smooth…

His eyebrows shot up in suprise, “What?”

You shrugged, “You’re hot Reid.”

“You think that I’m hot?” Disbelief clouded his voice.

You moved closer to him, taking the beer bottle of his hand and placing it on the counter besides him.

“Yep,” you popped the p. “Especially now, slightly dishevelled, tie hanging loose.”

“Erm, I kinda think you’re pretty too,” he blushed slightly, biting his bottom lip.

It was the lip bite that did it and you reached out grabbing the loose ends of his tie.

“Good, it makes this so much easier,” you tugged hard on the tie ends pulling him towards you, his lips coming down to meet yours.

His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands moving straight to your waist and gripping firmly. You started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt making quick work of opening them.

Tilting your head to the side you flicked your tongue out, dragging it across his lip and feeling them part, his own tongue coming out to meet yours hungrily. Fuck, the boy was a good kisser.

Pressing his body against yours he started walking you backwards until your felt the edge of your kitchen island jabbing into your back. His hands moved to bottom of your top, pushing it up and over your head, your lips breaking contact so you could pull it off.

He stared at you hungrily, taking in the curve of your breasts. Tugging on his tie again you pulled him back down, him hesitating before pressing his lips to yours again, “Are you drunk Y/N?”

“Not in the slightest Spence. We don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to.” Giving him the chance to bow out now.

“No, I do want to. I like you, a lot. I just…. Didn’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“I like you too Spencer, have done for a while. Now can you just kiss me again please,” you yanked on the tie now, seeing a grin appear on his face before his lips pressed against yours again, moving faster now.

His hands started roaming up and down your torso, grasping at your skin and making you gasp when his palms skimmed over the cups of your bra. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pushing down the straps. Your hands found his belt buckle, fumbling with it and then popping open his button and zipper.

Moving his hands to your butt, he crouched slightly picking you up and placing you on your worktop, pushing your skirt up as he went. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him tightly to you, feeling him hard against you.

Reaching his hand between your legs he began massaging over the fabric of your panties, the friction making you cry out. Moving from your mouth he started kissing a wet trail down your neck to your breasts pushing down the cups of your bra as he went. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling in his messy curls as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you feeling it harden instantly as his tongue flicked out against it.

“Fuck Spencer….. ” You moaned as his hand moved faster between your thighs, pushing your underwear to one side so he could caress you, feeling how wet you were. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you needing him now. You untangled your hands from his hair moving them down to his pants and shoving them open and down, hearing his buckle clink on the floor. Gripping his erection you positioned him at your entrance, sliding as close to the edge of your counter as your dared without risking falling off.

He kissed back up to your mouth, before pushing himself into you, a groan leaving his throat as you tightened around him.

“So….. So good Y/N,” your legs locked around his waist he began thrusting, filling you deeper with each move. You gripped the sides of your counter to stop from coming off as his pace increased, his hand slipping back between you to massage and rub at your clit, the sensitive nub already throbbing.

Kissing and licking his neck you stifled your moans as his fingers increased their rubbing, driving you crazy.

“I’m close Y/N, this is too good,” he rasped out, his other hand digging into the curve of your ass.

“Mmmmm I know, just a bit…… Oh fuck.” You’d been about to say harder when he hit your sweet spot deep inside, making you bite down on his shoulder.

A few more thrusts and you felt yourself going light headed, that familiar heat rushing through you. “Spencer, I’m gonna….. Ah…ah, fuck.”

The contractions from your orgasm sent him over the edge too and a few hard, fast pumps later and he moaned the same, long low “fuuuck” as he came.

You held each other panting, your legs loosening their grip on him.

“Wow,” he whispered into your neck.

“I know,” you chuckled back.

“Guys…. Are you done? Can I get another drink now?” You heard a voice from the other side of your kitchen door, you both pulling apart quickly.

“Shit!” You both exclaimed grabbing at your clothes, Garcia pushing the door open seconds later a dirty smirk on her face.

“The kitchen counter….. Nice work genius!”

Princess of SAMCRO (Juice x Reader)

AN: So there’s a wordcount of over 10,000 words here, i hope you enjoy. In here Wendy is with Jax, and Abel is the only kid bc as all of you know i hate Tara and since there’s no Tara there’s no Thomas sadly.

Warnings: (First time writing)-Smut, Drinking, metions of death, sibling arguments, some fluff.

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About Last Night

They shouldn’t have slept together. But they did. Now for the aftermath.

Also on AO3/FF.NET 

unbeta’d. All mistakes my own…


A prompt from @distant-rose: best friends secretly pining plus locked in a closet by other frustrated, impatient and exasperated friends. A baby ficlet dedicated to @nickillian

Emma Swan: expert at running away from shit. That’s what her obituary would say.

