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Aos 26 anos, Phoebe Dallas é empresária e reside em Sunport. Phobs é frequentemente confundida com Lauren Cohan.

“Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies ,somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes.”

The Kaleidoscope eyes

A primogênita da família Dallas sem sombra de dúvidas é a mais independente e astuta entre todos os irmãos. Fez o estilo de clássico e clichê de garota rebelde que frequentava bares e festas. Porém, apesar de assim, os seus pais sempre derem mais atenção para ela do que aos seus demais irmãos. O seu favoritismo pelos progenitores que é nítido por todos, e por um tempo fez questão de esfregar esse fator na cara dos outros irmãos, apenas para deliciar-se com a indignação que isso causava nos seus irmãos. Só que é claro que dentro seus irmãos existe um que ela gosta mais de irritar, o que nesse caso é Lucy Dallas, sua única irmã mulher.

Na adolescência Phoebe começou a desenvolver uma espécie de competição com a irmã, para ver quem se se saia melhor, principalmente quando o assunto envolvia os relacionamentos amorosos dela. Se Lucy arrumava um namorado, Phoebe partia para cima, usando todos os seus dotes para tentar convence-los de que ela era a melhor da família, e não sua irmã mais nova. E esse sua tática nunca falhava, já perdeu a conta de quantos pretendentes roubou da irmã, Apenas um homem não conseguiu ceder aos seus encantos. Michael Brown diferente dos demais, ele sempre teve um quê de diferença entre todos os rapazes, de alguma forma ela o atraía de uma forma que ela nem era mesmo capaz de conhecer. Inicialmente era para ele ter casado com ela, e não com Lucy, era completamente apaixonada por ele só que o mesmo não queria casar-se com ela e só tinha olhos para sua outra irmã. Esse fator, só serviu para contribuir com ódio que ela sentia por Lucy. Só que no fundo, esse ódio desmerecido, vinha porque lá no fundo de sua alma, Phoebe morria de ciúmes da Lucy, ela considerava que a irmã era mais bonita, mas altruísta e sempre obtinha as melhores coisas da vida. Por esse motivo, ela costumava tratá-la tão mal. Outro irmão que tem o desprazer de conhecer esse lado de Phoebe, é o James, nunca concordou de ter um irmão bastardo, é pelo simples fato dele ser adotivo era motivo suficiente para que o mesmo sofresse em suas mãos sempre que era possível. O irmão que ela mais tem “afinidades” é o Blake, mesmo que ele não concorde nenhum um pouco com as suas atitudes, ela o considera o melhor da família, mesmo que ela nunca tenha comentando isso em voz alta.

Com os passar dos anos a morena se arrependeu das suas atitudes no passado e tenta constantemente o erro que cometeu com seus irmãos, principalmente com Lucy. Atualmente, ela é empresária, dona do seu próprio negócio, uma confeitaria.

Everyone has feellings

Primeiramente, pode se dizer que Phoebe não é Phoebe se não está fazendo algo diferente e insano por aí, coisas que qualquer um se recusaria a fazer por falta de coragem, por vergonha ou simplesmente por achar estranho. Mas não bastam dois minutos para você perceber como é bom viver intensamente. A morena ama entreter, ajudar e conversar com as pessoas. Sabe bem o valor de uma amizade, por isso nunca hesita em dizer o quanto alguém é especial, ou valorizar a pessoa. Sempre trata todos com o maior respeito e nunca, jamais, menospreza ou maltrata alguém. A menos, é claro, que você seja alguém que tenha maltratado a Phoebe  ou as pessoas em volta da mesma. Todos nós temos um lado sombrio, e você pode facilmente perceber o de Phoebe nesse caso: vingativa, maldosa, raivosa.

How does the city see you?

