...My safe place...

Hi! I’m sorry it took so long to answer. I don’t know if you read my post about the future of my ongoing series, I’ll link you to it. Still, I’ll finish them at some point so I’ll add you to that tag list. Just, please be patient. 

Imagine Chris and RDJ’s reaction when the reporter shows your boyfriend your photos on an Ironman costume.

You can read this Imagine as a sequel of this one.

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You were sitting on your couch, watching your boyfriend nicely answering every question the reporter was asking while drinking a glass of orange juice when you suddenly choke listening to the last question.

“So, Chris, we have seen these pictures of your girlfriend's photo-shoot wearing an Ironman costume, was this her decision? Do you feel betrayed?” she asked politely while showing him the screen of an iPad.

You instantly remembered the photo-shoot and couldn't help but laugh, especially when memories of his reaction came to your mind.

“Well... I...” he tried to answer pretending to be angry but being incapable of holding back his laugh, probably remembering how he had “punished” you because of your choice of clothes.

“Oh Dorito!” you heard RDJ exclaiming next to him thanks to the mic the reporter was holding in front of them.

“Shut up!” replied Chris still trying to look angry.

“Shhh, kid. Come here. Tell everything to papa Downey...” he smiled while opening his arms and pulling him into a hug. They were adorable.

“So she's an Ironman girl, huh?” smiled Robert next to his ear.

“No, if I can make her change her mind!” laughed Chris breaking the hug.

“She's a special girl kid, take good care of her!” exclaimed RDJ pointing his finger at your boyfriend's face while he left the zone of interviews.

“I will!” Chris was still smiling when he turned again to the reporter and shrugged giggling after their little interaction. Who was he trying to fool? He was in love with you, how would he not take care of the love of his life even if she was an Ironman girl?

Thank you so much! You can be sure I will!!

Imagine Sam and Dean finding out you’re a demon. 

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When your new boss had sent you there you never expected you'd be one of the demons in charge of getting rid of the Winchesters. While you were hiding behind one of the trees waiting for them to show up in the spot that Crowley had asked them to, you started to relive memories of your time as a human, of your time with the brothers. A strange feeling was starting to grow in your chest as images of them acting like older brothers clouded your mind. You had no feelings now, it was not like you felt guilty or anything. You actually liked being a demon, it had its perks, but having to kill Sam and Dean... well... you were supposed not to care, but how would you not do that?

Someone shouting your name brought you back to reality, and the noises of the battle were now audible as both Winchesters fought against the demons who were coming after them. You slowly turn around and revealed yourself as everyone stopped fighting.

“Y/N!” roared Dean, “get out of here before you get hurt!”

“I'm the one who should be saying that Dean,” you confessed as you closed your eyes just to open them once again showing all the blackness there.

“You're a demon?” asked Sam in a high voice that failed to hide his surprise.

“No,” you mocked him, “I bought new lenses and they happened to be like this”.

“So, you're with them now?” his tone was still the same.

“Ding ding ding!” you answered right before running to him to hit him while he was still in shock.

He was faster than you and managed to avoid your attack. The fight that had been paused started again and you were five demons against two humans. It was not necessary to be a mathematician to know that they were in trouble.

As you and one of the other demons kept throwing punches against Sam, you heard how Dean was losing the battle against the other three. The pain in his voice, the sound of him asking Sam to find a way to run away, not saving him, just run away, bought back again the memories of every time they had been there to protect you.

It was then when you realized. Being a demon was OK, but there were limits that you couldn't cross. Not yet at least, so as soon as you got a chance, you took your demon knife out of your pocket and stabbed your partner, who had managed to put Sam against the floor.

You offered one hand to help him stand up and before he could say anything you ran to the three guys who were having fun with Dean. Since they were so lost in their fight, they didn't realize what had happened right next to them, so it was pretty easy to kill the first one of them.

Two against three now, and despite Sam and Dean were injured pretty bad, they managed to kill another demon while you got rid of the last one.

You'd be in trouble, and you would suffer the consequences of going against Crowley's orders, but you did what you had to. At least you knew that.

“Y/N...” said Dean in a strangled voice.

You turned to look at him, his bloodied face staring at you with a confused look in his eyes, “What... what happened?”

“Life happened Dean. Well...” you corrected yourself, “I should say death happened...”

“But why?” urged Sam, holding his arm which looked like it had been dislocated.

“Do you remember that last hunt you told me I shouldn't go alone? It turned out that I should have listened to you...”

“But you called!” Dean was desperate, “You called us and told us everything was fine!”

“Are you familiar with the concept of lying?” you asked giving him your best bitch face.

“Y/N...” started Sam.

You raised your finger to shush him, closing your eyes again so they would be back to normal, “Please don't. Don't start with your speech of “we're sorry, we'll fix this”. I don't want you to fix anything. Forget that this happened and forget that I ever helped you and I'll do the same.”

They couldn't believe what you were doing, what you were saying.

“And now, if you wanna take one last advice... get out of here before Crowley sends more demons. It won't take long for him to know that you're still alive.”

You turned around and started walking to leave the place. They were still calling your name and you heard footsteps getting closer, so you did what you had to.

“Goodbye Winchesters,” you stated before raising one hand without even turning to look at them, fading into a black cloud.

Imagine your reaction when Dean Winchester knocks on your door after 10 years

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It had taken a long time but it was finally done. You had finished cleaning the kitchen. God! It felt so good... You had been all day trying to make it shine like the first day. After being baking pies and cakes the whole week to send to your clients you felt like it was necessary a really decent period of cleaning.

