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April 9th, 2017 - Glad to have you all beside me.

Oh hi! I recently discovered that I created this blog exactly one year ago today 🎊  I never would have guessed that I’d gain so much from joining this little community. Thank you to everyone for being such talented writers, artists, graphic designers, and all around kind people.

After one year on this tumblr, I’ve interacted with and followed some wonderful people. I’ve found some great blogs, and if you have a second, please check them out!

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A Little Too Late Part 39

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 39

Characters: Denise (mom minor OC), Lucifer, Castiel, Gabriel, Y/N (final no pairing chapter!)

Word Count: 1,111

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

A/N: The reader gets some comfort from her mom before she has to choose who she will be with for the rest of eternity.  WHO WILL IT BE? Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3<3

The masterlist for this series can be found HERE!

As you got dressed, you thought back to a few nights ago.  There was nothing but laughter while the four of you ate.  The angels didn’t eat, but they smiled while you, Sam, Dean, and your mother talked.  You knew today would be different no matter what.

As you slipped on your rings, you smiled at the one Balthazar had given you the first day he met you.  It was the ring that you could seal sigils with.  The other rings were gifts from some of the other angels such as Naomi, Samandriel, and Michael.

There was a knock on your door, causing you to turn around.  Your mother walked into your room, a sheepish smile on her lips.  “Hey [Y/N],” your mother spoke softly.  “I just wanted to see if I could borrow a sweater.”

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@chaos-and-the-calm67 :))

Dean nearly kills you with those god damn beautiful, apple green eyes. Things have been strained lately between the two of you. Awkward tension constantly appears whenever you’re both in the same room and it’s starting to get fucking old.

“Wanna go grab a drink?“ He asks before taking a big sip of his beer.

“You have a drink, dork.” You chuckle watching him.

“I mean a real drink! Whiskey. The kind that puts hair on your chest.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yeah might as well. I’m pretty horny.” You reply casually looking down at your iPhone.

You miss the anger that flashes on the older Winchester’s face, you finally look up and his eyes are boring into you. 

“What?” You wonder feeling uneasy from his attention.

“Uh…nothing…I just…um…” He stutters rubbing the back of his neck, a classic Dean tell. 

“So we’re gonna go out and then you’ll ditch me for some piece of shit?” He snaps suddenly acting aggravated. 

“You do it all the time, Dean.” You narrow your eyes.

“I haven’t done that in awhile, sweetheart. It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention.” 

“Whatever, dude.” You mumble strolling towards the bathroom.

Dean swears at himself under his breath then quickly grabs onto your arm making you freeze. It’s now or never. 

“Fuck me.” He declares searching your face for a reaction.

“What?” Your eyes are wide with shock.

“I promise…” Dean says licking his sinful lips.

“I’ll give you the best sex of your life.”

Fixing Up Castiel

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Title: Fixing Up Castiel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,071

Warnings: angst & fluff

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope your monday is off to a good start (or was great if you’re in a completely different timezone)!! I hope you all enjoy this! It was requested by an Anon! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3

Castiel’s back hit the concrete wall with brute force.  His body slid down the wall, blood trickling down his face.  He should have known better than to take on four angels at once.  With back up it would have been as easy as pie, but not when it was just him.  Castiel knew he needed to get away.  There was no way he could get out of this one without getting killed.  Not unless he fled.

With a flutter of his wings, he escaped to the only safe place he had left; the bunker.  He was hoping you, Sam, or Dean would be there.  Castiel wanted you the most.  If he was going to die, which was unlikely, he wanted to be with you.  When he saw you as he walked into the library he was relieved.

Castiel leaned against the table, “[Y/N].”  That was all the angel could say before he passed out, falling to the floor.  

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So here it is, first place! The story ‘Bewitched’ by @all-i-need-is-destiel!

Wow! I’m a big fan of witch!Cas, that’s no secret, but this story was truly wonderful and enchanting! Aside from fluffy, it was cleverly funny, and of course the amazing friends-to-lovers trope was the cherry on top!

I’m not following you yet, which means that aside from this promo, you will get a follow back from me! Everyone who’s interested should check out more of your writing; there are links on the sidebar of the blog to both a masterpost and AO3, so that people can easily navigate. 

Thank you so much for sharing your story with me, and congratulations on being the winner of the promo contest! 

It’s not easy to be friends with a witch.

Dean learned this the uncomfortable way when he entered Castiel’s home for the first time, totally oblivious and naive, and immediately got cuddled fiercely by the coat rack while the portrait of some bearded Shakespeare dude on the opposite wall watched with a gleeful expression and warned Dean at the same time in an amused voice to keep away from the refrigerator, since it tended to eat people wholly and only ever return the shoes of its victims.

Castiel, however, didn’t appear to be impressed by any of this and reassured Dean that Shakespeare was fond of lying simply out of boredom, and that the refrigerator only occasionally liked to nibble at people, not eat them.

Dean just took it with a dumbfounded face and asked for some coffee, hoping against all odds that the coffeemaker wouldn’t like to chat or grope him as well.

(Futile at last since that stupid machine told Dean just two minutes later that he was a “pretty boy”, and tried to smack his ass with its cord.)

Dean recalls quite vividly how overwhelmed he had felt back then. Granted, he heard about witches and their crazy powers, but before that, he didn’t encounter quite that many. Only the nice lady with the herb shop around the corner who offered everyone her stale cookies, and a family from the edge of town that liked to stay by themselves.

And then Castiel moved into the house across the street with his talking furniture, his ugly car, his cat familiar named Douglas and – most importantly – with the bluest eyes in existence.

And from that moment, everything changed.

