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~H a r r y P o t t e r~ Ron WeasleyxReader: “Mud Blood”

"I don't know what to do!" Ron said as he paced back and forth. Harry sat and thought for a minute. "Have you tried talking to her?"

Ron stopped and looked at Harry with disbelief. "You think I haven't tried that? Every time I do try to talk to her I freeze up or I stutter or do something to totally embarrass myself!"

"Well what if you-" Harry was cut off by someone busting through the doors to their room. "Hey you guys coming? Me and Hermione have been waiting in the library for the past 20 minutes."

It was her. (Y/N last name). The girl Ron has been crushing on since their first year of Hogwarts.

"Uhh... Um y-ya I- well me and Harry w-we were just-" "What Ron is trying to say," Harry cut in, "is we were just about to leave."

(Y/N) looked to Ron and he nodded his head quickly. She looked back and forth between the two boys suspiciously, then remembered it wasn't unusual for them to act so odd. "Ok." She shrugged and began to walk out but stopped when Ron called her name.

"Hey (Y/N)?" "Ya?" "Uh... We'll walk with you?" He said in more of a question. (Y/N) giggled and nodded her head. "Ya that'd be great. Thanks Ron."

As they were walking out the door Harry patted Ron on the back as a praise and Ron held up a thumbs up as they ran to catch up with her.

When they reached the library and met up with Hermione, (Y/N) grabbed all the books the two girls had checked out for research on the Chamber of Secrets and they made their way to Hagrids house.

As they were walking they passed Draco Malfoy, who slapped (Y/N)'s books out of her hand. Him and his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, laughed and continued walking.

"God, Draco, why do you have to be so immature?" (Y/N) said, her hands balled in a tight fist. Draco stopped immediately in his tracks and slowly turned around.

"Bloody hell." Ron mumbled. "Maybe we should just-" Hermione tried to stop them from fighting but (Y/n) and Draco refused to break the intense stare that they held on each other.

"Excuse me?" "You heard me."

Draco scoffed and shook his head while he walked up to the slightly terrified girl.

"Listen here (last name). You don't get to talk to me like that. I'll let my father know what you've done and he'll have you expelled with the snap of his fingers. You wouldn't want that now would you?"

"I am so fed up with all this 'my father will here about this' bull shit! Just leave me and my friends alone."

Ron, Harry, and Hermione watched with slight fear but at the same time they were also very impressed. No one has ever stuck up to Draco like this before. Not even Harry.

Draco walked closer to her, there faces only a inches apart. "You don't scare me (last name). Your nothing but a little girl."

Draco leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Filthy mud blood ." (Y/N)'s eyes pricked with tears and her mind replayed the words over and over again.

When Draco saw her reaction he smirked victoriously and walked away laughing with his little posse.

(Y/N) swallowed hard and without turning around she stuttered, "I-I'll just catch up with you guys later."

Her friends watched sadly as she walked away quickly and disappeared around the corner.

"(Y/N) wait!" Ron called out. He took a step forward as he tried to go after the girl but Harry put an arm out in front of him causing him to stop.

He looked at Harry with a confused face as Harry and Hermione continued to stand still, not really knowing what to do. "Just leave her be. She needs some space." Hermione said sadly as she began to walk away with Harry following closely behind.

Ron sighed and slowly trudged behind them.

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(Y/N)'s pov

As much as I hate looking like a coward, I hated crying in front of people more. My dad would always tell me that both are a sign of weakness and submission, so my emotions got the best of me and I panicked. I felt like the only thing I could do was run. So I did.

The moment I was out of sight from my friends I ran as fast as I could and I didn't stop. I had no plans of going anywhere specific and no intention of going back anytime soon. I just needed to get out of there. Eventually I stop running and realized I ended up somewhere in the woods by Hagrids house. I walked around for a little bit with my arms crossed and kicking any rocks or twigs in my way.

I soon found a tree that I sat under, pulled my knees up to my chest, and allowed all the built up tears flow out freely. If I'm being honest with myself, it felt good to cry. It almost felt like all the weight of trying to please my father, balance my time for studies and my time for friends, and becoming the best wizard I could possibly be was slowly coming off of me with each tear that dropped from my cheeks and onto my knees.

After a few good minutes of continuous sobbing, my crying came to a stop and my breathing pattern returned to its normal, calm rhythm as I fell into a peaceful state of sleep. Fast forward 45 minutes and i'm still asleep, until I hear a sudden noise. I heard a branch snapping somewhere in the distance causing me to jolt awake. My eyes were wide as I slowly and cautiously scanned my surroundings, terrified of what harmful things could be out there.

My eyes landed on a shadowy figure lurking behind a large tree only a few feet in front of me causing my breath to hitch and my chest to heave up and down heavily. I pressed my back to the back of the trunk and hugged my knees as tight as I could to my chest as if it would help me fend of the terrifying figure. Suddenly, it began to slowly move toward me.

I took a deep breath as I prepared to scream for help until the shadowy figure stepped into the sunlight that peaked in between the abnormally large trees and I was met with a familiar ginger. I immediately wiped my damp eyes as I stared at him in disbelief.

"Ron?"

"H-Hey (y/n)," he stuttered awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

I relaxed my body, lazily leaned back on the base of the tree, and crossed my arms. refusing to make eye contact with him. It might sound stupid but i'm embarrassed. I really REALLY like Ron, and now that he saw what a coward and a crybaby I am he's probably never gonna wanna be my friend. Who would?

"What are you doing here."

Ron was slightly taken aback by my response, seeing as I always been considered the sweet kind hearted girl, but shook it off as he remembered I've been through a lot.

"I-I came to check and see if you were okay."

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes as a response and continued to stare at a random bush in front of me.

"I mean- no. That's not-" Ron paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and starting over.

"(y/n), what i'm trying to say is I know you aren't okay. I know your insecure about people thinking they can walk all over you. I know you hate the whole sympathy bull shit so i'm not gonna even bother. Just know that I- WE we *ahem* love you and we could never and would never think of you as weak or pathetic or a crybaby or anything along those lines. I know this is gonna sound mental but..."

(y/n), already touched by his words, sat up in attention even more now as she waited to hear what he was going to say next.

"Bloody hell. (y/n), I really like you. A lot. And I have for awhile. And you don't even recognize how much you influence us. Take Harry for example. You taught him to never back down from a fight. And Hermione. You taught her about perseverance. And as for me, you've taught me how to be more confident in myself and everything I do. Hell, without you I probably wouldn't be in these creepy woods."

I was speechless. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. When I stood up from my position without a response, I could tell Ron was growing even more nervous by the second judging by the way he began to fiddle with the end of his gray sweater. I suddenly ran up to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, catching him with surprise. Ron was stunned to say the least. At first he was unsure of what to do, but then he finally slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed me tight.

"Thank you, Ron. And I really like you too by the way. I have for a long time now," I whispered in his ear. A smile spread across the gingers face as we pulled away from the hug and laced our hands together. "Not to ruin the moment or anything but were late for charms class and I don't like the fact that were in the middle of the damn woods."

I giggled and kissed his cheek while saying, "You're cute," making Ron blush harder than he ever has before. The two ran as fast as they could out of the dark creepy woods and later busting through the door of their charms class, causing everyone, including Harry and Hermione, to turn around. After noticing the new couples' intertwined hands they shared a look then smiled at the two. They couldn't have been happier for their best friends.

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kbuggg3 · 3 years

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~H a r r y P o t t e r~ Draco MalfoyxReader: “Boredem’s New Bestfriend”

IMAGINE: Draco helps entertain you during a boring class

"Alright class. We've finally made it to our destination." Hagrid said opening his arms and looking around the beautiful forest. "Isn't it lovely. Now anyway, back to school work..."

Half the class wasn't even paying attention. They never do. Part of that half included (Y/N last name). She was the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts. And a total badass.

She was a rule breaker for sure but still managed to make good grades. That's how her and Draco Malfoy, or "The Snake King" as (Y/N) likes to call him teasingly, started dating.

They met their second year at Hogwarts and instantly clicked when they were both sorted into the Slitheryn house.

After awhile Draco asked her out but they decided to keep it a secret, knowing his father would somehow get word and be upset, wanting Draco to focus on his "destiny" with you know who.

As Hagrid kept rambling on about random things and (Y/N) continued to loudly chew her bubble gum and not pay attention (like usual) she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

She turned around to see the bleached boy himself with Crabbe and Goyle on each side of him. "Well would you look who it is." She said crossing her arms and popping the bubble she made with her gum.

"Me and the boys are gonna ditch this wearied class. Maybe go down to the river or something. Wanna come?" He said smirking.

"The Snake King himself is asking me to hang out with him? Wow. Such an honor." She said sarcastically causing Draco to chuckle.

He looked down and smiled then looked back to her as he nervously adjusted the strap of his backpack.

(Y/N) looked over to Hagrid and when she realized that he was still rambling on about who knows what she rolled her eyes.

"Let's get out of here quick before I die of boredom." The three boys chuckled and walked away without anyone taking notice.

As they were nearing the river (Y/N) put a hand in front of Draco, stopping him from walking any further.

"You guys coming?" Asked Crabbe and Goyle as they noticed their sudden hault. "Um," Draco looked at (Y/N) and saw something in her eyes that made him freeze for a moment.

"You guys go ahead. We'll catch up later." He replied, not breaking eye contact with the girl. Although confused, the two boys just shrugged and continued with their short journey away from the couple.

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Draco pushed (Y/N) up against a tree far away from the creek (and the class) and continued to kiss her hungrily. She ran her fingers all through his blonde hair and licked his bottom lip asking for an entrance, which he soon excepted.

They pulled away for a split second as (Y/N) took off Draco's Slytherin tie and put it on herself, earning a smirk from Draco.

She never wore her own Slytherin tie. She always wore his after make out sessions or other things along those lines. And Draco loved it.

Draco looked her up and down before reattaching his lips to her neck and beginning to suck on every inch, leaving soon to be hickeys all over.

(Y/N) returned the favor doing the same thing to his neck, sucking hard on his sweet spot causing him to make a low groaning noise.

They reattached their lips again, their hands running wildly through each other's hair. Before they broke apart (Y/N) gently bit down on his lip and tugged on it a little, making him smile into the kiss.

They stared at each other in awe, breathing heavily before Draco broke the silence. "You just couldn't wait til we got back huh?"

"What can I say? I've got it bad for you Malfoy." He chuckled in response and smoothed put his hair.

"And you just had to ruin it." (Y/N) rolled her eyes at his comment and crossed her arms.

"Ruin what your ego? Don't be so full of yourself hot shot. Would you rather me not make out with you and your hair be untouched?"

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and acted as if he were thinking causing (Y/N) to playfully punch his arm. "Ow! Hey I was just joking gorgeous." "Good." She replies giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Now we should probably get going before they leave without us." She grabbed Draco's hand and began to pull him towards a path that lead to where the rest of the class was.

"Good idea."

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kbuggg3 · 3 years

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~H a r r y P o t t e r~ Harry Potter: “Mornings”

IMAGINE: Mornings with Harry

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly opened as sunlight filled the room. She heard light breathing coming from behind her so she turned around only to find her boyfriend, Harry.

His arms were wrapped around her waist securely and his head was resting on her back. She managed to turn around and face him, despite his tight grip, and admire all of his features.

(Y/N) brought her hand to his forehead, moving a price of his hair to the side revealing his scar. She smiled a little and lightly ran her fingers over it.

Harry always thought it was funny how she would do that to calm him down. But what can she say. She loves everything about him. Even his scar.

It makes him who he is. It makes him unique. She slid her hand down to his cheek and rubbed her thumb up and down. (Y/N)'s eyes trailed down to his lips and took notice of his calm, slow breathing pattern.

He was in such a peaceful state and she hated to wake him, but she has no choice. (Y/N) leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on his lips that he soon returned.

"Well good morning to you too." He said slightly flustered. (Y/N) giggled turning around as she began to get up, only to have Harry's grip tighten around her waist bringing her back into his warm chest.

"Harryyyyyy," she whined. "(Y/NNNNN)," he mimicked as she began wiggling to try and get out of his arms. "Harry you have to let go. We're gonna get caught again! Except this time we might get in even more trouble." She whisper yelled not wanting anyone to hear.

Harry stares into her (Eye color) eyes and she stared into his beautiful blue ones with a slightly stern look. "Fine." Harry grumbled then slowly let go of the girl.

