When You're Having Mental Breakdown But A Really Good Song Is On

Castiel (to Dean) : I brought something from heaven that reminds me of you.

(pulls out a stick)

Castiel : It's a feeling stick. Whoever is holding the feeling stick has permission to say whatever they are feeling without being judged. I'll go first. Um, I feel like I want to know what you're feeling.

Dean : (walks over and breaks the stick)

Castiel : Believe it or not, that is not the first time someone has broken my feeling stick.

(pulls out another stick)

Cas : I have a travel size.

Lilly : James?

James : Yes, Lily Pad?

Lily : May I speak to you for a moment?

Sirius : (under his breath; in a sing-song voice) Someone is in trouble.

Y/n : I'll let you know I drive a very hard bargain

Loki : I have a KitKat and 50 cents

Y/n : ... I'll take the coin

Y/n : LETS GO KILL SOME BITCHES

Natasha in the other room : that's not a good sign

Sam (thinking): Then he said something I never expected to hear.

Bucky: I don't like you.

Sam (thinking): Not that I totally expected that.

Y/N: I don't even like kids. They always have jam on their hands. Even when there isn't any jam in the house, they get jam on their hands. I can't deal with jam hands.

(Bucky and Sam are fighting)

Steve (thinking): This is bad. I got to stop this. I got to say something.

Steve (out loud): Banana Hammock.

Need Him

Stiles x gn!reader

A/N - this is my first Stiles x reader and also my longest fic so far. Sorry if it's not great I've kinda had it in my crafts for a while :)

Sighing in frustration you hung up your phone before focusing back onto the road. This is the third phone call you'd made to Stiles, and he still hadn't answered. You pulled into the street that the Stilinski's lived and took a deep breath to try and keep your tears at bay.

You and Stiles had been dating for a month or two now, but you weren't one hundred percent in the relationship. All you wanted was to stop holding back r

You were on the run; you might have to leave at any minute. But lately you had felt yourself become closer and closer with Stiles, letting your guard down, and you weren't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Tonight, you had gotten a text from an anonymous number. It was your mum, she was coming. Soon. You didn't know what to do. You had built relationships in the town and you didn't want to leave, but you didn't want to burden the pack with your problems.

The only person that knew about your relationship with your mother was Stiles. He found you one time when you were crying. It had been the anniversary of your father's death and you weren't at school, so Stiles came looking for you. He found you at your apartment in a ball on your bed crying.

Since then, yours and Stiles’ relationship grew. He was there for you. Which was making this whole situation even harder. You could stay here in Beacon Hills with the people you love, or you could leave to protect yourself and maybe even the pack. 

You just needed Stiles.

As you pulled into his driveway you began to call Stiles again.

"Hey this is Stiles, leave a message at the-“

You grabbed the key you have to the house from your car and made your way towards the door. As you were walking up you could barely hold yourself together. It seemed like everything was crashing down building towards an initial meltdown. 

You took a shuddering breath before pushing open the door to a dark house. 

You checked your phone to see the time was 1:16. You were mindful that the sheriff was probably asleep as you tiptoed through the house and up the stairs towards Stiles' room. 

When you open the door, it was dark like the rest of the house. The only light in the room was the moon through the curtains and his alarm clock with bright red numbers. You spot his sleeping face practically passed out.

"Stiles," you croaked out. His eyes fluttered a little bit before staying closed. "Stiles." you said a bit more forcefully.

His eyes opened slowly before seeing a shadowy figure at his door. He quickly sat up getting ready to scream, looking for his baseball bat.

"Stiles! Stiles wait, it's just me.”

"What are you doing here?" He asked and looked at the alarm clock next to his bed and turning a lamp on, looking at how late it was. 

You looked at him and his concerned face and saw how much he cared for you. The dam in your mind finally broke and everything finally came crashing down.

"I- I," you stammered looking for an answer as tears fell down your face. You looked at Stiles with a broken face and he got up from his bed and brought you into a hug.

"Baby what's going on." He asked with concern in his eyes, "has something happened, are you hurt?"

The concern that shown in his eyes made you cry even harder.

"I-, it's my mum. She sent me an anonymous text saying that she found me. And now I'm going to have to leave before she finds me, and I don't know what to do and I’m freaking out cause you’re my everything and I have to leave you.” You let out a shaky breath and he brought you into a tight hug. “But maybe I'm just to co-dependent and it's become unhealthy. But I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you, but I never want to put you in harm’s way ever. And my mind is so jumbled up I just don't even know what to think anymore."

You put your head in the junction between his head and shoulder not wanting to see his face. 

"Oh baby." He muttered, pulling you closer. “You complete me and I never want you to leave.”

"Please... Please just hold me." You brokenly whispered. Stiles pulled you even closer if that was possible and started walking towards the bed.

"C'mon it's late and you need some sleep. We can talk in the morning." He said in your ear as let you go to get under the covers. You pulled off your shoes before getting in as well and resting your head on his chest. You closed your eyes and Stiles ran his fingers through your hair. 

You could hear his heartbeat in his chest lulling you to sleep. And his evening out breath. You could tell he was asleep, but your thoughts were too loud for you to sleep. 

What were you supposed to do? How could you stay and potentially put the people you love in danger? But you didn't want to leave. You had finally built relationships around you. Finally, people to call friends. Finally, people to call family. And Stiles. You couldn't describe how much he meant to you.

You looked up at him. When you look at him you see his kindness, his ambition, his determination. You saw how devoted he is to his friends; despite all the challenges he faces he's always there for them... For you. 

You remembered all the time things had been too much. All the times you just couldn't do it anymore. The times you felt like you had no-one to turn to. And in those times you saw Stiles. Every time he was there for you, no matter what. 

Tears came to your eyes as you realized how much you loved him. You leaned up to press a light kiss to his lips. You loved him, everything about him. You couldn't leave him.

Dean : “I can’t believe I’m the sober one. That’s actually never happened before in my life.

Natasha : “If any of you cross me, I’m gonna kick the testicles clean off your body. Clean off. You’ll look like Ken dolls down there."

I don't think the supernatural fandom is ok

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