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dumbbitchenergy17 · 5 years

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I’m sorry (Part 1)

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Summary- You are Michael’s vessel as you are dean’s kid and letting him use you instead of your dad

Dean x daughter!reader

Word count- 2,599

“Who are you?” You stuttered surprised that the angels fighting you all collapsed dead.

“Michael.” The voice calls out seeing a man walk out from the fog a shadow of broken and torn wings slowly disappears. He wore a dirty coat with dark shirts and pants covered in dirt and blood from his victims.

“You’re a murder stay back.” You yell pulling out the angel blade our dad gave you for your birthday. A flick of his wrist sent your blade flying and you held in place fear began to course through your veins. ‘Why didn’t you bring someone with you’ you thought.

“I’m not going to hurt you why would I hurt my perfect vessel.” He smirked running a finger down the side of your face. “Dean’s your vessel I’m nothing.” you frown staring back at him.

“You share the Winchester’s blood making you perfect. I have an offer.” He smirked releasing you, taking in a breath of relief. “What do you want from me.”

A smirk graced his face.

“All right, let’s go!” Sam yells leading everyone to the portal that was slowly fading these included Mary Maggie and Bobby and many others that were the very last of the population.

“Come on. Come on.” Dean guides everyone through the portal while most of us stood by in case any angels showed up. “Let’s go. Single file.” Sam states.

Lucifer comes even with Gabriel and stops, hearing a loud boom. Sam and Dean join the two archangels and look skyward.

A flaming ball is approaching from the sky. It hits the ground in a violent explosion, blasting three of the remaining survivors off their feet including you sending you flying.

“Y/N!” Dean yells seeing you hitting the floor the wind getting knocked out. More fireballs fall killing the last of the survivors. Gabriel puts his hands up to protect his head, but Lucifer just watches passively.

Lucifer recognizes the fireballs as an angel attack. Sam raised his weapon trying to peer through the dust that has been kicked up by the explosions. While Dean ran towards you helping you up “You okay Y/n?” he says but there is a loud ringing noise as he pulls you to your feet putting most of your weight on him.

We see Michael. Michael’s wings are unfurled, showing as shadows against the dust. He walks towards us, curling his wings back up and making them invisible again as he walks.

“Gentlemen and lady,” Michael says starnig at all of us. Lucifer steps forward, “Lu. You don’t really want to try this again, do ya?” he says arrogantly

Lucifer shrugs “Um...Yeah.” They nod at each other, then Lucifer’s eyes glow red and he flings his hands out, blasting Michael with invisible power. Michael is knocked back a few steps but stays on his feet. We all look surprised at how little effect Lucifer’s attack had. Michael casts a bluish-white ball of power at Lucifer with one hand, then another. It knocks Lucifer to the ground where he moans in pain, a bit of blood coming out of his mouth. Michael smiles at Lucifer, but then looks up and notices Gabriel.

“Can it be? Gabriel?” Michael shocked

Gabriel looks at us Winchesters and takes a step forward. “Go. I can buy some time,” he says a small smile on

Sam shakes his head “Gabriel, don’t-” Gabriel cuts him off “All I did on Earth was run. I’m not running anymore.’

Gabriel takes a few more steps forward and Michael smiles cruelly. Gabriel takes one more look at us “Go!”

Dean beginnings to leads you guys to the portal feeling suddenly dizzy not noticing that you were bleeding falling. Only for Dean to pick you up bridal style “Hey babygirl keep your eyes open.” “Dad..” you mumbled your head tilting back.

Dean carrying you pulling Sam towards the rift, but they stop just before it placing you down as Sam puts pressure on your wound, eyes turned back to watch Gabriel’s fight with Michael. We see an archangel blade slide out of Michael’s coat sleeve and into his hand. Gabriel raises his own archangel blade and moves into combat position. Gabriel lunges, Michael deflects, Gabriel tries a backswing, but Michael blocks then slam a fist into Gabriel’s face, knocking him back. Gabriel seems shaken, but Michael is grinning.

Gabriel turns back to the battle and Dean and Sam watch anxiously, steps from the rift as Sam keeps the pressure on your wound. This time Michael lunges at Gabriel who blocks the swing then powerfully punches Michael in the face.

Michael staggers back, wiping the blood from his lip, but he seems enthused not beaten. Gabriel throws some wild swings, but Michael just dodges. Gabriel tries again, but Michael catches his arm this time, twisting it and forcing Gabriel to drop his archangel blade. Michael stabs Gabriel through the torso. Gabriel screams, blue light streaming out of the wound and out of Gabriel’s eyes and mouth.

“Gabe! No!” Dean goes to charge forward but Sam holds him back. Showing him you as you are barely holding on.

Michael watches with glee as Gabriel’s light flows out of him. Then Gabriel’s body slumps forward against Michael. Seeing that Gabriel is dead, Sam urges Dean towards the rift as Dean picks you up heading through.

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Sam steps up to jump through the rift but stops just in front of it, a determined look on his face. He turns back to see Michael slide Gabriel off his blade and onto the ground. Gabriel’s eyes are open and unseeing. Michael stares down at his dead body. Lucifer staggers to his feet clutching his arm and makes for the rift, but Sam stops him grabs him by the throat.

“Sam, what are you doing, man? I’m hurt. Please”. Lucifer coughs out

Sam growls out “How did you think this was gonna end?”

Sam shoves Lucifer until he falls to the ground. Sam takes a look at Michael who has noticed him and then turns, quickly jumping through the rift. Michael sees the rift starting to close behind Sam.

“No. No! NO!” Michael screams out

The rift closes just as Michael gets there. He looks around, furious and frustrated and sees Lucifer on the ground in front of him. Lucifer seems resigned.

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Back at the Buker, you’re sent to get help from some people from the apocalypse world who were doctors. You're dad right by your side the last thing you see is your dad’s face before darkness consumes you.

No one’s POV

Mary pulls a beer bottle out of a box and hands them out. Bobby is beside her looking at the lit map table. The survivors are standing around drinking and talking. Cas and Dean are in the doorway to the Library with Charlie. Jack is hunched against the frame of the doorway near Dean. He is holding a bottle but looks upset, not happy like the rest of the room’s occupants. Ketch is sitting at the other side of the door. Sam is leaning against one of the old-fashioned computer consoles with a glass of whiskey in his hand, talking to Rowena who is sitting in an office chair. Rowena’s head is in her hand, still obviously very tired.

“It kept closing. I couldn’t keep it open another five seconds.” Rowena said

“Well, you did it, Rowena,” He says looking appreciatively around the room, “You got us all here.”

On the other side of the doorway, Charlie and Ketch clink glasses as if in a toast. Jack sits on his side of the doorway, looking despondent.

Sam smiles at Rowena “We owe you one.”

Rowena looks up at Sam with a fond smirk. “Don’t think I won’t collect.” Sam just smiles at her and they raise their glasses in a toast.

“Gabe-he’d been on the run for so long... He sacrificed himself. He’s the reason Sam and I got out.” Dean sighed he mind flicking from Gabe to his daughter that was still asleep

Sam steps up the few steps to join Cas and Dean. “We owe him everything.”