No fundo, Phoebe é apenas uma mulher insegura que tem medo de não ser suficiente para ninguém, ela não consegue desfazer-se da insegurança que carregou em si durante toda a vida. Tudo que na verdade é amar e ser correspondida, têm esperanças que quando isso aconteça ela pare de tratar os seus irmãos de maneira tão mal, porque a própria tem consciência de que isso não é um hábito nada saudável.

“Quanto tempo vai ficar experimentando roupas? Já lhe trouxe uma dez camisetas diferentes, como consegue não gostar de nenhuma?”

“São todas cafonas, cheias de glitters ou exageradas demais para o meu gosto. Não conhece nenhuma loja de roupas descente? Se me dizer que conhece uma que vende blusas de bandas ganhará pontos positivos comigo.”

Você pode, por favor, falar mais baixo? Minha cabeça está estourando.

“Tem certeza de que não está ouvindo vozes, querida? Porque até o presente momento não abri a minha boca.”

Title: Twice the love, twice the pain

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,098

Warnings: None (yet)

Summary: Moving in a new town, getting a job as the nanny of a lovely girl and yet you would have never imagined something like this would ever happen. On the first day of kindergarten and you get to meet two men that are bound to change your life for the best and worst at the same time. Nobody would have ever been able to predict the outcome of this meeting. For any of the three of you.

“And no matter what happens you two stick together alright? Just like daddy has taught you, yeah?” Dean spoke as he was kneeling in front of his little girls.

“Yes daddy.” they both said at the same time, nodding their heads as Dean chuckled; kissing both their foreheads.

“Always, ok? And when the one is in trouble-”

“We get in trouble together!” Mary said with a wide grin and Dean laughed at his daughter, ruffling her hair.

“True but- I was going to say the other will help. Alright?” he looked between his twin girls, from the blonde to the brunette as they both nodded their heads with wide grins.

“Yes daddy!” they said again unison as they rocked on their heels.

“Alright and-” he paused for a moment “If you get in trouble together just- try to get out of trouble together.” he tried to sound as fatherly as he could and say the right thing as well.

“Like you and uncle Sammy?” little Samantha (Sam) asked and he breathed out a laugh, ruffling her hair.

“Yeah, just like uncle Sammy and I would.” he nodded his head.

“Are we going to see him today daddy?” the blonde asked, having a particularly soft spot for her uncle.

“If you’re lucky, enough.” he chuckled “Your uncle’s usually busy but you never know. You might catch sigh of him around.” he fixed their matching jackets and schoolbags as they nodded their heads.

“Alright so one last thing-” he looked at them seriously “-What have we said about strangers?”

“Kick hard first, ask questions later.” they said firmly in unison but before Dean could say a thing a chuckled was heard from behind him.

He almost jumped for a moment and his back straightened. He got up on his feet and turned to face the person, slightly flustered but trying to keep his calm. He straightened his tie and sweater and cleared his throat.

“Is there a prob-” he was about to ask but the words got stuck in his throat the moment he locked eyes with… you.

“So, we’re uh, soulmates?” You awkwardly questioned, blushing as you felt Dean’s eyes studying you.

Title: Thirty Seconds to happiness

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared Leto x Reader

Warnings: Married Jensen (I guess, no disrespect intended!)

Imagine: Imagine leaving Supernatural because you fell in love with your co-star Jensen and couldn’t be together. Years later you meet again and it is obvious how he has always had strong feelings for you. Only this is you now are no longer single either.

The man that laid next to you was sleeping soundly, his bare chest moving up and down as he breathed in and out softly. He was so peaceful and at moments like this the only thing you wanted to do was stare at him. It looked like no worry bothered him and you wanted to cherish moments like this… especially when you knew you were the reason behind all said worries.

You hated doing this to him, you hated being the reason that those beautiful eyes were clouded at moments and that warm smile wasn’t as bright as it used to be. At least when you first met him. You didn’t want this to happen to him, not him of all people. Not to the man that brought so much happiness to others, you didn’t him to suffer this fate. But you couldn’t do otherwise.