After she quickly got dressed, she ran to the doorway of the boys dorm room and looked at Harry with a big smile on her face. Harry stood up, quickly got dressed as well, then began to make the bed. Harry's work came to a pause when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked at (Y/N)'s goofy grin and rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Your mad." He stated plainly. He then continued to make the bed they were just in but noticed (Y/N) was still there. (Y/N)'s jaw had dropped and she had a hurt look on her face. "Me?! Never."

Harry just chuckled and went back to what he was doing. "Go ahead with Ron and Hermione and get some breakfast. I'm just gonna clean up and meet you down there."

"You sure" "Ya. I'll be quick." He said with a warm smile. "Ok. Whatever you say. Try not to miss me too much!" She said as she walked away from the doorway.

"Oh and (Y/N)?" "Ya?" She said poking her head back into the doorway. "I love you."

(Y/N) pauses for a moment, but when her beautiful smile began to slowly appear on her face she looked down and bit her lip. When she made eye contact with Harry she giggled and ran off.

"No 'I love you' back?" He said a little loudly for her to hear. She just continued to giggle and run down the stairs into the main room. After grabbing his glasses off the side table next to the bed, Harry ran after her, almost tripping on his own feet on his way down the stairs.

He chased her all through the halls, up and down different stairwells,and all the way to the huge doors that lead into the Great Hall where everyone was having breakfast.

(Y/N) stretched her arm out to grab the door handle but was suddenly pulled back and spun around. She laughed loudly as she lightly hit Harry's strong arms that where wrapped around her figure tightly.

Harry soon put her down and turned her around to face him, their faces inches apart. "Now. I think you have something to say to me." (Y/N) knees grew weak as he spoke these words in a lower tone.

Harry knew the effect the voice had on her so he uses it to tease her every time. And every time (Y/N) falls for it.

She took note of how Harry's eyes were going from her lips to her eyes. She blushed a little and shyly closed the space between them.

The kiss was soft and passionate and went on for awhile until they thought they heard voices walking down the hall, causing them to pull apart quickly.

"Harry?" "Yes love?" She stopped and smiled widely at the nickname he gave her awhile back. "I-"

"Mrs. (last name). Mr. Potter." Said a stern familiar voice. Professor Snape. They quickly stepped away from each other and looked down with their cheeks painted red.

"This is the 3rd time you have been caught together! Now if I see this one more time I will have no choice but to expel you myself since Dumbledore clearly won't."

(Y/N) looked up at Harry worriedly but he gave her a reassuring nod and they awkwardly looked down again.

"Now inside. Both of you!" He said pointing to the doors. As (Y/N) and Harry ran past Snape to get to the doors, he pushed the back of Harry's head roughly, something he often did when Harry and Ron would talk during class. When the couple reached the door, they quickly closed it behind them, leaning their backs on it and sliding down.

Everyone's attention was turned to the sudden door slam for a quick second until they all returned to stuffing their faces with the food on the table.

As Harry and (Y/N) made their way over to the table, Hermione and Ron we're laughing. "What's so funny?" Harry asked sitting down across from them and next to you.

"Well by the looks of your faces you got caught by professor Snape. Again!" Hermione said causing them to burst out into another fit of laughter.

"Oh shut it," Harry said as him and (Y/N) blushed once more. "Fine we'll drop it,"Ron said before secretly winking at Hermione. "Anyway, don't tell my mum but I got a 50 on my potions test..." A loud gasp to escape Hermione's lips causing a few people around her to look in her direction with odd looks.

"Ronald Weasley! I thought you studied like I told you too!" "Ummm..." "Ugh honestly Ron for once in your life why can't you at least try?" "Hear we go again." Ron mumbles to himself.

While Hermione continued to discipline at Ron, (Y/N) slid closer to Harry.

"Harry?" "Hm?" Harry said looking at her. Their faces were once again very close but they didn't mind one bit. (Y/N) rested her head on Harry's shoulder and held his hand, fiddling with their fingers.

He felt her warm breath tickle the crook of his neck while she sat there a little bit. "I love you too." She said as Harry was taking a sip of his water.

He coughed a little bit so she pulled away and slid over so she could look at him. His cheeks were red (probably for the millionth time today) and he spit out his water before giving her a sheepish smile.

She laughed aloud and put her hand on his cheek and rubbed it gently as she shook her head. "What am I gonna do with you?"

She then gave him a quick peck on his lips before someone catches them yet again.

The rest of breakfast consisted of them holding hands under the table and occasional glances or kisses on the cheek and head.

They were more then happy. Harry loved (Y/N), and (Y/N) loved him. And that's all that seemed to matter.

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kbuggg3 · 3 years

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JC Caylen Imagine: “Don’t Be Sorry”

Today's has been a pretty eventful day to say the least. While my boyfriend JC was out with some old friends who came into town to visit him, me and my dad got into a fight... again.

But the thing that hurts the most is not only is this the 4th time in a row he's been caught, but I'm the one that keeps witnessed it. Your probably wonder "the 4th time? Why do you keep falling for his bullshit?"

Welp. He's my dad. I'm not just gonna give up on him completely. When we would catch him doing something he would let fake tears fall from his eyes as he was apologizing to us and we would forgive him.

And then we'd catch him again, he'd apologize, we'd forgive him. It was an endless cycle. But this time I knew I can't get my hopes up to high anymore.

My mom always told me it takes years to build trust and seconds to destroy it. I felt that. He didn't only ruin my trust with him, but my trust with everyone else. I let everything that happened get to my head and now I have major trust issues. With the exception of one person.

JC Caylen

Before i met JC my life was pretty miserable. I lived in Florida with my mom and my older sister. After my mom and dad got divorced, my family slowly started going down hill.

My dad was barely in the picture due to his constant sneaking around as he was hooking up with random people and getting drunk and being so lazy that he never even bothered covering his tracks, allowing us to discover his dirty little secrets for ourselves.

My poor brother was clueless. Had no idea what his own father was doing behind his back and we didn't bother telling him because 1.) he was a very sensitive boy at the time and 2.) he looked to my dad for everything. My dad was his role model.

After awhile of all of this, my sister was diagnosed with depression. Not too severe but even the smallest bit can make you feel like shit. And as for me, I struggled with self love. Because I didn't really have a good male figure on my life I looked to guys for verification.

But after i spent a week with him and the rest of the O2l house at Vidcon i felt like my life was finally picking up. Fast forward a couple years and my sisters depression is gone, my brother grew up to be an amazing dad of 2 kids, and as for me, i stopped looking for verification in guys and me and JC started dating.

We've been dating for 2 years now and he has been nothing but amazing. I love him so much and I know he loves me. Ever since we've started dating people have been telling me they've never seen me so happy before or they've never seen me smile or laugh that much before.

I just wished he was here to comfort me right now. I haven't told him what happened yet. I didn't wanna ruin his day. He was hanging out with some old friends of his who flew down to visit him.

I wasn't gonna burden him with my stupid family issues while he was out with his friends. I turned on a random disney movie and began to watch as I continued to cry at random times when the old memories would pop up in my mind.

I would squeeze my eyes shut and burry my head in my pillow trying to make them stop but they never went away, no matter how hard i tried. Eventually I decided enough was enough. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to call JC. I grabbed the phone and went to his name in my contacts. I dried my tears and took a few deep breaths to stop myself from crying so he wouldn't notice and be too worried.

After attempting to recollect myself, i pressed call, holding the phone up to my ear as i heard it ring. A few seconds later the line picked up and i heard his sweet voice on the other end.

"What's up baby." JC said in a super deep voice cause you to giggle only slightly.

"Hey JC. Um, I was just wondering when you were gonna be home?"

"Is my girl missing me already?"

"What do mean already you've been gone for hourrrrsssss." She groaned causing him to chuckle.

"I know baby I'm sorry. I'll actually be home soon."

I sighed with relief before responding, "Thank god!"

"Is everything ok (y/n)?"

Shit. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.

She sniffles a little and swallowed hard.

"Y-ya baby why do you ask?" My breath was uneven and he could tell.

"No no. Your not ok. I'm coming over right now."

Don't mess this up (y/n) he's having fun. Don't ruin his day.

"JC it's fine. I'm gonna be ok. Just go hang out with your friends. Have fun!"

"Gonna be?!"

I pulled back and cringed at my own words. Shouldn't have said that.

"Gonna be ok??? (y/n) what happened???" JC exclaimed again. She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"JC I'm-"

Tell him your fine. He's with his friends. He doesn't need this right now.

Tell him what you tell everyone else in your life. Your fine.

"It's my dad again." I said with tears in my eyes.

What the fuck (y/n)! How could you?!

He can tell by my voice I was crying.

"Fuck. Baby I'm coming over right now." He side sternly. Was he mad?

"N-no JC it's ok really I-"

"No! (y/n) it's not ok! Baby he's put you through so much shit and I'm tired of it! You don't deserve that! You nor your family!" He began to shout a little and it caused her to cry harder. Not because I'm scared of him. But because he cared so much and that meant the world to her. He's the only one who gets it.

He did a deep sigh and you already knew he was running his hands through his hair and pacing, something he did when he was stressed, nervous, or in this case pissed off.

"I'm coming over. I'll be there in a few just hang on ok?"

At first no words were spoken. She didn't want to agree because she still felt bad about burdening him with it. But she was going to lose her fucking mind if he wasn't holding her ASAP so she finally spoke a barely audible "ok".

Immediately the phone call was ended. (y/n)'s phone slid out of her hand and onto the floor. She sat there curled up on her bed for awhile, staring blankly at the floor as her head was leaned on the head rest.

The thoughts and images filled her head again and she began to cry and cry and cry. "Go away." She whispered with quivering lips. "Go away!"

Not too long after the phone call she heard keys rattling as whoever was on the other side, who she assumed was JC, tried to open the door. She then heard footsteps quickly going up the stairs.

Her teary eyes slowly looked up to the door and saw the door knob slowly being turned, then the door opened revealing her boyfriend. In her mind she was smiling, finally being able to see him, but on the outside she unintentionally showed the opposite.

They made eye contact and (y/n) saw the sympathetic look on JC's face. She hated it when people would look at her like that and he knew it. He just couldn't help it. It makes her feel weak and helpless even tho those are the exact words that describe her in this moment.

When she saw the look on his face she quickly looked away, turning her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut as more tears slipped down her cheeks, slightly embarrassed by her fragile appearance.

She felt the bed beside her dip down meaning JC was now sitting next to her on the bed.

"Baby..."

JC gently touched her chin and moved it to where her eyes had nowhere else to look but his.

"I... I am so sorry."

After looking into his beautiful brown eyes, (y/n) finally gave in and buried her face in his shoulder as she sat in his lap in a straddle like position.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and the more she cried the tighter she would hold on. In return JC would squeeze her back, both arms wrapped around her waist. He then began to run his hand through her hair and draw small circles on her back in a soothing motion.

JC continued to whisper little nothings in her ear as she gripped his shirt that was soaked with her tears.

"You don't deserve this."

"None of this is your fault."

"You're an amazing girl."

"You're my amazing girl."

After a few minutes or so of them sitting in silence, JC asked her if she wanted to lay down and cuddle while they watched a movie. (y/n) could only nod her head as they repositioned themselves to where she was laying on JC's stomach with her face still buried in his chest. He put on her favorite Disney movie "Finding Nemo" hoping it would encourage her to lift her head and hopefully help calm her.

When she heard the music play softly from the TV she slowly and hesitantly lifted her head from JC's chest as she positioned her head to where she could see the movie displayed on the large screen. JC smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. Occasionally throughout the movie he would rub her back soothingly, play with her hair, and give her kisses on the top of her head or forehead, causing (y/n) to smile slightly.

"Thank you... Seriously," (y/n) said quietly. He was surprised at first, judging by the fact that neither of them have said a word to each other for about an hour (not in a rude way of course but because there was no need for words. They just needed time to think and relax). "No problem, baby. I love you so so much."

(y/n) look up at him, resting her chin on his chest. He noticed how the red puffiness in her eyes went down and there was not a tear in sight, causing his heart to warm and a smile to make its way across his face. "I love you too." They shared a short but sweet kiss and went to sleep cuddled up in their bed as "Finding Nemo" continued to play and lull them into a deep and peaceful sleep.

ngl I hate writing sad stuff (unless y’all request it obvi) but I got this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head so you’re welcome. If you have any requests and/or feedback let me know plz! Love y'all💋 ~Kbug :)

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kbuggg3 · 3 years

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Kian Lawley Imagine: “Jealous Much?”

