With in 10 seasons, mixed of emotions, I’m glad i watched a great story
I was planing on making the “Captain’s Treasure”-s background but i remember that the AT’s was now available, first thing in the morning, mixed emotions and in the end, tear jerking sacrifices
so the event was announced before June and that got me the idea that this event can be a good practice, though this is my first time and there is a whole month to watch the let's play, I did not, this is a common hobbit of my self.
reasoning that there is no time and yet seek entertainment. this is laziness kicking in hard but throughout the week I'm determined to do the arts but the arts lacks a lot of things, kinda rush, it was fun watching the let's play then getting ideas for the art, re-imagine, and Drawing, the process of my Drawing somehow improved the last 2 arts I did was done fast, I do some of the work at our house, I try to get 1st win all day on League of Legends for no reason, get my daily internet news feed, and still I still manage to have time to draw.
this way it's stressful and i dont have a proper Drawing desk that is also a thing, and laziness it's still there oh yeah, at the 2nd day of the event suddenly the Tumblr decided to somehow stricting the upload where you'll sure get an error if you upload a pretty big image file, and the search for Ahweekevents for the participants went trough a rocky road...
The idea is fun you'll surely get your mind thinking it is always how you handle drawing and posting arts, it was fun but mostly stressful, and this is more of my opinion...
So I think I want to start writing imagines/Fics on here. Writing has been a way to get my feels out for the longest time and if I can do that a create an awesome story that may help others id love to.... so sendin some requests! Fandoms I will write for are
Supernatural
Guardians of the galaxy
Lord of the rings / the hobbit
(Request other fandoms and I’ll let you know if I can or not)
Bands :
Green Day
Sleeping with sirens
All time low
Pretty much any band just let me know
Actors:
Jensen ackles
Misha Collins
Jared Padalecki
Also any actor / actress just let me know
Basically just request anything in my inbox and I’ll get to work on it!!
Can i get a sam imagine please. Like in season 6 when people had to tell the truth and the reader or sam (you can choose) start saying that they love them and all kinds of fluffy stuff, they start freaking out because they didn't mean to say it but the other person confesses and its all fluffy at the end? <3
Write: m
Warnings: None.
It has been a long day for you. Hell, it was only ten in the morning, and you wanted to cut off your tongue. For some reason or another, you were telling everyone who asked "How are you", your feelings and your thoughts, and the truth of everything. You almost told a stranger that you were a hunter, until you made yourself start walking and you quit talking.
You sat at the table that was in the motel you shared with Sam and Dean, your fingers playing with the beer bottle you had gotten out when you got in. No one was here, so you were happy about that. You could talk to yourself and think this case you were working on, through.
"Ok, so, witch maybe? Witch put a curse on me?" You thought, staring at the liquid splashing around in the bottle when you move it, "No, that's not right, the evidence didn't add up to an evil witch that wanted the truth." you explained to yourself. You nodded in agreement, taking sip from your beer. Your hand running up to your eyes, rubbing them in frustration. You heard the rumble of the Impala's engine, a door creaking open then shut, then the motel door opening to reveal Sam.
"Oh, hey, Y/N.. What're you doing here, still?" Sam asked, putting the stuff that was in his arms down on the table in front of you. You moved your beer before something knocked it over.
"Well," you sighed, knowing exactly what was going to come out, "as seeing I got hit with the truth curse, I've been telling people things that they shouldn't know, and at the library it was just a terrible mess, things kept spilling out to the librarian and I couldn't stop it, and I almost told her what I do for a living before I got my feet to work.
"Wait, you're telling me you have been telling people the truth? To what extent, Y/N?" Sam asked, sitting down in the chair in front of you,
"Who knows, Sam. All I know is that I keep talking and it won't stop." You grumbled into your beer when you pulled it up to your lips.
"Well, Dean and I have come to the idea that it might be a witch." Sam said, rummaging through the bags he had sat down on the table, pulling out food for him and you. You nodded a thank you when you took the food from him, setting it down in front of you.
"A witch? How, it doesn't add up at all?" You mumbled trying to remember running into anyone that looked suspicious of the sort.