You turned slowly but surely, careful not to wake him up in fear of losing this rare moment. You smiled softly, feeling your heart swell inside your chest as you watched him smile in his sleep. Maybe the bliss of the aftermath of such a night still had him forgetting everything. Everything that had him worrying at day. Some part you felt your heart soar inside your chest. You tried to show him the best you could how you felt about him and were glad that deep down he at least understood it.

You moved closer to him, moving your hand up to cup his cheek as his lips were half open. You smiled lovingly at him and felt the butterflies go crazy in your stomach when you heard him mumbled your name in his sleep. You ran your hand down to his chest and let it ret on his heart, the skin to skin contact making you feel every heartbeat. You let out a content sigh when memories of only a few hours ago started rushing. You bit your lips and shuffled, shifting your legs as you remember all the words he whispered when he kissed you, when he touched you and when he made love to you. Every time felt like the first one no matter how hard it was to believe.

You wanted to be guilty, you wanted to feel guilty so bad. In that way maybe you would pull away and maybe, just maybe, you would stop this. You would stop feeling about him this way and maybe, just maybe, change everything. Maybe, just maybe, you would stop hurting this man and finally give him the happiness he so deserved. Maybe you could stop being so selfish and hurt him during the day only to try to lessen the pain with kisses.

He never said it out loud but those, they spoke a thousand words to you.  Those eyes that were now staring at you, sleep still lacing them but a lazy smile forming on his lips.

“Hey” he said in a rough voice and you smiled sheepishly at him.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,395

Summary: Dean gets jealous when he finds out the reader has a date and he tries to tag along.

Lotion? Check.

Shaved? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Nails painted? Check.

Freaking the fuck out? Check.

Tonight you have a date. It’s not just a date, it’s a huge decision. It will either make or break your fucking world. Maybe that sounds a little dramatic but it’s true. It will completely alter your life and you’re praying it will be the outcome you want.

Mr. Luke Danes

Am I the only one who thought of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls upon seeing these gifs?

Dean Winchester x Reader

357 Words

No warnings, just a cute little one shot.

Dean walks into his bedroom, a huge grin across his face. That long hunting trip has him exhausted but he knew that you’d be on his bed, waiting for him with a warm smile and a friendly reminder why he came back to the bunker instead of finding a bar.

When Dean opens his door, he’s a little confused. Normally when he returned from a hunting trip, you were already dressed for the occasion, wearing some silky lingerie that you picked up before. Not this time.

He watches you, throwing your head back and laughing at something playing on his TV. This didn’t particularly bother him, it was just a surprise to see you weren’t waiting on him. Surely you didn’t forget.

“Baby?” Dean walks into the room and lets the door shut behind him.

You pause the show and look over, a grin still plastered on your face. “Dean! Oh, honey. I thought I would be caught up by the time you arrived. I’m so sorry.” A little pout appeared on your lips and Dean had to chuckle.

“What is it?”

“Gilmore Girls.” You smile happily, giving Dean the cue to leave. He watched that show with you before, though he could never get into it. Especially not with your little Luke Dane’s crush.

“Oh goodie.” Dean mumbles. “With backwards hat guy? I think I’ll go hang out with Sam.”

“You like backwards hat guy.”

“He looks ridiculous.” Dean argues.

“The hat is what makes him look so sexy.” You huff and get to your feet. “Fine, do whatever you want. I want ice cream.” You walk by him on the way out and let the door close.

Dean looks at the screen, where you at paused on Luke, backwards hat and all.

Sexy, huh… Dean walks over to his closet and picks up the blue hat he bought at a souvenir shop. He peers into the cap and thinks.

Your words took him over and he quickly puts it on, puffing his chest out and gazing into the mirror across the room.

“See.” You smirk behind him.

Request: I have an idea for your Christmas fics, maybe they all exchange gifts. Like what the siblings would give each other for Christmas             

A/N: I made this into an imagine, hope you don’t mind. I also made it a young version of the Winchester family. I’ll do one when they’re older in a one-shot or something. The reader is the youngest Winchester.

