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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1111

Something a little bit random and silly for my 1111th, just because.

survey by joybucket

List three things you love that start with each letter.

A: Art and most forms of it; anchovies, in most cases; and Angela.

B: Burgers, Beyoncé, and buffets.

E: Escargot, the name Eloise, and elephants.

F: FISH, Friends, and some folk indie.

S: Sleeping, signing off work at the end of my shift, and all kinds of seafood.

T: I’m obsessed with tteokbokki; trying out new food; and table tennis.

Q: I like the quiet time I occasionally give myself; quail eggs, especially in the form of kwek-kwek; and quattro formaggi pizza.

R: Rainbows, the rain, and riding planes.

O: Old movies, the ocean, and Okinawa milk tea.

List a phrase including an adjective, noun, and verb for each letter. Examples: "angry artist anticipating", "rude rascals running", "dirty dogs dancing", or "empty elephants eloping." Have fun!

A: Adorable animals appearing.

F: Fabulous fingers frolicking.

C; Chummy classmates cooking.

S: Suspicious self salivating.

R: Rambunctious raccoon running.

T: Tired turnip tumbling.

Q; Questioning quail quipping.

J: Joyful joggers jamming.

I: Inquisitive igloos imagining.

L: Luxurious lemonade luminescing.

Z: Zesty zebras zoning out.

E: Ethereal eagles embracing.

List three different occupations starting with each letter.

O: Orthodontist, oceanographer, opthalmologist.

E: Engineer, equestrienne, elementary school teacher.

F: Firefighter, flight attendant, farmer.

S: Scientist, singer, seamstress.

T: Talent agent, tricycle driver, tennis player.

I: Illustrator, inspector, IT technician.

E: Economist, editor, electrician.

L: Lawyer, librarian, lifeguard.

A: Accountant, actor, architect.

Y: Yoga instructor, youth pastor, yogurt maker?? if that counts, lol. Otherwise I got nothing else.

List three adjectives that begin with each letter.

A: Affable, abrupt, adequate.

B: Broken, blunt, bleary.

C: Crazy, clear, clingy.

D: Daunting, delirious, dark.

E: Existential, enraged, exemplary.

F: Fantastic, far-flung, flavorful.

G: Ghastly, gentle, gigantic.

H: Harrowing, healthy, hopeful.

I: Intelligent, identical, impervious.

J: Jovial, jaded, joyous.

List three nouns that being with each letter.

K: Kangaroo, keychain, kiwi.

L: Lemonade the album, lemon the fruit, and Liz Lemon.

M: Mall, maple syrup, and mop.

N: Nightingale, nest, napkin.

O: Ogre, olive, orange.

P: Piano, panini, and pizza.

Q: Queen, quill, quilt.

List three verbs that begin with each letter.

R: Running, raking, reliving.

S: Singing, sailing, surfing.

T: Tricking, tossing, teeming.

U: Understanding, urging, unwrapping.

V: Villifying, venerating, vaccinating - get vaccinated, folks.

W: Wandering, washing, wriggling.

X: I don’t know if there are any and I can’t bother to look it up.

Y: Yawning, yelling, yearning.

Z: Zipping, ziplining, zapping.

List three...

girl's names you love: Olivia, Mia, Emma.

boy’s names you love: Mason, Jacob, Lucas.

girl’s names you dislike: Karen, and our local versions of Karen, Marites and Marivic.

boy’s names you dislike: Chad, times three.

things you hate about summer things you hate about winter things you hate about spring things you hate about fall things you love about spring things you love about winter things you love about fall things you love about summer Crossing these out because my Southeast Asian ass can’t relate, but if you do decide to take this survey feel free to un-strikethrough them!

things you miss from your past: Having more freedom to make mistakes; not having to worry about the future; and friends I’ve since lost.

people who have really hurt you in the past: Gabie, my mom, Marielle.

names of people you have had crushes on: Gabie, Andi from 5th grade...and that’s it, really.

names of people you have gone on a date with: Only Gabie. And I guess maybe Mike? Since he asked me to go with him to his ball as his date.

places you've been and would love to go again: Sagada, Jeju, Bali.

places you want to visit before you die: Morocco, Spain, Thailand.

items on your bucket list: See Times Square, live in a condo, plan a solo trip.

health conditions you have: Scoliosis, lactose intolerance, and very possible depression.

health conditions you've had in the past but don't anymore: Dehydration, UTI, and some kind of weird low-platelet-count thing that was just that, and never diagnosed as anything.

things you are allergic to: Possibly some types of grass, and maybe face masks. Idk how to confirm it really; I just know my skin gets irritated around them sometimes.

youtube channels you love to watch: Good Mythical Morning; the KBS YouTube channel mainly for clips of Return of Superman and 2 Days 1 Night; and Binging With Babish.

favorite drinks: Water, coffee, Long Island Iced Tea.

favorite foods: Sushi, chicken wings, pizza.

favorite desserts: Cheesecake, MACARONS, cupcakes.

favorite holidays: The only one I care for and get super excited about is my birthday, if that counts. Christmas is fine, but I only get the excitement for it on the actual day itself.

favorite colors: Pastel pink, white, maroon.

people you would like to meet: Ysa and Bea, my teammates at work. I’ve met them only once before, and I wish we can be allowed to report to the workplace physically soon so that I get to see them more often and strengthen my relationship (both working and personal) with them. I’d also love to be able to chat and chill with Hayley Williams even for just 30 seconds.

people you want to meet in Heaven: I don’t believe in that, but I’d love to have met my great-grandfather on my maternal grandfather’s side. Also, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana.

good names for a dog or cat: Depends on their personality.

reasons why you get up each morning and keep on living: Because I’ve been able to see myself get better, and why stop all the progress?; because I’d want to be able see if the future will get better; and because I’m afraid of what will happen to/who will look out for my dogs if I’m suddenly gone.

For each name, think of three people you know with that name, and list their occupations.

Amanda: I only know one Amanda, and she’s a friend of my ex’s younger sister. She’s only in senior year of high school. I know an Amandine which is close enough I suppose?? and she’s a dentistry student.

Sarah: She’s a media contact and I’m constantly in touch with; she’s the editor-in-chief of a local magazine. I think she’s the only Sarah I know.

Ashley: Also a media contact. I’m not sure about her title, though.

Beth: @bionic-beth is a teacher! :) But I don’t know any Beths in real life, I think.