"Yeah, it must've been when you and Dean got hellaciously drunk. It must've been the waitress." Sam said, his mouth filled with food. You turned your nose up in disgust, then looked down in your beer noting you were almost out. A few moments of silence went by, except the sounds of Sam crunching on his salad and you putting another fry in your mouth. You watched Sam eat, realizing your feelings for him
"Sam, I've loved you for a really long time, and I love the things you do. The way you find something funny and your lips turn into a small gentle smirk, and the way you know your lore, and the way you know when something is wrong, and the way you handle a gun, it's just all so... hot!" You blurted out. Your eyes widened with Sam's, his mouth opening wide his food coming out of his mouth, both of you in shock. You opened your mouth to say anything you could, but nothing came out. You quickly closed your mouth, your eyes looking anywhere but Sam.
"I.. I, uh, I need to go." You mumbled, picking up your jacket and heading to the door. Sam grabbed your arm turning you to look at him. Your eyes shifted from his feet to yours, you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, your face and ears burning hot.
"Wait a minute, Y/N.. Did you, you know, really mean that?" Sam asked his grip on your arm loosening when he felt you relax slightly.
"Yes, Sam, it's how I've always been. Really surprised you haven't caught on yet to how I've been acting towards you, I mean, really-"You started to say your eyes roaming his body. You hadn't caught what either of you said when he placed his lips gently on yours. His lips moving in sync with yours, his hands creeping their way up to your cheeks, cupping them as gently as he could.
"Y/N, I know, Dean has told me, but I just wanted to hear it from you yourself." Sam said quietly when he pulled away, his hands still on your cheeks, his thumbs massaging the skin. All embarrassment washed away out of your body and the room, leaving you and him looking like smiling fools. He leaned down again to plant his lips on yours again.
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I'm sorry for the lack of posts lately, I'm trying my best to post some of the things I've wrote recently and getting school done so I can graduate earlier than expected.
"Imagine Dean and Sam transferring to your school and one day you see Sam getting picked on, so you help him out and end up getting punched; when Dean finds out what happened he thanks you and patches you up."
Writer: m
Warnings: None, besides cursing, high school, and a fight, but nothing major.
It was your last class. The final class of the week, another 5 minutes and you will be walking home in the beautiful warm weather. You were staring out the window a hand on the side of you cheek, counting the minutes that were going by. Your thoughts wondered to the boy that walked into your fifth period. Dean Winchester. You hummed in approval. What a hunk. You sighed, lifting your head off of your hand. You turned towards the front watching the clock tick. The room was quiet, you looked around at your classmates noting what every one of them were doing. Most of them were reading, the others sleeping, and then there were a few who were like you; eyes roaming the room to keep them occupied and to waste time. Then there was Dean. You hadn't noticed he was in most of your classes until now. He looked calm, peaceful even. His feet were on top of the desk, his arms were crossed and his eyes were closed. You sat there looking at him from across the room, taking in his appearance.
You noticed he slowly lifted up his head, letting out a sigh and opening his eyes. He looked back at you, with a hint of amusement in his green eyes. You fiddled with your thumbs, looking anywhere but him, your right leg bouncing on top of your left leg.
You looked up at him when he placed his boots on the floor, leaning across the desk watching you. Your face flushed, and started to cough crossing your left leg over your right one. Finally, the bell rung. The ringing excited your ears, making you hop out of your seat like it was on fire. You practically jogged to your locker, terrified of the idiotic thing that could have happened if you talked to him. You placed your books on the little purple shelf you had, and slammed it shut.
You sighed when you walked outside and felt the warm sun hitting your face. You grinned, closing your eyes and hugged yourself. You loved the sun and how warm it has been lately. You loved everything about spring. You opened your eyes when you heard a few guys yelling, and saw a group of people surrounding something. You made your way over to the group, trying to see who it was, more like what was going on. You caught a glimpse of a little kid and one that looked he should be in your grade, but was a few grades below you.
"Hey, freak!" the older one yelled, pushing the small one, making him drop his stuff. He didn't bother picking up the books he dropped. He didn't bother to even put up a fight. Every one looked like they were rooting for the older one, and no one to help the smaller one. As much as you hated fights, you weren't going to stand by these animals and watch it happen. You pushed your way through, mumbling a few 'excuse me's' until you made it to the center of the ring.
"Hey, you ass, how about you pick on someone your own size for a change?" You said, getting in front of the smaller one. The older one snorted, your gut was flipping, you had everyone's eyes on you.