And by shit it would mean anything remotely resembling a situation where her emotions would be exposed and she would get hurt. Which was why she was currently hiding in Mary Margaret Nolan’s den.

“I’m failing to see the problem,” the brunette mused over a steaming cup of tea.

“Ms - I slept with Killian.”

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take this burden - part 3

He Tian let Jian Yi in.

‘Zhengxi called me. What’s going on?’

‘I think he might need stitches.’

Jian Yi walked around him and into the living room, taking his place on the couch and setting his, much more helpful, first aid kit on the table and pulled on a pair of gloves.

‘So, what happened?’

‘Well…’ He Tian started.

‘Not you, He Tian.’

Before he could start an argument, his phone rang.


He glared in Jian Yi’s direction
for a moment before stepping out onto the porch to be yelled at about his half-assed job of getting any legitimate answers.

Jian Yi waited until He Tian slid the door closed behind them.

‘So…?’ He prompted, peeling off the bloody bandage.

‘There was…an altercation.’

Jian Yi suppressed a smile.

‘An altercation, of course.’

Mo Guan Shan didn’t respond.

He had no idea how to talk to these people.

‘We don’t have to talk about it, don’t look so miserable.’

Mo Guan Shan sighed in relief.


He didn’t know if he could do that again tonight.
Jian Yi clicked his tongue.

‘This needs stitches.’

God damn it.

‘Can I just use superglue or something?’

He REALLY didn’t want to go to the hospital tonight.

Jian Yi did smile this time.

‘Technically, yes. But I can just do it for you here if you want.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

Jian Yi stood, walking to the glass door and catching He Tian’s attention without dirtying his gloves, and pointing in the direction of, what Mo Guan Shan assumed was, the bathroom.

He instructed Mo Guan Shan to grab some beers.

He Tian lit a cigarette, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder and waving him away dismissively, rolling his eyes at the phone.

The fluorescents in the small bathroom made his head pound.

‘Take a seat on the counter.’

Mo Guan Shan sat on the uncomfortably cold tile, feeling very childish all the sudden.

‘Does it hurt?’ Jian Yi asked.

His voice was soft and calming.

He’d later learn that was not always the case and he’d been written up at work once for his horrible bedside manner.

He shook his head.

‘Don’t lie. I can’t help you if you lie. There’s no need to put on a brave face right now.’

He stared down at the floor, embarrassed.

‘Yeah, it hurts a lot.’

‘Alright. I’m going to inject a little bit of numbing solution and we’ll check a few things while it settles.’

Jian Yi readied the needle.

‘This is going to sting like hell, but only for a few seconds.’

He closed his eyes as several small pokes from the needle did, in fact, sting like hell.

The man clicked the cap back on the syringe and sat it down on next to the sink before removing several items from the plastic case.

‘Look at me.’

He shined the flashlight in both of his eyes, checked his pulse, and took his temperature.

‘I don’t think you have a concussion, which is good news. Your heart rate is a little high though, so go ahead and take a few deep breaths for me.’

Roughly a minute passed while Mo Guan Shan tried to calm himself down.



Jian Yi gently touched the swollen skin.

‘Can you feel that?’

‘Not really.’

He continued to take slow, deep, breaths while the man worked quickly and efficiently, stitching him up and applying a clean bandage.

‘Alright, good to go.’


‘Sure thing. Like I said, you don’t have a concussion, but you probably shouldn’t drive for a few hours. Do you need a ride home?’

Clearly, this man hadn’t been given many details.

‘I’m just going to crash here, I think.’

Jian Yi looked surprised for a moment, but gained his composure quickly.


‘What do I owe you?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘I don’t have much cash, but I can go to the hospital tomorrow and-’

‘Nope, nothing.’

‘No, really, I-’

‘Look, if i got paid every time i gave stitches in this apartment, I’d be a wealthy man.’

‘Are you sure?’


‘Does he have roommates?’

‘No, he’s just an idiot.’

He slid off the counter.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Mo Guan Shan kept his voice low.


‘Is he like…crazy?’

‘Who, He Tian?’


‘You really did just meet him, huh?’

The redhead nodded.

‘Oh, definitely.’ The man assured him with a small smile.


Jian Yi looked at him seriously, realizing he wasn’t entirely joking.

‘He Tian is a little bit on the crazy side, but he’s certainly never going to leave you needing stitches.’

‘How reassuring.’

‘There’s hardly enough time in the day to explain He Tian, but as long as you’re with him, you have nothing to be afraid of.’