25 Days of Holiday Tales Masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

You groggily opened your eyes as you head Dean telling Sam to wake up and felt the bed moving from Dean shaking Sam. “Whas going on Dean?” You asked as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

Dean looked over at you with a large smile on his face, “Dad came with presents for us.” He told you.

At the word ‘presents’ you sprang up, all traces of sleep gone. “Sammy! Sammy you gots ta get up! Daddy brought us Christmas!” You squealed as you shook Sam before leaping out of bed. “Oh my goodness.” You said as you placed your hands on the side of your face, “Did he bring us the tree too?”

“Yes he did!” Dean told you, joining you on the couch while Sam got out of bed. Sam looked excited as he sat down next to you on the couch.

“Dad came back? Why didn’t he wake me up?” Sam asked.

“He tried, but you were sleeping like a log. He had to get back to the hu-work.” Dean corrected himself as he eyed you to see if you had heard him, thankfully you were too entranced by the lights on the small tree to notice. Sam however had heard it and gave Dean a sad look. After sneaking into dad’s journal the night before Sam had learned the truth about everything and had so many questions for Dean, but didn’t want to ask them with you around. “So he set this all up and headed out.” Dean finished.

“What did he get me?” You asked.

“Find out for yourself.” Dean told you, handing you and Sam a present. You ripped open the paper and squealed at the sight of the streamers you pulled out. Sam opened his gift, reveling in the moment of feeling normal, however it didn’t last long because he pulled out a barbie. Giving Dean an unamused look Dean tried to save it but he knew he was found out by Sam, who kept quiet for his sister’s sake.

Sam was silent for a moment, lost in thought before his sister saying his name grabbed his attention. “I gots you something Sammy!” You said happily as you thrust a picture into his hand, “I drew it all by myself.” You stated proudly as Sam looked at the stick figure drawing of you, Dean, and Sam all standing next to the impala.

“Thanks Y/N.” Sam said sincerely as he gave her a hug.

“I gots you something too De! Gimme a second.” You told him as you went digging in your school bag.

“Here, I want you to have this.” Sam said as he reached over and grabbed the present he had wrapped the night before for his father. He handed it over to Dean who tried to refuse it but Sam insisted. Dean opened it up and was thankful for the amulet necklace that Sam had given him. After promising to never take it off you walked back over to him and thrust something into his hand.

“If you never take Sammy’s present off you have to promise to never take that outta your wallet, okay De? It’s only fair.” You informed him while sitting next to him on the couch.

Dean looked down at what you gave him and he nodded his head, “I promise kiddo. I know exactly where it’s going.”

Dean kept his promise. He never took the amulet Sam gave him that Christmas off until he threw it away after learning it was a failing device at finding God.

However still kept his promise of keeping what you gave him in his wallet. It was a picture of you, Sam, and Dean on your first day of school. The teacher had taken photos of all the students who were dropped off by their parents and she had insisted on taking the photo of your brothers dropping you off. The photo was faded and worn down from being unfolded so many times but that didn’t matter to Dean.

All that mattered was that he had a picture of his little brother when he was 7 and his baby sister when she was 5, all three of you smiling and looking like the normal children you never got to be.

The Everything Tag

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25 Days of Christmas

-  Sharing books, and reading together

-  Having to buy double length blankets, because Sam’s too tall

-  Sleeping in on Sundays

-  Sam doing all the cooking, and getting you to taste so he can improve it against your standards

-  Picking up all the unhealthy stuff at the grocery store, and Sam putting it back when you aren’t looking

-   Laughing at stupid horror movies on TV

-  Taking a bath together, and Sam attempting to not get shampoo and water in your eyes but failing miserably

-  Playing music and dancing and Sam laughing at you

- Sam running around the apartment/house looking for his shirt just to find you wearing it

-  Sam meeting your large and slightly embarrassing family

-   Working out together in the gym across the road

Title: Sleeping in the Impala

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,098

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: The Winchester’s and the reader had just finished up a case and are headed back to the bunker when they run into a storm.