“What about Lucifer?” Cas asked

Dean shoots a look at Sam who keeps his eyes on his drink. “Sam handled it,” Dean answered

Sam looks up and meets Cas’ eyes for a second, nodding before looking back down. Dean looks over and sees Jack, sitting alone and looking sad.

“All right, listen up.” Bobby gains everyone's attention he’s standing across the room, partway up the metal staircase, glass in hand.

“We made it. Don’t know much about this place, but it’s a place without Michael, so that’s a turn for the better. I don’t want none of you goin’ soft on me because we are going to get ourselves ready and go back home and set our people free.”

A chorus of cheers come from the crowd of survivors who raise their drinks.

“He’s been here for five minutes. Look who’s taken over the joint.” Dean joked talking to Sam and Cas

“While we’re celebrating, let’s not forget our brothers and sisters who didn’t make it. They will never be forgotten, and we will do right by them.” Bobby continues

“And now a toast to our new brothers and sister -- Sam, Dean, and Y/n Winchester. Thanks. Welcome to the family.”

“Sam and Dean! Welcome.” The survivors cheer

Sam and Dean raise their glasses in salute to Bobby. Dean sipped his glass until mary came up to him “She’s awake.” Dean places his glass down heading off to his daughter’s room.

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Sam, Jack, Dean, and Cas were off on a hunt as they stood outside a boathouse

“How many are inside?” Sam asked loading up his gun “I can hear three. Wait, maybe -- maybe four. They're talking about whether Kylie Jenner would make a good mother. The consensus is no.” Cas says

“Yeah, well, that's why I'm a Khloe man. All right, we're talking werewolves,” Dean takes an ammo clip out of his pocket and loads his gun. Then he gestures towards Jack, “which means...”

“Silver bullets.” Jack answers

“That's right. So, you know the play. Let's do it to it.” Dean said cocking his gun

They all walk towards the boathouse. A man exits and struggles to light a match for his cigarette. He turns his back and continues to struggle with the match. When he turns back Castiel stabs him with an angel blade. The man's eyes turn green and fangs descend from his gums. Inside the boathouse, two men are drinking beer and laughing

“And that...that is why I'm a Khloe man.”

Sam, Dean and Jack bust through the door. The men’s fangs descend as the jump up out of their seats. Jack holds out his hand and holds them back as Sam and Dean shoot the men several times.

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“So, you really like rain?” Mary chatted both her and Bobby holding umbrellas

“When it's this beautiful, I do.” He answers “So what are you gonna do now?” Mary asks

“Honestly, I got no clue. Everyone seems to be settling in okay in town. Ketch is out doing Ketch things. Rowena and Charlie are roads tripping it through the Southwest.” he states

“That's trouble.” Mary grins

Bobby laughs “Ginger trouble -- the worst kind. Anyways...without an archangel, it's not like we can go back home. And I'm not sure I'd want to. I...I like it here,” Bobby looks down as if embarrassed and notices something on the path, “Is that...”

“Blood,” Mary answers both smiles dropping

They follow the blood further until they get to a large blood-streaked rock. On the other side of the rock a young girl is lying on the ground, blood along one side of her head

“Y/n.” she gasps

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“Jack...” Dean sighs sitting on the edge of Jack's bed “it's not about being strong. I mean...Look, I don't know what you saw over there, and I don't know what you went through. I know it was bad. But I also know that you came out on the other side because you are strong. But even when we're strong, man, things are gonna happen. We're gonna make mistakes. Nobody's perfect. Right? But we can get better. Every day, we can get better. So whatever you're dealing with, you know, whatever...whatever comes at us, we'll figure out a way to deal with it, together. You're family, kid, and we look after our own.”

Sam runs towards Jack's door, holding his cell phone.

“Dean?”

Dean looks up, sees Sam's face tears in his eyes and gets very concerned

“What's wrong?” He asks

Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack, Bobby, and Mary are standing around the young girl lying on the ground. Sam is behind Dean.

“I-I... I said I'd protect her, and, ...” Dean said emotion gone his precious girl gone before she had a life.

“Stop, Dean. This isn't your fault.” sam tried to reassure his brother

“What happened to her?” Dean asked his voice harsh

“I don't know. Doesn't look supernatural.” Mary said tears already stained her face her only granddaughter dead.

“Looks like some son of a bitch beat on her until...” Bobby frowned

“Who would do something like this?” Castiel said he watched over all the Winchester the world needed all of them and they just lost one.

In the bunker, Dean is walking around a young girl sitting at the table his face dark tears drained from his face.

“Word is, you're friends with Y/n,” he growled

“Uh, yeah, since we came over. Me and y/n, we didn't have anybody else, so we kinda stuck together.”

Sam, Castiel, and Jack are also around the table

“So I'm sure you know she went out last night. Well, she didn't come home.” Sam asked his eyes also red.

“Um...is Y/n in trouble?” she asked

“She's dead.” Dean spat out

“She...No, that's not...We were supposed to be safe here.” She stuttered Sam placed a hand on her shoulder “We need to know where Y/n went, who she was talking to.”

“I don't...There was a boy.” She said

“What boy?” Dean growled

“Nate. He works at that store out on Route 281. Y/n, she had a crush. That's why she snuck out last night. She was going to meet him.” She says

“All right, well, let's go talk to this boy, Dean,” Sam says Sam turns around and dean is gone. Jack and Castiel turn around in their seats looking for him, “Dean?”

Inside a convenience store, a boy is stacking shelves while listening to music with earbuds in. He walks into another aisle and Dean walks towards him and grabs him around the throat, lifting him into the air

“Why'd you do it?! Tell me!” He barks out

“I-I didn't.” Nate whimpered

“Liar!” He yells

“Dean! No!” Cas yells Castiel grabs Dean's shoulder to pull him away. Dean punches him sending him falling. “Dean?” Jack looks at him

“Let him go.” Sam calmly says

“He killed Y/n.” He replied

“Y/n? Y/n's dead?” Nate looking at the two wildly “Dean, listen to me. He didn't kill Y/n.” Sam says, “Look at him.” Dean lets him go and walks towards the exit and Castiel goes to follow him “Dean!“ Sam grabs Castiel's arm “No, hey, just -- just let him go.” The lights begin blinking as the store starts shaking and rumbling “You need to go. Now.” Sam yells at Nate

A loud piercing noise accompanies the shaking and Sam, Jack disappears and Castiel cover their ears

Jack appears in the middle of the woods he hears a fluttering sound and looks around to find Lucifer standing on the path “Hi, son.”

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shittyfandomimagines · 5 years

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A Family

I’ve been so sick so I’m sorry for being inactive

Word count: 1,774

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“Hey, are you ready to go?” Luke peaked his head into the room. I finished braiding the end of my hair, I pull pieces out of the side. I nod and turn toward him once I’m done, he had a huge grin.

