Anonymous asked:
Hey!! How are you? I was wondering if you could tell me the link to your masterlist? Thanks in advance đź’•
I’m fine! I hope you’re doing well as well :) Here’s the link!
“I don’t understand why I’m doing this.”
“Because it’ll be good for you. Get out and try something new.”
You gave her your best bitch face, “what are you talking about?”
“Just...just try it. For me?” You rolled your eyes at her, consenting to her request. “Oh! Look, you’ve got a match with Dean. Perfect one night stand material.” She messed with your phone some more, typing on the keyboard. “Sent!”
“Nicole!” You exclaimed, irritated that she’d sent a message without asking you. You snatched the phone from her hand and turned it over to Dean’s profile. “Oh my god, he is beautiful.”
“God ain’t nothing to do with it. A boy that good looking has got the Devil working some miracles.” You switched the page to see your current conversation with Dean and your mouth dropped at Nicole’s message.
Hiya :) Only one night in town? How about I make it worth your while?”
“Why would you send this! I sound like a slut!”
She rolled her eyes, taking the phone back. “Okay, look. You haven’t had sex since before Trump “became president”. As your best friend, it’s my duty to fix this.”
“The first 100 days were just really hard, okay!”
“You need to get laid.”
I like a woman who knows what she wants. How about we start with lunch?
“Dean...what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he whispers pulling your hair to one side of your head. His fingertips brushed the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his lips lightly trailing along the sensitive skin on your shoulder.
“Dean!” You whined, your eyes remaining on the book in front of you. You shifted slightly away from him, but to no avail as a light kiss was placed at the top of your collarbone. “I’m trying to focus.”
You couldn’t help but let your head roll back as sweet kisses continued to mark the skin around your collarbone. “I’m not even here,” he smirked mischievously as a stray hand began trailing down your side, just barely touching you.
“You’re distracting me,” you accused him. He chuckled, his breath hot on your skin. You let out a small gasp as his tongue grazed your neck followed by his lips marking their claim, making the skin even more tender. “Screw research.” You tossed the book to the side, grabbing Dean by the collar of his shirt and smashing your lips on his.
“I’m hungry,” you pouted, collapsing in the chair next to Castiel. The angel raised his head towards you and cocked it to the left.
“Dean went to the store for such activities.”
“But I’m injured,” you waved your broken arm to reiterate your uselessness. “And you’re my babysitter so you have to make me food.”
“I am an angel of the lord.” You raised an eyebrow at him and he surrendered, looking bashful. “I don’t know how to make the food.”
You both froze, staring back at one another. “But what if I starve to death!”
“I would never let that happen.” He placed a hand on your thigh, and you blinked at it and back at him. His touch sent shivers down your spine. He hadn’t noticed so you cleared your throat and demanded,
“Then I need some cheerios!”
You hold your arms close to your stomach, trying to find something to cling to. “I need you to leave.”
“Y/N.”
“You have about five seconds to get out of here before I do something we’ll both regret.”

He lets out a short breath, shaking his head. “No, I can’t.”
“Dean! You sold your freaking soul — again! And for me?” You threw your arms up in the air, stepping towards him and holding an accusing finger up in his face. “That is so not fair! What the hell is wrong with you?” You thrust your hands forward and push him towards the door, “get out!”
He captures your hands and pulls you toward him, holding you against his body. “You and I not being together does not make sense to me, okay.” His hands slide to your elbows, eyes focused right on yours as if trying to convince you with only a look. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried to live without you to keep you safe. I tried keeping you with me, right at my side. But it doesn’t work. But this, this might work and I am willing to do whatever it takes because I’m not letting you go that easy. Not without a fight. You are my everything Y/N. And damn if I’m gonna let the end of the world get in the way of you and me.”
“Noel Danforth asked me out.” You watched your best friend carefully as you nervously confessed the happenings at school that day. “He’s taking me to the movies. On Friday.”
Dean made a face and grunted, “he just wants to stick his tongue down your throat.”
“Dean!” you scolded, a hint of hurt coating your exclamation. He shrugged, and you glared at him. “If someone as attractive and experienced as Noel Danforth wants to kiss me, I’m gonna let him.” You added, “who better to have a first kiss with?”
He gave a disapproving chuckle, the kind where he was trying to hold his temper in but he wasn’t doing a very good job. “No way. If you think I’m going to let Noel Danforth,” he said the name with mocking distaste, “be your first kiss, then you’ve got another thing coming.”