Katie: Well I know Kate, and I’ll sometimes playfully call her Katie. She works in a government agency and she’s one of their PR people. The HR person who recruited me to come work at my current employer is a Kate, but I have never and have no plans to call her Katie.

Matt: That’s too foreign-sounding a name where I live.

Emily: Don’t know any Emilys, either.

Chris: Media contacts. They run blogs or news sites of their own.

Mike/Michael: The one Mike I know is currently a med student. Not sure if he’s working on the side - I think he is, since I saw him post about a job update on his Facebook a few months ago; but I can no longer remember what he does, or if he’s still doing it.

Jessica: I went to high school with a girl named Jessica but I don’t follow her on social media, so I have no clue what she’s up to now.

Becca/Bekah: Rita’s sister is a Becca. I think she is currently a grad student.

For each name, think of three people you know, and list one adjective to describe each person. (Skip if you don't know anyone with that name.)

Laura

Michelle: Hilarious.

Victoria: Strong.

Tessa: Friendly.

John

Claire: Influential; motherly.

Briana/Brianna: Bitch.

Vanessa

Brittany/Britney, etc.

Allison/Allie/Ally, etc: Kind.

Olivia

Jordan

Jo/Joe: Ambitious; pretty.

Corey/Kori

Sophie: Sweet; quiet.

Mitch/Mitchell: Tall.

Madison/Maddie/Maddi

Out of all the people you know or have met, list three...

redheads: Yeah, you’re not going to find them in most of Asia. West Asia and some parts of East Asia, probably, but definitely not for the rest.

tall people: Jo, Chesca, and Shaun.

people with really curly hair: I know Kleo has naturally curly hair from her Aeta roots, but it’s been straightened for a very long time now. I think Chesca also has curly hair, albeit slightly. There is also Liana.

sets of twins: My sister had two sets of twins in her high school batch, but I can no longer remember their names. I also had an English class with a pair of twins named Ardy and Thirdy.

of the cutest babies you've seen on social media: My workmate’s baby. My friend Jar has a super squishy niece/nephew pair of twins as well.

people you miss: Angela, Kate, my grandpa.

people with beautiful eyes: I can only think of my ex.

people with nice hair: God I have not been around people for so long, I can barely think of anyone for this.

people who are the same height as you: Aya, Hannah, Tina.

own one of the same clothing items as you: Angela since we went to the same high school and have several of the same school shirts; Laurice since we share a college org and we have our own trademark polo shirt; and my brother and I have our own pairs of Nike Cortez shoes.

make you laugh: Andi, Hans, and this girl I had a couple of history classes with, Rose.

List three celebrities who...

are the same height as you: Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are the only ones who are coming to mind. I wouldn’t call AJ a celebrity though.

have the same hair color as you: Mila Kunis, Kelly Rowland, Dita Von Teese.

look like you: Only based on comments I’ve gotten in the past and not because I necessarily claim these for myself, Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and Kakie.

List three....

adjectives to describe you: Timid, stubborn, sensitive.

academic courses you enjoyed: Philippine social history, international relations, anthropology.

words you always forget how to spell: Rhythm, committee, accommodate.

things you wish you were better at: Singing, dancing, drawing.

things you are really good at: Writing, reading people, and knowing the best things to order at most restaurants hahahah.

jobs you'd like to have: Ideally, a lawyer or doctor. But realistically, I’d love to have a leadership position in the PR sphere.

jobs you've considered having: ^ Again, lawyer and doctor. Also a journalist or news anchor, back when I still thought I was passionate about journalism.

jobs you'd hate: Journalist, an LTO clerk, an assistant to an asshole celebrity.

things you miss: Being a student, many parts of the past, and deceased family members.

names your mom considered when naming you: Ariel, Kathleen, Katrina.

things people call you: Robyn, Byn, Bynbyn.

*Bonus*: what is your name? (first and middle)? I always feel like just sharing Robyn.

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carbonitekisses · 4 years

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I’ll Be Coming For Your Love, Okay? (final chapter)

[AN: After season eight I, like many others haha, had massive writer’s block. It’s been a while since I posted (both on AO3 and tumblr). Anyways, I started this story before I had a tumblr so the last chapter of this fic is the only one on here. If a reincarnation/time travel-esque AU interests you, you can read the other five chapters on AO3 :)]

Chapter summary: Willas walks ahead and Sansa hesitates before following suit. Normally Sansa would stop by and chat for a bit with Jeyne at the reception desk but she doesn't want to interrupt. She's ready to walk by and head straight to her office when Jeyne calls out her name in obvious relief.

Frowning for the first time today, Sansa redirects her route. The man Jeyne had been speaking to turns around to face her so quickly it's almost comical.

She would laugh to herself but then she see his face. For a second (or two or three...) Sansa's reality shatters before piecing itself back together into a kaleidoscope of bright colors and pure light.

Also on AO3

Bliss, he thinks, this is pure bliss. Her lips upon my lips, her breath mixing with mine. What need do I have for food or water when she is here? When she kisses me like she remembers?

“Let me never wake.”

“You’re not dreaming, love,” Sansa murmurs, and Jon opens his eyes to something he had resigned himself to never again see on her face. Recognition. Love. Joy.

Could it be true or will he wake to find her gone, her side of the bed empty and cold like it has been for the past year? Jon knows he wouldn't be able to survive if she were to leave him again. One time was one time too many. Each day had been filled with duty and routine until Ghost dragged him to the heart tree two days ago. The world seemed to right itself when he saw her laying on the grass before the heart tree. For the first time in a year Jon felt whole again.

“Are you,” Jon tries to swallow past the hope that chokes him, “are you here? Are you here, back with me?” His hands slowly, shaking, reach to hold her face. “Have you come back to me, dear heart?”

”Yes, yes, yes.” With each affirmation she brings herself closer to him, lifting her dress until she’s able to straddle his thighs. His hands carefully wander to rest on her waist. It's a pleasure like no other to simply have her familiar weight atop him. “I was here—I was always here. It was strange. I felt trapped within what I knew to be my own body. And after the vision with the blinding light, somehow, the other presence was gone. And it was only me.

“I don’t know how I am alive, how I am home. All I know—” She takes his hand and brings it to her lips, kissing the scarred fingertips “—is that I am grateful to be with you once more. It's a blessing, it must be.” His hand remains encased in her soft grasp, resting in the space between them. “After all we have lost the gods owe us this much.”