"What are you going to do? You're just a girl, nothing more than a little weakling." He spat, your fist clenched.
"You want to see a 'little weakling'?" You asked, venom dripping on every word you said. He smirked and nodded. You sighed, taking in the appearance of the bigger one. He was chubby, like a football player chubby. He had the look of a serial killer. He looked as if he could kill you, and this is what he lived for. For fights. You scoffed just loud enough for you and only you to hear. Fucking prick. You looked at the smaller kid behind you with a grin. He was standing up, but he still hadn't bothered to pick up his books. You turned back to the older one, your eyes rolling. You dropped your stuff beside you, and hummed in amusement when you put up your fist.
"You go first, you prick." You said not really interested He smirked and swung his fist fast, but you ducked before it could actually hit you. He picked up his knee, and rammed it into your face while grabbing your hair to keep you in place. It was like he knew you would duck, it was like he has done this many times before. You groaned, clawing at his arms. When you realized that wasn't working, you bit into his hip, grinding your teeth, causing him to let go of your hair and grip his hip. You smirked, backing up and regaining your composure.
You tilted your head, and put up your fists again. You felt adrenaline pump through when you felt something trickling down your lips. You licked your lips, tasting the metallic taste of blood. He swung again, when you changed your interest in the blood on your lips, hitting you square in the eye.
You groaned, finally having enough you pushed him, causing him to trip over his own clumsy feet. You grinned, straddling his waist. You started throwing punches until you heard him sobbing and groaning, begging you to stop. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging as tightly as you could. His hand flew up to grip your hand, whimpering still begging you to stop.
"Are you going to stop being a little fuck ass, and grow the hell up or does this little weakling have to fuck you up again?" You asked. He looked terrified, he has blood pouring out of his nose the blood going into his mouth, your eyes followed the blood, then looked at his lips. His top lip was busted and was starting to bruise his bottom. His bottom lip looked like it was history. You felt accomplished, but guilty. When he didn't reply, you yanked on his hair causing him to yelp in pain and grip your hand tighter.
"Y-yes, I'll stop. Just, pl-please let me go!" He begged, you yanked his hair before throwing his head down on the ground, and letting go. You stood up walking over to your stuff to pick it up.
You licked your lips, tasting the metallic taste of blood again. You won, and you were proud, sure you pulled a dick move, pulling hair and throwing punches until you almost black out, but at least he learned his lesson. You turned around to face the little kid, only to see another set of legs beside him. Your eyes trailed up the man's body, only for them to land Dean Winchester.
"Sammy? Are you alright?" Dean asked the little one named Sammy He cupped the Sammy's face, examining him for any scratches or bruises. You watched them, putting the pieces together. So, Dean has a brother, a little one at that. Dean was being so protective of his brother, it made you smile. You wished at that moment you had a sibling who cared for you the way Dean was caring for Sammy.
"Yeah, Dean, I'm fine." Sammy said wiggling out of his brothers grasp. Sammy looked up at you and smiled, which you gladly returned. Dean looked up at you, watching you closely with a hint of amusement in his eyes again.
"I'm sorry you had to take a beating. I could've handled it." Sammy said. You smiled and waved your hand.
"Nah, I wasn't going to stand around and let you get hit. I'd rather take one from that fucker than see anyone get one." You said, Dean looked at you and sighed. You felt a hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling you back towards the building. You hadn't noticed your eye was almost swollen shut, and you could barely see. You felt the cold air from inside prick at your skin.
"Where am I going?" You asked, following the person dragging you. You just wanted to go home and clean yourself up. Tasting your own sweat and blood wasn't on your bucket list.
"To get you cleaned up." You recognized that voice, yet again, the one and only, lovely Dean Winchester. You felt like a damsel in distress, but you weren't being saved. You were being cleaned up.
You were being pulled into the bathroom. You felt a pair of warm hands on your hips, picking you up to seat you down on the counter. They left as quick as they had been placed. You tried to watch Dean's every movement, watching him pull a few paper towels out and placing them under the cold water, watching him grab another paper towel, walking back over to you to clean your nose. You felt the roughness of the paper towel on your nose and was told to hold it a certain way.