Sleepless Nights, Nightmares Return

A/N: Enjoy :) Feedback is always appreciated.

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  “I can’t believe we took out an entire nest of vamps and none of us got hurt,” you commented from the back seat of the impala. Sam let out a laugh while Dean shook his head with a smile spread across his cheeks.

  “It’s certainly a first for all of us, especially with a vamps nest that big,” Dean beamed. “I’m just looking forward to heading home to my bed.”

  “You and me both,” you winked, gripping his shoulder. 

  “Dean, are you sure we’re going to make it back tonight? This rain is getting worse the further in we drive. Maybe we should stop at a motel for the night?” Sam suggested. The rain was pelting the windshield hard, and you could hearing it hitting the roof of the impala. It was dark enough as it is and you agreed with Sam on heading to a motel for the night.

Doggy Dean

Requested Imagine: Season 9, the episode where Dean has the qualities of the dog. The reader starts rubbing his back and he starts kicking his leg like a real dog and the reader and Sam laugh at him for it. Make it short, please?

Dean, reader, Sam

Based off of season 9, episode 5; Dog Dean Afternoon

283 words

No warnings

“Dean, you just barked at the mailman.” You had to giggle. “Not very sexy.”

Dean grumbles, shifting on the bed. He’d been staring at the dog, for a good fifteen or so minutes, arguing here and there about nothing in particular. You’re perched on the chair, watching as the stare down continues. “He started it!”

“Dude…” Sam was trying his best not to laugh as he swung his foot from his seat. “Leave the dog alone.”

Dean glares at his brother and waves his hand at the dog, trying to get him to go away. He leans back on the bed, his feet still firmly on the ground. You watch the way his stomach rises and falls with his breathing.

“Awe.” You stand up and walk over, sitting beside Dean and running your hands through his hair. “Is the dog being mean to you?”

“Yes.” Dean huffs, moving his head to your lap and curling up so his feet were on the bed as well. The dog moves and watches, sitting just at the foot.

You stifle another giggle as you start to rub Dean’s shoulder and the back of his head. His foot starts to kick and shake the bed. This time, you couldn’t hold in the laughter, and neither could Sam. You both were sent into a fit, doubling over.

Dean shoves you away from him and sits back up, his mouth turned down in a frown. “Laugh!” He hisses. “It’s not funny for me…. I gotta pee.” He walks into the bathroom and stops. He glances outside, eyeing a fire hydrant just on the other side of the street.

Title: Nightmares Return

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,697

Warnings: Panic Attack, Nightmare, Fluff

Summary: The reader and Dean have grown close ever since that night that she spent the night sleeping next to him. The reader definitely has developed strong feelings for him, but does he feel the same?

Sleepless Nights

A/N: Had a couple requests for a second part. Will definitely consider a third if you’d like me to. As always, feedback is very appreciated!

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  His smile was contagious, even if it wasn’t directed towards you. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy course through your veins when you watched him flirt aimlessly with the tall, blonde chick sitting in the stool next to him at the bar. You didn’t want to feel jealous, you weren’t the jealous type; not really. But with how things were between you and Dean and how close you had grown, you couldn’t help it. In your mind, you wanted him to be yours and yours only. You weren’t going to stop him, not when he didn’t feel the same way about you.

  It was so clear that he didn’t. You had been sleeping in his bed three to four nights a week, nothing like that had ever come up. He had never flirted with you like he was with the girl sitting next to him. You were too shy to flirt with him, not seriously anyways. Sure you made the odd dirty joke or pick up line to make him laugh, but that was where the line ended. 

  “Why don’t you tell him,” Sam asked quietly into your ear so Dean wouldn’t overhear.