Her gratitude reminds Jon that it is because of him that she ever left the world of the living. It was my own hands that killed her, he pulls his hand away from hers in self-disgust, I killed her.

"If I hadn't plunged Longclaw through your heart... Forgive me, love." Jon shakes his head in anger. He is greedy asking for forgiveness. He is selfish. "Forgive me, forgive me—"

Sansa cuts him off. "No more. You don't need my forgiveness, Jon. If you hadn’t killed me the world of the living would have ceased to exist. Our family and our people would have fallen."

Jon is inclined to disagree. It must show on his face that he is more than willing to argue because Sansa pulls his face to hers and kisses him wildly, leaving him no air with which to voice his disagreement.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Jon," she repeats once more. Her fingers nimbly unclasp the cloak she made for him so many moons ago. They pause and wander to the jerkin where grey fabric peeks out from underneath. A watery sob leaves her as she takes out the favor she had made for him before he left for war. It is almost weightless, so thin and worn it has become. The direwolves and winter roses haven't lost their color and Sansa looks at it in awe. "You kept it... after all this time."

"Everyday. Not once could I bear to keep it anywhere else but near my heart."

And it's true. The square piece of fabric, lovingly stitched with Sansa's own hand, had been a poor replacement of his wife. Nevertheless, it gave him hope. Hope that perhaps the red priestess was right. That some day Sansa would return to him.

And now she's here in his arms.

Warm. Safe. Alive.

He brings his forehead against hers. Shares the air with her. He has been relieved of an emotional weight he has carried ever since he saw her blood paint the snow. "Never leave me again." He kisses her, drowns in the mere fact that she is here. Here, here, here. The next word comes out strangled and heavy. "Please."

Strong, kind, lovely Sansa Stark presses her smiling lips to the corner of his own. "I love you. As long as you love me—"

"Always." In life and in death. In whatever exists in between and beyond.

"Always is a long time."

"Always is not long enough. Not for us."

The truth. A spark. Firelight catches and dances in her hair. Sansa launches forward and takes him. He gives himself willingly. She undoes the lacing of his jerkin while her hips begin to move in a rhythm that leaves Jon completely in surrender. Any and all thoughts of books, visions, and gods of light flee into the night. “Always,” she whispers, she prays. His love, his wife, dips her head to kiss slightly underneath his jawline, whispering a request along her trail of kisses. He hardens underneath her touch. It's been so long, so very long.

“I’ve missed you, husband. I only ask you to love me... Love me, Jon.”

And so he does.

Sansa's eyelids refuse to lift under the weight of sleep. The last vestiges of a dream cling to her memory. Cold, cold snow... a fire... a man... a name. J-Jo—hmm. Joe? Jonas? Joseph? Her motor skills finally succeed in opening her eyes to the world. It definitely started with a “J”. Joel? I definitely wasn't dreaming about Joffrey. I'm sure of that, at least.

The muscles in her neck strain and her bones creak in protest as she makes to stand up from the couch. Disoriented. That's how she is feeling. Unbalanced, too, if her trembling knees are anything to go by. Last night...what happened last night? If it were the weekend she would chalk it up to a hangover but it's Friday morning and she didn't go out last night.

Sansa picks up a book from off the floor. She turns it around to look at the cover. A man and a woman are embracing underneath a heart tree. She vaguely remembers the book. it feels different... even if I can't remember much of it right now. Did she fall asleep trying to read this? Sansa quickly thumbs through ink-filled pages, trying to recollect something, anything, about it.

"Where did—Oh!" Sansa recoils as her mind registers the time being displayed on her watch. She woke up later than usual, having seemingly forgotten to turn on her alarm last night. An hour. She has an hour to shower, change, and get to work. Pressed for time, she puts the book back into its manila envelope and then into her work bag along with her reading glasses.

She'll work out the mystery book once she gets to her office.

Without wasting any more time Sansa absentmindedly starts her favorite playlist on Spotify. Mornings are better with music.

Take on Me by a-ha starts to play.

Sansa groans.

Here we go again.

The morning sun melts the small crumbs of her dream into oblivion until Sansa forgets that she even dreamed at all.

Things are looking up for Sansa Stark after such a rough morning. And if the air feels cleaner, or time itself feels fresher... Well, Sansa won’t be the one to complain. Although, the time constraint did mean she was unable to make herself her usual cup of coffee. That's one thing I will allow myself to complain about.

Still, good-naturedly, Sansa steps into the brownstone building that is Grand Maester Publishing. It feels good to be here—on time!—as she greets the coworkers she passes with a smile and a hello. The elevator ride to the third floor is full of pleasant chatter with Willas, a fellow editor who just learned that a book he worked on will soon be turned into a feature film.

"How exciting!" The elevator door dings open and they step out and into the lobby. "I'm assuming there will be a reissue with cover art relevant to the film?"

"Most likely; I actually have a meeting today with the author." He checks his watch. Behind him, Sansa sees that Jeyne isn't alone at the reception desk. Though she can only see his back she can tell the man is stressed and agitated. Willas speaks and she looks back at him. "I'll let you know how it goes later, yeah?"

"Please do."

Willas walks ahead and Sansa hesitates before following suit. Normally Sansa would stop by and chat for a bit with Jeyne but she doesn't want to interrupt. She's ready to walk by and head straight to her office when Jeyne calls out her name in obvious relief.

Frowning for the first time today, Sansa redirects her route. The man Jeyne had been speaking to turns around to face her so quickly it's almost comical.

She swallows and tears her eyes away from the man and looks at her friend instead. "Hi, Jeyne. Do you need me?"

Seven save me. I know I'm a romantic but fuck I'm being overdramatic. Goosebumps litter her skin. He's not even that good looking. She tries to discreetly look at him once more. She fails; he was already looking at her. Okay, that's a lie. He's handsome. Beautiful, even. But still. Keep it in your pants, Sansa Stark. Sansa flushes and hopes that whatever Jeyne needs her for is resolved quickly.

Jeyne looks apologetically at the stranger. She gets right to the point. "Sansa, do you have the manila envelope that I dropped off at your office yesterday?"

Oh, so she was the one who delivered this to my office. Well, that's one mystery solved.

"Yes, it's in my bag." She takes it out and keeps a firm grip on it; an oddly possessive feeling washes over her. The man beside her slumps in, what she can only describe as, relief when he sees the envelope. Confused by his reaction she asks Jeyne, "Why?"