Mo Guan Shan had many things he wanted to say to that, but the exhaustion that clouded his thoughts would only let him nod.

‘You should try and get some sleep. I’ll come back tomorrow to check up on you. If you’re supposed to go to work, take the day off. Doctor’s orders.’

Mo Guan Shan scoffed. Like it’s that easy.

‘I’ll try.’

‘I mean it. I can get you a note from one of the APs. Take the day. Rest. Ok?’


Mo Guan Shan felt like he’d been exceptionally agreeable tonight.

‘Any other questions?’

Just one.

‘Why are you all so…’

‘Crazy?’ Jian Yi asked with a wry smile.

‘Nice.’ Mo Guan Shan corrected.

For a split second, Jian Yi looked incredibly sad.

‘I don’t know the situation you’re in, and I don’t claim to be an expert on the matter, but I can tell you this much…’

Mo Guan Shan watched him expectantly while he gathered his thoughts.

‘The easiest thing you can do in this life is to lose faith. In the people around you and in yourself. And the hardest thing is to gain that back. After awhile it seems safe to assume someone would sooner hurt you than help you, and even then to wait for an ulterior motive. The world can be a nasty place and, if you let it, it will ruin you. The stupidest thing you could to right now is turn down the help being offered to you.’

He waited for Mo Guan Shan to respond, continuing when he didn’t.

‘The only thing I can tell you, with absolutely certainty, is that you’re not going back to him.’

They both turned as He Tian joined them, leaning against the doorframe.

‘I changed the sheets on the bed…’

‘Thank you.’ Mo Guan Shan said quietly, looking between them.

‘Do you want to lie down?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan nodded, feeling the last few hours begin to catch up with him.

‘I’d like to shower, if that’s ok.’

Jian Yi told him to avoid getting his face wet, and that he’d be back to change the bandage in the morning.

They left him alone, closing the door to the bedroom.

He showered quickly, watching the water swirl down the drain long after it ran clear.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, he finished drying himself off and noticed the items laid out for him on the bed.

An ice pack with a cloth to wrap it in.

A soft, worn, shirt.

A pair of pajama pants.

An extra towel.

And his backpack he’d dropped somewhere.

And on the bedside table-

A bottle of beer.

A glass of ice water.

Two pain pills.

And a note, scrawled in messy handwriting with a phone number at the bottom.

‘I’m right outside if you need…anything.’

In front of ‘anything’ he’d scratched out ‘me.’

He changed into the unfamiliar clothes, and sank onto the unfamiliar bed, pulling his phone and charger from his bag and finding an outlet.

He drank most of the beer, messing with his phone for a bit, trying to relax as he listened to the muffled sounds of voices from the living room and the swinging and clicking of the door as the uniformed man left.

He positioned the ice pack on the pillow, resting his face on it gently.

After a few minutes of deliberation, he punched the number into his phone.

‘Thank you.’ He said again, over text this time.

‘You’re welcome.’


Maybe (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Request:Hey!!! Would you be open to writing a story about my favorite two charries. Snart and Mick, reader is Micks sister she gets a electric gun from snart her boyfriend but although she doesn’t mind hiding them and stuff she does mind being a criminal herself. :) i think it could be a nice imagine xxxx loyal reader 

Prompt: Your brother Mick and your boyfriend Snart hide at your place. Snart invites you into their life of crime.

Warning: none? Mention of guns? Mick makes a somewhat inappropriate joke lol


A/N: I’m sorry for the small mistakes lol I typed this on my phone late at night and sometimes things get away from my proofreading. Happy Reading!

You sat on your couch with your legs on top of the table as you tinkered with your gift from Snart. You were shocked he had gotten you an electricity gun but you absolutely loved it. Mick, your brother, liked to tease you by saying it was just a big taser. He isn’t completely wrong but Snart said that the genius at S.T.A.R labs who made it did it so that it could very lightly taser someone or power a small city which is pretty badass and makes it a little more than a big taser.

You aimed the gun at the wall enjoying the light weight of it when you heard a loud knock on the door. You put the gun on the table and walked over to the door. When you opened it you were surprised to find your boyfriend Len with Mick just a few feet behind him.

“Hey, kid.” he smiles for two second before it’s gone and steps into the house. Leonard walks in right behind him, but places a quick kiss on your cheek before doing so.

“What are you guys doing?” you asked as you closed and locked the door behind you.