You growled angrily. “I’m seventeen, Dean. And I’ve never been kissed. Why does it matter who it’s with? I just need to get it over with already.” Dean scoffed, jumping up and pacing in front of you. “Why do you care so much?”
He paused, before saying hesitantly, “I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you…” Your mouth parted slightly as a small shock of adrenaline ran through you and goosebumps appeared on your arms. “Okay?”
You stared at him, slowly processing his words. He stared back. In a whisper you repeated him, “okay.”
You were staring at the TV when you noticed him. He’d been quiet for the last half hour or so, at least after you’d shoved popcorn in his face when he wouldn’t stop talking. You blinked, but his blurry image in the corner of your eye didn’t change so you turned to face him.
He was just looking at you. His eyebrows furrowed, as focused as his eyes. A small smile graced his face, and you tipped your head in confusion.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
A low rumble emanated from his chest as he innocently laid a hand on your thigh. “Like what?”
“Like that!” You accused him, sitting up straighter. He said nothing, and you raised your eyebrows. “Dean?”
He leaned forward and reached forward, brushing your hair back off of your forehead. “I love you, Y/N.” A wide smile spread across your face and you met Dean halfway, pressing your lips to his. He deepened the kiss, pulling you down onto the couch with him as the movie’s title credits began to role.
Update June 12, 2017
Hey Guys!
So...I’m back. For good? Maybe. For a little while? Hopefully!
Anyways, I finally caught up to Supernatural after my first year of uni. So, I’ve got the vibes and stuff going. I had this little idea to help get inspiration and stuff going and I’m calling it Quote Week. Although, it will probably last beyond a week. And just basically be whenever.
I haven’t been writing for ages so I’m going to stick with doing Imagines to start to kind of get back into the flow and not sound like I’m thirteen years old in my writing. Not that writing at thirteen is bad, I just personally kinda sucked wasn’t a good writer back then.
Anyways, my point is...keep sending in requests. I’ve gotten some awesome ones that I’d really like to look at more. But also send in your favorite quotes for Quote Week. They can be favourite lines from a movie, a quote about friendship or something funny or sad that you heard once.Â
I missed you guys! Hope some of y’all are still around and willing to aid me in my attempt to continue writing!
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Hi! I know you hear it all the time, but I just wanted to let you know that you are an amazing writer and person. Also, I am trying to find a fic I began reading a few weeks ago and lost track of. It is a Bucky x Reader where the reader goes through a bad breakup and moves into an apartment next door to Bucky. This was written by a supernatural blog, so it's been difficult to track down. If this is yours, could you please link it below so I can finish it. If not, thanks anyway. Have a great day
Hi darling! I don’t write or follow any Bucky but maybe one of my ol’ followers have! It’s been a while so maybe (hopefully!) you’ve found it but if not can someone comment or PM me?
Also, I searched Bucky in the gif search and this came up so hopefully it’s accurate if not it is definitely cool, so enjoy either way!
Anonymous asked:
Hey! Do you have a master list? And if so where can I find it Thxs and I love ur work ❤️❤️❤️
So, if you go on my blog it’s on the top bar and it says Masterlist. That should have everything and as long as it’s been it should be mostly up to date! Also, you’re so sweet!
You shot up in your bed, a small yelp escaping your lips. Images flashed through your mind, trying to make sense of what exactly you had just seen. Your head throbbed but you reached over to pinch your arm, muttering to yourself, “not real, not real, not real”.
“Y/N?” You looked up and met the striking pair of blue eyes, eyeing you cautiously. The angel was sitting on the edge of your bed, hand outstretched as if wanting to comfort you but not quite sure how to do so.
“Castiel?” You became suddenly aware of the fact that you were breathing heavily, quickly. The sheets clung to your skin, your entire body sticky with sweat. You shoved the covers off of you, acutely aware of the fact that you were in only Dean’s flannel and a pair of underwear.