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IKWYDLS {Newt x Reader AU} 

Requested: YAS.

Author: Joi A. Wade

Summary: Newt and the gang have returned from summer vacation, ready to finish their last year of High School. But, when a well kept secret breaks loose, things start turning for the worst.

I just don’t see what went wrong. I thought everything between us was going fine…but I guess dirty secrets can’t be kept for long.


I couldn’t wait to see (Y/N) after two and a half months of being away from each other. The only communication we had was texting and bloody Facetime, which didn’t really help on how much I missed her. My summer wasn’t the same without her, sure I had fun in Aruba, but being a million miles away from my love…just didn’t feel right.

Well, now it’s Wednesday, I’m back home and at school, and I can finally reunite with my fellow companions for our last year of high school. I even missed those shuck-faces.

 Entering through the doors, I was greeted with that same smell the school reeked of. Bleach and complete klunk. But, not even the smell was going to ruin this day for me. I was going to hug and kiss (Y/N) after so long, and that’s all that mattered.

“Hey, well, if it isn’t the shuckiest, shuck-face around W.I.C.K.E.D High.” I felt a hand clamp on my back, accompanied with a sarcastic tone in the person’s voice.

“Good to see you, too, Minho. How was your summer?”

“Fantastic! You have NO idea how many sweet asses there are in Miami, it was heaven on Earth, my friend. How was Aruba?” Minho grinned, “See any hot, Caribbean girls down there?”

I rolled my eyes, is that really all he cares about? Well, it IS Minho for Christ sake.

“Have you forgotten that I am happily with my lovely girlfriend?” I playfully glare at him.

Suddenly, his playful demeanor changed quickly and his body language looked uncomfortable for some reason.  

“O-Oh yeah. I forgot about (Y/N).” Minho shook his head, arms crossed.

I looked at him questionably, wondering why he said her name like it was some kind of curse, with a look of displeasure plastered on his face. Clearing my throat, I got his attention again.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” I crossed my arms, getting ready to bloody curse the shuck out of him for having such a bad attitude toward (Y/N).

Minho sighed, scratching the back of his neck, as if he were having a debate inside of his head about something.

“Look…Newt.There’s something you should know about (Y/N) and…I don’t think you’re gonna like it.”  

It’s already third period and still no sign of Newt anywhere. I would have thought he would have met me by my locker or something, or at least have texted me. Did he miss me like he said he did? Has he forgotten about me? Has he…found out about anything? No. No, he couldn’t have. No one saw me, I was very careful about what I was doing…I hope.

“Hey, Newt! Nice to see you back in one piece,” I rushed up to my friend, seeing that he was finished talking with Gally and Teresa…why would he be talking to them…at the same time?

I saw him clench his fist, slowly turning to face me. His body language screamed DANGER, but his facial expression screamed HI, FRIEND.

“Hello, Thomas. How was your summer?” He spoke through clenched teeth, eyes softly glaring at me. Okay, two things weren’t right already about this conversation.

One, his whole tense attitude towards me, even though his voice was soft and inviting. Two, the fact that he addressed me as ‘Thomas’ instead of his usual nickname for me.

“It was fine…”

“Oh was it now? Did you…spend it with someone special?” He took a step closer to me, making me stiffen up. He must have noticed the change in my face, because his smile turned sinister, his scowl deepening.

“W-What…what do you mean?”

Newt chuckled darkly leaning against the lockers next to him. This was only increasing my anxiety even more, and the anticipation of a punch coming my way pretty soon. As quick as it was to come, his grin disappeared; he was now showing the emotion of rage. He knows.

“I know what you did, Tommy.”

He knows.

{ Oki Doki! This is the longest imagine I’ve written so far! Yay! SHould I make a part 2?? I just might! I hope you enjoyed <3 }

Hi, everyone and happy new year! So 2016 has been a trainwreck from the very start, but I’m hopeful that 2017 will treat all of us better. Between these horrific events in 2016, I was lucky enough to have some happy moments in my life, one of them being the wonderful people I met on Tumblr and amazing blogs I discovered. 

So, I felt the need to thank every and each one of you for brightening my year and being so wonderful and sweet. :) I hope 2017 treats you kind because you all deserve to be happy. <3

mutuals are bolded // if you’re in italics you’re basically stuck with me forever bc ily way too much

a - g

@agentnatasha @agentntasha @agentsofpuppies @almightybarnes @amonqthieves @arms-and-arrows @arrowsandnat@andor-cassians​ @atsebastianstans​ @avengerswitch@averybody@averysparkle​ 

@badbrooklynbitch @barnestans @barnesthighs @barnns @barryallhan @baryalens @bartowskis @bckyrogrs @bishopkkate @buchunan @buckiebarns @buckybames @bucky-barns @buckysasset 

@callsigncarter @capswilson @cassiainandor @catwomvn @chjrrutimwe @chrisbeck @chrissevan @christmaswanda @claryfarchild @clintbartcns @clintbartonishawkeye @clintnatalias @clintofbartons @clntnat @cuddlyevak 

@daisy-riddles @daisyskyewalker @dashingrapskillian @diegolunha @dilaurentisallison @doctorgreys @downfallofusall @dwlghtshrute  

@emmpire @erickslehnsherr @eveenstar @execution-empress 

@fakesanta @falconings @fantasticbeasts @festiveromanoff @fightmebucky @fitzsimmmonsy @fleurbelacour @franksgrillo @fvckingavengers @fybartonromanoff 

@gallavich @guernica 

h - q

@hailodinson @happy-quintis @harleyqvinzel @helenccho @heresittinginmybed @hermiola @hipstersteve @hoebarnes @hrufflepuff 