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I had a rough week, so have some warm fuzzy Harper and the batfam headcanon:

  • The first time Harper and Cullen get asked over for family movie night, they send Cass to ask, because they know Harper will never say no to her
  • Harper feels a little self conscious about how there is all this home made healthy food laid out for them and all she brought was a bag of store brand cheeze poofs, but Tim is delighted that hospitality has bypassed Alfred’s junk food ban.
  • Damian doesn’t bother coming down stairs until Dick shows up, and then he launches himself at his brother in a flying tackle that ends with him somehow riding Dick piggy back. Which is about when he notices Harper and Cullen and asks for an introduction, and Harper finds herself shaking hands with a very serious ten year old sitting on his brother’s back.
  • They’ve known each other for ten minutes and Cullen and Duke have already started talking about Yu-gi-o. Harper is having dark visions of anime night dance before her eyes.
  • Actually there are a lot more people here than Harper was expecting. Including some dude who hasn’t taken his leather jacket off even though it’s perfectly warm in here and who is acting like he doesn’t want to be here, which is whatever. How hard is it to get out of family movie night? Unless… Maybe they sent Cassie after him too?
  • Actually, not that she want’s to admit it, but this is a little stressful for Harper. Not in an exactly bad way. She’s glad she got invited. But she has no real experience with big normal family things, and she’s not really sure what’s expected of her here.
  • About 40 minutes into the movie some guy named Clark shows up with his kid Jon in tow. Dick is excited to see him. Tim rolls his eyes a little, to which Bruce responds by waving in the general direction of Steph and telling Tim, “You invite your friends.”
  • This is when Harper realizes that maybe no one here knows how big family things are supposed to work and everyone is just making it up as they go.
  • At some point Jon and Damian start fighting and Jon accidentally uses his heat vision. Harper and Cullen slip out to the hallway to have a hushed conversation that consists entirely of the words, “Oh My God,” repeated in various states of alarm coupled with pointing back to the living room. The dorky looking dude in Buddy Holly glasses and flannel, who’s just a little too clean cut for the hipster look, is fucking Superman, and how did they not notice that earlier. 
  • Eventually Bruce comes to collect them. 
    “You’re friends with Superman!”
    “That’s not really a secret, Harper.” 
    And, ok, Harper knows that Batman and Superman are friends. She does. But there’s still a bit of mental disconnect between that and Superman hanging out on Bruce’s couch.
  • Later in the evening, Harper realizes it’s starting to snow, hard. She knows she should leave soon because weather this bad tends to lead to the bus “detour” not stopping within 10 blocks of her apartment. But Cass is sleeping on her shoulder and she really doesn’t wanna move. Bruce wanders over and asks just a little too quickly if she just want’s to crash here because the weather is garbage. And that’s cool, but, did he plan this?
  • The spare bedroom is bigger than her entire apartment. And it’s too quiet. And dark. How the hell is she supposed to sleep here?
  • In the morning, the payoff is worth it. Breakfast at Wayne Manor is the best thing ever. Harper keeps telling Alfred how good everything is, and Alfred keeps responding by putting more food in front of her. They are going to have to roll her out of here, but Harper is definitely never missing another movie night. Especially if the weather forecast is bad.

A,B,C or all of Above

Supernatural S1 Ep 6 - Skin

Originally posted by mooseleys

A/N: Any feedback would be v much appreciated:)

Your name: submit What is this?

Word Count: 9,760 (it’s long but worth it)
Warnings: angsty shifter?

tags: @sojustturnyourface @skeletoresinthebasement@msdooos@edward-lover18@castielgirl21 @typicalweirdbookworm @the-lightning-bolt-8 

You duck from the incoming jacket that Sam throws your way with a small laugh. He turns and picks up his phone shortly afterwards, as you pull his jacket into your lap. 

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight,” Dean says, pulling over into a gas station and turning off the engine. 

“Yes, sir,” You joke, pretending to salute him. He smiles before looking over at Sam, who doesn’t respond.

“Sam wears women’s underwear,” Dean attempts to grab Sam’s attention.

I’ve been listenin’, I’m just busy,” He says quickly in a quiet voice.
“Busy doin’ what?” You ask.
“Reading e-mails,” He replies, as Dean gets out of the car, but then stops and leans into the open window. 

“E-mails from who?” Dean asks, walking around the car to start filling it with gas.
“From my friends at Stanford,” Sam replies, opening another email.

“Really?” You ask.
“You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean asks in disbelief.

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Priya is kind of the coolest dog I know. 

(And she flushed a pair of pheasants today, then recalled away from them in flight!)

Mamoru left on an airplane.

He never arrived.

And these are the first words out of Mako’s mouth.

This Time - Destiel Oneshot

Castiel wakes up in Dean Winchester’s bed on a Saturday morning. When he adjusts to the situation fully he starts backwards and, tangled in the blankets, falls off the bed. Dean sits up quickly, his back muscles rolling as he stretches. His eyes widen when he sees Cas, shirtless on his floor.