“What?” I ask and he just shakes his head. “You’re just beautiful.” He sighs contently and my heart raced still. Even after a year of marriage and 3 years of dating, he still makes my heart do the thing. “You’re so cute.” I lean up to kiss his cheek. “No stop! This is about you and you look so fucking good.” He twirls me around, my sundress lifting with the wind.

“Okay, we’re going to be late.” I stop myself from indulging in this moment. “Do I look overdressed for a family gathering?” He asks and I look him up and down. “Yes, very. This isn’t the AMA’s babe.” I joke and he sighs, going to the closet.

“Here’s the keys, I’ll meet you down there.” He says and throws the keys to me. “Okay, I’ll lock the front door and you can come out of the garage door,” I say as I leave the room, I was still smiling at his playfulness today.

I sat in the driver's seat, I had already put our

P!ATD cd in the player. Luke opened the driver door abruptly and my heart was freaking dying. “I didn’t say you had to drive, I feel bad now.” He had his arms propped on top of the opening, he was leaning down to match the height difference.

“Why feel bad? I’m a big girl Luke.” I joke and he was basically dragging me to the other side. He closes the door and runs back around. “Because I can’t hold your thigh or hand the same way, it’s not the same when I’m in the passenger seat.” He says as he backs up out of the garage, once he was heading down the Main Street, his hand found its spot on my thigh.

“See, look how well it fits and I didn’t even do it on purpose. I’m a creature of habit.” He shrugs his shoulders but I saw the smirk. “Well, you are a creature, a different one for sure,” I mumble and he grabs my thigh lightly. “Baby got jokes today.” He seethes playfully and I shrug. “Maybe.” I drawled out the last part of the word. “We’re a mess.”

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“Liz!” I was more excited to see her before Luke, I mean I love this woman. “Babydoll, how are you doing? This guy treating you right?” She asks as she hits Luke’s chest, I laugh. “He’s pretty awful to me,” I say as I stick my tongue out to him. “He better not be, he may be tall now but I’ll whoop his butt.” She jokes along and he pouts.

“My wife of 1 year is already replacing me as favorite.” Luke whines and I smile slyly. “Aw Luke, bold assumption. She’s been my favorite since you brought her home years ago.” She says as she gives him a little pat on the arm before heading toward the kitchen.

“He’s pretty awful to me,” Luke mocks my voice and I laugh loudly, my head going back some. “I’m sorry,” I pout and he turns his cheek to me. “I do not forgive, bye.” He stomps off dramatically towards the kitchen and I knew he was playing with me.

I ignore his little antics and sit beside one of Lukes cousins. “Y/n, it’s been forever! I haven’t seen you since Gabe’s 2nd birthday party!” Melissa hugs me and I hug her back tightly. “Where is he?” I asked excitedly as she looks around. “He ran off somewhere, he’ll be back soon because I have his juice.” She waves it around in her hand and I smile.

“Good, I miss that little monster. He’s almost three, isn’t he?” I ask and she nods. “2 weeks away, he loves talking and dinosaurs.” She explains and my heart erupts. “No way! I’m sorry we haven’t caught up!” I exclaim and she shakes her head.

“Hey, you’ve had an exciting year, I felt bad for missing the wedding but Brody was in England for work while we were staying in the states at that time.” She explains and I nod curtly. “Have you guys moved again?” I ask I knew her husband did a lot of traveling for his job.

“We settled in Sydney, his work signed him here for at least 3 years.” She explains and I squealed. “We need to drink coffee every week, have Gabe over one night so you can enjoy time with Brody. I’m so excited!” I basically yelled. “Me too! I’m ready to be those Instagram girls who post their drinks and kids.” She jokes and I high-five her.

“Mommy! Juice!” Gabe comes running down the hall, I smile widely when I hear his voice. “Gabe, how are you, sweet boy!” I exclaim once he came to me instead of his mom, I sit him in my lap. He started kissing all over my face and I saw Melissa taking pictures. “I miss you!” He hugs my neck and I swear my heart could’ve burst.

“I’ve missed you too, can I come to your birthday? I haven’t seen you in one year!” I squish his little cheeks. “Please? Mommy please?” He looks over to Melissa and she nods with a smile. “Mommy said yes, can you bring Wuke.” The way he said Luke made me giggle some.

“I’ll see if he’ll come with me, sometimes he’s a really silly boy.” I joke and he belly laughs. “Can you play outside with me?” He changed the subject and I stand up with him in my arms.

I walk to the backyard with him, putting him down right in front of the door. He goes running outside and I knew I couldn’t keep up. “Y/n come on!”

I go running to the swings that Liz set up months ago for Jacks kids. I sit on one beside his and we swing in rhythm, he was still giggling and making me happy.

I absolutely love kids! I babysat for years and I just needed children around me constantly. I even went into child psychology because I knew I wanted to help kids.

Before I know it, Gabe was on to the next game. He grabbed my hands and just pulled at them as a sign to get up. When I stand, he was pulling me towards the empty spot of grass.

He only wanted to dance and it made me smile, we were spinning around happily. I’d grab his hands and dance with him some. I would do a lot to make sure that the smile was still there.

A loud knock at the door made us both jump in fright, I look over and Luke’s huge frame was at the door. He made a motion that it was time to eat. I tell Gabe as I took his hand and led him outside, Luke had already disappeared.

“Gabe let’s wash our hands first before we eat.” I softly demand, he goes into the bathroom first. I boost him up so I could help him wash his hands. It was so adorable when he started to sing the ABCs to time his washing.

He runs out as I wash my hands, I dry them off and turn off the light. I step out and a yell accompanied by a tight grip made me yelp. “Luke!” I punch his chest and he was laughing harder than he should’ve. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He said while laughing like it made his apology more sincere?

“I hate you.” I shake my head and start to walk past him, but his grip stops me. “Can we talk for a second?” My heart dropped slightly because his mood changed quickly.

“Yeah babe, spill it.” I take both his hands in mine. He was slowly pulling us toward the backdoor, we stop on the porch part. “I need to know something, not in a bad way at all.” He calmed my nerves a little.

He gave me a soft look before stepping closer to me, his arm around my waist lightly. “You love kids, right?” He asks shyly and it made me laugh. “Well it is my day job plus you already know I love kids. What’s gotten into you today?” I ask and push his wild curls back some.

“I mean would you love kids with me?”

I started to think of a miniature Luke, girl or boy, running down the hall with the attitude of his. Their curls bouncing as the jump up and down when Luke comes home from work. Him singing them to sleep or calm them down. The way he’d love them, it made my heart prance.

“You’ve got that silly grin on your face babygirl, are you about to mock me?” He asks sadly and I shake my head.

“Luke, I was thinking of our kids and how much love you’d give them. Of course, I’d have kids with you, we’re married and god I’m the luckiest to have you. But if I had the chance to have your kids, see your love for them, and experience that, God I’d give anything.” I caress his cheekbones.

“Really?” I nod to him. “Luke, I love you and we’re married. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but our children. Why wouldn’t I want your kids?” I ask and he chuckles.

