I don't want there to be an ending; EndingsAreSad

       "Oh, hey Owen," you smiled, looking down to your notebook. Owen hitched a pausing sigh, his eyes flicking with quick thought before he grasped your arm and pulled you into the nearest room. 

        Shutting the door behind him he spoke before your confusion could, "I can't see you anymore, not as my therapist." 

         Puzzled, you parted your lips in thought. "What, why? Did something happen with Amelia, or di-" "No, no. Nothing like that. I just-" he sighed, his gaze deepening into your eyes. You gave him a look of inquiry. "I know your favorite childhood memory," he stated.          You shook with a short and confused laugh, "What? What does that have to do with anything?"        "I know your favorite place to go on the weekends. I know your favorite food, your favorite music. Look, (y/n), the point is... I know too much. About you,” he said slowly, taking a tender step closer to you, “about the way your laugh sounds and the meaning behind each of them, about the way your eyes shine when you feel real joy or interest." 

“(y/n) is a friend greatly close to me, Crowley,” Cas suddenly stated. Crowley clicked his tongue as his eyes scanned the magazines on the shelf.

“I wonder if they have Cosmos.”

“I do hope that your intentions don’t go beyond the realm of-”

“And I do hope your intentions with this probing little conversation don’t go beyond the realm of two amicable adversaries teaming up for a common cause,” Crowley lightly snapped. He took a small step closer to Cas, saying in a whispering tenor, “Now how about we ditch the Cosmos talk and take care of what we came here for. Hmm?” His eyes averted smoothly from Cas’ and focused ahead of him as he walked away from the thinking Angel.

“Come on!” a laughed escaped you as you tugged on Alex’s resisting sleeve.

“(y/n), I already told you! I’m not into the whole family gathering with small talk and patriotic appreciation crap that’s just an excuse to drink and eat poorly charred meat.” You rolled your eyes and tugged him forward until you finally came to a stop.

“Okay. You can open your eyes now,” you softly chuckled. Alex’s eyes shot open, expecting to be revealed to a crowed of people he wanted to escape. Although his eyes washed over a mound of trees and hills quarried below the train tracks that rested at the tip of his shoes. And to your side laid in the middle of the tracks were two chairs, a case of beer and some simple sandwiches. He looked at you gently and curiously. “The gathering and the meat are over there,” you said, turning around to point at the high hill that the party and the people celebrated behind; the smolder trailing above the grassy mound proved it. “And we are over here. The quietest place I know of, only with the best company,” you smiled.

        You grunted, languidly laying your worn body onto the extended chair. Alex glanced over at you while you were pooling in drowsiness. “What, a fourty-eight hour shift got you down?”

       Chuckling, you said, “With your rays of sunshine right next to me?  Pfft, never.”

       “Seriously, (y/n), you should go home, rest up. Pretty sure the hospital will stay standing while you’re gone.”

       “No time. I have a patient in critical condition whose family is counting on me. This is my bed now,” you grumbled.

       “Tell you what,” he let out a small breath, “you rest up, I’ll check on your patient, grab you a damn blanket and pillow, and I’ll wake you up when it’s morning. If you’re not up doing jumping jacks by then.” You internally smiled.

       “You’re an angel in disguise, Alex.”

“Shawn, you get all squishy for (y/n) every time she walks into the room. Just go ask her out!”

“Squishy? Cory, you really have to find a bigger vocabulary,” Shawn chuckled.

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“You talk about him all of the time, (y/n); there’s no denying your feelings for him!”

“Topanga, it’s complicated,” you sighed, walking faster to your class.

“Uhm, you like him, he likes you- converge!”

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“La la la la la! I can’t hear you!” Shawn sung as Cory briskly followed alongside him.

“Oh, yes you can!”

~~~

“Topanga,” you laughed. “I’m not doing it!”

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“Cory! Knock it o- oof!” Shawn’s sentence was cut short once he collided into someone else. Shaking his head back to realization, he looked up and saw you were the one he bumped into. “Uhh...”

       You froze as your gaze wandered deep into Shawn’s hesitant eyes. Cory and Topanga lifted their stare to each other, smiled with glee and then left you two alone.

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So I have been on a Grey’s anatomy kick for awhile and am very close to finishing what’s on Netflix. So long story short  

I need the opinions from you fantastic fandom people to let me know if Grey’s Anatomy imagines is something you’d like to see on here or not 

So is it a YAY

Or a NAY?

Light (not all the time though) nibbles on your ear lobe and following down to your neck and chest

He loves it when your hands firmly grasp his back, feeling the traces of your fingernails across his skin

Pressing up behind you at random times and driving you crazy with light touches and kisses until you both just dissolve into the moment

When feeling especially frisky and sensual he likes to gently and slowly peel away your underwear from your body with his teeth, looking up at you often because he likes to see the rapture in your face as he teases you a little

LoVEs the sound of your moans closely vibrating onto his chest and into his ear drums when he’s on top of you and your bodies are extremely close in the passionate act

Another thing he doesn't really talk about is when you start to massage his shoulders or neck, it drives him wild by the end of it and just wants to pull you closer to him. Though it was easy to catch on, seeing as how every massage you started ended with the same thing(s)

Drawing in a slow pensive breath, Gabriel never thought he would taste air as bitter as the aroma that lingered with your harsh absence. At least when he was caged away he had the living thought and image of you to run away to every now and then, to escape the cruel reality and wander lightly into the reality that was you; but even the solace he clung to for so long was lost and inhumed by the cold corners of the occult.

        “Gabe, we really-”

Pairing: Carl x (y/n)

Song: Uncatena by Sylvan Esso

Prompt: Prepared to go to military school your best friend Carl and you begin to show your truer feelings about each other.

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I feel you behind me ringing bowls right next to my ears Tone was so clear so that we all could hear when the water washed around us Salty; Holding us dear 

       “Military school?” you said. He nodded. You chuckled, “After not seeing you for a year while you’re in Juvey, going through your cornrow and gangster phase where you’re out in some obscure place half the damn time, now you just wanna up and leave?”

       “I think it’ll be good for me, (Y/n); after Nick and all the shit we’ve gone through... you know, maybe I can wipe the slate clean with this.” You exhaled slowly, your hair brushing your cheek as you let your eyes drift to the floor in a quiet thought. “Hey, it won’t be that long,” he told you, reposing his hand on your arm in an attempt of reassurance. “We’ll definitely see each other before you hit thirty.” 

       “Oh hahah, very funny,” you chuckled. “You better spend some fuckin’ time with me then if you don’t plan on coming home for the next few dozen holiday’s.” His smile simmered into poignant gaze as you let out a heavy sigh and slanted your head to the side as to hinder your suddenly leaden expression from him.