IMAGINE: The fun beach day suddenly gets more interesting when Kian catches a guy flirting with you

Everyone in the 02l house was running around like crazy trying to get together all the stuff they'll need for their beach trip.

"(y/n), didn't you say you were grabbing the towels?"

"Got em! Kian, you got all the snacks?"

"Wait... What? I thought Corey was getting them?"

"Can someone get the sunscreen?"

"Ya. I got it!"

"Hey Seb, grab some waters and a few beers."

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE SNACKS!?"

After everyone got what they needed and loaded it into the two separate cars, they were finally off to the boating dock. (y/n) drove her jeep with Kian, her boyfriend, in the passenger seat and Harrison, JC, and Chelsea in the back seat. Corey drove the truck so he could attach the boat to the back. Sebastian was in the front seat next to him and Bobby, Anderson, Franny and Dom were squished together in the back.

After a few minutes of passing the AUX cord and jamming out they all finally arrived to the boating dock. When (y/n) parked her jeep, she rested her head on the steering wheel while everyone got out and got the stuff out of the trunk. "You okay, baby?" she heard a sweet voice say next to her ear.

Already knowing who it is, (y/n) put on a pouty face and looked up with her best puppy dog eyes. "I'm fine. It's just that we got up sooo earlyyyy." Kian frowned and grabbed her hand, rubbing his thumb over it softly.

"I'm sorry. Is there anyway I can help you wake up?"(y/n) smirked slightly and leaned close to his face. "You could kiss me," she shrugged, biting her lip. Kian's eyes flickered down to her lips and he leaned down and kissed her softly.

(y/n) wrapped her arms around Kian's neck, hoping for the kiss to last longer, but Kian almost immediately pulled away causing (y/n) to pout again. "Heyyyy! I wasn't done." Kian chuckled at her reaction and replied. "Well as much as I enjoy doing that, I kinda had another idea in mind."

The moment (y/n) saw the smirk on his face and the evil look in his eyes, she knew he was up to no good. Before she could protest, Kian pulled her out of the jeep and threw her over his shoulder. "Kian! Put me down!" she laughed while lightly hitting his back.

"Not until you wake up."

"What are you even-" (y/n) paused mid sentence when she realized what he was going to do. "Kian, I swear to god if you throw me in the water I'm breaking up with you!" she joked. Kian just smiled even wider, knowing his plan was working, and walked into the water until he was knee deep.

He slid (y/n) down until she was eye level with him, her arms around his neck and her legs now wrapped tightly around his waist as she tried to avoid getting wet at all costs. "Alright baby! You ready?" he asked placing his hands on her ass to keep her from sliding down. "No, Kian!"

"1..."

"I swear if you actually-"

"2..."

"KIAN!"

"3!"

He pretended to swing her forward, acting as if he was going to throw her in but he never actually let go. Instead he laughed until his stomach hurt, earning a punch in the arm from his girlfriend. "I hate you," she said unwrapping her arms from his neck so she can cross them in front of her.

"Well I LoOoOoVe you!" Kian kissed her on the nose causing her to smile and unwrap her legs so she could stand on her own. "Hey, lovebirds, the boats ready to go!" Kian grabbed (y/n)'s hand and they walked to the dock that the boat was parked at.

After helping (y/n) in, he hopped in the boat and sat in the passenger side beside JC, who was going to be driving, and (y/n) went to the front of the boat with Seb, Anderson, Harrison, and Bobby. Franny, Chelsea, Corey, and Dom sat in the back of the boat next to the cooler of snacks and beers "in case they disappear", as they liked to put it.

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They rode around on the boat and went tubing for a little bit before eventually arriving at the island. They swam in the water, drank, hooked (y/n)'s phone up to the speaker to play music, took pictures for Instagram, and tanned. They stayed at the island for hours on end having a good time and acting like the rowdy teenagers that they were.

After awhile they began to grow hungry, seeing as all their snacks were gone. "I'm starving. Let's go get food," JC said looking over at his friends from under his umbrella.

"I agree. Do you guys remember the Sunset Grill? With the shrimp?"

"Oh my god! The shrimp!"

"We should go there."

"I'm down."

After taking a majority vote, they all packed up their towels, chairs, and umbrellas and got onto the boat. They got into their original seats and Bobby connected (y/n)'s phone to the built in speakers onto the boat. When they arrived at the restaurant they quickly put on some clothes over their bathing suits and were met by a tall, tan boy around their age who greeted them with a pearly white smile.

"Hey guys! My name is Caleb and I will be your waiter for today." Caleb helped tie the boat to the dock and waited patiently as everyone got out. (y/n) was the last one left, but paused as she noticed the boat, although tied to the dock, was getting too far away for her to reach.

"Hey, um, Kian? Can I get some help?" she laughed awkwardly. Kian was too busy talking to JC, Harrison, and Anderson and couldn't here her calling his name. Fortunate for her, Caleb heard the girls plea for help and was quick to be approach her.

He looked at her with his bright blue eyes and brushed the blonde hair out of his face. "Need a hand?" he asked extending his hand out to her. (y/n) gratefully took it with a smile and he helped her step out of the boat and onto the dock safely.

"I'm Caleb," he smiled warmly at her. "(y/n)." Caleb nodded his head before turning to the rest of the group.

"How many in your party?"

"11."

"Awesome! Right this way."

Caleb grabbed some menus and glanced at (y/n) quickly before walking off to show them their table. This act surely did not go unnoticed by Kian. As they were walking, Kian made his way over to (y/n) putting a protective arm over her shoulders.

They sat down, ordered their drinks, and talked for a little while until Caleb came back asking what they wanted to eat. "I'll just have a cheeseburger," (y/n) stated closing her menu and handing it to the naturally tan boy. "That's my favorite," he smiled as he wrote down her order along with everybody else's.

Kian's eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened slightly. He looked at JC to see his eyes wide and his lips in a small smile as he tried not to laugh at Kian's reaction. "I'll be sure to have your food out ASAP!"

Caleb looked at (y/n) one last time and with a nod of his head, he left. Kian leaned over to the table and whisper shouted at JC.

"What the hell was that? Did you see that?"

"What?"

"You know what!"

JC awkwardly shifted his eye contact from Kian, to (y/n), then back to Kian again. Kian just sighed and rolled his eyes."oH My gOd i LoVe cHeEsBuRgErS! We'Re, LiKe, ToTaLlY iN LoVe!" J

C attempted to stifle a laugh as Kian mocked their waiter in a high pitched voice.

"Dude, he's probably just being friendly. It's kind of his job."

"No. It is not his job! His job is to take our orders and bring us food. His job is NOT to flirt with MY girlfriend!"

Every time he would go to their table to check up on them, he would have a nice conversation with the table and even crack some jokes. Everyone thought he was a pretty cool guy. Everyone except Kian, of course.

Eventually their stomachs were full and it was time to leave. JC, Bobby, and Harrison stayed at the table to wait for their card to be brought back after paying and everyone else went over to the dock next to their boat. When everyone was listening to Dom tell some story about a time he got super drunk, Kian saw Caleb watching and slipped his hand in the back pocket of (y/n)'s jean shorts.

(y/n) bit her lip to hold back a smile and scooted closer to Kian. "What was that for?" Kian furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her. "What do you mean? I can't love my girlfriend?" (y/n) just shrugged with a knowing smile on her face and went back to listening to Dom's story.

Kian looked over towards the restaurant and once again saw Caleb staring. He clenched his jaw and looked away. He had to do something about this. He couldn't just let this random guy drool over his girlfriend!

Kian took his hand out of her pocket, grabbed her arm lightly, and turned (y/n) around to where she was facing him. (y/n) looked up at him with a smirk. "What is it this time?"Kian pulled on her shirt, bringer her closer to him, making the distance between them small.

He leaned down towards her ear and spoke quietly, "Caleb hasn't stopped staring at you since we came here on that damn boat and quiet frankly I'm not a fan of it." (y/n) giggled slightly at the boy. When she looked over towards the restaurant, she indeed saw their waiter staring at her. When they made eye contact he awkwardly smiled and pretended to be sorting menus.

"So if you could kiss me that would be great." They pulled away only slightly and (y/n) smiled.

"You're crazy."

"Crazy about you," Kian winked. (y/n) rolled her eyes at his cheesy comment and the two leaned in, sharing a long kiss. The others in the group stared for a little bit, but then remembered that randomly making out was kinda normal for them, so they went back to what they were doing.

After a few minutes of hanging out in the dock, JC, Bobby, and Harrison received their credit card and loaded everybody back onto the boat. (y/n) got into the boat and tried to make her way to the front with Sebastian, Anderson, Harrison and Bobby. Kian was quick to stop her by hooking a finger on the back of her bathing suit bottoms saying "C'mere baby" as he pulled her back towards him.

She giggled while walking back towards him and watched as Kians hands made their way to tightly grip her waist. He guided her hips as she sat down on his lap and wrapped his arms loosely around her torso, putting his head in the crook of her neck. "Yes?" She questioned.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see you." Kian smiled at his own comment just as JC slipped out his phone, taking a perfect picture of the couple and connecting his phone to Bluetooth. "How bout a little B Marley, huh?" Although not opposed to the idea, (y/n) rolled her eyes at the nickname.

After a minute of searching through Spotify, JC finally found the song he wanted. (y/n) waited and listened for the song and instantly smiled when "Is This Love?" By Bob Marley began to play loudly.

I want to love you, and treat you right. I want to love you, everyday and every night

(y/n) took a deep breath in, smelling the salty air and feeling the wind on her face as the boat glided quickly over the waves.

We'll be together, with a roof right over our heads

Kian held (y/n)'s hand that was resting in her lap and rubbed his thumb up and down soothingly.

We'll share the shelter, of my single bed. We'll share the same room

Everyone stares at the beautiful view in front of them in awe, the sky acting as a canvas with pink and orange colors lighting up the sky.

Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love that I'm feeling?

(y/n) heard Kian singing along to the words and she bit her lip to try and hold back a smile. She always loved hearing him sing. Even if it was just singing along to the radio in the funniest voice possible just to make her laugh. She, along with many many others, thought his voice was amazing, but Kian usually only let her hear it.

(y/n) closed her eyes and laid her head back onto his shoulder making Kian look at her. He knew why she was smiling. (y/n) tells him all the time how much she loves his voice, especially when he sings. Because of that, Kian leaned his forehead on her temple as sang softly in her ear so she could hear him better.

As he sang she smiled even more and cuddled into him. When they made eye contact, Kian's eyes would flicker down to (y/n)'s lips as she ran her fingers through his hair.Kian leaned in, capturing his lips into hers as they shared a passionate kiss. "I love you," Kian whispered as they pulled apart. "I love you too."

"Can we just talk about the fact that Kian was soooo jealous when that little waiter kept flirting with (y/n)?" JC said making everyone laugh.

"Oh my God, Kian. You looked sooooo mad!" Franny laughed, almost falling out of her seat with Bobby making another comment.

"He still looks angry!" Kian glared at Bobby and yelled jokingly, "I'm not fucking angry!" Everyone just laughed even harder and (y/n) laid her head on Kian's chest, making him look at her and calm down. "It's ok babyyyy," (y/n) cooed trying to hold back her giggles, making Kian kiss her face all over. "Do you think I'm jealous?" (y/n) looked at his pouting face and giggled. She grabbed his cheeks and gave a him a long kiss on the lips. When she pulled away to where there noses were touching, she whispered,

"Totally."

I freaking LOVE Kian and JC so if you don't watch them you 100% should. They’re legit so funny. Anywho, hope you liked it.

-Kbug

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~M a r v e l~ Peter ParkerxReader: “The Civil War”

IMAGINE: You and your best friend/secret crush Peter Parker are both avengers. After Captain America and Ironman come to a disagreement the two teens need to choose a side to fight for and a side to fight against in a battle between right and wrong.

“Hey Pete!” (Y/N) said into her phone. “Hey (Y/N). Can I talk to you?”

“You sound nervous.”

“What? Me? Oh, uh, no. Not nervous.”

“Mhm.”

“Anyway, can you be over at 3:00?”

“Oh suuure.” she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Ok,” Peter replies, chuckling. “Love you (Y/N/N).”

“I know you do.” (Y/N) replied, hanging up with a smile on her face. (Y/N) put on her not so white high tops and ran out the door.