@iamnotsebastianstan @invinciblesstark @infinityparker @isaakeven 

@jackfrcst @jamesbahrnes @jamesesbarnes @jamesrbarnes @jamesoldier @jamesrhodey @jamesroqers @jerkrogers @jeremyleerennerdotcom @jvedi @jxmesmcavoy @jxnserso 

@kardanvers @katasstrophee @kepnerrrd 

@lancetucker @lauraharrier @laurelcasfillo @lehnshark @leiasorganaas @lethalbarnes @littlegreys @lizzieolsns @lukeshea 

@magnetosmind @mariuspondmercy @maryjanewaston @matthewstaffords @maxmimoff @mightythor @mistyknjght @mistletoebarness @mongellers @mostlycap @murdockmatthew 

@nastylittlenerd @natpeggy @nctaliaromanova @newtscamndre @newtscqmander @nopebucky 


@paarkers @parkerpete @pauljrovias @pavechekov @peferparker  @peggscarter @pennyroyalorange @peterparkcr @peterparkher @petexquill @pggycartr @philipsunshea @philipwaldenbek @pietromaiximoff @poedameron @poedaremon @poofyseb @princeevans @punkpeqqy @puppybucky  

@quakesrider @queenclintasha @quintisiscanon 

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@refrigeratorbucky @rennered4real @reysollo @rgerbarnes @rhoodey @robertdowenyjr @rogersxbarnesx 

@sassmasterqueen @sbstianstan @scamandrenewt @scarlxtwxtch @scxrlettwitch @sebandchris @sebastiianstaan @sebjpeg @sebuttstianstan @sergeantkillerthighs @sgtjimbarnes @sheisagenius @sighbucky @smithsonianstucky @smoltonystark @snowychris @soldatsass @spidermmans @spideycentral @splodie-arrow @starcwars @starksmas @starksreactors @steueroggers @stexvebucky @storybrooke @swanscaptn @sweetheartbarnes 

@thblackwidow @thedarkoneswan @thefvlcon @therussobrothers @thesokovianaccords @thirstychris @thoranda @tjhammomd @tobiasmquinn @tomhollands @tonystarklings @twinsimoffs 


@vibraniom @victimbucky 

@wandamsximoff @wandaspaprikash @watchskam @winterscldicr @womenofmcu 

@yikesevans @yikesromancff @youngavvengers 

I love every single one of you and I wish you the best for 2017. Take care of yourself, stay safe, have fun. <3

Jealousy part 1 TaeKook / VKook Comic 

“Jealously is killing my heart while your soul is out there living a free and happy life…” 

(here you have the first part of the comic I planned announced last week. I hope it´s the “animation” is not too fast. If it is, tell me please. Also let me know if it´s too small to read! Then I´ll write the dialog down :3… It´s also my first time doing this so… please be kind to me :,D… not all of the pictures are suppose to move in case someone´s wondering. hope to continue with the next part asap and I also hope it will be better then this one… I´m cringing…LET`S CRINGE TOGETHER SWEETHEART!) 

Imagine Draco having a crush on you and asking you out for a date.

He couldn’t stop looking at you.
You were so kind, and beautiful…

He wanted to talk to you, know you better but he really didn’t know how to move.
Furthermore you were a mudblood…
But he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, your smile, the way you enjoyed helping others….

He was lost in his thoughts when you noticed he was staring at you.
You just waved at him smiling when he realized he’d been caught blushing hard.

“Well done Draco. Really embarrassing” he thought as he broke eye contact.

As you came out from the almost empty class you felt a hand on you arm that gently stopped you.

“Y/n, listen… I-…”
“Yes Draco?”
“I was wondering… Would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade? Like… This weekend?”
“oh- er… Sorry but I have to ask you if that’s some kind of a joke”

You weren’t angry… Just shocked: Draco Malfoy, your pure blood Slytherin crush since years was asking you, a -your house name- mudblood for a date… 

(Yes, he was kind of a secret crush, you know, the “bad boy” thing… But you knew for sure that he had a hidden part of him that was sweet and caring)

“No y/n… The fact is that I can’t stop thinking about you and … I really like you despite all the rest”

He looked sincere, his eyes were begging for a “yes”.

“At 2 p.m. In the Hall”

“I won’ be late, I promise”

“You better not”

You kissed him on a cheek and walked to your next class.

He stood in the empty corridor watching you walking away with his hand rested on his cheek where you kissed him before going to his class.

Okay don’t get me wrong I love Finn so much but someone please explain why he had no visible qualms about attacking the storm troopers. Like I get he’s changed but wouldn’t it be hard to hurt someone you used to be a brother/sister in arms with? Didnt he think ‘oh no my blaster bolt just hit FN-5143, he was quite funny’ or remember how he used to have quiet sombre lunches the cafeteria with his squadron. No hesitation my dude just goes for it and it kind of bugs me. And i don’t mean he should stand there and die, maybe a quiet scene after the battle to show his inner turmoil or even just mulling it over. Finn was able to change, doesn’t he ever wonder if some other stormtroopers felt the same way or feel obligated to help them get out like he did. Someone please explain


Favorite Poe Party arrivals: H. G. Wells


My dear Inquisitor, all of my love for you this Valentines Day.

Some terrible gifs for my wonderful followers, and for falsesecuritysketches in particular because it’s her birthday.

In celebration of reaching 3k followers, I have decided to post a follow forever. Thank you dearly to each and every one of you who follows me. I am lucky to have some of the kindest and most supportive followers on tumblr.