"Don't move, keep it just like that." Dean said letting go of your nose and walking away. You nodded pinching the bridge of your nose. You heard the water turn off and boots stomping towards you, you felt his smooth hands run over yours, sending butterflies to your stomach. He moved your hand away, pinching where you had been and put the wet paper towel in your nose. You shivered at the feeling.
"What are you doing, Dean?" You asked giggling more at the fact that you had a wet paper towel up your nose, more than the situation. He scoffed, and you felt the pinching end.
"Cleaning up your blood. You saved my brother, and this is my way of thanking you, don't push it." Dean said with a hint of a smile, "Sam, go get some ice from the nurse." Dean mumbled, keeping his focus on your nose. You felt a smile creep up on your face. Dean was going back and forth from the sink to you. You felt kinda bad, because you could've cleaned yourself up, he didn't have too.
"So, what's your name?" Dean asked, trying to make small talk. You laughed taking the wet paper towel he was giving you to hold on your eye until Sam gets back with the ice.
"Y/N." You said, looking at him with your left eye. You saw him nod and say your name. It sounded sweet, almost like the time you taste a honeysuckle and how you wished the sweet nectar lasted more than a second. Him saying your name made your face flush. You mentally thanked Sam when he came back with a bag of ice, handing it to Dean.
"Here, Dean."
"Thanks, Sam." You smiled at the two brothers. Dean removed your hand and the wet paper towel and put the bag of ice on your eye. You hissed slightly at the sudden pressure from the ice pack
"That's going to be one nasty bruise." Dean said, lifting the ice off and placing it back on your eye. You laughed, and shrugged.
"I'd rather it be me than him." You said, putting your hand on the ice bag. You hoped you would touch his hand again, but there was nothing. You felt disappointed. You licked your dry lips and tasted the metallic taste again.
"Dean, do you have another wet paper towel?" You asked looking at where he was. He nodded and handed the paper towel to you. You wiped your mouth violently trying to get the blood off. Dean snickered and came over to help. He took the paper towel, and gently wiped above and below your lips. Blood must've gone down your neck because you felt the cold paper towel being placed on your neck for a minute then the coldness was gone and was on your lip more gently than before.
He rubbed slowly, looking at your lips like he was making an art project. You smiled slightly, watching him. His eye focusing only on your lips. His green eyes fluttering from your lips to your eyes, amusement wrapped around his green orbs. You looked down, taking the ice pack away from your eye. You felt Dean put two fingers under your chin lifting your head up to look at him. He grinned, leaning in. You closed your eyes and suddenly felt the warmth of his lips on yours. You remembered when you asked your mom what it was like to kiss a person you liked, you remembered her saying it felt like the butterflies were going to come out of your mouth and into theirs, you remembered her saying that she felt butterflies and fireworks happening when she kissed your dad. When she told you that, you didn't really know what she meant because you were a little kid, and you haven't kissed anyone, but then few years passed after that and you still hadn't known that feeling what she talking about. At that moment, kissing Dean, you knew. You knew what she was talking about, you knew what she meant when she said she'd wish she could live on your dad's lips. You wanted to stay on Dean's forever.
As soon as his lips hit yours, they left just as quick. You heard Sam making a gagging noise, causing you and Dean to laugh. You placed your head on Dean's chest, laughing at the entire situation now. It was ridiculous, but you didn't mind. You felt Dean quickly kissed the top of your head picking you up from the counter, and placed you down on your feet in a swift smooth motion. His fingers lingered on your hips. You both looked at each other for what felt like years. You didn't want to move. You didn't want to leave his eye sight, you didn't want to move at all, all you wanted was for this to last for a while. You let out a quick sigh, and peck his lips once more only to have him pull you closer to him and kiss you again. Only this time it was meaningful, it was nice and it left something more than butterflies in your stomach. You felt like if you opened your mouth, they would come spilling out. You both pulled away, and walked out of the bathroom, your fingers curling around his still holding the ice pack on your eye. You felt stupid for walking out of the bathroom holding hands with the new kid and holding an ice pack on your bruised eye, but you didn't care.
You waved at Dean when he got into his car that arrived. You didn't know that years later, you would see that same car only with him in the drivers seat with his brother.
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This was something that was on my other blog that i had before I deleted it, but I hope you enjoy this one!