The angel was still staring at you, worry in his bright blue eyes. “You were…having a nightmare…” he said it as if he were unsure of the diagnosis. “You were calling for Sam and Dean but they left for more pie. I can call them if—“
“No.” You cut him off, reaching for his hand and pulling him back down on your mattress. “Um…would you just…stay?” He looked hesitant and so you added, “until they get back, at least.” He nodded and you lied back down. You maintained eye contact with him as the angel reached forward and lightly pressed two fingers to your forehead. Maybe it was his presence or his angel…magic but you didn’t care. It was the first time you dreamt without nightmares. Instead, you dreamt of a man with calming blue eyes and  a magic touch.
canyouimaginetfw reblogged
One Last Time
   Inspired by Talladega by Eric Church; I’m still working on my writing style, but i think its getting slightly better…Â
    Eight people, four in the front, and four in the back.  Granted it was a pickup truck, but it still was only meant for six.  The crammed space meant nothing to those eight, nothing but a final summer before the real world was upon them.  This was their last childhood trip. By autumn they would be at university, studying things that happened so long ago they would seem unimportant.  They had worked on the old truck all summer long, the beat up thing was practically prehistoric, but it was the only vehicle they were allowed to take.  Working in shifts, they fixed it up in no time.
    Passing the state’s welcoming sign on the side of the highway, everyone broke out in smiles and cheers. The rust bucket had taken them half of the trip, now they just had to hope it worked on the way back.  They had a whole week, a whole week to use fake id’s, to race the car on back roads.  A whole week to be kids one last time.  They’d give anything to keep it that way. Â
  Days passed in what seemed like minutes, Saturday came faster than they thought it would, one last night… They decided that they would spend this last night around a fire on the beach. Share their stories, one last time, goodbye to being a kid. Goodbye to the simpler times in life.  This night was their last.  In the morning they would pack their bags, pile into that old rust bucket and begin their journey into adulthood.
    This trip was their final goodbye. They would lose touch while at UNI and their friendships would turn to dust.  These nights would be all they had left of that last summer.  A summer that they would most likely forget about in time. But none of that mattered this one last time…
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Anonymous asked:
Do you have anyone to talk to about your writers block? Someone you can bounce ideas off? I'm a writer myself and I've found having outsiders input does WONDERS for writers block. If not, I'll message you back off anon and we can chat if you like?
You know, I have tried but it’s never really been successful. I’m more of a Batman than a Justice League type when it comes to my writing. Which is funny because I’m a completely BAM personality. Though, I have been inspired by outside forces before. Right now, I’m transitioning from high school into college and it’s been such a crazy stressful time that I just finished catching up with Supernatural and it didn’t do anything for me. Until the time for Supernatural to pop up on my Netflix comes again, I don’t know if there will be many more posts from this blog. But I want to keep writing for you guys, so when I do get hit with SPN fever, you will see an explosion of posts -- promise.
Thank you so much for the offer! I’d definitely be willing to try bouncing ideas off someone again. If it so happens that what I said above comes to pass and you’re still around just send me a PM and we can give it a go!
Anonymous asked:
I actually teared up reading the end of jacks motel 7 and I'm not a softy so well played
Aww thank you, that means so much! Thank you for sharing that. If I can make someone cry or express any kind of strong emotion it just makes me really inspired! I actually think I cried while writing it but then again, I’m a baby.Â
Hi! I really like your writing especially how you're so good at keeping the boys in character and stuff. Anyways I wanted to ask what your theme was? I really like it and I couldn't find a credit or anything. Also how do you do the 'insert name' thing or the kudos thing? Thanks so much keep on keeping on! (P.S. on you're masterlist you have "Everything To Do With It" twice)
Hey! First of all, thank you so much! Keeping the boys in character was always my number one priority. And thanks also for that note, I’ve fixed the master list.Â
My theme is called Notations, I’m pretty sure it’s one of the free tumblr ones. And the way to find the insert name etc. If you look next to the insert name is says “what is this” in bold. If you click on that link it will take you to the code and how to insert it etc. It was created by silencethroughwords and it’s genius and very helpful.
Update Hiatus
I didn’t realize until April 1st (my favorite day of the earth) that I was really past it.Â
I’ve been putting this off for so long because I really wish I didn’t have to do this. But, I am going to be going on hiatus. Between college, my shows, and school work I’ve had absolutely no time to even catch up with Supernatural, let alone write anything for myself. A lot of you probably saw this coming, but this is confirmation that I am leaving for now.
I hope to be back and running soon. Feel free to still message me and send in requests. That way I’ll still have them and who knows! Maybe your request will be the one to get me up and running once more.
Thank you all for all of your support and patience. I’ve loved writing for you thus far and hope that you may find me on my return one day soon.
With love, Carter
Anonymous asked:
hey bae i know your stressed and stuff but ilysm and you are so absolutely fabulously amazing
You are a saint. Thank you so much for this message, it brightened my day tenfold!