“See when I think of the reasoning, it sounds so dumb. It’s just that we’ve never talked about it and I’ve wanted a family with you for a long time. So when I saw you with Gabe, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to ask.” He admits and I lean up to kiss his lips softly.

“I’d be honored to make a family with you, just as long as you can handle the hormones.” I kid with him and he pecks my lips softly. “I think I can handle it, I mean it’ll be worth it in the end.” He kisses me again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him once more, he pushes my body into his. He tries to make the kisses rougher but I push him away. “We’re not trying for a family here, maybe later. C’mon, they’re gonna start asking questions.” I tug his arm and he groans. “Fine!”

“Wait one more.” He says before turning me to him again, kissing my lips quickly, I smiled.

“What a dork.”

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sorenmarie87 · 5 years

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Gabe, I need to tell you

Summary: The reader finally tells Gabe why she hates Valentine’s Day.

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Popular!Gabe x Nerd! Reader. Charlie x Dorothy (hinted at). Readers parents. Blake (OFC)

Word Count: 945

Warning(s): Reader’s back story. Cheating (not Gabe or the reader), Arguing, Custody disputes, hospital visit. Brief Destiel mention.

A/N: Here it is. The last official part of Valentine’s with Mr. Popular. Dawn - you have this listed as five parts. Yes, I’m aware and part five is a chapter for Charlie/Dorothy.

Part 4 of Valentine’s with Mr. Popular

After school

>> I know you’re at practice right now but is there anyway you can skip it and come over early?

You sigh and end up throwing your phone to the other side of the couch. You end up burying your head underneath the nearest throw pillow and just lay there. “I must be the shittest girlfriend in existence.”

“Nah, that title belongs to my ex Kali.”

“Not helping, Gabe.” You end up throwing the pillow on the floor and Gabe makes his way towards the couch. He lifts your legs and as he sits down, he lays them across his lap. “So..”

“I owe Dean a favor for cutting out early.” Gabe pulls out his phone and quickly texts someone. “I hope you have a fun night baby brother.”

“Dean and Cas?”

“Yep.”

“Damn it, don’t tell me that. Now I owe Charlie ten bucks.” There was a lull in the conversation so you figured this was the right time. “Gabe, I need to tell you -”

“Are you sure?”

“I trust you and I need you to understand why I hate Valentine’s Day.”

You were eight years old when your dad left for good. No matter how much time passed, you’d never forget that day. You were home with a horrible cold, so a family friend was watching you until your dad got off of work. You were curled up in a blanket on the couch watching whatever was playing on the television.

You remember Blake taking your temperature and then leaving the room to call someone. You fell asleep again but a coughing fit woke you back up. It was weird that Blake was nowhere to found when you actually needed her. You slowly shuffled into the kitchen to get something to drink and that’s when you heard noises coming from upstairs. Slowly, you walked up the steps one at a time, and down the hall towards your parents bedroom where the noises were getting louder. The door was open a crack but you didn’t need to look in to know. “Just like that Mr. L/N. RIGHT THERE!”

Your dad was having sex with Blake. How could he do that to your mom? You curled your fist and quietly made your way back downstairs. You picked up the cordless phone on the way back to the living room and dialed your mom’s work number. You punched in her extension when they asked for it.

“This is Y/M/N L/N, how can I help you?”

“Mommy… daddy’s doing something bad.”

“What do you mean babygirl? Daddy’s supposed to be at work.”

“Blake called someone after she took my temperature earlier. But I kept hearing weird noises from upstairs so I went to investigate… They were doing things like that movie we watched the other night.”

“I’ll be as home as soon as I can baby. I promise. Have you eaten yet?”

“I don’t think so..” She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“I’ll bring you home something, just get some juice and a popsicle for your throat.”

“I will. Mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too babygirl. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“That’s, oh wow. okay yeah, I can see why you’d hate Valentine’s Day after that.” You curled up into Gabe’s side and his fingers were running calming circles on your shoulder.

“My dad was so damn happy when he finally came downstairs. That didn’t last long when long when he saw that mom was sitting there with me. She had me eat, take some medicine and I passed out in her lap.” You glanced up at him. “Blake was still there, in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. She tried to play it off like nothing happened between the two of them.”

“She kicked her ass out?”

“My mom told her she was fired and that if she ever showed her face around here again, she’d beat her ass. Dad wasn’t happy about that. The yelling started after Blake stormed out. She told him that if he wanted to fuck around, he could get the hell out of her house. The asshole had the audacity to try and take me from my mom when he left. I pitched a fit and the fucker threw me on the ground and I hit my head so hard, I had to go to the hospital for stitches.”

“That explains the scar on your forehead now.”

“I told you this wasn’t an easy story to get through. But Gabe, despite all that, I -” Gabe takes hold of both of your hands and rolls his thumbs over your palms.

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t go getting a big head because you’re the first girl I’ve told that to - ” You cut him off by kissing him hard on the lips.

“Stop stealing my thunder, you asshole.” Gabe chuckles as he kisses the crown on your head. “I love you, I do. You know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift. I think - mom has the stuff in the cabinets for chocolate chip cookies. I can make you those, if you want?”

“And ruin this physique?” He gestured at his body and you giggled. “Maybe next time. Now, I believe we were promised some pizza and scary movies?” Your phone chimed from the coffee table and Gabe leaned forward to read it. “Now that’s what I call some fantastic timing.”

Charlie and Dorothy walked in carrying a couple of pizzas and some drinks. She stopped in the living room and got a good look at the two of you. “Everything okay here?”

“Everything is just fine.”

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crowkingwrites · 5 years

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Username: InfernalHeir

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton X Reader

For this one, I decided to combine two fic requests.

Words: 3474 // Ao3 Link //Game of Thrones Masterlist

You pressed ‘post’ on your most recent blogpost detailing yet another day in the thoughts of your mind. Of course, not many people would read about another female college student, but you had your followers. Some were your friends who enjoyed your writing, others were book nerds, but you loved them all.

One person would always comment and like your posts, but you never knew who. You asked your friends, but all of them claimed it wasn’t them. You clicked on the profile only to learn that this user had no posts of their own. Only their username: InfernalHeir.

Some days the user bothered you. Asking personal questions you’d rather not answer. Other times InfernalHeir would be sweet. Complimenting your writing, intelligence, and kindness. Still, you’d wondered who it was.

*Ding! Ding!*

A notification on your phone went off, and there it was. ‘InfernalHeir has liked your post’. You shrugged it off and turned in for the night. You had an early exam in the morning in American Western History. Some students preferred to stay up late, but you enjoyed your early bedtime. You curled up with another book and a cup of warm tea.

The next morning, you walked out of your first class feeling slightly defeated. A fast-talking, excited blonde walked alongside you.

“Can you believe that? Another Disney Channel star going into rehab,” she shook her head and stared at her phone. “That’s sad. That says something about Disney. Geez. What do you wanna do for lunch?”

“Gabe?” you replied.

“Oh right! Gabe! I almost forgot,” she said. “This is why I have you. I swear to god I wouldn’t survive without you. I’ll text Gabe back. Think he’ll meet us in the dining hall?”

