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[sheismental]

blurb night

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[illidarisimagines]

Which would you prefer me to write next?

1.  Klaus x Damon x Reader threesome (Smut obviously lmao)

2.  Kai getting jealous of someone flirting w u then punishes you w his powers eyy (Smut)

3.  Cute Jermey date (Fluff)

4.  Stefan telling you he is a vampire (fluff)

I will write the chosen one tomorrow night, and if i am feeling up to it i will maybe write another ;)

[cheneyq]

Nightmares (Steve Harrington xx)

Request : “Steve x reader where Steve has a reoccurring nightmare of reader dying and he starts freaking out over everything.”

Au: I’m sorry if this was shit! If anyone wants to get tagged in my imagines just tell me and I’ll tag you.

Words : 1386

Requests are still open!! I will do them as soon as I get some time.

Warnings : Death, kissing, language

Steve sat up straight in bed, “What the?” He questioned, violently rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. When he pulled them away they were wet. He couldn’t see around him because the room was dark, so his hands moved over the mattress until it came into contact with (Y/n)’s body.

Steve relaxed instantly, the dream was still very vivid. In his dream (Y/n) and Steve had a fight about something silly, and just as she drove off her car hit something, maybe the sidewalk, and it flipped over, rolling a few times. He would run over to the car, everything in slow motion.

When he did eventually reach the car he would look in to the eyes of (Y/n).

Dead.

Life less.

Eyes.

Steve let out a small breath as his head relaxed back on to the pillow, his arm snaked around (Y/n)’s waist and he pulled her close to him. Her hair fell over his face and he tried to get it out of his mouth without waking her up.

After heavily contemplating to cut her (h/c) hair off completely, he fell back into a deep sleep.

He woke up sweating again, this dream was just as terrible as the first. In this dream (Y/n) was attacked by the monster he helped Nancy and Jonathan fight. He couldn’t get to her in the dream, and when he finally did she had the exact same expression on her dead face.

Just like he’s seen for a few days now, every night the same things happen in his dreams, always ending in (Y/n) dying.

Steve sat up and rubbed his hands over his face, a little worried when he didn’t see (Y/n) next to him in the bed. He got out of bed and picked his jeans up that he carelessly had thrown on the floor next to the bed the previous night.

He looked at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix the bed hair. His eyes landed on his face, he looked pail and had slight circles underneath his eyes. Probably from the lack of sleep.

“Ouch, fuck!” (Y/n)’s voice cried out, Steve spun around. He almost ran in to the door on his way out of the room, he took the steps two at a time. “(Y/n)?” he called out. “In here.” Her voice came from the kitchen. Steve heard something fall and then the tap water running.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He questioned, walking over towards her, inspecting her hand that she kept underneath the running water. “The knife slipped and sliced me.” Steve’s face went even more pail.

“Babe, you need to be careful working with knives.” Steve’s voice came out more as a whine. (Y/n) looked at him, worry took over her face. “What’s wrong?” She asked, then turned the water off and wrapped a paper towel around her finger.

“Steve?” She questioned. Steve was searching through the medical cabinet, in search of a band aid. He didn’t look at her, thinking the dreams were weird and that she would think he’s weird.

“Babe?” (Y/n) questioned impatiently.

“Just didn’t sleep well, okay.” Steve snapped, he didn’t mean to snap at her. Steve turned, walking towards her with the band aid. “Hand.” He demanded, (Y/n) sighed and gave her hand to him. She could see something was bothering Steve, but she didn’t want to push him to tell her.

“I’ll finish this.” Steve said, pointing to the toast and half open bacon pack. (Y/n) frowned and shook her head, “No babe, I got it. I wanted to make some breakfast for you.” Her smile was warm as she reached out to tuck Steve’s thick locks behind his ear.

“Yeah, but you’re working with the stove and that gets super-hot.” Steve said, pointing towards the stove. He realized how weird that probably sounds. “I mean… I wanted to make some breakfast for you.” He pulled (Y/n) towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I mean, if you want to…” Steve nodded and led (Y/n) out of the kitchen to the tv room.

“Here, you can sit here and not do anything while I get shit done.” Steve mumbled. “Okay, what is wrong with you?” Steve just shook his head. “Nothing, just trying to make you comfortable.” (Y/n) noticed him dragging his long fingers through his hair, indicating that he was nervous. (Y/n) just nodded her head and sat down.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” (Y/n) asked, she was bored out of her mind, Steve has made her sit and watch tv for the entire day. “A walk?” Steve questioned, looking like he was thinking about it.

His eyes widened, then he turned his head towards her slowly. “But there are bears.” He whispered, causing (Y/n) to laugh. “I’ve lived here my entire life and I’ve never seen one.” Steve shook his head.

“Okay, how about we go for a drive?” the dream from last night was still fresh in his mind and he shook his head violently causing his hair to go everywhere.

“Outside is, is…” he sank down on to the couch, covering himself with the blanket up to his chin. “Is dangerous.”

(Y/n) frowned then turned her entire body towards him. “What. Are. You. Talking. About?” her annoyance clear in her voice.

Steve didn’t say anything, which made her annoyance turn into anger. “If you don’t want to talk about it then fine, I’ll go home.” Just as (Y/n) got up from the couch Steve grabbed her hand, pulling her back towards him. He gripped her in an embrace and stuck his cheek right up to hers, with his one hand he patted her head. “Must, protect.” He said in a monotone.

(Y/n) pushed him away, then started laughing as she stood up again. “I swear to God Steve, I don’t have time for your silliness right now.” She wasn’t mad at him anymore. “You’re going to think it is so weird and disturbing.” He groaned, pulling the blanket up and covering his head, then slowly, like a melting piece of ice, he slid down the couch and landed on his side.