I proudly follow all the blogs listed below. These are the kind and talented individuals who brighten up my dash every day. Thank you all for providing me with wonderful posts, riveting fanfics, and beautiful graphics to enjoy!

As always, I must extend my deepest thanks to my tumblr bestie, Haleigh, for constantly encouraging me and supporting my work.

Infinite hugs to the amazing Allie for making the stunning banner above!

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It’s that time again! I’ve reached 7,000 followers :O I’m always really sappy writing these things, but you guys deserve all the sap and love haha. I’m so happy that you’ve found something about my blog or me that you liked enough to decide to follow, it really means the world to me.

I’m going to thank a few people individually first off because they are one of the biggest reasons I keep this blog going (alphabetical order):

aesthetics-of-saudade - I think I’m your unnie, but you feel like an unnie to me haha, you’re one of the most mature people I follow and we always seem to see eye to eye on the important things. That support from you really makes me feel more confident in some of the stuff that I say on here so thank you! (Lab Tech fist bump)

broadways-lights Rozenn! Idk why, but I think of this a lot, when you told me one of the best compliments you received was from something I just happened to say off hand (not that I didn’t mean it haha). I’m really happy I did that for you because you deserve all the compliments in the world. You’re such a pure soul and I love that about you and wish I could be even half as strong as you are. Never change :)

daljiyong - Despite our new-ish friendship, I feel like it’s a really intense one haha. We’ve had our ups and downs but we always seem to stick through it and be there for each other. I can’t thank you enough for how you’ve made me feel when I’m down or struggling a bit with my insecurities and I really hope that I’m doing just as good a job for you. Our talks mean a lot to me, I should say it more often. As you said to me once, “you’re wanted” and the same goes for you too. Plus you’re the best co-author/head canon sharer a girl could have. Now please write for me. ( glances. ) I’ll see you in Toronto, Boo!

daizette - FATHA. I remember when I first saw you in the GD tags, I was always so starry-eyed at what you had to say and I’m glad I reached out to talk to you. I know I can always go to you to help unscramble my thoughts ♥ You’re one cool person Laura and one of my biggest fanfic supporters!

kittaekat My lovely and beautiful Sarah Bear. You’re always so caring and considerate, putting others before yourself without hesitation and it’s so so appreciated. I hope you realize that we care just as much for you. I’ve been bad at showing it lately but our friendship means a lot to me. Thank you for always being there :3

letsallsleepoverwork - Mei, you are like the fizz-bang in our little group haha, always there with hugs and cuddles and love. I think it takes a really strong person to always be that kind of friend, even if you might be feeling differently on the inside. Please don’t ever lose that spark, you’ve got something special!

seungripls - Literally the Senpai of all VIP Senpais to me and I still laugh that we bonded over GD’s freaking frontal region xD I’m glad we did though because some of the most entertaining conversations I’ve had have been with you. One of my original Tumblr bros. Joey and Cesar say hi :))))

Now to all the other wonderful blogs I follow, the cream of the crop in my opinion. Give them a follow and you won’t regret it :D

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A completely selfless, wonderful, kind and thoughtful individual bought me some presents for my birthday. It was the first I have received since I posted the link to my wish list. My heart melted and they deserve so much love. This person realized what I have been going through and just wanted me to have a good birthday. Please, go check out 

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

 I hit 1K followers a few days ago and to celebrate I decided to make this long first follow forever that includes some beautiful blogs y’all should follow. I’m really amazed by how many people follow me. Thank you so much! ♡ 

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Oneshot request: Well anyway could you do a dean and reader imagine where they are always fighting over the stupidest things and it’s gets so bad they can’t stand to be around each other and everyone around them starts to notice. But when they get to the point of breaking for them both, they realize how stupid they both were and it just has a fluffy ending. ( wow sorry it’s so long and specific)

You pulled into the bunker garage, maybe a bit too fast, and cut the engine. You huffed and ran your fingers through your hair before opening your door. You had just returned from the shopping nightmare from hell. You thought that you would do something nice for the boys, especially Dean. The two of you had been at odds for the last few weeks, nothing too serious, just enough for it to bother you.

You and Dean had always had a connection. From the first moment you saw him, you knew that he was meant to be in your life. At first he was your best friend, your shoulder to cry on, and your foundation when life threatened to knock you off your feet. Over time something more, something special, grew between you. You loved him with every ounce of your heart and with every fiber of your being. But lately, everything that he did seemed to bug the crap out of you. The two of you bickered constantly, enough that even Sam noticed. A few days ago, you fought for over an hour about the fact that he left his dirty socks on the bedroom floor instead of putting them in the hamper (where they belonged). So, you had the brilliant plan of preparing a good old fashioned Italian meal, tonight as a peace offering.

So far, things were not going according to plan. When you had arrived at the grocery store, it was packed. You didn’t understand why there were so many people shopping on a Tuesday afternoon, but you fought the crowds anyway and found most of the ingredients that you needed. However, when you stopped at the bakery to buy a special pie for Dean… you found the shelves empty. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem; you would just bake the pie from scratch. But, since this was short notice and you were on a tight schedule, there wasn’t enough time. In the absence, you were forced to buy a chocolate cake with vanilla icing, not exactly Dean’s favorite snack, but something sweet nonetheless. After fighting the crowd you looked forward to the drive home, unfortunately traffic was no different. It was bumper to bumper and had moved at a slow crawl all the way back to the bunker, your level of frustration had far exceeded the norm. With a sigh, you grabbed the bags from the backseat and slammed the door.

        You placed the bags on the kitchen counter and began putting away the various items before preheating the oven. You were mixing the spices and various cheeses together for the lasagna when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Something smells good in here” Dean kissed your cheek before leaning over and taking a small sample of the sauce. “Mmm… needs salt.”