Hillary was the type of friend who went out and partied every weekend. She was also the friend who had too many friends on facebook. Most people envied you for being her very best friend. Hillary stuck to you like Shaggy stuck to sandwiches. She was your only true friend, and you loved her dearly.

“So, Gabe texted us back. He’s down with the dining hall. But, he’s not alone. He’s got people with him. Including Tony,” Hillary wiggled her eyebrows. Your face started to turn red. You tried to hide yourself in your books. “You gotta talk to him!”

“I don’t know,” your voice trailed off.

“Oh come on! He totally likes you!” Hillary kept talking. “And you guys would be such a cute couple! Seriously! Like think of every bookish, quiet girl, right? And then think about like every athletic dude, right? Like you guys are Hollywood-movie-dream couple, ok? You have to talk to him!”

“You really think he likes me?” you said with a little bit of confidence.

“Honey! It’s so obvi!” Hillary threw her hands in the air. “He smiles at you all the time. He always likes your pics on Instagram. Like do you need any other sign?”

You smiled to yourself as you both walked through the doors of the dining hall. You saw Gabe from a mile away. His purple afro stood out against everyone else in the room. He wore a shirt stained with all different colors of paint. The college basketball team surrounded him and Tony. Tony stuffed his mouth full of spaghetti and meatballs.

“Gabe!” Hillary shouted out. A smile came to Gabe’s face.

“There’s my big girl! What’s up, mama?!” Gabe laughed and embraced Hillary. She giggled.

“You gotta stop callin’ me mama!”

“I’ll stop calling you mama when you stop cookin’ like my Mama, alright?” Gabe flirted with her. “What’s up, Y/N?”

You smiled and nodded at Gabe. Hillary tried to drg you to parties all of the time. She simply couldn’t understand why you hated people. People were great! Gabe would stick up for you when you ran out of excuses for Hillary. He knew you were only just shy. Gabe nodded back at you.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted for you. He patted a seat next to him. You glanced back at Hillary who pushed you Tony’s way. You happily took your seat next to him. Tony smelled of the woods at midday and apples baking into a pie. Every time you sat close to him, you wished you could give him a long hug.

“Hi,” you managed to say.

“Hey you,” Tony nudged you. “How are you today?” You felt butterflies in your tummy. Their wings tickled your insides. It brought a big smile to your face.

“I’m good,” you smiled.

“Good. Good,” Tony nodded, smiling back. Every day it was like this. A smile here. A question there. Your shyness prevented you from doing any actual talking to Tony. He made you nervous. If you messed up in front of him, you’d fear you would never show your face in front of him again. Days like this made you feel helpless in every sense.

You started to write your daily blog post for the night. A familiar song came on your Spotify, and you smiled because the timing was too perfect.

Hi everyone!

I can’t help myself anymore. If I don’t put this into writing, I might explode! There’s this guy I can’t stop thinking about. He’s tall and sweet and every time I see him I wanna just collapse into his arms and never leave. I feel so ~helpless~ (Ah! AH! Hamilton reference anyone??) And its sooooooooooooooooooo perfect that Taylor Swift started to play. Now, I’m listening to You Belong With Me, and fuck! These feels guys!! I really think we belong together so much. Its just I cant fucking talk to him. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kill me.

If anyone out there can tell the girls who reads too much how to actually flirt with another dude please help.

You pressed ‘post’ and your thoughts went live to the Internet. It wasn’t long after until you started to get comments from people.

LilyRose29: Try talking about movies! Guys always have movies they wanna talk about.

Potterhead4Ever: Slide into his Dmsssssss

HilsBils: I swear to God!!!!!!!!!! If you don’t talk to tomorrow I’m telling on you.

You chuckled at Hillary’s comment. She loved drama and you bet she wasn’t kidding either. You made a mental note that Hillary would put you and Tony together somehow and force you to say something other than ‘I’m good’. You refreshed the page to find a new comment at the bottom.

InfernalHeir: If he’s jock, he only wants to fuck you and leave you. He doesn’t deserve you.

Your stomach turned a bit at the hateful comment. It was comments like this that made you wonder who the frick this user was. They will say awful things like this, but then compliment you as if you were some perfect coffee shop girl au. You hated it, but it made you think. Tony was on the college basketball team. He was a jock, and they had a certain reputation.

The next day, you took a trip to the bookstore. Every Saturday, you slowly wandered around a bookstore and let yourself drink in the different worlds and discoveries and lives and deaths of everything and everyone. It was your time to yourself and you loved every second of it. You let your coffee warm your hands as you skimmed through cooking books.

You heard a book drop nearby and you jerked your head around to see. Picking up the book was a familiar face. His messy brown hair and startling stare stuck out. Ramsay Bolton. Hillary told you some odd things about him. How he would talk about himself, yet no one seemed to know anything concrete about him. How rich his family was. Hillary had secretly confessed that she thought he would shoot up the place if anyone ever said ‘no’ to him.

He looked your way as he picked up the book, and stayed there when the book returned to the shelf. Ramsay didn’t move. Feeling something off, you left the bookstore early.

The next week was filled with even more butterflies from Tony. Both of you texted back and forth. Mostly gifs and memes, but you texted him. He even studied with you! It wasn’t until Friday when you and Tony were left alone at a party when he asked you out. You immediately squealed and told the Internet what happened. You felt like your heart beat a thousand times over. Saturday came again, and you did your ritual.

The bookstore smelled of candles burning and musty air. It made you wonder if anyone has made a candle that smelled of old books yet. You bumped into someone in front of you. Before you could mumble your apology, you noticed the same blue eyes from the Saturday before.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Ramsay said. His intense stare caught you frozen. “What do you have there?”

“Two books,” you said quickly. You glanced at the exit. It wasn’t too far.

“About what?” Ramsay tried to get a closer look by coming closer to you.

“Nothing important,” you darted towards the door before e could say anything else. Of course, you told Hillary the whole thing.

“No way!” she said, pinning her hair up from tonight’s party. “You gotta stay away from him. He gives me the creeps.”

Tony held your hand at the party, but he didn’t ask you to dance. Both of you were in agreement that you were both bad dancers.

“Hey, uh, can I get you a drink?” he asked you. You nodded enthusiastically. When Tony left you sitting by yourself, someone else took his spot.

“Is he bothering you?” Ramsay asked. Shocked that he was here at the party, you cowered away from him. He got closer to you. “I mean it. Is he bothering you?”

“No,” you said. You looked away from him, hoping he would leave.

“You can tell me.” Ramsay didn’t take the physical hint from you. “I can make him leave if you want me to.”

“Hey!” you both heard. Tony held two drinks in his hand and glared at Ramsay. “The fuck you doing?”

Ramsay stood up slowly. You watched them stare each other down until Ramsay slowly walked away from you. You took the drink from Tony as he walked you away into a more private space.

“You good? Did he bother you?” Tony asked you. His eyebrows knitted while he waited for your response.

“Yeah. I don’t really like him,” you told him in confidence.