The grey-eyed man answers instead, speaking for the first time. His voice reminds her of smoke and dark chocolate. "That envelope, it's mine."

Sansa stands there dumbly, speechless. Wait. What?

"I am so sorry for the mixup." Jeyne's hands are twining and twisting around each other. Her friend and coworker is such a gentle and caring person. She loathes causing problems or inconveniences for others. "I thought the envelope was addressed to Sansa. It was an honest mistake, I swear."

Apparently her distress is evident enough that even the owner of the book notices. His face softens, the stress that furrowed his brow dissipates, and he offers Jeyne an awkward, comforting smile, "I'm sorry for worrying you so much." He turns to look at Sansa. "Honestly, it's my fault. If I hadn't been in such a hurry and written Sam's name more legibly this wouldn't have happened."

At this remark, Sansa looks down at the scrawl on the envelope. Hm. Everything after the S is messy. If she scrutinizes the writing she can kind of make out the name. "Sam Tarly? The literary agent? That's who this was meant for?"

"The one and only," he says with a grin that speaks of pride. "I'm to meet with him later to discuss the book."

The book isn't hers. It wasn't meant for her. She has no right to it. And still, it feels wrong to let it go. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But return it she must.

Just then a woman comes up to the receptionist's desk, and Jeyne whispers an apology before turning away from them to attend to the woman. She and the man with the handsome voice move away to let Jeyne work.

Her arm is stiff as she finally hands over the book to its rightful owner.

Their fingers touch briefly and Sansa nearly drops the envelope. Ridiculous. Utterly RIDICULOUS. Be cool, woman! He doesn't seem to notice but the genuinely happy smile he grants her throws her into a tizzy again. Who does this man think he is, affecting her in such a way?

"I'm being all sorts of rude today, I never even introduced myself." He holds out a hand. It hangs, waiting in the space between them. "I'm Jon Snow."

Cautiously, she places her hand in his. She knows it's ludicrous but if she had to describe his touch she would describe it as warm, safe, and alive.

"Nice to meet you, Jon Snow." His name tastes sweet and rich. "I'm Sansa Stark."

He smiles again, "Sansa Stark." She thinks he makes her name sound sweet and rich, too. "A pretty name." He grimaces and his ears turn red. "I didn't mean—uh, I'm sorry. It is a nice name. I just—" He's flustered and it's a new side to him she hasn't seen yet. It's endearing, really. He may look broody and mysterious but it's almost comforting to know this stranger, Jon, can be just as awkward as she is.

She can feel herself blushing but pays it no mind. It's a compliment no one has given her before but Sansa likes it. Her name, an old family name, is pretty and it's time someone said so. The corners of her lips upturn into a pleased smile. "Thank you, Jon Snow."

They stand there for a moment just smiling at each other.

There's something here and maybe it is a bit ridiculous to fancy a connection between them but Sansa feels brave.

What if he's not interested in me in that way? What if he already has a girlfriend? What if— No. I'm done with what-ifs. Put on your big girl pants, Sansa. You have to put yourself out there if you want something in life. And if he's already in a relationship, well, one can never have too many friends.

Sansa shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "You said you had a meeting with Sam?"

He clears his throat and promptly answers, "Aye, some time around one. He's not coming in to work until after lunch hours."

"I know this is quite sudden but would you be free to discuss the book with me beforehand? My schedule is clear today and I'm just really interested in the book and would like to learn more about it. I didn't get a chance to read it last night but there's just something about the book itself that really spoke to me." I'm rambling. Sansa cringes internally. It's true that I'm curious about the novel but out of all the times to word vomit... "You don't have to if you don't want to!"

Jon looks surprised at her request. In the couple seconds it takes him to respond Sansa wishes the ground would swallow her whole. It only gets worse when she notices that Jeyne has been supervising their interaction with nothing more than a raised eyebrow.

Surprised he might have been but he answers her with a grin that wrinkles the corner of his grey eyes. "I'd love to."

Jon didn't expect his Friday morning to be like this. Especially not after the anxiety and worry he had felt last night. Nonetheless, he increasingly finds himself grateful for whatever choices or divine power led him here. Here with the increasingly wonderful Sansa Stark.

They've been talking for hours.

She's an editor and has been working with the publishing house for almost five years. Yes, she's from that Stark family but she's not pretentious or snobby at all. That isn't to say that her impeccable manners and obvious upperclass rearing don't intimidate him, if just a little. He's not unaware of the ways of the great houses of Westeros (he may be a bastard but he's a Targaryen bastard) and he can tell there is genuine warmth and interest when she speaks to him.

"I still can't believe you found this at an estate sale and you were practically gifted it by the owner," Sansa's voice is a near whisper and filled with incredulity.

Incredulity has been a latent feeling during their conversation and it all began when they read two names within the book.

They had started off sitting opposite each other at her desk but had quickly transferred to the moderately sized loveseat in her office. It was easier to look over and study the book together this way. It was also easier for Jon to talk to and infatuate himself with the smart redhead sitting next to him.

They're currently reading the last legible section in the book. The writer's husband seems to be on his deathbed and she writes about how she feels her soul will not wait long to be reunited with him once more. Jon has read the book before but he feels as if he is truly reading it for the first time with Sansa, at moments, reading it aloud. He also can't shake the strange feeling that perhaps he had never actually read the book. But that would be unfathomable. Why would he not read a book with words in it?

"Neither can I. If I'm not mistaken this could have been written centuries ago." It's a theory that he has no way to prove (yet) but is uncharacteristically confident in. Sam's expertise will be immeasurable and doubt-breaking. Sansa hands the book back to him, slowly and gently. "Sam's the expert on historical writings so hopefully he'll help me understand just who wrote this. When he worked at the history museum with me he was the one to go to about these sorts of things," Jon fondly remembers how his friend's work docket never seemed to empty. "Even though there were more than ten people in his department."

"I've worked with Sam before—he always finds amazing stories and authors—I'm sure you couldn't find anyone better to help you figure this out." She pauses and uncrosses her legs. "Now, I'm no historian but I am an editor and..." Her eyes land on the book currently being held in his hands. "I think this might be semi-autobiographical. Maybe, quite possibly, written as a diary or a journal. The tone and style is extremely intimate." She hesitates before speaking again and he notices vulnerability bleed into her voice. "The sections that are still legible remind me of how I write in my own."