“Dean?” Cas scrambles up, tripping over the blanket and backing away from the bed, “I-I just woke up and I was here.”

“The party, shit, man! My parents will be back with Sammy in a few hours, we gotta clean this place up!” Dean vaults out of bed and tosses on a Metallica t-shirt.

“Dean!” Dean turns at the sound of his voice, hand on his bedroom’s door knob.

“Why were we in bed together?” Cas is grasping the blankets tightly, his hands in fists.

Dean pauses, “We must have been pretty drunk and just crashed up here.”

Cas gestures to his naked chest and the hickey dark and prominent on Dean’s neck.

“Dean,” Cas says tentatively, “I think we may have slept together.”

Dean’s hand slips from the doorknob as he walks over to the mirror to survey the mark Cas had pointed out. He stares at the reflection calmly for a moment before lashing out and shattering the reflection with his fist, “Fuck!”

Castiel backs away, startled by the loud noise and Dean’s sudden out burst. Tears prick his eyes as he realizes what Dean is feeling. Regret. “Dean, I’m so sorry, I know you’re not interested in me like that and I’m sorry I came to your party in the first place. Everyone was right, there’s no way you’ll ever see me as more than your best friend. I won’t tell anyone about this, and we never need to talk about this again. Or,” Cas falters, “Or, if you don’t want to talk to me ever again, I’ll understand. I just-”

“Cas, stop!” Dean is across the room in seconds, staring so intensely into Cas’ eyes that the other boy has to look away. Cas can feel tears falling from his cheeks, but he can’t hold them back, not with Dean so close to him. He’s waiting for Dean to tell him they’re friends, nothing else or worse, to tell Castiel to leave for good. Instead, Dean surges forward and pulls Cas into a bone crushing hug.

Dean’s lips move against Cas’ shoulder as he speaks, “Dammit, Cas, I’m not upset because I didn’t want to sleep with you! I’m upset because I know that was your first time and neither of us can remember it.”

He pulls back and stares at Cas incredulously, “Jesus, Cas, did you really think that low of me?”

Cas’ mind is spinning, Dean wanted to sleep with him? Dean, his best friend of four years, captain of the football team, wanted Cas?

Dean seems to read the doubt on Cas’ face because he says, “I want you, Cas. I need you, I always have.” And that’s when Cas rockets forward and crashed his lips into Dean’s. The kiss is perfect and soft and sweet and when Dean pulls back they’re both crying.

“I thought you’d never look at me this way,” Cas whispers.

“I’ve always been looking, Cas. It’s you, for the last four years it’s only been you.”

Cas smiles through his tears and pulls Dean into another hug, “I love you.” He murmurs against Dean’s ear.

“I love you too, Cas.” Dean replies simply.

When they pull apart Dean begins to laugh, “I never thought I would ever say that out loud, but it’s true. I love you, Cas.”

Dean bends down to grab one of his t-shirts off the floor and tosses it at Cas, “We’ve still gotta clean the whole fucking house, though.”

Cas fake groans as he slides on Dean’s oversized shirt, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

It takes them twice the amount of time to clean the house because they always seem to drift back to each other, unable to go five minutes without touching. They’re holding hands while watching Buffy re-runs when John, Mary and Sam get home. From the way Dean’s family’s faces light up upon seeing the two together, Cas can safely guess that Dean had talked to them about him. Sam disappears upstairs but not before remarking, “It’s about freaking time.” And neither he nor Dean can stop smiling.

The next morning, Castiel wakes up in Dean Winchester’s bed, and this time, he keeps on sleeping.


Ahren and his penguin bf in target
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The Lonely Tree (Part 11)

Word Count: 1332

Summary: Campus security sends out a crime alert during your late night at the library.

Warnings: Language probably

A/N: This happened to me except I definitely wasn’t this calm, and I definitely did not have a Steve. Lame, right?

Catch up here!

Originally posted by rogerses

The incessant buzzing of your phone against the wood beside your face drew you reluctantly from your much-needed sleep. You were disoriented at first, noting the old lamps, polished tables, and endless shelves of the library and a few of your fellow students squirming agitatedly in their chairs as they studied. Eyeing the distressingly thick packet of papers you still had to read through tonight with distaste, you hardly noticed when your phone stopped vibrating. It started up again almost immediately, and you let out a grumpy sigh and snatched it up from the table.

“Hello,” you mumbled through a yawn.

“Y/N? Finally! Why haven’t you been answering your phone? Where are you? Are you okay? Please tell me you’re not still at the library.”

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