“Yeah. No one does,” Tony continued. “You tell me if he bother you again, ok? I got you, babygirl.” You smiled at his new nickname for you. Babygirl. You repeated it in your head over and over. When you logged into your blog again, you found a private message.

InfernalHeir: you've got a smile that could light up this whole town // I know you better then that Hey what you doing with a boy like that.

You closed your laptop as you mouthed some curse words. Lyrics from You Belong With Me. Who was InfernalHeir and how did they know you and Tony were together tonight?

You tried not to put any energy into the idea. Or anything that InfernalHeir did, but this was getting personal. You sat in the library with Tony. Each of you worked on your own essay. Well, at least you did. Tony scrolled from meme to meme to meme. You typed away on a paper until you got an airdrop notification.

‘Item from “InfernalHeir”

You opened it up to see another set of lyrics from Taylor Swift’s song. Along with a more personal message.

I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams I think I know where you belong I think I know it's with me

Think Tony knows you? He doesn’t know you like I do.

InfernalHeir knew who Tony was. You looked around the library and saw other students just studying or pretending to study like Tony was. You slammed your laptop and started to pack your things.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s wrong, babygirl?” Tony asked, slowing you down. You bit your lip.

“You’re gonna think its stupid.” You responded to him. You didn’t like feeling vulnerable like this.

“Try me,” Tony said. You told him the story of InfernalHeir and their comments, including the most recent one now. Tony hugged you tight.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “That’s messed up. That’s really messed up. There’s no way you have enemies. You’re too quiet for that. Can you think of anyone who doesn’t like you?”

You shook your head. You had very limited friends. You wouldn’t do or say anything too terrible about anybody. Tony assured you it was only some internet troll who got off on doing stuff like this to people. Both of you decided to do dinner by yourselves, leaving the usual friend group behind.

Tony and you giggled and flirted in each other’s company at a 50’s themed diner. You shared a cookies and cream milkshake as you threw fries at one another. He held your hand more and escorted you back to his car where both of you saw his front tire punctured and flatted. A quickly written note was attached to the knife in the tire.

“Memorizing you is as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.”

“Oh fuck no!” Tony became livid. “This is enough. This is seriously fucking enough. This dude is done.”

“Wait, how do you know it’s a guy?” you asked.

“Oh, I bet I fucking know which one too,” Tony scrolled through his phone. You wanted to ask tony what he meant, but you heard Gabe on the other end of the line. Each of them cussed and revved each other up. Next thing you knew, Tony threw back two vodka shots before getting into a car with Gabe and their drug dealer.

“What’s going on?” you asked, more worried than ever. “What did you mean you knew who InfernalHeir was?”

“Hey, don’t worry babygirl,” Tony winked. “He won’t be bothering you anymore after this. I promise.” His warm lips collided with yours and you felt the world melting slowly away like your favorite candle. The car sped away and you silently hoped everything was OK.

The weekend passed without anything from Tony or InfernalHeir. It bothered you, but it also brought you relief. You laughed to yourself remembering a certain wizard’s words: ‘You’re gonna suffer, but you’re gonna be happy about it.’ Ronald Weasley’s words couldn’t be truer. You paced in your room Monday night. You texted Tony and posted another blog post and waited to see who would respond first.

You stared at your computer for a while until you heard your phone text song go off. You felt a sense of relief. You knew tony would text you back. He was right. InfernalHeir wouldn’t bother you again. You unlocked your phone and saw that the newest text was not sent from Tony.

Unknown: You didn’t think it would be that easy to be rid of me, did you?

A dreadful feeling settled in your heart. You knew it was InfernalHeir. It had to be. You turned off your phone and fell asleep. Tomorrow was a new day. Nothing to worry about. Tomorrow would be fine.

First, you heard Tony was in the hospital. Then, Gabe refusing to tell Hillary where he was last Saturday. More unknown texts were sent to your phone.

You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me.

It made your stomach turn. You started to feel trapped. You hadn’t made a single post in three days. Your irl friends understood why. Internet fans asked if you were okay.

Potterhead4Ever: are you okay?

CaptainCronch: Sending good vibes and hugs!

But, someone else texted your phone. The one person that kept on terrorizing you. You saw the unknown number and their text.

Why did you stop posting? Was it something I did?

The anger built up in you like nothing else. You weren’t the type that was easy to anger, but you had enough. Your fingers typed faster than they ever did before. You could feel color rushing your face as you pressed send to InfernalHeir. He responded back immediately.

Unknown: What if we meet? I can explain everything.

You: Why should I give you that chance?

Unknown: Because I love you.

The four words shocked you. It chilled the room and made your heart beat faster than it ever did before. No one ever told you that. You never had a boyfriend. You’ve kissed boys, but never a boyfriend. Your thumbs hovered over your keyboard. Your head seemed like television static. Everything was fuzzy and not a single coherent thought was there. Luckily for you, InfernalHeir texted you first.

Unknown: Please say yes. I don’t want to do anything bad to you. If you don’t say yes, I’m gonna have to resort to desperate measures. Please don’t make me go that far. Look outside. I left you something.

You dropped your phone on your bed. You slowly made your way to the door and opened it. The creaking noises disturbed the stillness of the college dorm room corridor. On your door, there was a single rose. The thorns were not removed and another note was attached to it. In a quick scrawl of handwriting, you read the note.

Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you

You must have been fucking crazy. You considered putting yourself into therapy as you passed the psychology section in the bookstore. It was the only place that made you feel safe enough to meet someone here. Hillary texted you that she and Gabe got into another fight. She wondered what you knew about that particular Saturday night. As much as you wanted to tell your best friend the truth, you had to find a way to cover for Gabe.

You: I promise you he wasn’t with any girls. Him and the guys did something. It had nothing to do with girls.

When you looked up from your phone, you saw Ramsay Bolton approaching you. You felt your heart racing as if your body was telling you to run. He closed the space between you.

“Hello there, babygirl,” he smiled at you. You looked past him.

“Not now, please. I’m meeting someone here,” you said. Ramsay tucked his finger beneath your chin and moved your attention to him.

“I know.” He said. The sudden realization hit you hard.

“You’re InfernalHeir?” you asked. He nodded with a smirk.

“I am.”

You felt your anger and confusion bubbling up inside of you. You wanted to take your nails and scratch his face out. You wanted to ask him why. You wanted to hug him for all of the kind things he would say about you. You wanted to slap him.

“Why?” was all that came out of you. “Why me?”

“I have done some awful things to your boyfriend and you ask me why?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said. Ramsay cocked his eyebrow.

“Oh,” he reacted with a smile on his face. “Tony’s not your boyfriend.”

“No.”

“But you do want one though.”

“What?”

“I’ve read all your posts. Your thoughts. Your dreams. Your silly little heart wants someone to love. My silly little heart wants yours.”

“You think I want you?” Your anger took over your mind. “After everything you’ve said? After everything you’ve done? Tony’s in the hospital!”

“And to think he did that for a girl who doesn’t consider him to be her boyfriend,” Ramsay smirked. He backed you into the wall. His arm blocked you from the exit door. “I’ve heard your cries for love. I can answer them. I can cherish you and love you for all of my days.”