Years of being extremely socially self-conscious helped him notice how quickly Sansa seemed to regret voicing a personal detail. If he hadn't been looking at her so attentively (she has gorgeous eyes) he wouldn't have noticed it, so adept was she in calming her features. Not wanting to make her feel that her implied trust was misplaced he hummed in gratitude for her professional and personal input. "Huh, that is actually very helpful. It would explain why there seems to be such a lack of details. If this were a diary, written for personal use, it stands to reason the writer wouldn't need to explain things like a commercial writer would." Sansa shows teeth when she smiles. Really smiles. It's warm. He likes it. "Although, it is a bit odd don't you think?"

Coincidence. The word is too small. A word with bigger significance is in order. Fabricated? No, sounds too cold. The editor, with sensibly attractive black heels, blushes and opens her mouth to speak but seems to be in the same predicament as him. Preordained? Now that... sounds almost like destiny. Almost too big.

A crisp, bitingly endearing laugh. "I wasn't sure whether to mention it." It is something Jon has noticed about Sansa. She does not seem to like causing discomfort—be it real or imagined. It is easy to think everyone has this trait. However, Jon's experience with people from all walks of life has proven that to not be the case. "But yes, it's odd. Maybe weird?" She says this like a question they both know the answer to. They do. And Jon laughs. "Okay, definitely weird. I mean, what are the chances that there is both a Sansa and a Jon in the book?"

Almost.

It's probably the strangeness of the situation that made them avoid call the writer by her name. Or to call the husband by his. Because if Jon's theory, and Sansa's hunch, are proven right then that means there existed a Sansa and Jon before them. A Sansa and Jon whose love and life filled countless pages with words handwritten by a woman who thought them worthy of ink and time. Though many of the words have faded or been damaged they still tug at his heart. And Jon would bet it does the same for Sansa.

I feel bubbly, Jon thinks. Bubbly like the feeling of a fizzy drink in his mouth. Like an adventure about to start. Like a newly discovered military artifact that he can't wait to analyze and date. To be frank, Jon has never described anything as bubbly. Yet something about Sansa makes him think it the most appropriate. As a true pessimist, doubt and caution in the name of self-preservation make him lean back a bit from her. He hadn't noticed how close they had gotten. Way to over-exaggerate a moment, bud. She could be in a relationship for all I know.

His pocket vibrates. Sansa had pulled away as well and briefly glances down to the source of the noise. "I take it that's Sam?"

"Probably." Jon pulls his phone out. "Aye, it's him. Says he just arrived at his office."

It's time for him to leave. Sam is here in the building and he should leave before he gets too invested in what could only stay as a pleasant meeting between strangers.

He gets up and picks up his jacket. The book weighs heavy in his hand.

Sansa stands up and smooths down her skirt as she does so. He hadn't noticed but the skirt has pockets that she now puts her hands into. "Tell him I say hello. It's been a while since we bumped into each other." She tucks her hair behind her earring studded ear. "Feel free to let me know what ends up happening with the book."

Is this...hm. If Jon weren't so jaded by the punches of life he would interpret this as an opening to ask for her number. He wants to but a pit of fear gurgles inside him. Rejection. Better to keep my heart safe. Sansa seems like the kind of woman that would ruin him for any other. In all the best worst ways possible.

"Will do." I won't. "It was a true pleasure meeting and spending time with you, Sansa Stark." Was that too formal? Yeah, it was. Goddammit.

"The pleasure was all mine, Jon Snow."

They shake hands one last time and Jon leaves.

Shit.

He immediately walks right back into the warmth of her sunlit office.

It's worth taking a risk. A little bit of optimism never hurt anyone. Sansa hadn't moved but her head snaps up at the sound of his entrance. She's surprised and he's clearly caught her unaware. Her lips part and she takes a step back, bumping into the armrest of the loveseat. Okay, too late to back out now.

"I just realized we didn't exchange business cards." He tries to act cool but is hindered by the struggle of digging through his wallet for a card. "Here, it has both my cell and work numbers. And email." She can read, idiot. Way to point out the obvious.

Sansa takes it. She studies it for a bit and Jon knows he visibly relaxes when she meets his eyes with a smile. She turns on her heels and grabs her own card from a clear business card holder sitting on the edge of her desk.

"Here. Mine also has both my cell and work numbers." Her eyes are glittering with what he can confidently describe as mischief. "And email."

The card design is elegant and sleek. And sure enough her cell number is on there.

"Thanks. I'll.. text you, after I meet with Sam." Might as well go all the way. "Or if you're free after work we could go get coffee? A drink? Let you know what Sam could figure out."

"I'd like that!" She uncrosses her arms and stands leans her weight to the left. "And, yes, I'm free tonight."

"Well, guess I'll see you later, Sansa Stark."

"Sansa." She rolls her eyes, minutely, in good humor. "Just Sansa."

"I'll see you later, Sansa."

"See you later, Jon."

Jon waves at her and leaves; he's kept Sam waiting long enough. He's practically jogging to Sam's office. People are moving out of the way and giving him odd looks. It's probably because he's grinning so wide he must look manic. Jon doesn't know what the future may bring but he knows that Sansa is someone worth knowing and learning more of. Simply stated, he likes her. Something about her calls out to him. It's beyond physical attraction. It's... it's something he caught glimpses of when she smiled, when she fidgeted with the ring on her middle finger, when her hair reflected the sunlight coming in from her large office window.

Jon doesn't even have both feet in Sam's office before his friend says, "What happened? Why are you smiling like that?"

"Nothing." It's an obvious lie. His lips stretch more and it hurts. But he can't stop smiling. "Ready to solve this mystery?"

#season eight of GoT really did a number on me lol #jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsafic #myfic #actually jonsa #i'll be coming for your love okay?

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Dean Winchester Imagines Pt. 1

Reassuring Mark of Cain!Dean.

Date with Dean, resulting in a jealous Jo.

Alpha/Teacher!Dean and Omega/Student!Reader.

Dean being turned into a woman.

Dean masking his feelings for vamp!Reader with fake hate.

Dean masking his feelings for vamp!Reader with fake hate. (Part 2)

Teen!Dean and Teen!Reader cuddling at the roof while watching the sunset.

Reader flirting with a guy and Dean getting jealous.

Teen!Dean and Teen!Reader dated during high school and you got pregnant. Only for Dean to find out ten years later.