Peter Parker. How could she describe Peter Parker?

Well for starters, her, Peter, and Ned have been best friends since kindergarten. But (Y/N) and Peter have a different type of relationship. (Y/N) has a huge crush on the nerdy spider-boy (as she called him sometimes).

But what she didn’t know was that he liked her back. So she decided to keep it to herself, not wanting to ruin their friendship. (Y/N) was broken out of her thoughts when she heard the old apartment door open with a creak. She smiled brightly at the person on the other side.

“Well hi there! I’m guessing you're here for Peter?” Aunt May said with a bright smile. “Yes mam.” (Y/N) stepped into the house and took off the Midtown School of Science and Technology sweatshirt she stole from Peter and placed it on the arm of the couch. The Parker residence, as she jokingly called it, was like her second home. She used to go there all the time and have sleepovers with Peter and Ned.

“Peter is upstairs.”

“Thanks Aunt May.” (Y/N) replied with a warm smile. She went upstairs to Peter's room and knocked on the door. When she opened it Peter turned around and gave her a smile. “Hi.”

Peter just smiled in reply and put his hands in his pockets. He watched her as she walked in and sat down in his “twisty chair” and began to spin in circles. “You wanted to talk?” She said as her spinning came to a stop.

“Oh, uh, ya.” He sat there for a while thinking of what to say until he just blurted it out, instantly regretting his words. “You can’t be on Cap’s team.”

“And why not?” She laughed, slightly taken aback. “Um. Because you need to be on Mr. Stark's team… with me.” He said going up and down on his toes trying to avoid eye contact. “Wait. You're with Stark?” “Well, ya.” Peter said as if it were obvious. (Y/N) slowly stood up from the spinning chair.

“Why?”

“Because Mr. Stark has taught me everything I know. I trust him.” Peter said confidently. “Well guess what. Same for me.”

“Really?” Peter said, smiling and relaxing his tensed shoulders.

“Oh what a relief. I was really scared that you were actually going to-“

“Except with Steve Rogers.” (Y/N) said with a sarcastic smile. Peter's smile slowly faded and he held his breath. He let it go in a big sigh and put his head back in frustration.

“Peter! You're my best friend! But we don’t always have to agree on everything!” (Y/N) yelled, flailing her arms. “Actually, in this case we do because we’re gonna be fighting against each other if we don’t!” Peter defended. “I don't want to fight you!”

“Ok well maybe I don’t wanna be on his team! Maybe I don’t want to be treated like a child!” She said, pointing a finger at Peter's chest.

“Wha- a child?! I’m not treated like a chi-“ Peter began but he was cut off. “Yes! You are! Open your eyes Parker! He’s treating you like a baby. A Freshman! Why do you care so much anyway!? I mean you didn’t think I was actually gonna fight you did you?” She responded sounding hurt. “Well no I-I just don't want you to make anymore stupid decisions.” Peter said running his fingers through his hair.

At that, (Y/N)’s heart shattered into a million pieces. Her vision began to blur due to the oncoming tears. He realized what he said and his eyes went wide once again. He looked up and saw her shaking her head and holding back her tears.

“Nonononono. I didn’t mean that!” He said, reaching for her hand. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes and turned around. As she reached out for the doorknob Peter webbed her hand to it so she couldn’t leave.

She looked over her shoulder and sternly spoke to her so-called friend. “Peter. Let me go.” Peter sighed and replied. “I’m sorry. I can’t do that. Not until we clear this up.”

“Really? Cause you’ve made it really clear.”

“But-“ Peter was about to begin but (Y/N) was tired of it. Using her telekinetic powers she lifted his Biology book and let it float in front of her. Peter just stared at it in confusion.

She then flicked her head back causing the book to hit Peter in the face. He fell to the ground holding his face. “Ok. I deserved that.” He said as he groaned in pain and got back on his feet.

He looked at her through his probably now bruised eye and watched as she used her sleeve to wipe the blood running down her nose. Peter knew about her powers. He also knew that one of the “side effects” to her powers was that her nose would bleed anytime she used them.

“(Y/N) please. I don’t want to fight about this.” He said using his puppy dog eyes. (Y/N)’s eyes began to soften but she knew she couldn’t give in that easily. “Y’know Parker. I really liked you. A lot actually.” Peter froze for a moment.

‘Wait...she likes me?! Like… LIKE-likes me??! Well, at least she used to. You know what that probably wasn't even what she was talking about. Besides, earlier she said we were friends. Just friends.’ Peter thought all this in his head. His mind was racing with questions, thoughts, concerns.

He knew he messed up and he didn’t know what to do about it. “Pete. Are you even listening to me?” (Y/N) asked in a sad whisper. Peter snapped out of his rushing thoughts and was once again frozen as he stared at her teary-eyed self. She looked so broken. And it was all his fault.

When (Y/N) received yet again no response, she used her powers to free her hand causing pieces of web to fly everywhere. She then threw the door open and walked out.

“Wait (Y/N) please I-“ but (Y/N) turned around and threw her arm out in front of her causing the door to slam in Peter's face. He stood there facing the door not knowing what to do. The love of his life hates him AND he's going to have to fight against her. He turned around, back facing the door, and slid down, propping his arms on his knees and hanging his head.

“At least you tried, kid.” Said a familiar voice over by the window. Peter looked up slightly startled but sighed and hung his head again. “Hey Mr. Stark.” Peter said sadly. “Awe hey cheer up kid!” He said sitting on Peter’s bed.

“Mr. Stark, you don’t understand! She’s my best friend and I just lost her because of you.” He replied immediately regretting his choice of words. ‘I've really gotta know when to shut my mouth’ he thought.

“Because of me?” Tony said sternly. “Oh god.” Peter mumbled, preparing for a lecture. “Im sorry but im not the one who called my little girlfriend, or whatever she is to you, stupid. That’s on you.” Peter just looked at him and nodded his head sadly. “And don’t you dare even THINK about bringing your little friendship break-up fest into this. I don’t need her distracting you. Do you hear me?”

Peter just sighed and nodded his head once again causing Tony Stark to sigh. “You're a good kid Peter.” And with that he stepped through the window. “Why not just go through the door?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Ah, well you see this is more stealthy this way.”

Tony explained as a matter of factly and Peter just nodded looking back at the floor. “And also your Aunt May just left to go shopping so there’s no reason to use it if I can’t even see her.”

Peter whipped his head up with furrowed eyebrows as Tony just shrugged. “Wha- wait, Mr. Stark, what did you s-?”

“Oh look at the time. Can't talk now gotta go see ya later kid.” and with that he was gone.

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The next day at school things were super awkward. Peter had explained to Ned what had happened and the two were coming up with ideas for how Peter could apologize to her.

“You’d think it would be easy but with (Y/N)... Well we just gotta come up with something good.” Ned explained as Peter nodded, still thinking. “Have you even tried just going up to her and saying ‘i'm sorry’?”

“Of Course I have dude! She just ignored me!” Peter said, running his fingers through his brown hair. “Ok ok chill. We’ll think of something. I promise.” Ned said, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Thanks man.”

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It's been a few weeks and after many times of trying to apologize, (Y/N) was still ignoring him. He finally gave up, despite Ned’s protests, and decided they're friendship was over. As much as he hated to say it. It was over. He failed. He let the girl he loved slip right through his fingers.

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A few days later...

Today was the day of the war. Today was also the first day, in weeks, that Peter gets to see (Y/N). He was, at first, very excited to see her, until he remembered a very important detail. She hated his guts. After the realization hit him he moped around the rest of his afternoon until he got a call from Tony.

Peter flipped open the phone s.h.i.e.l.d had given to him when he was an official avenger and Tony’s holograph appeared. “Hey kid. Suit up. And meet at the airport in exactly 20 minutes.”

“Yes sir.” Peter said, tiredly rubbing his face. He shut the phone causing the call to end and Tony’s tiny hologram to disappear.

(Peter’s POV)

After 20 minutes of swinging from building to building I arrived at the airport and saw the whole team. Well, team Ironman. Everyone had unsure faces as we went over the plan. I don’t think it was because they don’t understand. More so the fact that we’re fighting our own friends and family.

Then again that’s weird because me and (Y/N) kinda have… well had a thing going on between us but... When we finished we got into our ready positions. The plan was for me to stay hidden until I heard Mr. Stark’s signal.

“Underoos!” Mr. Stark yelled. Here's my cue. I flipped on top of a van and webbed Cap’s shield, pulling it towards me. I scanned the crowd and met eyes with (Y/N) you couldn’t tell due to the mask but my eyes softened as I saw her and all her beauty. It made me sad to see the hate in her eyes she had for me.

She clenched her fist as she, along with everyone else, continued to stare at me. “Nice work kid.” Mr. Stark said, causing me to somehow pull my eyes away from (Y/N).

“O-oh um thanks. Well I-I could’ve stuck the landing a little better, it's just a new suit.” I rambled as I mumbled the last part. “B-But it’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Ya we really don’t need to start a conversation.” Tony replied slightly annoyed. I don’t really remember too much after that because all they did was talk and talk and talk.

But then I saw them slowly begin to run at each other. “Finally some action!” I said kind of to myself as I began to run with them. Suddenly, one by one people were throwing punches and kicks all over the place.

Suddenly, my feet stopped moving and I stood a few feet away from Bucky.

‘Wow. So this is actually happening?’

Bucky didn't hesitate to throw his strong metal arm in my direction, only to have me barely dodge it. The metal grazed the side of my masked face and into a van, leaving ahole.

‘Yep. Looks like it is.’ I adjusted my mask and held up my fists defensively.

‘Let the games begin.’

This was another imagine that I wrote awhile ago and attempted to fix up so hopefully you guys like this! Lmk any requests you haveeeeeeeeeeeee k bye

-Kbug

#tom holland #tom #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter x y/n #peter x you

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~S u p e r n a t u r a l~ CasxReader: “Crazy In Love”

IMAGINE: After risking their lives for a mysterious piece of clay, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) get a call that something happened to Cas at the hospital (s7 e21).

“Well, c’mon Meg! Give us more details! Can you at least tell me if he’s ok?... What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam angrily spoke into the phone and (y/n) and Dean exchanged scared looks as they anxiously waited to hear about the news of their best friend. Approximately an hour before all of this stress and anxiety appeared the Winchester brothers and their closest companion (y/n) Singer were hiding out in an old, abandoned jail staring at the block of clay that lay on the dust covered table.

“So what I’m getting from this is… we risked our lives for a lump of clay?” Sam looked at the girl and shrugged with a reply, “There’s gotta be more to it than just that. I mean, the Leviathans were treating it like Dean treats his car!”

“Hey!” Dean snapped. “Don’t judge me.” Sam just rolled his eyes while (y/n) continued to think aloud. “Maybe there's something inside?” This earned an odd look from Dean and she huffed in frustration. “Wha- Well I don’t know! I’m running out of ideas. That’s all I’ve got goin’ on up here unless one of you can think of something better.” Sam and Dean shared a look then shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Dean grabbed a hammer and Sam grabbed 3 pairs of goggles, handing them out to each person. After making sure everyone had their protective eyewear on, Dean brought the hammer up into the air and struck hard on the block of clay. The moment the hammer hit the clay, causing pieces to fly everywhere, a crack of lightning, a quick rumbling of thunder was heard, and the rusty building shook for a second. The three looked at one another without speaking a word and Dean soon continued on again. Once again, he struck the clay with the hammer and thunder rumbled and the building shook. “Um is it just me or is-”

“Ya,” Sam cut in, interrupting (y/n). “That’s not normal.” Dean debated whether or not he should continue. Whatever is in this block of clay was important enough that Leviathans were willing to sacrifice their lives for it. This could be something to end the apocalypse and put a stop to the death of mankind forever. With that, Dean repeated the actions of striking the clay with the hammer despite the loud thunder, bright lightning, and violent shaking of the building.

Eventually everything went quiet and all the clay was completely gone. (y/n) opened her eyes and released her tight grip on Sam’s arm while Dean let out a long breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding. The three stare down at what used to be a big pile of nothing and what now appeared to be a tablet. The tablet had golden writings or etching in it but neither one of them could make out what it was saying. It looked as if it were written in another language.

Before any of them could say one word, Dean received an urgent call from Meg that something had happened to Castiel back at the hospital and told them to meet her there ASAP. So that's what they did. Dean stuffed the tablet in a duffle bag and they got into the impala and drove off.

