[holyimpala]

𝑉𝐼𝐴 ──── 𓏲ּ𝄢

Hi! Welcome to my blog. Here you'll find fanfiction, reblogs, and some other content. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 | 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞...

[starrychildofthemoon]

Shy Journalist Reader Dating; Lawyer Sam Winchester

Requested by anon

[s0ullesslullab1es]

dbf!Cordell Walker dating...

Reader..?

౨ৎ

[youre-only-gay-once]

Cassie Robinson | Supernatural (2005-2020)

[holyimpala]

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.𖤐

series

𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 | beau arlen

one shots

?...

moadbord

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

[holyimpala]

𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 - 𝐩𝐭.𝟑

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Beau’s hand resting on one side of my waist gave everything away. I hadn’t even noticed his hand there. I turned and saw Mike coming up the stairs toward the entrance, where Beau and I were standing. I felt him grab my waist and pull me toward him.

“Good evening, sweetheart”—the emphasis on the term of endearment was like acid on his tongue, followed by a kiss that nearly suffocated me. Feeling his lips hadn’t been the same for a long time.

“Mike, we need to talk,” I said, not knowing what hurt more: Beau’s piercing glare at the two of us or Mike, who was about to explode.

“I agree.” “Let’s go inside, honey!” he says, pulling me into my own house. I look at Beau, my eyes screaming “I’m sorry,” and just say, “I’ll call you.” He understands, but I don’t see him anymore as soon as I open my door and Mike slams it in his face.

“What the hell was that?”

– Do you really want to talk about the only guy I was with that night because you ran away from your responsibilities as a boyfriend yet again? God, Mike, I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve let me down.

– Great, change the subject like you always do, but I’m not blind—and I’m certainly not stupid! That jerk was holding your waist and looking at you like you were the last woman on Earth!

– At least I have someone who pays attention to me, for the first time in the months I’ve been dating you. – I say firmly.

I see him take a deep breath, as if the explosion had already erupted. – Did you sleep with him?

– What?

– Tell me now, S/N, did you sleep with him?

Things were already out of control, and what made it even worse was that he thought I’d cheated on him. The worst part of all is that he didn’t realize what a mess he’d been making for months, and I was the one to blame for not putting an end to it. I gasp before answering:

– Oh. You’re a total asshole.

– Is that all you can say?

– I’m tired of answering you, you idiot! Damn it, you show up here with that attitude and tone of yours, accusing me of doing the one thing I’ve been dying to do. Don’t you even want to know how the event I organized went? I spent weeks telling you about this opportunity, and all you have the nerve to do is accuse me?

– You always do this! You want to accuse me of being this or that, but you don’t even realize when you tell me to my face that you want to sleep with my boss—are you crazy?

– Yes, I’m completely crazy for being with someone who, for months, hasn’t even noticed I exist! You’re the reason for my biggest problems. And I couldn’t care less if you’re hurt. I’m done with this! This relationship is never going to go anywhere.

– So that’s it? It all ends on just some random night?

– No, Mike. All this shit ends after months of realizing how mediocre and selfish you are! You’ve never supported me in absolutely anything, and you never will. I’m wasting my time with you.

– Great, go ahead. I wasted a lot of time with you thinking we’d have a future, but spending your whole life grading books isn’t going to get you anywhere! If you think your failed life is going to get better after I’m gone, you’re wrong!

All I can think about is throwing a vase within my reach at him. The vase broke, but his face didn’t—unfortunately. That was enough for him to yell that I was crazy and slam the door, walking out of my house and my life forever. I feel my heart racing and my hands shaking from the adrenaline of the fight, but a wave of relief also washes over my chest. It’s over. Shit, it’s really all over. I see my phone with a message in the notification bar:

Beau Arlen: I’m here if you need me! When you’re feeling better, let’s grab some coffee together.

And that was enough for me to sit down on the floor and completely break down.

3 months later

I was standing in front of the police station. I’d been sitting on a bench out front. Arms crossed, standing tall. Ever since I got a promotion at the publishing house, I’ve picked up a few new habits. I watch some police officers come out, laughing, others silent, just thinking about what to do when they get home. Until Mike comes out. I look at him, and he looks back at me. A smile spreads across his face. I no longer feel anything for that smile because, miraculously, it wasn’t meant for me. The blonde who was a few steps behind me runs up to him and jumps into his lap. The two of them smile at each other and head toward the parking lot.