“And if I don’t let you?”

“Then, I’ll take you if I have to. I won’t let anyone else have you. I can’t let that happen, babygirl,” Ramsay’s smile cut you more than it calmed you. Ramsay tilted your head up as his lips brushed yours. You felt something inside of you burn. You moved along with the kiss and deepened it. Ramsay’s passion met yours as he held you there. His fingers entangled in your hair. When Ramsay finally broke the kiss, he took a breath and his eyes dilated when he looked ta you again. “I love you so much. Don’t make me hurt you.”

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300 Followers Celebration!!

You guys, I finally made it to 300 followers!!! Granted it was last night and is now 304, but I decided to wait to post since it was so late that way people would have a better chance to see it. I can’t believe it honestly! This is just so amazing and I am just so thankful and appreciative of all of you lovelies!!! Seriously, thank you so so much, all of you. This really means a lot to me that all of you guys, in some form or another actually want to witness my nonsense.

So to celebrate this milestone, I’m doing another challenge. The catch is, that instead of like before where you got prompts for yourselves, you all get to choose prompts that you want me to write. I love writing, and I don’t post my works nearly enough, so this seems like a win-win for everybody! :)

Instructions/Rules below:

1. Choose a ship (I’ll list some ships, feel free to suggest a new one if you don’t like the options. Ask box is always open and working so there shouldn’t be any issues with that if so let me know.)

2. Choose a phrase or an item that must be included (I’ll list some phrases, feel free to suggest a different one if you don’t like the options. Also if you’d prefer an item instead of a phrase then go ahead and just choose what you want to be included, I’m not sure what kind of items to list so that’s why I’m leaving it up to you.)

3. Start and end dates (Obviously, the challenge starts today- 10/2/17 and will continue anywhere from 2 days - 2 weeks, depending on how many fic requests I get, so for a listed official end date lets say- 10/16/17)

4. Fandom (Yes, it’s set in the Supernatural fandom again. Apologies to all of my fellow Harry Potter peeps, I promise you, next time you will get your own challenge.)

5. Asks (For each request you can only choose 1 ship and 1 phrase/item. However, if you’d like to, you are allowed to send in more than one request.)

6. Timezones (Don’t worry about sending it in too late/early in the day, I will write and respond as soon as I see it and will post as soon as I can.)

You don’t necessarily have to be following me, but since it is a Follower Celebration after all, it would be much appreciated if you were!

Ships

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Gabriel

Meg/Castiel

Sam/Lucifer (I’d be using Nick for the vessel of course)

Sam/Castiel

Dean/Jo

Dean/Lisa

(Any character with the reader)

(Any other ships you’d prefer)

Phrases

Half the names on the list had already been crossed off.

There was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room.

He/she suddenly realized he/she might be alone for the rest of his/her life.

The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive...

He/she had an hour to get home, if he/she didn’t make it...

He/she looked at his/her phone, turned red, then quickly left the room. He/she watched him, smiling.

He/she was stunned- the stranger in front of him/her looked exactly like the guy/girl that he/she had been dreaming about...

Was it a knock that had woken him/her? The house didn’t feel the same anymore.

They couldn’t be allowed to fight. He/she had to think of a way to stop it...

As soon as he/she walked in, he/she felt the tension.

The entrance to the tunnel was his/her only way out...

He/she had no intention of choosing sides until he/she was sure who was going to win.

He/she hadn’t meant to scare the child.

He/she couldn’t believe it. Could it really be him/her?

He/she decided to go to his/her fathers grave, to ask his advice.

Thank you in advance to everyone who decides to participate. I think this will be really fun. Also, I forgot to specify, these will more or less be oneshots.

P.s. Sorry about not posting this until after 3pm, so much for trying to get it out earlier lol.

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psychohemp · 7 years

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Rant #17

9-2-17

8:23pm

i don't know of i like this or not, or wether i should. but yesterday, i went with alexandria to a birthday party of her cousin gabe's. i knew most of the people there (it was just a small get togethef at krista's), but i was kind of uncomfortable. but at one point in the night, nick showed up. nick is another one of alexandria's cousins, and he loooves to mess with me. it is also worth mentioning that he's 26. and i just saw his age now on his facebook and had a realization. i'm sure that my brain is mistaking these to bits of information as a correlation when it isn't, but when nick told me he'd basically find me a bf (he's "like Cupid") and he asked what my age limit was. he suggested 30, which was what i was gonna say (scandalous, ik) but then alexandria caught me and suggested 25. AND THEN HE SAID 26. YO. but he has two children and one on the way with his current girlfriend, with whom he has a matching tattoo, and a desire to commit himself to. anyway, i'm just gonna write out some of the conversations we had now, for memory's sake.

(when he first got there)

he basically greeted me by grabbing my shoulder and said "and you"

he noticed i died my hair and said they matched my pants (i was wearing my black shirt with the lace up thingy and maroon leggings)

he told me that he'd find me a bf, and when i said "good luck" he told me that i'm "chill, and fucking good looking" HIS WORDS !!! ahh this is unhealthy but idc.

he told me thay jay finds me attractive

he told me that i was laid back

he said i'm his favorite out of alexandria's friends because i'm "fun to mess with"

he said he was gonna find me on fb so later that night i went back on my fb for the first time in like 3 years and i deleted the shittiest pics of me and updated my profile pic

he friended me earlier and messaged me "haa i found you 😛" to which i said "congrats 👏👏" and he said i'm mean. i wanna say something like "that's why you like me the best out of all of Alexandria's friends tho" but that is like a complete blatant flirtation and i know i shouldn't do that. but i don't know what to say that isn't flirty or something tbat could be misconstrued as actual meanness. oof.

he also said that my hands are super small and cute and he did that thing guys do when they put their hand up to yours to compare the sizes. now he's 9 years older than me so maybe it's not true for him but i'm pretty sure that that's a flirtation. honestly i have no fucking clue what's going on but the fact that he is attractive, older than me, and just in general my type (i'm basic as fuck and like the bad boyz unfortunately) okay i'm done. one more thing tho. jay walked in the house the other day and says to me "hey babygirl" it was only me and his son in the room. soo. and i don't tell ash ab most of this bc even tho she knows i like older guys i think she might think that i'm just saying that. i'm not. it's disgusting but he was reprimanding his daughter aliyah and he was saying "look at me" and shit like that it was amazing. i love dominance wtf. that was so more than one thing lol. bye tho

edit (two minutes later again lol): i said back 😋😋 and he just sent "lol what's up 😉 " THE FUCKING WINK

i said "not too much lol, you ?"

i'm honestly just gonna keep this open so i can update as we converse. what am i doing oh my god.

i feel like i shouldn't have said "not too much lol, you ?" because maybe he isn't actually asking and he just- idk. i don't know. he kept saying last night stuff like he had to stop talking or he'll get in trouble. like no keep talking i like trouble.

he said "lol nm at work right now 😐 charging my phone"

i replied "sounds like a lotta fun 😂" and yes i did say sounds like a lotta hooplah in my head

okay i'm gonna save this and come back when he answers.

he said "ha not lol" and then "wyd?"

i said "watching netflix, hbu ?" when in reality ya girls sparkin up but i feel like i shouldn't talk ab that with him yet. lol yet. what am i talking ab

he hugged me last night and it was an amazing hug. he was in the backseat and i was in the front, on the opposite side of the car as him. (I wanted to be next to him but ya know, children) He hugged alexandria and then turned to me and said "you're gettin one too" and he opened his arm and i wrapped mine around his neck and when he pulled away his hand slid down and across my back. i'm high as shit bro

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Wake up, it’s Christmas

Day 25 - Wake up, it’s Christmas

The Christmas Diaries masterlist / The Christmas Diaries on ao3

Word Count - 1,233

Warnings - Fluff all the way, even while Dean and the reader are in bed.