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After they arrive at the hospital and sneak past a few security guards, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) finally make it to the door of Castiel’s hospital room, where Meg stands chewing her finger nails and pacing back and forth. She heard multiple footsteps and looked at the group with a sigh of relief. “It took you long enough. He’s in here.” Meg opened the door and nodded her head, giving them the ‘ok’ to step inside. They walk in and see Cas staring out the window. “Hey, Cas?” The angel slowly turns around, faces them, and replies with a short “Hello, Dean.”

Castiel looks at Sam and smiles softly. “Sam,” he says with a short nod. “Hey, Castiel.” Cas’s eyes move from the tall man to the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. That’s (y/n) Singer. Of course he has met her before. She is the daughter of Bobby Singer and an old friend of the Winchester family. She was there when Cas first connected with Dean and the taller brother and ever since then he has had feelings for her that he, as an angelic and Godly being, couldn’t quite comprehend.

To a regular human being this was a natural thing, but Cas has never experienced anything like what he experiences when he’s around her. When she flashes her perfect pearly white smile at him, he can’t help but stop mid sentence and stare at her and her beautiful eyes. When she accidentally brushes his shoulder as they pass each other or touches his shoulder as she speaks softly to him or takes his hand for comfort, his face turns color and his stomach feels like he just swallowed a bunch of butterflies. And her laugh… oh her laugh… how it makes him wish he could listen to it forever. The way she scrunches up her nose as she projects this beautiful human noise from her perfect lips makes the corners of his mouth turn up slightly in a way he isn’t all too familiar with. Cas has no idea what was happening to him. If anything, he thought he was sick. But a regular human being would classify that as love. Cas was in love with (y/n).

Cas struggled to find the right words to say as he approached her and stuttered an awkward, “Hello, (y/n).” The girl fought the urge to throw herself onto him and wrap her arms around his neck, breathing in his comforting scent as she embraced him in a big hug. Instead she put a smile on her worried face and spoke to him in the soft, calming tone that he was very fond of. “Cas.” They stared at each other for a while until Dean awkwardly cleared his throat to break some of the tension. “Look at you, walking and talking. That’s great right?”

Cas forcefully peeled his eyes away from the goddess before him and looked at Dean with a goofy smile on his face. The angel approached the oldest Winchester with his pointer finger towards him. “Pull my finger.” Dean looked from the outstretched finger to Cas with a very confused look on his face. “I’m sorry. What?”

“My finger,” Cas explained. “Pull it.” Dean stood there awkwardly for a moment before gripping Castiel’s finger. Cas raised his eyebrows at him as he waited for Dean to pull his finger and sure enough he did. The moment Dean did as he was told, all the lights in the room bursted and everyone jumped at the sudden noise. All of the shattered glass fell to the ground and the group stared at Cas in disbelief as he giggled to himself.

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“So let me get this straight. You said you remember who you are? What are you?”

“Yes of course,” Cas replied. He then gasped and turned around as if he were reminded of something he meant to say a while ago. “Outside today in the garden I followed a honeybee. I saw the welt of flowers. It was all right there! The whole plan! There’s nothing to add.” (y/n) quirked an eyebrow as she watched his gorgeous blue eyes twinkle with excitement like he just got finished riding a roller coaster or running a marathon.

“And he’s been like this for how long?”

“He’s been like that naked guy at the raver ever since he woke up. Totally useless.” Meg replied and the girl just nodded her head in response. “Well, Cas, how are you feeling? Do you feel any different from before?” Cas looked to (y/n) with a look of adoration as he spoke, “Would you just look at her. My caretaker.” The brothers looked to (y/n) with questioning looks as she gave the same look to the clueless angel in front of her. “All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy in love,” Cas said, sighing contently as he continued to stare at her sweetly. Of course (y/n) was flattered by this sudden affection from the angel she’s been crushing on since she first laid eyes on him, but he is obviously not in his normal Cas-like state. For all she knows this could all just be a misunderstanding and when (or if) they get him back to normal he wouldn’t even remember saying those things. After giving out long, awkward hugs and sharing random fun facts about cat penises, Cas revealed how exactly he became like this and that the tablet was The Word of God. “Ok well what does it say?” Cas crossed his arms and stuck out his lip. “No.”

“What the- Cas how old are you? Just read the friggin’ tablet!” Dean yelled frustrated.

“No.”

“Cas I swear on everything sacred if you don’t read this tablet right now so help me i will-”

“ Cas,” (y/n) spoke, cutting Dean off. Cas uncrossed his arms and straightened his posture as his facial features softened.

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you please try your hardest to read this tablet? It is very important that we find out what this says. You may even help save the world if you dooo,” (y/n) bribed, singing the last part. When Cas didn’t respond she pushed a little more. “Please, Cas? It would mean the world. Can you do it for me?” She ran a hand down his arm gently as she batted her eyelashes. Cas was sure his knees were going to give out on him any second now. He grabbed her hand off of his arm and clasped it tight with both of his hands, tucking the tablet under his arm. “I would do anything for you (y/n).

Cas held up the tablet and stared blankly at it for a while. Dean began to grow impatient. “Well?” Cas cleared his throat as he began an attempt in interpreting. “Uhhhh tree…” he looked around at everyone for a second. When no one responded and continued to stare at him, obviously expecting more information, he looked back to the tablet and continued. “Horse. Fiddler crab. I can’t read it. It wasn’t meant for angels.”

“Alright,” Meg cuts in. “This all sounds bad. What are you two idiots doing with the word of God? Let me see that thing.” She takes a step towards Castiel but is stopped when Dean tells her to back off. “C’mon Dean. It’s my life on the line too.” Cas froze and stared at the ground uncomfortably with wide eyes. “I said. Back. Off. Meg.”

“Dang it enough of this ‘demons are second class citizens’ crap!” Cas suddenly cut in saying “Don’t like conflict” and teleported out of the room, letting the tablet drop to the ground and break into 3 pieces. “What the h*ll was that?” Meg just scoffed and crossed her arms. “You heard him. He doesn’t like conflict.” She flashed a cocky smile causing Dean’s jaw to clench and his hands to ball into fists.

“You know what? We don’t have time for this crap. (y/n), you deal with the tablet, Sam, you do research on how to read this friggin’ thing, and I’ll go talk to Cas.”

“Actually, Dean.” (y/n) cut in making Dean stop at the doorway and look at her. “Maybe I should go with you to talk to Cas. You and him do have a special bond but I have a strong feeling that the little amount of patience you have isn’t going to be enough at the moment.” Sam and Meg chuckled slightly but Dean ignored them. “Ya I guess you’re right. Alright. You come with me. Sam, will you please pick up the… “Word of God”? And do not let that demon get the tablet.” Sam looked at Meg awkwardly and shrugged and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

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After finding Cas in the main room sitting quietly at a table, Dean sat in front of him and tried to talk to him while they played a game of “SORRY!”, requested by the lost angel himself. “Alright, Cas, where can we find this ‘Metatron’ guy? Is he even still alive?”

“I-I’m sorry. I believe you have to go back to start.” (y/n) giggled, earning a glare from the oldest Winchester, making her cover it up with a cough. Dean looked at the board game in front of them on the table where Cas was pointing and begrudgingly moved one of his pieces back to start like instructed. He then proceeded in his attempt to reason with the angel. “Cas, this is important.” Cas once again pointed to the board, signalling that it was now Dean’s turn to pick up a card from the stack that was located in the middle of the board.

Dean angrily picked up a card, read it in his head, threw it down, and moved his piece to where the card told him to. “I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. Do you understand?” (y/n) could tell he was growing angry and very impatient with Cas. She quietly stood against the wall, watching anxiously. “We live in a sorry universe.” Cas held up a card that said ‘SORRY’ on it and continued to explain.

“It is engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from your misfortune?” When he spoke he moved pieces around where they belonged and carried on as if he were simply talking about the weather versus the end of the world as we know it. There was no concern or emotion or feeling in his voice as he talked- whereas Dean and (y/n) held on to every word he said as they listened intently. “But these are the rules. I didn’t make them.”

“You made some of them. When you tried to become God. When you cut that hole in the wall.”

“Dean…” The two sat there looking at each other for a while before Cas continued. “It’s your move.” At this Dean slammed his hand on the board game and swiped it off the table forcefully. “Forget the damn game!” Cas looked down at his lap meekly and (y/n) took this as her que to intervene. “Dean! Woah, woah it’s ok. Calm down.” She put a hand on his arm, soothingly rubbing up and down making Cas stare. His mood quickly changed from shy to jealous as he watched (y/n) comfort Dean instead of him. Dean shook his head and stormed off leaving (y/n) and Cas alone. (y/n) took the seat Dean had previously been sitting in and looked to Cas with desperate eyes. Cas took notice of this and sat up straight with his hands folded on the table, giving her his undivided attention.

“Let's forget the game for one second. Is that ok with you?” Cas cutely looked to the side for a moment as he thought about the answer then nodded his head. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile at him. Although he wasn’t his true self right now she couldn’t help but notice how helpless and adorable he was being. He looked like a lost puppy. “Is there any way at all that you can help us?” Cas sadly shook his head and replied, “I’m sorry (y/n). I really am.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice. “It’s not your fault, Castiel.” He noticed her slumped shoulders and sad expression and thought of ways to try and cheer her up.

“M-Maybe when this whole thing is over with I can take you to a park.” (y/n) laughed making Cas’s cheeks heat up. “The park?”

“Ummm yes? Wait, no. I meant to say the strip club. Or was it the bar?”

“Cas, what are you talking about?” she giggled. “Well, quite some time ago Dean told me that if I liked a girl I should take her out somewhere. That and to wear protection, which is why I bring my angel blade everywhere I go,” Cas stated as a matter of factly and (y/n)’s eyes went wide as she attempted to hold back a laugh. “But it appears to me that I’ve forgotten where exactly I’m supposed to take you.”

“Wait a second. You like me?”

“Duh,” Cas chuckled and snorted as if she had told him a funny joke. “(y/n), I have been very fond of you since the day we met. Over the years you’ve made me feel things that I'm sure no angelic being has ever had the opportunity to experience. At first I was scared I was becoming ill with all the odd sensations in my stomach when you’d laugh or the muscle pains in my cheeks from smiling so much when you’d speak to me or even my face getting hot when you’d accidentally touch my shoulder. But after getting some professional advice from Dean I realized that I am truly in love with you.”

(y/n) had no idea what to say. She couldn’t believe that the angel she had fallen for after all these years had confessed to being in love with her. “Well in that case, maybe you’d like to take me to the ‘Bow Tie Bar’ right down the street here sometime.” Cas looked up, surprised that she accepted his invitation and nodded quickly. He was like a kid in a candy store. “Alright then. It’s a date.” A big smile made its way to Cas’s face along with a red tint to his cheeks. “D-Date. Right. Yes.” (y/n) laughed at his nervous stuttering and they sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. She then watched as his smile slowly faded and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Um, (y/n)?”

“Yes, Castiel?”

“Why exactly does the bar have a bow tie?”

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~ U m b r e l l a A c a d e m y~ FivexReader: “Stakeout” (Part 2)

IMAGINE: After discovering the apocalypse and getting transported back into the present, Five and (y/n) make it their mission to stop the doomsday clock and save not only their family, but the entirety of the world as they know it.

The next day...

Five sat alert in the driver's seat while I sat sideways in the passenger's seat with my legs resting on Five’s. Me and Dolores talked mindlessly, bored out of our minds. But our conversation came to a stop when Five rested his head on the wheel, causing the horn to blow and make him jump in surprise.

“I think he’s drunk.” Dolores stated, causing me to laugh slightly.

“No, I'm not drunk. I’m working.”

“Oh great. Is this about the eye thing?”

Five froze and looked over at her in my lap with a scowl on his face. “Yes it’s about the eye thing! This is the place it was made. Or... will be made.” Dolores just rolled her eyes as Five looked back out the window.

“We just have to wait.”

“Except we've been waiting for hours.” I cut in, making Dolores laugh.

“Ya well when you're on a steak out it tends to take a little longer than usual.”

“Whatever you say.”

After a while of waiting around Luther began to knock on the door. Me and Dolores moved to the back as he opened the door and took our spot in the passenger seat.

Once he was settled in and shut the door he turned around doing a double take at Dolores. He looked from me, to her, then back to me and gave us a tight lipped smile and a slight nod of his head.

“You ok?” He said turning to Five.