(Y/n) sat down on her knees next to the couch. “Steve.” She said softly. “I will not think weird of you.” He peeked his eyes out, “Just tell me what’s bothering you.” Steve let out a deep sigh.”

“I’ve been dreaming about you dying, a lot.” (Y/n)’s face was blank as she stared at him. “Every night it’s a different way that you die, and every time I reach you it’s too late. The expression on your face is the same every time though.”

(Y/n) reached out and touched Steve’s face softly. “Babe, nothing is wrong with me. I am not going to die? Okay? You’re just having some strange nightmares, but that’s all they are, nightmares.”

Steve’s eyes misted over as he stared at her, taking in her beauty.

“It seems so real.” He whispered, “And I don’t want to ever experience that in real life, I don’t know what I would do without you.” A tear slipped out of his eye and ran over his nose, then dripped on the couch, since he was lying on his side on the couch.

(Y/n) felt her eyes tear up as well, she motioned for Steve to sit up then she sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m right here and I am not going anywhere.” She cooed. “I know this seems silly, but I just love you so much.” (Y/n)’s arms tightened around him. “Babe, it’s not silly, okay? You are not silly. You’re emotions count as well, they are not silly.”

Steve squeezed her arm. “I love you too.”

They stayed in that position for a little while until (Y/n) cleared her throat. “But Steve, for reals. I am so bored.” Steve laughed then sat up. “I need something to keep me busy, or do something fun.” Steve smiled at her wickedly, then leaned in and kissed her.

“I know something we can do to take away your boredom.” (Y/n) giggled as Steve grabbed her waist and dragged her on top of him. She cradled his lap and leaned forward, she kissed him softly. She loved this boy.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! PLEASE SEND SOME IN, IT WOULD BE REALLY NICE! THANKS. 

[celebrity-imagine]

Imagine: Attending an event with Matthew.

Dominic Sherwood or Matthew Daddario

[fanfictiononabookshelf]

Big Green Eyes

Summary: Y/N has been leaving the bunker every weekend and the boys can’t seem to figure why until they follow her.

Author: Admin C

A/N: I had a dream last night that I had children, so I thought to write about it. This is also pretty long, so I apologize for that.

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You grabbed your bags and walked up the stairs to the door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” You turned around and saw Dean.

“That’s none of your business.” You said calmly.

“It is my business. You’re my girlfriend and you’ve been leaving every weekend for the past year. That makes me a little suspicious, Y/N.”

“Wait, you think I’m cheating on you? Dean, we’ve been together for three years now!”

“You’d think that after three years that you’d be able to tell me where you’re going.”

“Well, I can’t. Dean, I just can’t.” You grabbed your stuff and went outside to your car and left. You couldn’t tell Dean where you were going. A few years after you had met the boys, you had a one night stand with Dean and found out you were pregnant. You didn’t want to have a baby in this world and you certainly didn’t need the boys finding out about it. You drive up to your sister’s every weekend to give her cash and to see your baby girl, Penney. 

You got up to the house and pulled into the drive. You walked inside the door and you were greeted with a happy, little girl. 

“Hey, Penelope!” You picked her up and squeezed her tight.

“Hi, mommy. Can we go to the park?”

“Sure. Let me put my things away and then we can go. Go get your jacket, it’s a bit chilly.” She giggled and walked to her room. You put your stuff away and then heard the doorbell. You ran to the door and opened it.

“Dean, what are you doing here?” You asked walking in and closing the door, so he couldn’t look inside.

“I just wanna see where you go every weekend.”

“Mommy! I’m ready!” You opened the door as you turned around.

“Okay, sweetie. Give me a minute, okay?” She nodded and sat on the bench by the door.

“You wanna know why I come here every weekend? There’s your answer.”

“You have a daughter? How old is she? Who’s is she?”

“Yes, she’s five years old, and she’s yours.”

“I-I have a daughter?”

“Yeah, Dean. Sweetie, come here. I want you to meet someone.”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Penelope, this is Dean. He’s your dad.” Dean crouched down to be level with her.

“He’s handsome. He’s got green eyes just like me. Is he coming to the park with us?”

“That’s up to him. Why don’t you ask him?” She looked up at him with her big, green eyes.

“Would you like to come to the park with us?”

“Sure, kiddo.”

“Well, let’s go. We don’t got all day.” You smiled. You guys walked down to the park. You and Dean sat on a bench and watched your daughter.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, turning towards you.

“I didn’t think you’d-”

“You didn’t think I would care?”

“I didn’t think you’d quit what you do to raise a child. To live a normal life.”

“I would’ve dropped it all if I knew. I would’ve gotten a real job and we could’ve all lived in the bunker. I’d only take the serious hunting jobs or help other hunters with research.”

“Would you now?”

“Absolutely. I already texted Sam and he called a few hunters about it.”

“He’s okay with this?”

“He’s thrilled to have a niece.” You smiled.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Penelope Mary, come here please!” He looked at you shockingly.

“Penelope Mary?” He asked as she ran up to us.

“Yes, mommy?”

“How would you like it if we went and lived somewhere else with your daddy?”

“Can we get a dog at this new place?” You and Dean looked at each other

“Maybe.” Dean said. 

You rode back to your sister’s house and packed up Penelope’s stuff into both of the cars.

“Can I ride with daddy in his car?” My eyes widened and looked at Dean.

“I’ll drive slowly. I’ll even get her car seat.” You smiled and nodded. 

Once you got to the bunker, Sam met you downstairs and he had gone into town and got a child’s bed, some toys, and dress up clothes. Penelope enjoyed living in a bigger house and she loved her Uncle Sam more than anything else in the world. You were a big happy family.

[imaginingsupernatural]

"Don’t be a baby."

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