Dean comforts self conscious Reader, ending up confessing his feelings.

Teen!Reader being comforted by, boyfriend, current age!Dean.

A waitress insulting plus size!Reader and Dean defending you.

Not believing Sam when he reveals you Dean’s feelings for you.

Dressing up as a sexy librarian to get back at Dean for teasing you for reading a lot.

Becoming a demon when Dean became one and hunting down Sam.

Dean being jealous of your crush on Patrick Stump.

Dean falling in love with you while being with Lisa.

Teaching Dean how to slow dance.

Dean giving you a piggyback.

Dean comes just in time to save you, his fiancee, from burning on the ceiling.

Dean gets a video from your phone while on a hunt only to see you, his wife, being tortured.

Hipster, teen, Dean with many tattoos.

You sing Good Enough, by Evanescence, to Dean at your wedding day.

Imagine waking up after an accident and coming face to face with Dean, your favorite Supernatural character, and according to him boyfriend of years.

You are a princess and fall in love with your father’s knight, Dean Winchester, even though you are forbidden to.

You babysit your neighbor’s, and best friend, Dean Winchester’s child while he is out on dates while trying to hide how hurt you are by it because you have feelings for him.

Dean fantasizing about you and your lips when you bite them in front of him.

Imagine Dean having to choose between shooting Yellow Eyes possessing you or letting him go and lose your daughter.

Imagine Dean being a famous artist and you are his model.

Imagine you having The Mark of Cain instead of Dean.

Imagine Dean losing his sight at a hunt and realizing he was all this time in love with you.

Imagine being an aspiring writer and Dean is the editor of your future book. He may be more interested in you than the the book, though.

Imagine being a dancer at the Dancing with the stars and Dean is jealous of the dances you do with guys.

Imagine being partners in crime with Dean.

Imagine being partners in dance class with Dean.

Imagine Dean having to give up you and your daughter, erasing your memories, to save you. (Part 1)

Imagine Dean seeing you and your daughter after years, and you having gained your memories, but lots of things have changed. For the worse for him.(Part 2)

Imagine Dean telling you what the Darkness told him and you feeling conscious about yourself and your relationship.

Imagine being Italian and extroverted and going at a bar and getting hit on which makes Dean jealous.

Imagine Dean catching you reading fanfiction about you and him.

Imagine losing your memory because of an injury at a hunt and Dean being heartbroken because he has feelings for you.

Imagine having an operation and Dean being there for you all the time.

Imagine being biracial and giving birth to yours and Dean’s child.

Imagine Dean finding out you are Lucifer’s daughter.

Imagine being Dean’s wife and having to be the one to hold back your crying daughter as she asks for him when he’s away on hunts.

Imagine being sent in the 1950 with Dean and having to dress up accordingly so that you fit in till you leave.

Imagine being a demon and falling in love with Dean. He, after a year, finds out and you try to convince him you mean no harm.

Imagine every person having a unique tattoo that matches that of their soulmates. Yours is similar to Dean but you two act like you hate each other. Only for you one day to meet a guy that has a similar tattoo as yours. The result is Dean getting worried that he’s going to lose you.

Imagine finally meeting the man you’d been having dreams about ever since you were young and fell in love with, Dean Winchester. Your soulmate.

Imagine being with the Winchesters ever since the beginning. You suddenly go missing only to return much later with Benny. Though Dean is more relieved to see you safe.

Imagine accidentally killing Lisa but later making a deal to bring her back. Dean was in the beginning furious with you but then feels guilty and devastated because he lost you.

Imagine accidentally killing Lisa and Dean being furious with you. You later sell your soul to save her and the brothers find you being ripped apart by hellhounds and they are devastated. (Part 2)

Imagine accidentally killing Lisa but later making a deal to bring her back. Dean was in the beginning furious with you but then feels guilty and devastated because he lost you. (Part 3)

Imagine accidentally killing Lisa but later making a deal to bring her back. Dean was in the beginning furious with you but then feels guilty and devastated because he lost you. (Part 4)

Imagine Dean showing up 6 years after you two spent a night together, only to find you pregnant with his child. ( Part 1 )

Imagine Dean showing up 6 years after you two spent a night together, only to find you pregnant with his child. ( Part 2)

Imagine being a sweet and innocent angel and dating Dean. Unknown to you are your older brother’s, Castiel’s, threats to Dean.

Imagine being best friends with Dean but having deep feelings for each other. When one day he comes back to the bunker to find you almost dead, he looses it.

Imagine loosing your mother to cancer and Dean comforting you about it.

Imagine Dean buying your daughter a puppy for Christmas.

Imagine Dean taking pictures of your growing baby bump.

Imagine having your first fight with Dean and storming off without telling anybody, only for him to be really worried.

Imagine Dean, your best friend and crush, pretending to be your boyfriend for your sister’s wedding.

Imagine the Winchesters hunting you, Harley Quinn (as is your job name), but you cannot help but take a liking to the older Winchester. Shamelessly flirting with him. Only for him to feel the same in the end.

Imagine being on a plane with Dean and him freaking out and you comfort him with kisses and soft touches.

Imagine your and Dean’s twin babies getting sick and him wanting Castiel to heal them but you don’t, insisting they should build up defences.

Imagine dying because of hunt gone wrong and Dean singing to you ‘Hey Jude’ while he holds you in his arms.

Imagine catching Dean reading fanfiction about the two of you.

Imagine trying to study but Dean won’t let you because he has other things in mind.

Imagine Dean Wincheter being your boss and flirting with you because he has feelings for you.

Imagine Dean being jealous of your crush on Tony Stark.

Imagine trying to write fanfiction but Dean won’t stop barging in and asking questions.

Imagine Dean teaching you how to shoot.

Imagine being in a relationship with young Dean and him thinking of running away from the life with you.

Imagine going to see your favorite rockstar Dean Winchester live and he can’t stop staring at you while singing.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with your boss, Dean Winchester.

Imagine Dean picking you up from work, only to find out your boss is an asshole.

Imagine going skinny dipping and Dean seeing you.

Imagine Dean asking you to take a shower with him every time after a difficult hunt.

Imagine Dean being in love with you but denying it because he wants you to live your life.

Imagine being Amara’s sister and Dean’s true soulmate.

Imagine having to hide in a small place with Dean and it suddenly getting very uncomfortable.