“You shouldn’t be- How did you find me?”

“Um...”

I began to laugh, making Five and Luther turn around. Klaus had snuck into the back with me and was hugging Dolores and holding her hand as he talked to her. “Hey baby.”

I cleared my throat and hit his arm with the back of my hand to get his attention. When he finally noticed the two staring at him he said, “Hey, a little privacy guys. We’re really hitting it off back here.”

I couldn’t help but giggle again causing Five to glare at me. I immediately tried to cover it up with a cough as I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck and avoided eye contact.

Five then threw my empty soda can at Klaus, making him screech as he hid behind Dolores. “Get out!” Five yelled frustrated. “You can’t be here! I’m in the middle of something.”

“If that something doesn’t involve you and (y/n) banging in here I am all ears.”

“Oh my god, Klaus. Really?” Luther said, putting his hands in his face.Me and Five just rolled our eyes. Ever since we announced we were dating on the day we went back to the present day Klaus has been making dirty comments about us banging or other things along those lines. “If I start seeing any baby (y/n)’s or baby Number Five’s you kids are in biiiiig trouble.” Is one thing he would always say.

“Any luck finding your one-eyed man?”

“No.”

“What’s he talking about?” Luther asked.

“Does it matter? It’s Klaus. What do you want anyway?”

“There’s a family meeting. We think Grace might have something to do with dad's death. We need you to be there. It’s important.” Five just scoffs. “Important? You have no concept of what’s important.”

“Hey!” Klaus begins. “Have I ever told you about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding? It was SO painful!” He then began laughing as Luther and Five once again rolled their eyes. You’d think they’d be use to this by now.

“Jesus.”

“Oh god.”

“What are you still doing here?” Luther asks.

“I need an excuse to hang out with my family?”

“Well it’s just that we’re trying to have a serious conversation and you're kind of ruining that.”

“Oh so I’m incapable of being serious? Is that what you're saying?”

“Luthers got a point-“ Five starts.

“What?!”

“So get out.” Five said, pointing to the back door.

“I’ll go with you!” I said desperate to be out of that van. Klaus opened the large door and jumped out, holding his hand out to me. Before I could take it I felt a strong hand grip my other wrist.

When I turned around I saw Five looking at me with a look as if to say “be careful.” I just smiled at him and put my hand over his. He eventually let go and watched as me and Klaus made our way to the small convenient store that the van was parked next to, his arm slung over my shoulders.

Five has always been that way. Of course he believed I can take care of myself. I had telepathic powers and was taught how to fight by Diego when I was 10. He just cares for me so much and is always looking out for me. He always knows when to be protective and when to let me handle things myself. Which is what has helped our relationship grow over the years. Trust.

Luther just watched him, noticing that look in his eyes. Love. “You really like her don’t you.” Five snapped out of his trans and looked at Luther with a scowl. He was about to say something snarky, but then the scowl fell from his face as he decided against it.

“Yes. I really do. I’m in love with her.” Luther was astonished. Five had never had feelings for a girl before. Well he’s never had any feelings at all as far as he had known. I mean he always knew him and (y/n) were close, but never THAT close.

“Well I’m very happy for you, Five.”

“Sure.” Five said, giving him a sarcastic smile.

“Welp there goes that moment... What are you two up to?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh yeah? Try me. Last I checked I was still the leader of this family.”

“And last I checked I was still 28 years older than you.”

Luther was silent. He had a point. He shook the thought out of his head and continued to argue with Five about how Five thinks he’s better than everyone when he’s really not.

“I don’t THINK I’m better than you, Number one. I know I am.” Luther just scoffs, so Five continues. “I’ve done unimaginable things. Things you couldn’t even comprehend.”

“Right.”

“Just to get back here and save you all.” Before Luther could reply back, the door to the small store flew open and their attention was on the person at the door. They watched as Klaus ran out with a handful of stuff, yelling “WHOOO!!! THIS ONE'S FOR YOU (Y/N)!!!”

The moment he stepped foot on the concrete, an officer ran out of the door after him, also followed by (y/n) who could barely walk straight due to her laughter.

“Hey b*tches!!” He yelled at Luther and Five as the cop blew his whistle at him. “Hey! Stop! Stop right now!”

After a moment of silence, Five decided to speak up.

“Now I’m starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision.”

Suddenly (y/n) opened the back door of the van, still laughing hard and wiping tears from her eyes. “Jesus, Five. Our brother- He- He’s a maniac!” She laid on her back, her feet barely touching the road as she stared at the ceiling of the van, her tears falling down the sides of her face by her ears. Five just looked at her and smiled as he spoke only half sarcastically, “well I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.”

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It was now nighttime and Luther and Klaus has left to attend the “important” family meeting, leaving (y/n), Dolores, and Five in the van. (y/n) had reclaimed her original position in the passenger seat with Dolores in her lap.

“You know maybe sitting here all day isn’t the best option. We only have 6 days left. Remember?”

“Of course I remember Dolores. You don’t have to remind me all the time.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t think sitting here til we die of boredom is a good idea.”

“Yeah, you got a better idea?” Dolores just looks at me and I shrug. Five scoffs and finished with “ok then.” Then turns back to look out the window. I set Dolores closest to the door as I scoot over towards Five and grab his arm. He looks down at his arm and then up at me. “Five, it’s ok. Dolores is just bored. And if I’m being honest I don’t think she fully understands how important this is.”

Five looks over at Dolores with a smirk and then looks back at me. “Clearly. We have six days until the total destruction of our world. I’m just a little on edge.”

“We are going to find that eye, we are going to stop the apocalypse, and we are going to save our family.” I say as I cup his jaw. He smiles at me and looks down at my lips. I take that as a signal and we lean in, sharing a kiss full of hunger.

We’ve gone all day without kissing, and I can tell Five missed it. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me forward, so I crawl over without breaking the kiss and straddle his lap. His hands roam up and down my body and mine tangle in his soft brown hair.

He licks my bottom lip, asking for an entrance and I immediately accept. After a moment of our tongues swirling around and a few moans here and there, Dolores clears her throat as if to get our attention.

I began to pull away but Five furrows his eyebrows and pulls me back to his lips. Dolores waited a few seconds before clearing her throat again, this time even louder.

Me and Five broke the kiss but our faces stayed inches apart for a few seconds before he slowly turned his head and glared at Dolores. “WHAT is so important that you just HAD to ruin this?”

“Oh my apologies sir but I believe the man you're looking for just came out of that building.” Dolores said sarcastically. Me and Five shared wide-eyed looks and then turned our heads to look at the building. Sure enough the man me, Five, and Klaus pestered yesterday was walking over to a car, handing the driver some papers, then suspiciously going to his own car.

“That’s him.” (y/n) said, slightly out of breath from the kiss. “That’s our guy.”

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~U m b r e l l a A c a d e m y~ FivexReader: “Stakeout” (Part 1)

No ever thought anything like this would ever happen. Everyone assumed the other was content with the lives they were forced to live. Well, everyone except Five. He was very secretive or quiet with his hate for this lifestyle. It started off as a regular day in the Hargreeves residence.

Mother had just finished making breakfast as she rang the bell and all 8 of us raced down the stairs to see who could try and get to their assigned seat first. Of course we couldn’t sit down yet- we had to wait until our father sat down. He would then nod his head, giving us the green light.

Things were going as good as anything can get there. Breakfast was good. The usually smell of eggs and bacon was almost comforting. Until Five decided enough was enough. He slammed his knife into the table, causing the bottom of it to stick straight up.

All of our eyes went wide. Well, everyone’s except mine. I just slouched back in my chair and rolled my eyes. Even 15 year old me was fed up with Five’s shenanigans.

Me and Five were very close. Closer with each other than we were with anyone else in the family. Me, being Number 8, always got picked on for being the last number. But Five would always tell me I had the coolest powers to cheer me up. I had telekinetic powers.

There was this “unspoken thing” between me and Five as Klaus would call it- We were also pretty close with him.

Me and Five liked each other, as more than friends of course. But it was forbidden. It was our fathers rule to “keep it professional” even though we were only kids. That’s one reason why Allison and Luther’s relationship never went anywhere.

The other reason being they were both too shy to admit their feelings. Whereas Five, a person with no filter whatsoever, used to tell me all the time. He told me everything and anything. Five used to slip notes under my door, telling me to meet him after hours.

When everyone was asleep I would open his door to find him waiting for me on his bed, wearing a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, just like the rest of us (Father picked those outfits out as well).

We would lay on our backs side by side on his decent sized mattress and talk about anything that came to mind. Sometimes he would say to me, “I wish we could be together,” as if telling someone you liked them was as simple as telling someone about their day.

But that’s what I liked about him. He was open. Honest. Because we told each other everything, he would always rant to me about how father won’t let him time travel.

So I knew the moment he stood in front of the upright knife with his fist clenched, he was angry about just that.

“Number Five?”

“I have a question.”

Father continued to eat his breakfast as if this were a normal, everyday thing. But it wasn’t. “Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson.” Five rolled his eyes and responded sternly, “I want to time travel.”

“No.”

“But I’m ready! I’ve been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said!” Five then proceeded to teleport from his seat, over to the right side of fathers chair. “See?”

Father sighed and took the fork of eggs away from his mouth as he began to lecture Five. “A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.”

“Well I don’t get it.”

“Hence the reason you're not ready.” Father stated as he took a sip of his grape wine.

Five looked over to me, his angered look immediately going soft. I shook my head, trying to tell him not to go any further. He looked like he was actually considering it, but the moment he looked away, all considerations faded.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Fear isn’t the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable.” Father then threw his utensils onto his plate making them clatter loudly and he faced Five and yelled, “Now I forbid you to talk about this anymore!”

Five gave me one last look, almost like he was apologizing for something, and then ran off, causing all heads to turn.

“Number Five! You haven’t been excused!”

Of course Five didn’t listen. Why would he listen to our so-called father who didn’t even bother to give us real names, only numbers? But maybe he’ll listen to me. Without thinking, or waiting for consent, I got up from my seat and ran after him.

“Number 8!”

After yelling his name over and over again, Five finally turned around, his cheeks red with anger. “Five, where are you going?”

“Away.”

“What do you mean ‘away’? You're just gonna leave everything?” Five didn’t answer.

“You-“ I began to try and speak again but my voice was breaking. I can’t let him see me like this. I cleared my throat and tried again. “You’re just going to leave me?”

Five’s eyes moved from his untied shoelace to my eyes. His gaze softened again and he slowly reached out for my hand.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve this.”

And then it happened. It’s kind of all a blur really. All I remember is him letting go of my hand and the blue light surrounding him.

I desperately reached out to grab his hand but all I could touch was the sleeve of his uniform. And before I knew it, I had time traveled into the future with him. Every building was crumbled and in ruins.

There were occasional fires here and there. After finding all of our family dead, the only evidence we found was an eye that Luther's dead corpse was holding in his hand. We spent 30 years together in that shithole.

At first it was hell. He was mad at me for being there because it “wasn’t safe” and “I should be at home”. I was just trying to stop him from making decisions that he insisted WEREN’T stupid. Look where that got us.

Eventually we met Dolores. She’s the only friend me and Five ever had. Especially when you grow up as a “baby superhero” as Diego would call us. We never went to school, birthday parties, play dates.

We lived a life that was far from normal, so we were very thankful for Dolores. Eventually me and Five made up, started dating even.

43 years later, Five then made an equation to help us time travel back home and even after Dolores told him a million times that his equation was inaccurate he still used it anyway, causing me and him to go back to recent times.... but in our 15 year old bodies.

After reuniting with our family and almost getting murdered by some of Five’s old co-workers, we are now trying to figure out who the eye belongs to so we can try to stop the apocalypse from destroying our world and everyone in it.

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“I knew this was a waste of time. I mean what did I expect her to do? Help us?” (y/n) and Five walked away from Vanya’s apartment complex.

They had tried telling her about the apocalypse and where the couple had been for the past 16 years, thinking she was the only one they could trust, but it was too much information for her to handle. She didn’t even know how to respond to them.

“Well, Five, how did you expect her to respond? Did you think she was going to understand everything immediately? We’ve been gone for the past, what, 16 years? For them at least. For us it was 43.”

“I understand that, but you’d think she would have something to say or questions at least!” (y/n) nodded in agreement. “Let’s just go to the laboratory and find out who this eye belongs to.”