“Well if you’re such an expert, why don’t you make it?” you replied coolly. You tried to remain calm, but you could feel the tension rolling off of you.

“Jeshh.. What’s got your panties in a twist?” He stepped back away from you and began rummaging through the cabinets.

“Gee, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You went back to work and began layering the noodles in the baking pan. The sound of Styrofoam opening from the other side of the kitchen caught your attention and you glanced over your shoulder. What you saw was Dean sitting at the table, feet propped up on a nearby chair. He was eating YOUR leftover pasta from your dinner out last night. “Dean, seriously? I was going to eat that for lunch tomorrow.”

“What? I’m hungry.”

“I’m literally making dinner. You couldn’t wait for another hour?”

“I’m starving! I couldn’t wait that long.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned around. Did he seriously just….. oh my god. Does he not even realize what I went through to make this freakin dinner? you thought. You were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds were of Dean chewing. As you sprinkled the cheese on the top of your lasagna, Dean let out a loud groan.

“Please tell me that you didn’t just buy cake. Where is the pie?!” Dean lifted the cake and inspected it, his nose crinkled in disgust.

“They didn’t have any pie left Dean.”

“They didn’t have anything else? Was there not any with chocolate icing? I mean, if I have to eat cake it might as well be the right kind.” He placed the cake back on the counter and looked at you expectantly.

“This was all they had, Dean. The place was swamped and the store was out of almost everything.”

“Well couldn’t you just make some?”

“Yes. I could. Let me just drop everything I am doing right at this very minute and bake you a pie! What kind would you like? Apple? Peach? Raspberry? What do you want Dean, tell me so I can just give it to you!” You struggled to untie the knot from your apron and then finally gave up. you pulled it up over your body and threw it at him. “I was trying to do something nice for you and Sam. I was trying to do something that would make you happy. But YOU!” you pointed your finger at him, “You managed to find something wrong with everything! What’s your big deal?”

“Look, I’ll just eat the cake….”

“OH MY GOD! It’s like you hit every single branch of the stupid tree…. It’s not about the stupid cake, Dean.”

“Then what the hell is it about?”

“It’s about you not giving a shit, Dean. Does it not bother you that we fight ALL THE TIME!?!?” you paused and collected yourself. You took a deep breath and pushed back the tears. You sighed and looked up to meet his gaze. He was standing across from you, arms crossed with a stern expression. He deflated a bit when he saw the look in your eyes. “I’m trying my hardest here, but all I see is a sinking ship.” You walked out of the kitchen without another word and went directly to your bedroom. You crawled up onto your bed and got under the covers. Now that you were alone you let the tears fall freely, the frustration and exhaustion from the day finally taking claim over your body. You slipped into unconsciousness.

        You awoke an hour later to a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Come with me.” You shook you head in confusion. Dean was standing by the bed, holding his hand out to you.

“What are you..”

“Just…” he let out a breath, “come with me.” You gave him a skeptical look, but took his hand anyway. He pulled you out of bed, and you followed him down one of the many hallways of the bunker. He led you into the kitchen and he dropped your hand. You were struck completely silent by what you saw before you. The lights were turned off, but the room was lit by the glow of what had to be fifty candles scattered along the table, counters, and stove. The table was set for two, a bottle of your favorite wine was present, and there, in the middle of the table sat the lasagna. You looked over to Dean, who gave you a shy smile before motioning for you to sit down. You followed his silent instruction and watched as he poured the wine into a glass and handed it to you.

“Dean. What is all this?”

“Look, (Y/N)… I’m not really good at this whole thing. I’ve never really gotten this close to anyone before, I mean, everyone else that has come into my life has ended up dead at some point, and I didn’t really have a wonderful role model for this sort of thing…” he trailed off for a moment. He paced back and forth a few times before moving the other chair and taking a seat next to you. He placed his hands on his knees and rubbed them nervously. It was kind of adorable. “Okay, here it goes. I love you. Like, really love you, and I’m sorry that I’m such an ass. I really so appreciate that you do so much for me and Sammy. I mean, this place would fall apart without you. You cook, do the laundry, do all the research that Sam and I can’t, and you have been training so hard…. I honestly don’t know how you do it. You are so strong and you put up with me when you don’t have to. You’re amazing.” You placed your hands on top of his and leaned forward to press a brief kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry that I got so upset. It was silly of me.”

“NO! I’m glad that you said something to me. I would have been walking around here like a friggin idiot if you hadn’t.” he brought his hand up to cup your face and you leaned into his touch. “I promise to pay more attention to your needs, I’ll even pick up my socks.” You let out a small chuckle and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around you and you let yourself sink into him. After a few moments, he pulled back and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Come on,” he picked up a napkin and placed it on your lap. “Let’s eat before it gets cold. Besides… “ He gave you his signature smirk, “I worked really hard on this.”


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Chapter 9

Song for the chapter:

Arms - Christina Perri

“I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth, and I’ve never opened up, I’ve never truly loved ‘til you put your arms around me. And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go”


Vivian’s POV

Walking in the through the school towards my locker, my stomach fills with butterflies.

The fact that Luke and I have been texting so much embarrasses me. Not that texting him embarrasses me, it’s how easily he can make me smile, laugh, or blush over text, embarrasses me.

He’s like the friend I’ve never had, but is a guy, and I can’t keep him out of my head.

“Hey Vivian.” Luke’s deep voice interrupts my thoughts.

I blush automatically, hoping that he doesn’t see it, “Hey Luke. How’s Molly?”