I feel the evening breeze until I sense that familiar presence coming my way. Beau. There he was, with his broad shoulders and beautiful arms, standing tall, yet I can see his body is at ease. It’s my turn to walk toward him, a wide smile on my face as I go to hug him. He pulls me into his arms right away, and I laugh

– Good evening, Sheriff Arlen

– Good evening, my favorite editor – he says before planting the most delicious greeting kiss on me. Damn, that’s what it felt like to be appreciated and desired. And I loved it every time he showed it in every little detail.

[holyimpala]

𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯!𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

POV: The reader went to her cabin to spend the summer and ended up meeting her neighbor, Dean Winchester.

I'm totally inspired by the book I've been reading lately! I could write a Sam story or even a fanfic based on that perspective!

[sainteangel]

witch

noun /wɪtʃ/

A woman who is believed to have magical powers and who uses them to harm or help other people.

Rowena MacLeod ♡̷˚๐

[kooeber]

oh my god look at my drivers dawg i’m going to jail

[princessjensen]

dean & his pile of cigarettes <3

[princessjensen]

[deanwinchesterkiss]

cause mama I'm in love with a criminal

[starrychildofthemoon]

Dating AU; Sam Winchester in TWD universe

Requested by anon

[killedbythecat]

the bunker has a record player 🎶🎸💿

[rotinthebrain]

my white feather hawk tail deer hunters..

[rotinthebrain]

my white feather hawk tail deer hunters..

[holyimpala]

𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 - 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

I get home exhausted. After lunch, the office was in chaos with one demand after another, phone calls, and an unnecessary meeting about organization. Seriously? That’s the basics of any job.

On the bright side, I hear a knock at the door. It sounds familiar. At least he kept his word, I think. I open the door looking tired but ready to welcome him.

“Wow, you look beat,” Mike says as soon as I open the door. “But you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“A compliment coming from a critic isn’t usually very kind,” I retort. I look at his hands and see… flowers. Obviously, it’s his classic move. “Orchids?”

“Your favorites, remember?! On our first date you—”

“Yes, Mike, on our first date I said I loved orchids, and after that day you never stopped giving them to me.” I’ve heard that one before. – I say sarcastically

– Can I come in? I know you’re mad, but you know I always try to make it up to you. – He says, with that abandoned puppy look on his face. Shit. Before I know it, I’m already making room for him to come in, and he does.

Mike approaches and kisses me on the cheek, lightly touching my waist as if trying to test the waters. I was so tired at that moment that I just did the same: I surrendered to his touch, leaning in and giving him a peck on the lips. I close the door and look at him. – I’ve been waiting for you…”

– I know, my love. I’m sorry, one stressful thing led to another, and I just needed to get away from there. Do you understand how stressful this has been for me? I want to be the best, and to do that… I’ll need to give it my all there. I know you understand, and I’m just asking you to put yourself in my shoes.

– I always put myself in your shoes, but we’re in a relationship… we have plans, we have a future, I just want a little consideration. I wish you’d just told me, that’s all. It’s not the first time…

– I know, honey. I know! But please, let’s not make a big deal out of this, okay?! – he says, kissing me and now squeezing my waist – I love you so much. I like how understanding you are. – he says, gently. Before I know it, I let this argument, once again, be resolved in bed.

I’d been warning him for a whole week, and he was running late. The publisher decided to organize a promotional event for upcoming releases. It was a big deal, and I was put in charge of leading everything—which meant double the work: renting the venue, checking the guest list, making sure there were enough chairs, and arranging for food. I spent the week on the edge. And all I asked Mike was to show up to support me—something basic.

I checked our conversation for the third time, with a few messages asking where he was and if he was still going to show up. Nothing. Meanwhile, the event was going on with a few hiccups, but I managed to resolve them quickly. Journalists, writers, librarians, bookstore owners, and publishing partners were mingling, chatting, laughing, and drinking. Everything seemed fine, until I sensed a familiar presence approaching:

– s/n? – Beau approaches, drink in hand

– Sheriff Arlen? – I say, surprised by his presence – I can’t believe you’re here!

“Mike mentioned the event a few days ago. He was proud to emphasize that ‘my girlfriend is organizing everything.’ So I came to check out the hard work and… from what I can see, it looks amazing.” He says, admiring the space until he looks back into my eyes.

– Oh, come on. I did what I could… Mike must have been tired of hearing me complain about the same things, so that’s probably why he mentioned it.