Five nodded as well and grabbed her hand. He then teleported them to the front steps of the laboratory. (y/n) let go of his hand and began to walk up the steps, but he pulled her back and wrapped his hand around hers as he tried to keep his eyes forward and act normal.

Even though every touch, although some small, makes his heart beat 10 times faster and the heat to rise to his cheeks. (y/n) just giggled and kissed his cheek, that soon began to turn a slight shade of pink.

They walked through the doors, hand in hand, with hopeful smiles on their faces.

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“What. An. Idiot.” Five said angrily as he stomped down the steps. (y/n) and Five had attempted to ask the guy for the name of the owner of the eye, but he insisted that he could not give out that information. And when the man looked me up and down, Five got a little violent and they called security.

“Well maybe if you hadn't threatened to ram the guy's head into the wall, we probably would’ve actually gotten somewhere.” (y/n) stayed as she sat on the steps and watched as Five paced back and forth, attempting to think of another plan.

“Wha- i- He was looking at you in a way that no older man should be looking at a 15 year old!” Five shouted pointing toward the doors to the lab. He then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose instead. “Alright. Fine.

Let’s just... go with plan B.”

“Which is....?”

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“You want me to do what?”

“Klaus, please! This is important!” (y/n) said, folding her hands like she’s begging.

“So you want me... to go to this laboratory.... and pretend to be your dad so you can, what, find the name of the person who owns an eyeball that you found in the future?”

Five and (y/n) shared a look and shrugged. “Yes...?” After a moment of silence Klaus finally spoke up. “I’m too sober for this. I am NOT going to do this.”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Klaus said frustratedly as he, Five, and (y/n) walked down the familiar hallways of the laboratory. “You’ll do anything that involves you getting paid, won’t you?” Five snapped. “Hey 20 bucks is a great deal don’t you think?” Klaus turned to (y/n) and she shrugged then nodded her head.

They eventually made it to Mr. Big’s office, which was the same guy Five threatened. “I’m sorry but without the client’s consent, I simply can’t help you.” Five stood up and angrily responded, “Well we can’t get consent if you don’t give us a name.”

“Well that’s not my problem. Sorry now there’s really nothing I can do, so-“ Before the guy could finish, Klaus interrupted. “And what about my consent?”

“Excuse me?” My. Big’s replied confused. “Who gave you permission... to lay your hands... on my children?” He began to fake cry as me and Five looked at each other, and then at Klaus with a confused look. “Wha- I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“I didn’t touch your children!”

“Oh really? Then how did my son get that swollen lip then?” Klaus stands up and faces Five. “He doesn’t have a swollen-“ Klaus brings his arm back and punches Five hard in the mouth. (y/n) gasps, but doesn’t move from her seat, trying her best to play along with whatever it was Klaus was doing.

Five touched his hand to his mouth, looking at the blood on it. He looked like he was going to kill Klaus right then and there. “And as for my daughter!” Klaus began to look at me with his arm pulled back, ready to hit, but before it reached her face (y/n) grabbed his fist and yanked it forward so his face was close to hers and she whispered, “Touch me, and I’ll kick your *ss.” Klaus just smiled and backed away.

“What about your daughter?” Klaus looked at me with a smirk and I began to fake cry. “H-He touched me! He tried to rape me!” Five smirked as well as he wrapped an arm around my waist and Klaus laughed with joy.

“You guys are crazy.”

“You have no idea.” (y/n) replied chuckling slightly. Everyone watched as Klaus picked up a snow globe that was sitting on the man's desk and he read it. “‘Peace on earth.’ That's so sweet.” He then smashed it onto his head causing it to shatter and his head to bleed. I jumped slightly at the noise and Five’s grip on my waist tightened as if to reassure me it’s ok.

“God that hurt.” Klaus groaned. When the guy reached for the phone on his desk and typed in a number, most likely security again, Klaus took it out of his hands and held it up to his ear. “There’s been an assault...” he “cried”, “in Mr. Bigs office and we need security, now. Schnell!” He yelled then threw the phone down and shook his head to try and make the blurry vision go away.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen Grant.”

“I-It’s Lance... actually.”

“In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lot of blood and a distraught little girl, and they’re gonna wonder ‘What the hell happened?’” Five looked me up and down, smirked, then looked over to the man. “And we’re gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us and RAPED our little girl!” Klaus continued to fake cry but it turned into a laugh when he saw the man's terrified expression.

“You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Lance just gave him a weird look but Klaus continued. “Little piece of chicken like you. Oh my god you're gonna get passed around like a......” he tried to think of something to say but couldn’t do he just brushed it off.

“You’re just- you're gonna do great. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Jesus, you’re a real sick bastard.” Lance replies.

Klaus’ face went stone cold as he responded, “Thank you.” And spit a piece of glass from his mouth. (y/n) walks over to his desk and leans down close to his face, to where her slightly unbuttoned uniform shows her cleavage. She reaches her hand past him, resting her arm on his shoulder, as she tries to reach the small drawer behind him to get a lollipop.

She can hear his unsteady breathing which makes her want to throw up, because he’s actually somewhat liking this 15 year old girl seducing him, but also smirk because her plan is working.

Her fingers finally wrap around a lollipop and she whispers with a smile, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” She pulls back, unwraps the lollipop and puts it in her mouth. She then throws the wrapper onto Lance and walks out of the room with a sway of her hips. Five stared at her in awe and Klaus winked at the guy.

Finally, Lance took them to where all of the files are. Five stood in front of the desk, Klaus sat on the other side, facing Lance and all the files, and (y/n) propped her elbows up on the end of the desk, her chin resting on one of her fists as she watched the man as he searched through the drawer.

“That’s strange.”

“What?” Five demands.

“Well, the eye hasn’t been purchased yet.”

“That is strange.” Klaus says standing up and circling Lance to make him nervous.

“This can't be right. It hasn’t even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?” He asks looking up from his files and at Five.

He just shakes his head.

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“Well this is not good.” (y/n) says as the three of them walk back down the steps of the lab. “I was pretty good, though, right? ‘Oh ya? What about my consent bitch?’” Klaus laughed, trying to re-enact the scene from earlier.

“Klaus, it doesn’t matter.”

He just rolls his eyes and responds, “What’s the deal with this eye anyway? Why is it so important to you?”

“Someone out there is going to lose an eye in the next seven days.” (y/n) responds as Five finishes.

“Exactly. They’re gonna bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it.”

Klaus was listening, but didn't really understand what it meant. He didn’t try to understand because he doesn’t really care. He just wants his money.

“Yeah whatever. Hey, can I just get my 20 bucks, like, now?”

“Your 20 bucks?” (y/n) asked as Five rolls his eyes.

“Yeah my 20 bucks.”

“Unbelievable. I give up.” She throws up her arms and walks back to the steps and sits down. She rests her elbows on her knees and her chin rests on one hand while the other hand holds her unfinished lollipop.

“The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?” Five snaps. “Well I’m also quite hungry.” Klaus rubs his stomach then makes a growling noise. “You're useless.” Five shakes his head and walks over to (y/n), sitting next to her and stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Oh come on. You need to lighten up, old man.” Five signs and grabs (y/n)’s free hand, placing their intertwined hands in his lap and gently rubbing her hand with his other. “Hey you know, I’ve just realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!” Klaus laughs as if he’s just discovered a new scientific discovery.

(y/n) and Five just look at him and then continue on with what they’re doing. “All those years by yourself. It’s gotta screw with your head being alone.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had (y/n).” (y/n) smiles a little and stares down at their hands. “Perfect! Well why don’t y’all get together and... we’ll ya know!”

“You know what? Your right Klaus.”

“I-I am?”

“He is?” (y/n) asks, standing up with Klaus. “Of course he’s right. He’s always right. Well, we best be on our way then!” Five grabs (y/n)’s hand and pulls her towards the road, leaving Klaus there with a surprised look on his face. “Hope you don’t mind if we use your bed! Thanks!”

“Wait... what?!” But before Klaus could say anything else Five teleports himself and (y/n) into a taxi. “Wait no! Not my bed! Also I need my 20 bucks!” Klaus yells, running after the car. (y/n) just rolls up the window and waves as Five pulled her into his lap and kisses her jaw, then her neck, then her collar bone, and goes back up.

“Was it true what you said?” (y/n) asked, smirking. “Not entirely.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t say that I’m not horny but....”

“Mhm. And...?”

“And that is NOT the reason why I’m ‘uptight’.” Five says pouting a little. (y/n) just laughed and they continued to kiss. When they were completely out of sight, Klaus ran his hands through his hair.

“Shit.”

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~S u p e r n a t u r a l~ DeanxReader: “Long Time, No See”

Imagine: When Dean and Sam find themselves in a haunted jail, they come face to face with an unexpected twist as they end up getting help from a fellow “prisoner”.

Sam picked up his fork and watched in disgust as the hardened spaghetti noodles fell with a ‘plop’ onto his plate. He looked over to his older brother, Dean, who had a mouth full of the disgusting food. Dean looked at Sam and froze when their eyes met. “What?” He said with a full mouth causing Sam to roll his eyes and continue to play with his “food”.

Dean slurped a noodle and scooted closer to his brother. “Listen, I promise that after this we’ll go scope out the place for anything that has to do with the ghost that’s haunting the jail. K? How does that sound champ?” Dean spoke sarcastically as he patted Sam twice on the shoulder. After a moment of silence Sam looked over at Dean, who was still stuffing his face with the spaghetti. “I can’t believe you actually like this stuff.”

“Ya well jail food is better than no food,” Dean replied, giving an obnoxious smile. Suddenly, a brunette walking past the two brothers ran into another prisoner. “Watch where you're going, jerk,” she mumbled under her breath. “Hey!” the man yelled.

Dean whipped his head around and wiped his mouth on the collar of his orange jumpsuit. He lightly hit Sam with the back of his hand causing Sam to turn around and see what was going on. A tall, longhaired, muscular man was facing the back of the brunette, who was frozen where she was. “That wasn’t very lady-like,” said the man with a smirk as his friends laughed. The girl, or (y/n), slowly turned around shaking her head with an annoyed look.

Dean’s eyes widened, remembering he ran into the beautiful girl before on a hunt. She’s a hunter. They must be going after the same case. (y/n) slowly walked closer to the man with a fake smile and stared at him. She then punched him in the face, making him stumble backwards a little. The big man put a hand on his now bleeding nose as Sam, Dean, and pretty much everyone else in the room gave ‘oohs’ and a few snickers. She smiled and began to walk away.

Dean raised his eyebrows with a small smile, impressed with her actions, and continued to watch in awe. Once the man wiped his nose he puffed his chest out in confidence. “Where you goin, princess? You scared?” (y/n) turned back around and crossed her arms. “Of you tiny?” She said then scoffed and shrugged, shaking her head. “Nah.”

“Well then,” the man chuckled, putting his hands out. “Come on then.” He threw a quick punch, which she swiftly caught before making contact with her face, and twisted it downward. She then punched him in the face with her free hand and caught his other fist, repeating the same action, after he had attempted another punch. Noticing both of her hands were occupied, the big man brought his head back and slammed it into hers making her let go and stubble back before falling to the ground. (y/n) sat there for a moment trying to shake away the blurry vision and black spots that were blocking her sight.

Dean quickly stood up to help her but Sam put an arm over his chest to stop him. He looked from Sam, to the girl, then back to Sam before slowly sitting down. “Good job. You actually got a hit,” (y/n) joked as she stood back up and wiped her bloody nose with the sleeve of her jail clothes. “Ever heard of manners?” The guy said, spitting out blood as the guards finally burst through the doors.

“Ever heard of style?” The man, or Tiny as (y/n) called him, furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed. “We’re all wearing the same thing, doll,” he said as the guards put his large, muscular arms behind his back and handcuffed him. She slowly walked up to him and lifted up a strand of his shoulder length hair. “I wasn’t talking about the outfits,” and the whole cafeteria shouted with hoots and hollers. Some with tears in their eyes and others holding their stomach in laughter.

“Somebody get her already,” an annoyed guard said. (y/n) stood there and watched the big man struggle against the handcuffs as he tried to get out of its hold and attack her again. She then waved and her taunting continued. “Adios, Tiny! Have fun in the slammer!” The guards then finally grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her. As the guards were pulling her away in the opposite direction she made eye contact with Dean and looked at him with a hint of confusion. She’s seen him before but couldn’t quite put her finger on when or where and by the expression on Dean’s face she could tell he felt the same.