As we texted each other last night he told be about his dog coming home from the Vet. She hurt her leg jumping off of a chair or something, and Luke would not stop telling me how happy he was that she was home.

His face lights up, “She’s good, but she would not stop whining when I was leaving to school. I had to give her three treats before she’s stop jumping at me.”

He frowns slightly, “Well I’m sure she missed you at the vet.”

“What makes you so sure of that?” He smirks, causing my jaw to drop.

“I-she was gone for a week… And uh you’ve lived with her for a long time.. So I’d assume she missed you.” I stumble on my words.

He grins, “I was messing with you. You’re cute when you blush.” He says absentmindedly, and looks down the hallway.

I’m here looking like a tomato, and Luke is completely calm. Suddenly his head snaps towards me.

“Shit did I say that out loud?” His eyes are wide, and his own cheeks are beginning to crimson with embarrassment.

I bite on the inside of my lip, and nod, both embarrassed and trying to hold back my laughter. Before Luke can say anything the bell rings, and we both walk to math without saying anything.

As I sit in my spot, I glance up at Luke, who does the same, and looks away quickly.

Everything was going so smoothly between us, now it’s so awkward, just after a few minutes.

What did he even mean when he said, “you’re cute when you blush.”

My mind comes up with a million questions, but they’re all interrupted when Mr. Hensley slaps a paper onto my desk.

It’s my math test from yesterday, and in the top right corner, is a huge circles F in red. Underneath that is a small note that reads,

'See me after class.’

I slump back in my desk feeling a number of different emotions; embarrassed that I did this horrible, devastated of the grade, when I did so well with Luke, nervous about seeing Mr. Hensley after class, and angry at myself for failing.

I place my face in my hands and let out a long sigh. After a few seconds my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out quickly.

'You okay?’

I lift my towards Luke, to see him looking at me with a worried face.

I send back,

'I failed.’

I look back towards him, to see him frowning at his phone. He sends,

'You’ll do better next time.’

I’m about to say that I doubt that, but I don’t get the chance to send it.

Mr. Hensley clears his throat, “Alright class, your results were.. predictable. Some of you did great, and others not so great.” His eyes land on me, and I shrink down, feeling humiliated.

“Now that the test is over, we’re going to start on a new topic.” He announces, turning on the projector.

Through the whole lesson, I pay as close attention as I can, and even take notes. By the end of the hour, I still don’t understand it. As the bell rings, I stay in my seat, doodling on my paper as I wait for everyone to leave.

“Vivian, Luke, come here.” Mr. Hensley says once the room is empty.

My head snaps to Luke, who is taking long strides towards his desk, his gaze on the ground. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, but I don’t say anything.

“So, Vivian, we have a problem. You get all of the correct answers on your homework, but always fail your test. Luke here has agreed to tutor you, which if you don’t agree to, I’ll have to call your parents and have a talk with them.” He says, and my eyes widen.

“Yes.” I answer quickly, not wanting my parents to be involved with this at all.

“What?” Both Mr. Hensley and Luke ask at the same time, clearly shocked.

“I’ll do the tutoring, just please don’t call my parents.” The last part of my reply is quieter.

“Wow. I expected it to be a lot harder than that.” Mr. Hensley admits.

“So did I.” Luke mutters in agreement.

“Okay, so, meet two or three times a week, whichever is necessary, and make sure that you’re understanding the topic, if not, work on it and so on, sound good?” Our teacher claps his hands together looking up at the both of us.

We both nod, “Okay, now get to your other classes so you’re not late.”

We do as we’re told, and walk out the door.

“I really thought it’d be harder to get you to agree.” Luke mumbles as he walks next to me.

I think for a moment, “Well I want to get better at math and do better, and now I don’t thing that having a tutor will be so bad. If it was someone else, it’d be different.” I admit.

He grins at me, “Well I’m glad it wasn’t someone else.”

“Me too.” A smile appears on my lips, as well as a slight a blush on my cheeks.

We part our ways, with a small wave. I enter French with that smile still on my face that Kenzie, and not even Trent could make disappear.


As I enter my English class, I look around the room and see that none of my “friends” or Luke are in this class. Part of me feels happy, that I don’t have to deal with Kenzie, who’s voice is becoming one of my least favorite thing in the world.

Trent is another burden of mine. All he does is flirt, and make moves on me. I’m running out of ways to politely reject him. It takes everything I have to not smack him, and scream, ’I’m not interested!’

It’s getting to the point where I’m afraid that he’ll actually make a move on me, and do something stupid. Trent is a good guy way way way deep down, he he’s just too much for me.

“Okay class, we’re going to be doing a project. You will have partners, every other row, the person to your right is your partner.” My English teacher announces.

I turn my head to my left and see Annie Moore, Charlie Thompson’s best friend. A small smile forms on my lips, happy that I don’t have to be paired up with someone who’ll treat me like I’m stupid and tell me that I don’t have to do any work, or be with someone who won’t do anything and I have to do all of the work.

“Annie, right?” I ask, smiling at her.

She nods her head, “Yep, and you’re Vivian.” She puts on a smile, but I see something false about it.

I nod my head, and turn back to the teacher as she starts to give instructions.

“So what you’re going to do is get to really know the person you’re talking about, not just their favorite color, and their hobbies, those are important, but what you need to know is the weird quirks, liuke they can’t sleep with the door open, or they’re scared of the dark, get down the their deepest secrets, become great friends, then you’re going to make a presentation about them, some kind of movie, song, poster, and you’re going to present that to the class, but only the information your partner allows you to present, do you understand?” she explains, looking towards the class for any wondering eyes.