– You’re being modest. I wouldn’t mind hearing you talk about it, especially since organizing a big event like this is a huge headache for one person. But you’re tough, I can see that. – he encourages me – I’m impressed with your work, honey – he says naturally.

My shy smile gives me away. Again. But before I can say anything, one of the catering staff comes to alert me to yet another problem in the hall. Great, one more problem to solve. “Excuse me? Duty calls,” I say, and he smiles.

“Sure! I’ll be around,” he says.

After resolving yet another problem, I realized it was time to go on stage to host the upcoming book launches, which would be presented by the authors themselves. That’s when I was able to grab my phone and see the disappointing message:

Mike: Sorry, I have to stay late! See you later.

Great. He did it again.

The event had come to an end. After that message, I pushed any sadness aside because it was nothing new. It was my moment of glory; I couldn’t let the same feeling Mike always stirred in me get to me again.

I was grabbing my bag to leave when I realized I wasn’t going home alone and depressed after all. Beau was leaning against his truck, enjoying the late afternoon as the evening stars began to fill the sky. I smiled when he came over to me.

“I know you must be exhausted, but I’d love to have a moment alone with the star of the show. Want to grab a drink?” he says, unpretentiously. I smile because my answer was simply to get into his truck and let him take me wherever he wanted.

After talking about the event, we started to loosen up in our conversation. I laughed at the story of an incident he told—“And then, the guy just tripped on his skateboard and fell right into the cop’s arms. We were working so fast that day that we thought the universe was giving us a chase like that as a gift.” He added, and I burst out laughing, taking another sip of my drink.

“How can this be the worst chase in history and the fastest arrest ever made?”

“Yeah, I thought it couldn’t get any better, but that day was the best.” he says as he drinks his beer. He sets the glass on the table and looks at me with those same eyes I still can’t quite figure out. “There’s one thing I still want to understand.”

– About what?

– You being so modest.

I laugh – Okay, go ahead.

– I saw you look at the door about ten times today. But at the same time, I saw you command everyone’s attention in the room. I mean… you’re beautiful, smart, confident, but you wait for someone so pathetic to give you less than you deserve.

“Wow, you’re direct, aren’t you?!” I say, almost choking, without looking away from him.

“I believe alcohol has a great effect on people. I just… see that he doesn’t care. And you accept it.”

I run my finger around the rim of the glass, lost in thought. Actually, I already knew all this, but hearing someone from the outside talk so openly about it is painful.

– You know it’s not that easy, right?!

– I’ve been through this before, Y/N. I know what it’s like to be with someone who has no interest in what their partner likes or who just throws all their consideration in the trash. Nothing in life is easy, but it’s up to you to keep accepting what you think you deserve or not.

“Okay, so you think I should end a relationship that’s lasted years and be with you?” I retort.

“Maybe.”

“Great, we don’t even know each other.”

“I’m not like your boyfriend.” I won’t cross your boundaries, and I know what I should—

– I think we should stop here. – I say, cutting him off. I finish the rest of my drink and get up from the table. I walk out first, and he catches up to me after paying.

– Yes or no, please—

– I’m at my limit, Beau. Do you think I don’t know how much I hate myself for still being with Mike? Do you think it didn’t hurt me not to see him on a day as special to me as today? – I say.

– But I was there. And I want to be there for you at every damn event you organize, I want to celebrate your victories, I want to take you to my place, I want—he trails off. He takes a deep breath and then looks at me – I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have meddled in your life. Let me at least take you home. It’s the least I can do. – I sigh as I hear all that.

The ride was silent. As soon as we arrive, he drops me off at my front door. I look at him, trying to figure out what all that was about. I mean, was it the alcohol? All that confession to someone I’ve known for such a short time but who hasn’t left my side until now.

“Beau, I—”

“No.” He cuts me off. “We don’t need to talk about this.” “If you’re happy with him—”

“I’m not.” I say it so quickly that I even surprise myself. “I’m just… confused. About everything. About you, about my feelings.”

“I like you. And I’d love it if you’d give me the chance to get to know you better. But I can’t cross the line, out of respect for you.”

I realize how close I’m getting to him, how I let my gaze linger too long on his face, his eyes, his mouth. But before I can do anything, I hear a familiar voice:

– Y/N?” Mike interrupts, looking at Beau and me—standing close together, our expressions giving us away to anyone passing by.

PART 3 - FINAL

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025) | 1.01 – “Teeth in the Bone”