You were about to open a beer to finally rest a little before taking a shower when the bell rang. You were not expecting any visitors so you left the bottle on the counter and went to open the door.

“How can I help you?” you asked opening the front door and looking at the man who was standing there with a huge smile.

“Hi...” he saluted closing his mouth as the realization hit him, “Y/N?”

You never thought you would hear your name in his lips ever again. You closed your mouth and swallowed hard trying to recover.

“Dean...” you said trying to smile, “wh-what are you doing here?”

“I came to say hi,” he answered with a huge smile.

Your mouth almost hit the floor before he laughed loud and spoke again, “I'm kidding, I'm sorry. Not a good joke.” You were still not able to say a word.

“Sam and I... we stopped at the dinner at the end of the street and I ordered a slice of pie...”

“Oh sure!” you interrupted him, “so you liked it and asked them if they had baked it and they gave you my address so you could stop by and ask if I have more of those delicious apple pies in my fridge, right?”

“Well... yes...” he nodded looking at you in a weird way after your smarty pants speech.

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you apologized smiling and looking down, staring at the floor.

“So, about that pie...” he asked.

“Oh! Yes yes!” you answered looking up again, “I think I still have a couple of them in the kitchen. Do you wanna come in?”

“Why not?” he smiled taking one step to enter your house.

Who would have said that... Dean Winchester was in your house after 10 years of not knowing about him. THE Dean Winchester you had met in high school who had disappeared one night and had never come back. Your first crush. Dammit! He was there! Maybe the day was bout to get interesting.

Imagine having your first child with Jensen.

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“Shh...” mumbled Jensen moving from side to side of the room trying to put your baby to sleep, “don't you feel sleepy bud?”

Your son was drooling in his shoulder, slowly falling asleep. You watched both of them from your spot on the sofa. It was such a sweet scene... The most important boys in your life together.

“Jensen...” you called.

He didn't answer, he kept humming a lullaby with the little boy in his arms.

“Jensen!” you called again.

He stopped his nervous walk and looked at you.

“Will you stop moving around and put him down? He's already asleep...”

“Noup,” he answered smiling.

“Noup? What do you mean noup?” you asked mirroring his smile.

“I will never let him go. Someday he will be too old to carry him, and I've heard that that time will come sooner than I expect. So no, I won't put him down until he's at least... fifteen,”

“Sweetheart...” you giggled, “There's another thing we can do in order to be sure that you can carry a baby in your arms,”

You shifted your pose in the sofa to a more sexy one making sure he would understand your intention.

“Honey, are you saying what I think you're saying?” he asked finally putting the kid in the crib.

“I don't know what you think I'm saying...” you flirted looking at him with innocent eyes.

“Oh really? So you're not offering me to make another one of those, uh?” he asked raising an eyebrow and pointing his thumb to the cradle where the kid was peacefully sleeping.

“I have no idea what you're talking about...” you sang.

“OK, then let me explain what I'm talking about,” he roared with that voice that used to put you on edge. His eyes were now on yours and he was moving to place himself between your legs. It didn't take you long to feel the effect he had on you. He pulled you into his lap and crushed his lips against yours making you feel him against your skin.

Maybe now you did have an idea of what he meant.

I know it’s been a very long time since I posted something here and I’m sorry, but I have news... and they’re not the best...

I haven’t posted in such a long time because I’ve lost all my motivation and inspiration. I don’t know what happened, I used to be so excited about posting and getting feedback and hearing from all of you... and now... I really don’t know what happened, it’s just gone.

I’m telling you this because I feel like I owe you an explanation of my inactivity. I see people following me every day, tagging me in fics... and every time I get a new notification I just feel worse because I don’t feel like reading anything at all.

Again, I’m sorry for telling you this, but I think it’s fair to tell you my plans for the future of this blog:

-First, I don’t think I’ll keep posting anymore. As for those series that I’ve already started YES, I plan on finish them both, A dream come true and Rebel. I just don’t know when I’ll update because of what I’ve already told you. Also, I’ll probably post 3 more Imagines because I’ve already written them and wwell.. why not.

-Second, to all of you who tag me on your fics, you can stop tagging me if you want. I don’t feel good knowing that you are using your time to tag me and I’m not even reading what you write.

-Third, I won’t delete this blog because there are a couple of Imagines that had become really popular and I don’t want people who like them to lose them for good. Apart from that... I don’t think I’ll be active anymore once I finish posting my series.

-Last, but not least, I wanna thank @effie-w and @kbrand0 because you ladies have been my biggest support here and the reason why I started this trip. I love you. <3

That’s all guys. I’m really sorry about this, maybe it’s unfair but I’m trying to do what I think it’s best. That’s it.

I’m tagging everyone in my tag list because you might be interested in this:

Hey guys! How are y’all doing? OK, first of all I want to apologize with you for being so disconnected. I’ve started University again and it’s been hard to get used to all this shit again...

Also, I know I kinda “promised” posting the third part of A dream come true a long time ago but.. that’s being hard too. I’ve written a couple of “potential 3rd parts” but I didn’t really like them. I’ll be honest with you. If I think what I’m writing is a real shit I won’t post it. I’ve doubted about other posts, but this time, I know for sure that I don’t like what I’m writing so I’m gonna need more time. I think I’ve found a new idea that could work, but I’m not positive about it so I guess I’ll let you know in the future.

For now, I’ll be catching up with all the stories I’ve been tagged in (which you can find in my side blog @alba-recommends ) and trying to write a new third part.

Please, be patient with me. I know I’m a mess, but I’m trying to fix it.

Love U! <3