“No, okay, this will be due in a month, but you’ll only have a few days in class to work on it, after that you’ll have to meet up with your partner on your own time.” She announces, shocking me.

I turn to Annie, not knowing what to say, “So..”

“I know that you don’t want to do this as much as I don’t want to do it with you, so lets just get this done as soon as possible, okay?” Annie’s tone is rude, and unlike anything I’ve admired her for.

My mouth drops open, in shock, “O-okay.”

This project will be an interesting one.


The last bell of the day rings, I sigh. I quickly gather my things and walk to my locker. Throughout the day I’ve been quite upset of how Annie reacted to me. I told Luke about it, and he comforted me, saying that she was just being judgmental, and once she gets to know me that all of her judgments will be changed.

“Viv!” Julian’s voice calls from behind me.

I turn around, “Yeah?”

Julian and I hadn’t spoken for a few days, other than small talk as he gave me rides to school. After my two hour long of a shower he’s been cautious around me, and keeping a careful eye on me.

“It’s storming outside, you’re getting a ride home with me.” He decides, and I smile at his efforts of being nice but in a 'manly’ way.

“Okay, let me get my stuff from my locker.” I grin at him, and continue walking, Julian following me.

After I place all of the things I don’t need to take home, and put the things I do need to take home in my locker, I shut my locker and turn to Julian.

“Ready.” I chirp, being surprisingly in a good mood.

We walk towards the front doors, but I stop walking when I hear a familiar voice shouting. Turning my head, I immediately spot out Luke, who’s yelling at Ashton. I can’t hear them, but it looks pretty serious.

“Julian.” My voice is unlike anything I’ve heard, it’s worried and scared, unconsciously I clutch onto the fabric of his sweater.

I pull him towards Luke and Ashton, neither of them noticing a small group of people forming around them.

“She’s a stuck up daddies princess that thinks she’s better than everyone else Luke, why can’t you see that?!" Ashton shouts, pulling at his long curly hair.

"She is not Ashton! Just because she turned you down doesn’t mean she’s stuck up or she thinks she’s better than everyone else! Maybe she turned you down because she saw behind all of the muscle and popularity and saw that you’re a huge asshole!” He shouts, and Ashton’s fist collides with Luke’s nose, instantly sending Luke to the ground. Before my brain can react my feet already are.

The second I’m to Luke, I’m on my knees, holding his face in my hands. His eyes are closed and I start to worry.

“Luke? Luke!” I lightly smack his cheek diagonal from his bleeding nose.

His eyes open and he blinks a lot, “Shit, he actually hit me.”

“What is your problem?” Julian shouts, and I see him holding Ashton against the wall.

“Your bitch of a little sister is, she’s nothing but a princess that causes problems in my life.” He spits, sending me a look that makes me think he wants to punch me too.

“Damn he hit you hard.” A voice remarks causing me to snap my head away from Ashton and Julian. Calum is kneeling next to me, staring at the blood drip down his chin.

“We need to take him to the nurses office.” I say quickly.

Calum nods and helps me get Luke to his feet. We both put one of Luke’s arms around our shoulders, but Calum carries most of the weight.

Once we arrive to the nurses office I quickly explain what happened to him.

“Put him on the chair.” She directs us towards a room with a chair like they have in doctors offices.

The nurse quickly starts to clean up the blood, and looks over at me, “Honey go grab me an ice pack from the fridge by my desk for the swelling.”

I quickly do as she says, grabbing the ice pack from the fridge, and hurrying it back to her.

“Well put it on him!” She exclaims as she grabs a new rag.

I jump and press it onto his nose.

“Ow!” Luke exclaims, grabbing my hand and lifting it up so the ice pack isn’t putting as much pressure on his nose.

“Sorry!” I squeak, my face burning up.

His hand stays over mine and his eyes close as the nurse continues to look at his nose. She starts to poke and prod it, and Luke squeezes my hand tightly and clenches his teeth.

After a few minutes of him holding back cusses, and squeezing my hand like there’s no tomorrow, she remover her hands and takes a step back.

“Well it’s not broken.” She announces, “It will bruise and hurt though, just use I’ve for a little while so the swelling goes down. I need to go call your mother.” She leaves the room quickly.

“Shit did she say she was calling Mum?” He sits up, letting go of my hand.

“Yeah, I think they have to call the parents when they get hurt or something like that." Calum explains.

"Oh, fuck!” Luke exclaims, laying back down.

“Shit, no crap, sorry Viv.” He slips on his words.

“I-It’s fine.” I stutter, my stomach doing backflips when he uses my nickname. I assume that he’s apologizing for swearing, which I don’t really mind, it’s a part of what makes him who he is.

“I can’t believe that he actually hit you." Calum murmurs, staring at Luke’s red nose.

I agree silently, so confused about everything. Who were they even talking about?

"Neither can I.” Luke mutters, his eyes squeezing shut, “My mum’s going to flip.”

“Yeah, she is." Calum scoffs, and Luke glares at him.

"Ass. I’m assuming Mike’s on Ashton’s side.”

Calum sighs, and sits back, “I’m sorry man.”

“Figures.” Luke sighs.

Calum is about to say something, but the door to flies open, and a short blonde woman walks in the door, gasping.

“Oh, Luke.” The woman gasps, grabbing Luke’s face.

“Mum, I’m fine.” Luke groans, his cheeks turning red.

“We should leave," Calum whispers to me, and I nod.

We both exit quietly, I doubt that Luke’s mother even noticed that we were there. We take a seat in the office, and I see Ashton outside the window, getting pulled into the principals office with Michael following him.

"What even happened? I thought that you all are best friends, why would Ashton hit Luke? Who were they talking about?” Questions flood from my mouth, and Calum’s eyes widen.