A/N - Here it is <3 The last chapter~ Thank you for all of your support, reblogs, and comments for this series.

“Grace, baby girl, wake up.” She grumbled and buried herself deeper into the covers. “We’ll have breakfast, and then open presents with grandma, grandpa, Aunt Harley, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Cas.”

“What about daddy?” You heard her muffled voice through the blanket and chuckled.

“Daddy’s making us a huge breakfast. There’s no way he would miss your special day.” The top of her head poked out from the covers and you smiled, “There’s my birthday girl!”

“Morning mama.” Grace yawned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and tried to pat down her sleep tousled hair. “Don’t you wish Grandpa August could be here with us?”

“Oh baby girl, that’s something I’ve wished for since he passed away but I know he’s up there watching over us. He’d love you so much.” You felt Grace crawl into your lap and hug your torso.

“It’ll be okay, mommy.” You blew a raspberry on her cheek and Grace squirmed free. She put on her house slippers and stood at the door, waiting for you. “I’m hungry, let's go!”

The kitchen was busy. Grace practically rushed over go where your mom was sitting and crawled up into her lap. “Happy birthday babygirl, and Merry Christmas. Are you excited to open your presents?”

“Mhmm but mommy said I had to eat breakfast first.”

“Your momma would be right.” She winked over at you as you wrapped your arms around Dean’s waist. “Get a room!”

“You hush.” You stuck your tongue out at your mom and then kissed Dean on the cheek. “Merry Christmas baby.”

“I hope your hungry. We got pancakes, eggs, loads of bacon, sausage, toast, biscuits and gravy and so much more.”

“Mom helped you didn’t she?”

“Said she woke up early and wanted to get a head start on cooking. She has Gracey’s cake and a couple pies in one oven.”

After breakfast, your family spent the morning exchanging presents. Your mom surprised Grace with her birthday cake, and as soon as all of you were done singing happy birthday, she blew out the candles.

“So Grace, what’d you wish for?”

"I can't tell you what I wished for daddy, it won't come true then!"

“It's been two years since he has proposed, so why hasn't Dean made Y/N his wife?”

“Cas, buddy, when have we had time to sit down and plan a wedding? I’ll bet you twenty bucks Y/N doesn’t even have a dress.” You flushed as the two of them looked over at you. “See?”

“I don’t even know where to start to be honest.” Gabe snorted from across the room. “What?”

“Don’t all girls plan their dream wedding when they’re small?”

“You’re confusing me with Harley. I never -”

“Don’t lie to your guardian angel, Y/N. You planned everything.” You face was still warm as Gabriel moved Grace from his lap, and stood up. “Deep down, you always wanted to get married. You never stopped believing in love even though your father, may he rest in peace, passed away.”

“Okay, I get it. I still don’t have a dress, and we have nothing here for a wedding.”

“I got you girl.” He winked and you rolled your eyes. “You’re marrying a Winchester, so you’re wearing the perfect thing already.” You looked down at your red and black plaid dress and boots that you were wearing and chuckled. He was right actually.

“I can marry the two of you, if you don’t want to wait.” Harley spoke up and you looked over at Dean who was grinning widely.

“You honestly want to do this today?”

“It’s either this or Vegas.”

“My mom would kill me if we eloped, you know that right?” You quietly chuckled and then looked over at Bobby with misty eyes. “Would you… would you walk me down the aisle?”

“I’d be honored to.”

“I love you dad, thank you.” You wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. “All right people, I guess we're having a wedding today. What do we need?”

“We can skype your grandparents and they can watch from wherever they are. Other than that, we have all the guests we need right here. Sam, will you be my best man?”

“Of course.”

“Harley?”

“I love you but I’m handing my maid of honor crown to the birthday girl.”

“What do you think sweetheart? You wanna be mommy’s maid of honor?”

“Will I get wear to a pretty dress?”

“The prettiest! Go ask Uncle Gabe for help, he looks like he’s itching to do something.” You winked at Gabe who snapped his fingers and Grace was in an outfit that closely matched yours. The only difference was the white vest with colorful reindeer and the white necklace.

“This is the best birthday ever!” Grace scrambled over to your mom and she tickled Grace’s side. “Don’t you have to find all that stuff?”

“Stuff?”

“You know…”

“I think she means the something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.”

“Yeah! That stuff…” She removed one of her hair barrettes and pressed it into your hands. “Here’s somethin’ blue. What else is there again??”

“Something borrowed, something old and something new.”

“Y/N, come here for a minute and let me fix your hair and makeup.” Your mom and sister pulled you towards the bathroom so they could work.

You huffed in protest. “Fine.”

You never argued when Harley asked to style your hair. She taught herself so much and you learned that if you were stressed, all anyone had to do was play with your hair for a bit. You could feel her running the brush through your hair, so you closed your eyes for what felt like a few seconds. It's not until you feel your mom place her hand on your shoulder that you jerked awake. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine… I think anyways.” You felt something cool press against your forehead as your mom and sister continued working. “Thanks Gabe.”

“Not a problem sweet cheeks. I have a bouquet here wrapped in one of Samsquatch’s old flannel shirts. Will that work for something?”

“Something borrowed.” You and Harley replied in unison with a chuckle.

“I’m wearing the bracelet Dean got me for Christmas all those years ago, so that’s something old.” You felt your mom move around you and when you looked down you were wearing a necklace with a snowflake shaped pendant.

“Your father wanted you to have this whenever you got married.”

“Mom….”

“Don’t you dare cry, I just fixed your makeup.”

“Harley has one too, if that’s what you’re worried about. Now,” She handed you the bouquet with a proud smile on her face. “Let’s get you married, shall we?”

“Mrs. Winchester, are you asleep?” Dean asked as he kissed your shoulder. He heard you mumble something but you made no effort to open your eyes. “I can work with this.” Dean chuckled to himself as his left arm tightened around your waist. “You looked so beautiful today, and you blew me away with your vows. I love you Y/N, and I can’t wait to spend our life together. I hope that our next kid turns out amazing like Grace did.”

“Well, we have time to make sure that happens.”

“It will happen again, right?”

“Of course, so Mr. Winchester, you wanna practice making another baby?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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