Imagine Dean’s reply when Sam asks him what you’re doing sleeping inside the Impala sleeping half naked while they’re washing it.

Imagine surprising Dean with the best gift on his birthday.

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk, only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 1)

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk, only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 2)

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk, only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 3)

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk, only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 4)

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk. Only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 5)

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk. Only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 6)

Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk. Only for him to say things he really shouldn’t. (Part 7)

Dean doing everything to protect you when he finds out you’d been taken by demons.

Imagine Dean throwing his jacket over you as a blanket when you’re sleeping on the backseat of the Impala

Imagine demon Dean kidnapping you because he wants you all to his own.

Imagine demon Dean kidnapping you because he wants you all to his own.(Part 2)

Imagine living in a world where everybody has soulmates and you don’t know untill their last words, before they die, are marked on your skin. Yours is Dean Winchester and when everything is revealed it’s too late.

Imagine being a cop and interogating Dean when he gets arrested, only for him to not stop flirting with you.

Imagine Dean not being able to sleep after you left him.

Imagine Dean accidentally revealing you two had been dating during a dinner.

Imagine Dean seeing you in his clothes and realizing how he actually is in love with you.

Imagine the look on Dean’s face when you tell him the bed broke after you two had sex on it.

Imagine Dean meeting you and falling in love with you. Only problem is he is with Lisa as he promised to Sam before he died.

Imagine demon Dean being your soulmate.

Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.

Imagine Dean, your best friend, realizing you’d been in love with him all along. Something he’d been hiding for long as well.

Imagine being Sam’s old friend and they need your help during a hunt. Only for Dean to immediately start hitting on you when he meets you.

Imagine the Qareen appearing to Dean with your form because it is you his heart truly desires.

Imagine being in love with Dean but he has no idea, so he keeps bringing other girls over. Not knowing how he’s hurting you.

Imagine having feelings for your teacher, Dean Winchester.

Imagine being in high school and getting pregnant and your friends treating you differently. Dean, the father of the baby, comforts you.

Imagine knowing Dean has feelings for you but still flirting with the bartender to make him jealous.

Imagine possessed Sam lying to you that Dean doesn’t have feelings for you like you do for him.

Imagine trying for another kid with Dean, who wants a boy, but it ends up being a girl. You’re afraid he’ll be sad but he’s not at all.

Imagine demon Dean being ordered to kill you because you are a half angel and half demon but he doesn’t because he has developed feelings for you.

Imagine Sam comforting you because you are pregnant with Dean’s child and you’re scared he won’t want it. However he overhears you and thinks the kid is Sam’s.

Imagine getting turned into a werewolf and Dean asking you to turn him to so that you can be together.

Imagine demon Dean chasing you and Sam around the bunker.

Imagine Sam fnding a pregnancy test box and telling Dean, your boyfriend, who freaks out because they think you are pregnant. In the end he gets sad when he finds out you’re not.

Imagine the last thing you say before you die is ‘I love you’ to Dean who was your best friend but you had feelings for.

Imagine Dean wanting to see you as soon as he wakes up in the hospital.

Imagine Dean thinking about you whenever someone mentions the people they are in love with, even if you are just friends.

Imagine joining the army and Dean being your captain that acts like a jackass sometimes, although he actually cares.

Imagine Dean not wanting Amara to meet you because he is afraid she will do something to you, because of the feelings he has for you.

Imagine demon Dean coming to see you when you are asleep because he still has feelings for you, like when he was human.

Imagine Dean trying to be cool around you to impress you but failing miserably at it.

Imagine meeting Dean at a bar and hooking up, although you both want to know each other more. Only you find out the next day that he is your new teacher.

Imagine meeting Dean at a bar and hooking up, although you both want to know each other more. Only you find out the next day that he is your new teacher. (Part 2)

Imagine Dean moaning your name while with another woman, without even realizing it.

Imagine getting injured during a hunt and Dean getting worried for your life.

Imagine Dean wanting you to play with him all the time when he swaps minds with a dog.

Imagine Dean refusing to leave your side when you get infected by the fog.

Imagine dying temporarily because you got infected and Dean loses it, unable to pull himself together.

Imagine Casifer visiting you on the bunker because he wants to talk to you and spilling Dean’s feelings for you.

Imagine Dean being jealous over your crush on Chris Evans.

Imagine demon Dean often talking about you in his sleep even when he is with other women.

Imagine Sam wanting to comfort Dean about the Darkness by mentioning you and saying this…

Imagine Chuck telling Dean that he knows about his feelings and dreams for you.

Imagine Chuck revealing to Dean who never stopped loving you that you are not dead like they thought. (Part 1)

Imagine Chuck revealing to Dean who never stopped loving you that you are not dead like they thought. (Part 2)

Imagine Dean realizing that Amara can’t control him when you are in the same room because his love for you far surpasses everything else.

Imagine Casifer flirting with you while he stays at the bunker, making Dean jealous.

Imagine Dean confessing to Mary that he is in love with you.

Imagine bidding Dean goodbye before he goes to face Amara.

Imagine Dean being in the military and you give him a hickey.

Imagine Dean being in the military and you give him a hickey. (Part 2)

Imagine having a crush on Dean and him being turned into a teen and getting really flustered around you.

Imagine having a crush on Dean and him being turned into a teen and getting really flustered around you.(Part 2)

Imagine Dean having feelings for you but trying to not let it show.

Imagine Dean having feelings for you but trying to not let it show. (Part 2)

Imagine Dean begging you not to leave him, because he’s in love with you.

Imagine bringing your boyfriend for the Winchesters to meet and Dean not approving because he is jealous.

Imagine Dean getting jealous when a policeman hits on you during a case because he secretly likes you.

Imagine Dean meeting you in one of the cases and Sam pointing out to him how he developed feelings for you without knowing it.

Imagine falling in love with Dean, one of your father’s knights, and him fighting to win your hand because he feels the same.

Imagine Dean being turned on by you dressing up as a princess and he being your knight.

Imagine Dean being jealous of your crush on Bucky.

Imagine having a miscarriage and Sam trying to comfort you and Dean, the father of the child.

Imagine being turned on by Dean in a leather jacket.

Imagine taking Dean to the dentist. The result is something you would never expect.

Imagine your father’s two loyal knights competing for your, the princess’s, heart.

Imagine Dr Strange sending you into the Supernatural universe where you meet Dean.

Imagine your gift to Dean for Christmas being a pair of baby shoes.