“Woah girly, calm down.” He laughs, then looks at me seriously.

What leaves his mouth, makes my jaw fall to the flood, “Luke was defending you.”


Calum grins, laughing lightly, then he clears his throat, “Ashton, he can hold grudges. When you turned him down a while back, he was so angry. Now he thinks you’re a stuck up daddy’s princess that thinks you’re better than everyone, and he had me and Mike believing it.”

“Wow.” I mumble, looking at the ground.

“Yeah, that’s not all. Luke wasn’t having any of it. He came to us one day, rambling on and on about finding you crying in the library, like he was obsessed. Ashton got pissed when Luke brought up that you turned him down, and ever since Ashton has been moody, and a huge dick to Luke. Luke had finally had enough, and snapped, and that whole fight happened.” He explains.

“I turned Ashton down because my best friend really likes him, and I just couldn’t do that to her.” I admit honestly. Kenzie wouldn’t think twice of getting with someone I liked, but I’m a decient person so I wouldn’t do that to her.

“Damn. I totally misjudged you Vivian." Calum looks at me with guilt on his face.

"It seems like a lot of people have been doing that.” I mumble.

I am still in shock, of everything. Luke was defending me? Why? Why would he care what Ashton thought of me? I don’t, I’ve stopped caring about a lot of things a long time ago, what people thought of me being one of them. All anyone needs to think about me is that I have a perfect life, and am perfectly happy. By the looks of it, they think that, and more.

“Liz!" Calum exclaims, standing up, hugging Luke’s mother.

"Who are you?” She asks once she notices me, her voice soft and sweet.

“I’m just a friend of Luke’s.” I say quietly, admiring how much Luke looks like his mother. I guess I would classify Luke and I as friends now.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, unfortunately the circumstances aren’t nice.” She frowns, then turns to Calum asking what happened.

As they’re distracted, and stand up, and walk into the room where Luke is laying down with his eyes closed. I knock on the door, and Luke sits up.

“Oh, Vivian, come in.” He smiles at me, causing butterflies in my stomach to wake up.

“I-I um, I just met your mom. She’s nice.” I say, biting the inside of my lip.

He nods, “Yeah, thank god she didn’t completely flip out.”

I nod, and avoid his gaze, “So um I was talking to Calum..”

Luke sits up more, “And?”

“And he said that the reason Ashton hit you, was because you were defending me?” My voice is soft, and I look up at Luke, to see him biting his lip.

He nods his head.

“Why? Why would you care what Ashton says about me? Why couldn’t you just ignore him? You’re nose is all messed up because of me!” I exclaim, pacing around the room.

“Because I couldn’t stand him talking about you like that, because I know it’s not true.” His voice matching mine.

I snap my head towards him, “How do you know that?”

Luke sets the ice pack down, and stands up walking towards me, “Because you’re letting me in. You used to push me away whenever I’d ask you something personal Vivian, but now you’re opening up. You’re trusting me, and I’m starting to see who you really are. You’re not a stuck up snob who thinks she’s better than everyone, you’re almost the complete opposite. I don’t know what it is yet, but you’re hiding something, and you don’t want anyone to see that, so you put on a smile, and pretend like nothing’s wrong. I won’t stop until I find that out, because I want to help you. But please don’t push me away Vivian, please, let me in, let me figure you out.”

Luke’s voice is soft, his warm breath hitting my face putting me in a trance. I stare into his gorgeous blue eyes, and my knees start to weaken. My eyes travel down to Luke’s lips, where he’s chewing on his lip ring.

I suddenly push Luke away, physically this time, his proximity affecting my thinking. He sighs and sits back down on the chair.

“I can’t believe you got punched because of me.” My voice is soft, changing the topic because I don’t want to think about what he just said at all.

Luke’s eyes stare intently at me as I gently run my fingers over his nose, and he winces.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, removing my hand from his face.

Luke’s hand grabs mine, and tangles our fingers together, “It’s fine.” His whisper matches mine.

My stomach fills with butterflies as we hold hands. His eyes stare into mine again, making my heart race, and he locks me in his trance again. Why aren’t I pulling away? I should pull away, it’s weird to be this close to him. But it feels so right, and comfortable. My brain buzzed with my racing thoughts.

“You’re so confusing.” I mutter, and before he can reply, my lips are on his.

Luke is still, probably shocked. After a few seconds he reacts by placing his hand that isn’t holding mine, is tangled into my hair, pulling me closer to him.

My lips are on fire, and Luke’s touch fuels that fire. He pulls me so I’m standing in between his legs, and his hand moves to my jaw. Luke’s tongue runs across my bottom lip, begging for an entrance.

“Hey, Luke your mum wa, oh damn." Calum’s voice sounds, making me jump away from Luke.

My eyes widen as I realize what just happened, I just kissed Luke. 

I just kissed Luke, I just kissed Luke. 

"Damn Luke, and you said you didn’t like her." Calum scoffs. 

"Not now Calum.” Luke’s tone is hard. 

Luke stands up and walks towards me, “Viv?” He reaches out to grab my hand again, I back away from him shaking my head. 

“That was a mistake, I-I have to go.” I turn around and walk out the door, but Luke grabs my arm before I can. 

“Vivian, don’t shut me out, please.” his voice is dripping with desperation, and his eyes are begging me. 

I bite the inside of my lip so hard that I can taste blood. I pull away from Luke and run.


Authors Note:

So that was intense, and probably my favorite chapter to write. 

What do you think Viv’s gonna do? What about Ashton and Luke? 

Vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter, because I know I did!

Until next time 

Hugs & Kisses