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The guards opened the door to the solitary and uncuffed her before pushing her in, causing her to fall to the ground, along with a tray of their nasty food. (y/n) propped herself up on her elbows and glared at the two guys as they shut the door and locked it. “This is the last time we’re putting up with you ya hear me (Last/Name)? Another outburst like that and you’ll be in the slammer,” One of them griped. The girl just rolled her eyes and leaned up against the side wall.

(y/n) watched through the small slit in the door and listened as they locked some other guy up in the cellar across from her. She quickly learned that he was trying to escape the prison. ‘How stupid can you be? Escaping from a jail like this? Did he really believe he was actually gonna be successful in his escape?’ she thought to herself. After a while of sitting around, poking at the gross food, and watching prisoners being escorted in and out of the cells (y/n) became very bored. She hadn’t moved from the spot she was in since the moment she was thrown in “time out” morning. She looked out of the barred window above her to see the starry night sky and the bright, half-crescent moon. Almost immediately after (y/n) returned to her slightly uncomfortable position on the floor against the wall, she felt a cool breeze. She rubbed her arms as the room temperature dropped a good 20 degrees. As she let out a sigh, she noticed visible air escaping her lips and instantly knew what was going on. “Show time,” she mumbled to herself. The lights in her cell then flickered and she stood up and ran to the door, looking out of the small slot.

All of the lights in the hallway were flickering too. “Lucas, right?” (Y/N) nervously asked the man in the cell across from her. “Uh, ya.”

“Ok listen to me pal, I need you to step away from the door and don’t make a sound.” The fat, bald man walked up to the cell door and looked at the lights through the slot in the door, confusion clear on his face. “Why should I listen to you?” He said walking away from the door. After those words were spoken a ghost lady in nurse attire appeared in (Y/N)’s cell. The lady pushed her down and dug her nails into (Y/N)’s chest. (Y/N) yelled out in pain and looked around frantically, trying to find ways to get out of this sticky situation. She suddenly looked over and saw her tray of food.

“Salt,” she thought to herself. She grabbed the salt from the tray, unscrewed it with her free hand and threw some on the ghost. The ghost cried out in pain and disappeared leaving (Y/N) on the floor groaning in pain as she gripped her bloody shirt. The man across the room quickly came to the door again hearing her shouting. “What the h*ll is going on?” He said right before the ghost appeared at his door.

Lucas screamed loudly and fell back on the floor, as she floated through the door and into his cellar. “Hey! Lucas!” (Y/N) yelled, banging on her door in an attempt to attract the ghost to her instead of him. She heard him scream louder as the ghost dug into his chest as well. “Lucas!” (Y/N) yelled louder, standing up the best she could and going to the cell door. “Please no. Please no,” She repeated as she rested her head on the bars in the window slot and began to tear up. Once she heard him fall to the ground and watched as the flickering of the lights came to a stop she knew the ghost was gone. And so was another innocent (ish) person.

(y/n) suddenly heard footsteps. She backed away from the door and sat down against the wall with her head leaning against it. “Hey. Hey!” A deep voice yelled as the footsteps grew louder. Sam and Dean appeared at the cell door and saw the girl with eyes squeezed shut and a bloody hand clutching her injured chest. Dean thought for a second, then backed up to the door behind him. He got a running start and ran into the door, shoulder first, but fell backwards. The loud bang caused (y/n)’s head to shoot up and stare at the metal door. She quickly stood up and stared into Sam's worry filled eyes. Sam looked down at Dean and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Dude. Did you really think you could break down a metal cellar door?” Sam said kinda concerned for his idiot brother. “Why don’t you shut up and help me?” Dean said, groaning and holding his now hurt arm as Sam helped him up. (Y/N), still standing there, suddenly calmed down as she watched the scene in amusement. Dean suddenly saw a small smile tugging at her lips and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He just gave her a toothy smile in response. “Did you see it?” Sam asked. “See what?” She was playing dumb and Sam knew it, rolling his eyes and giving her his famous b*tch face. “We know you're a hunter.”

“Wha-“ she began to protest but Dean cut her off. “Long time no see princess.” The girl just stared at him with a blank expression. “We ran into each other on a vampire hunt last year. Remember? I saved your a*s?”

“Oooh ya right! And you were so caught up in your cocky hero moment that you got trapped and I was forced to come back and save your a*s because you kept crying for my help,” she said, returning a smirk as Dean's face fell slowly. “I wasn’t crying. There was no crying.” Sam chuckled and looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow as if asking if it was true. Dean looked at him and scrunched up his face shaking his head no. “Well anyway, I’m Sam. This is my brother, Dean.”

“I’m (y/n).”

“Well, (y/n), we’re here to help you. We’re chasing this thing too. That’s why we’re here,” Dean said. She nodded her head and watched as they used interesting looking tools to unlock her cellar. Before she joined the two boys who were making their way down the hallway, (y/n) stopped and looked towards the cell in front of her. Her breath hitched as she looked inside, seeing Lucas’ messed up corpse and blood covered cellar. She then felt a hand on her shoulder, looking over and seeing Dean standing close by her side. He could see the guilt in her (eye/color) eyes.

“It’s not your fault,” he said quietly in his attractive deep voice. Dean held out a crumpled napkin for her to use to wipe the blood off of her hands. (y/n) took the napkin from his calloused hands with a grateful smile and wiped off as much blood as she could. After arriving at the Winchester’s cell they instantly began coming up with an escape plan and a plan to stop that ghost.

“So burn the bones?” (Y/N) asked, double checking. Sam nodded his head. “Yep. At the Summerfield Graveyards.”

“Let’s just hope that it’s her bones that we need to burn and not some item she’s attracted to.”

“Alright well, we should hit the hay before the guards catch us all awake.”

“Dean's right. Night (Y/N). Remember. 3 am on the dot. Meet us in the cafeteria,” Sam said with a warm smile. (Y/N) nodded and replied, “Night Sam.” She looked at Dean. “Night Dean.” And with that they separated, (y/n) going to her cell and the brothers staying in theirs.

After arriving in her empty cell, she took off her jacket and set it at the foot of the bed before laying down on top of the sheets. She stared up at the stone ceiling thinking about Sam and Dean. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad with them around. In all honesty she hated hunting alone but now that Sam and Dean we’re here she suddenly felt a sense of hope.

After only a minute or so of staring into space, her eyelids grew heavy and sleep overtook her body. About 4 hours later, her watch alarm rang only loud enough for her to hear, making her slowly wake up and check the time- 2:50 am. She used the lock pick Sam lended her to unlock her door and made her way to their meeting spot. By the time she arrived there it was 3 am and the boys were packed and ready to put their plan into action.

They managed to successfully sneak out to the impala and put all of their belongings away. “We’ve got everything?” Dean whispered. “I think so.” (Y/N) replied quietly, looking at their supplies in the trunk. “Everyone remember the plan?”

“Yep. Find the grave, burn the bones, and kill this son of a b*tch.” Dean replied with a victorious smile on his face. “Alright! Go Wildcats! Ok c’mon gang!” Kendall whispered as she got into the back seat of Baby.

Sam quietly laughed and Dean rolled his eyes playfully even though he thought it was cute. Once all three of them got into the car they heard sirens blare. “All police on deck! Three prisoners escaped I repeat! Three prisoners escaped!”

The three hunters looked at each other eyes wide. “Step on it!” Sam yelled from the passenger seat and Dean stomped on the gas and they were off. Once they arrived at the graveyard It didn’t take long for them to find where she was buried. (Y/N) watched intently as the two boys began to shovel the dirt and dump it into the grass beside them.

As she was sitting there, in front of the grave while the boys were on each side, she heard whispers. She whipped her head around to be met by the nurse lady. She let out a scream as she was knocked off her feet and fell onto her back and into the grave. Once her back made contact with the cold ground, the dirt that the boys had dug up filled up the hole with (Y/N) still in it. “(Y/N)!” Dean yelled, immediately grabbing the shovel.

But before he started digging the dirt out the shovel flew out of his hands. “Sam!” Dean yelled as he pulled out his gun and threw it to him. Sam caught the gun and began shooting the salt rocks at the ghost to buy Dean some time. (Y/N) continued to scream out Dean’s name as she tried her best to dig herself out but failed as her air was running low and the dirt was falling into her mouth.

She could hear all the commotion going on above. She could hear Dean quietly telling her things like, “stay with me” or “please. c’mon” multiple times. Her eyes began to shut and her breathing was slow and uneven. The last thing she saw before she fell into darkness was the moonlight shining on Dean’s figure. The dirt had stopped falling, showing that the hole had been all filled up. Dean dug and dug for what felt like hours until he saw a hand shoot up from the dirt. Dean grabbed it and pulled her up.

He picked her up bridal style and laid her in his lap. “Come on (Y/N)! Wake up!” Dean said sternly, shaking her seeing as she wasn’t conscious anymore. He heard another gunshot and noticed there was no more commotion. He looked over to see Sam looking around. “It’s gone for now,” Sam said once he made eye contact with Dean.

He saw sadness on his face and looked at the girl in his arms. Dean saw his face turn into concern and sorrow. “She’s still breathing. I can help her,” Dean said determinedly. “You burn the bones and I’ll wake her up.” Sam nodded and got the shovel and began to dig as fast as he could.

After a while of Sam digging and Dean shaking (Y/N) she started coughing and slowly waking up. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” Dean yelled, helping her sit up in his lap. He cupped her face and rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. “Hey look at me. Look at me,” Dean repeated as he moved strands of her hair behind her ears. Her vision was blurry and his voice sounded like echos but she could still comprehend what he was saying.

She felt his warm hands pressed against her cheeks. “Done!” Sam said, throwing the shovel down. When (Y/N) looked over to Sam she saw the ghost creeping up behind him. “Sam,” she breathed out. “What’s wrong?” Dean asked, looking into her eyes with concern.

“Sam,” She said once again, pointing to the ghost. Dean followed her drowsy eyes and saw what she was looking at. “Sammy, behind you!” Sam turned around and saw the ghost. He immediately ducked down and grabbed the shovel, swinging it at her. He knew it wouldn’t do anything besides make her disappear for a little bit.

Once she disappeared, like he predicted, he quickly grabbed the “ingredients” he needed and poured them onto the rotting bones. He lit the match and right before the ghost attacked him again he dropped the match into the grave and watched the bones turn to ash. The ghost nurse yelled in pain, then soon disappeared. For good this time.

Sam looked over to see Dean hugging (Y/N) and rocking her back and forth. He ran over to them and Dean let go of her. Sam looked at her with worry on his face. (Y/N) then cracked a smile at Sam causing him to chuckle and sigh in relief. “You really gave me a heart attack.” Sam said, clutching his chest.

“Ya, you scared the sh*t outta me!” Dean said, pretending to be mad. “Awe I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said, sticking out her lip and putting a finger under his chin. He then gave her a look that he gave her the first time they met.

The look he gave her while he was tied up and she was whipping vampire a*s. The look he gave her when she untied him from the pole. A look of love. “I’ll be in the car.” Sam said with a smirk as he walked away. When Sam was gone (Y/N) was the first to speak up after an awkward silence.

“Thanks for digging me out of the grave.”

“I told you I’d save you princess.” He said with a wink. “My hero.” She responded rolling her eyes playfully. They had both noticed that they leaned in until their faces were inches apart. Dean smirked and closed the space in between them and they shared a passionate kiss. (Y/N) immediately kissed back as she wrapped her arms around his neck and re- positioned herself to where she was straddling his lap.

He snaked his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Their tongues swirled together and her fingers ran through his hair. They broke apart quickly when they heard a honk from the impala with Sam in the driver's seat smiling devilishly.

“Hey, only I’m allowed to drive!” Dean yelled. Sam put his arms up in defense and got into the passenger seat. Dean looked back at (Y/N) and saw her biting her lip trying to hold back a smile. “We should probably-“

“Ya good idea.” (Y/N) finished as they stood up and got into the impala. As they were driving to the bunker Sam got an idea. “Hey, (Y/N), maybe you should stick around? Y’know, hunt with me and Dean.” Sam said with a warm smile.

(Y/N) smiled and looked at Dean for a while, then to Sam. “Maybe I will.” A small smile formed on Dean’s lips as he heard her words, thus beginning the crazy journey of the three young hunters.

Hola. So I made this a while ago and decided to fix it up and post it; ngl kinda rushed through the ending cause I was kinda over it but I don't give a f*ck Keesha. EnJoY!

- Kbug :)

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