Imagine Dean being jealous of how close you are with Stefan.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with one of your father’s knights and being torn when they tell you are going to marry another man. (Part 1)

Imagine your father’s two loyal knights competing for your, the princess’s, heart. (Part 2)

You are Sam and Dean’s teen sister and you get drunk at a party.

You are Dean’s 18-year-old daughter and think that he does not care about you. Only for him to prove you wrong.

Imagine introducing your half-siblings Oliver and Thea Queen to your half-brothers Sam and Dean.

Imagine being partners with Dean and Sam and being sent in a universe where they are proud members of the ghostfacers.

Imagine being Sam’s and Dean’s 10-year-old sister and being really smart so you can help them on hunts.

Imagine your brother’s Sam and Dean surprising you on your birthday.

Imagine spending some quality time with your brothers, Sam and Dean.

Imagine being the Winchesters’ sister and going on a hunt in secret, only to find them there too.

Imagine being Dean and Sam’s little sister and Amara bringing you back instead of Mary.

Imagine visiting Jurassic World with Dean and Sam and meeting Owen Grady who flirts with you instantly. Making Dean jealous, of course.

You work at Jurassic world and Dean and Sam come to visit the place. Dean starts instantly flirting with you which causes Owen to be jealous.

You work at Jurassic world and Dean and Sam come to visit the place. Dean starts instantly flirting with you which causes Owen to be jealous. (Part 2)

Imagine when the Winchesters hug they pull you in without a thought, giving you the chance to make an important announcement. Just like Dean does.

Imagine Dean being jealous when you have a date and failing in hiding it.

Imagine Dean bonding with your daughter who has a soft spot for him and not missing a chance to flirt with you.

Imagine sharing a bed with Dean and changing while you think he’s sleeping but he’s really just watching you.

Imagine Dean watching you take care of a baby and realizing he wants to have a family with you when it’s all over.

Imagine being a cop and sent in another mission to arrest Dean again who you are secretly dating.

Imagine being roommates with Dean since you were in college and now sharing a house.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester. (Part 1)

Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester. (Part 2)

Imagine being in a relationship with your teacher Dean Winchester.

Imagine being a maid and the prince, Dean Winchester, falling in love with you.

Imagine Dean having feelings for you and flirting but you are completely oblivious to it.

Imagine Dean not missing a beat to tag along, when he finds out Cas will meet you, because he has feelings for you but you have no idea.

Imagine Castiel helping you put the baby crib together becaue your boyfriend, Dean, is away trying to find a ring to propose.

Imagine Dean confessing to you how he feels after almost losing you in a hunt, even if he thinks he’s unworthy of you.

Imagine Dean, your best friend, getting in a fight for you because he actually is in love with you.

Imagine Dean admitting his favorite look on you is when you wake up.

Imagine lifeguard Dean saving you from drowning.

Imagine opening the door to find Jared and Jensen on your door posing as FBI agents. Only it isn’t actually them.

Imagine doctor Dean Winchester flirting with you while coming to check up on you on the hospital.

Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous. (Part 1)

Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous. (Part 2)

Imagine Dean trying to find excuses to spend more time with you because he is scared to confess that he has feelings for you.

Imagine Dean having feelings for you and not approving of your boyfriend because he is jealous.

Imagine Dean meeting your parents while you spend the weekend in your old home and realizing he wants to have a family with you.

Imagine Jack spilling to you what Dean thinks, and practically feels, of you when he reads his mind.

Having a talk with Team Free Will’s female versions.

Dean, Sam and Castiel as dogs in our universe.

Imagine being a single, pregnant mom and Dean wants to be the father of your child because he’s been in love with you for years and wants to have a family with you.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip. (Part 1)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, implying there are more things he can to you than the boy you had over a few days ago. And going into detail. (Part 2)

Imagine changing in your room while your neighbor, Dean Winchester, is watching from his own window. (Part 3)

Imagine going for a swim in a bikini to tease your neighbor, Dean Winchester, who has been doing the same all day. (Part 4)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, suggesting all the things he can do to you in return to you implying the things you want him to do when your parents are gone. (Part 5)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teasing you with his scruff and lips when he knows you fantasize about him and in return you show him how dirty you can and have been for him. (Part 6)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous to see you with another man in a bar and shows him who you belong to and you who can please you the right way, giving you what you really need. (Part 7)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teasing and punishing you against the Impala and in return you let him know about your kinks and what you fantasize with him. (Part 8)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teasing you under the table during dinner with your parents and in return you make dirty suggestions and offers to him. (Part 9)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teaching you how to drive the Impala but you won’t stop teasing him with both implications and touches. (Part 10)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, taking you on top of the Impala’s hood after lots of teasing and being your first. (Part 11)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, catches a cold and you take care of him while teasing the hell out of him by wearing something special.(Special Part 12)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, and you revealing your relationship to your parents. (Special Part 13)

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, sexting you while you’re having dinner with your family and you taking revenge for it later. (Special Part 14)

Imagine Dean ruining your dates on purpose because he has feelings for you and is jealous.

Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

Imagine Jack spilling to Dean that you’re giving him the cold shoulder because you are jealous and have feelings of him, just like him.

Imagine Jack confessing he’s missed you deeply while he was gone, just like you missed him, which makes Dean slightly jealous.

Imagine Jack questioning Dean’s blush after you’ve kissed his cheek and flirted with him.

Imagine your brain not being able to withhold many information, as a result you end up forgeting things easily, but not the ones concerning Dean. Which makes him fell emotional and proud because he has feelings for you.

Imagine Dean falling in love with you and his perspective on life changing for the best because you are the one for him.

Imagine texting with Dean all the time because you’re secretly dating and Sam trying to discover your secret.

Imagine being transported to the Supernatural universe where you meet your favorite character, Dean Winchester, and your actual Alpha mate.

Imagine Dean missing you terribly and trying his best to get you back from the Apocalypse world because he knows something that Sam doesn’t.

Imagine Dean being very happy and smug when you reject other guys because you have feelings for him, since he feels the same way for you too.

Imagine having to ask Dean out on a date because he can’t find the courage to do so himself.

Imagine Dean’s reaction to learning you, the girl he loves, have a boyfriend.

Imagine showing to Dean how important he is to you when he gets jealous of Jack, in more than a friendly way.

#masterlist #masterlist redo

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Dean Winchester Imagines