#I’m sorry if anyone’s been reading my posts lately I’ve been a real grouch

[skyward-floored]

I might be writing something Christmas-y? maybe

[alexander-slander]

Song Fic Chapter one

Part one (1)

Okay so this is a little ten chapter thing that will be being posted in two parts for some chapters. Not sure how big the chapters will be.

Summary: College au. Characters singing to each other. There’s not much I can say without giving it away.

DISCLAIMER: None of the songs feautured in this story are mine!

TW:There’s no real warnings minor cussing I think can’t remember if you want to be tagged let me know enjoy!!

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Magnus and Camille

I was sitting in my loft thinking about everything that happened since I met her. We met back in high school. I was head over heels for her. I did everything I could to impress her. I even turned my back on my best friends Catarina and Ragnor.

After we broke up I said I was never going back to her. My friends didn’t believe it but they supported me. Last week was the last straw. I had to end it once and for all I was done playing her mind games.

I texted her asking if we could meet up at my place in an hour.

To Camille: hey can you come over in an hour we need to talk.

From Camille: Sure I’ll be there. ;)

I shuddered when I saw the winking face. I can’t believe I let her control me for so long. We were in our third year of college and I knew I was in a toxic relationship. I never let myself believe it though. I always pinned it off as a misunderstanding on my part.

Last week when I saw her harassing that cute shy boy from my drama class my blood ran cold. I walked right up to her and said, “Camille, sour patch, would you mind stepping away from my new friend he hasn’t done anything wrong to you.” She looked at me dumbfounded that I’d talked to her like that then I stepped in front of Alec I believe is his name. Then I said, “Also don’t bother stopping by tonight we’re done.” Everyone looked shocked. Yes I’d stood up to her a couple times before but nothing like this.

I grabbed Alec’s hand and dragged him to my favorite café on campus. Camille never liked this place so I didn’t get to come her often but luckily one of my friends worked here so she knew how to fix my drink.

I walked into the café and waved to Clary who gave a thumbs up and made two coffees. We sat down at a booth and we started talking. Clary came over and gave us our drinks.

“So Magnus, where’s Camille? She’s not taking one of her sick days. And no offense but you’re always glued to her side when she goes to class. So you hardly have time to stop by.”

I blushed sheepishly at that and bent my head. “Well my dear biscuit there is no offense taken because I am aware of my actions. Also I’ll have you know that I just publicly dumped Camille while she was harassing poor Alexander. For good this time.”

“One nice. Honestly I didn’t think you had the guts to do it in public. Second I’m not going to hold my breath on this being the last time I hear you’re dating Camille.”

Before I could protest she turned to Alec and asked, “So Alec besides the fact that Magnus just saved your life how do you know him?”

He chuckled and it was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “Good one Clare.” We both gave him a look that said ‘this is no joke.’

“Alec she can destroy your life on and off campus. You think that bully in high school was bad she’s worse.”

He looked petrified now. “Wait I’m confused how do you know Alexander?”

“Magnus this is Alec Lightwood my boyfriends’ brother along with my best friends’ brother.”

I was about to say something then she said, “Magnus I would love to keep talking but I need to get back to work. Sorry.” She said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Even though Alexander doesn’t seem like that much of an affectionate person she went over and gave him a hug.

A ding sound brought me out of my thoughts. That day was so clear in my head like it happened yesterday when in reality it happened a week ago. I downed my drink and answered the door.

“Magnus my dear, how are you?”

“Quit with the small talk Camille.”

“Always right to the point. Huh Magnus?” She smirked

“I remember when we broke up the first time

Saying, ‘this is it, I've had enough,’ cause like

we hadn't seen each other in a month. Because you said you needed space.

Then you come around again and say

“‘Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change.’”Remember how that lasted for a day?

I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you." We called it off again last week.”

“What are you saying Magnus?” She asked disbelief clear in her voice.

“I'm telling you we are never ever, ever getting back together. You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,

but we are never ever, ever, ever getting back together like, ever.

She stood there looking dumb founded. But I continued.

“I’m not really gonna miss us picking fights

And you falling for it screaming that you’re right

And you would hide away and find your peace of mind

With some indie record that's much cooler than mine. I called you up again tonight. So I could tell you this time we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together.”

“Magnus you can’t be serious.”

“Oh but I can and I am. I’m sick and tired of having you rule my life. And the way you treated Alec last week that was the last straw. What gave you the right to harass him like you did?”

“Magnus he’s different he doesn’t belong at our school.”

“Well you know what I think we should embrace our differences. Cause you know what I’m different too. I’m bi.”

She looked disgusted and shocked at the same time. “Did you really think I was a straight guy who wore make up?” I chuckled and walked over to the door. “Good day Camille I hope this is the last time we talk…ever.” I said gesturing out the door.

She sauntered out of the room and turned around but before she could say a word I slammed the door in her face. I sat down on the couch and started a group chat.

Glitter-mania added: biscuit, grumpyfell, NurseCatarina, the grouch, Angel

The grouch: Magnus what do you want?!

Glitter-mania: well good afternoon to you too.

Grumpyfell: Magnus to what do we owe the pleasure.

Biscuit: Magnus I love you but I’m working the late night shift at the café and I really need to finish this essay for my English class so can we please hurry this up.

Glitter-mania: well your paper can wait a little longer as I have news that you’re just dying to hear.

Angel: Uhhh…Clary? What’s going on here? Who are all these people?

Biscuit: oh hey Alec didn’t know Magnus got your number ;) Anyway Glitter-mania is Magnus. I’m guessing grumpyfell is Magnus’s friend Ragnor fell. NurseCatarina is our friend Catarina and I’m not sure who the grouch is.

The grouch: honestly red I’m offended.

Biscuit: Ahh now I get it hey Raph.

Glittery-mania: since all the introductions have been made it’s time for my news.

The grouch: Magnus if you don’t hurry up I’m seriously going to block you.

Angel: Now I understand why he’s called the grouch.

NurseCatarina: Hey guys. What’s up?

Biscuit: hey Cat glad you could join us. Also say hey to my friend Angel. It’s Alec Lightwood.

NurseCatarina: hey Alec nice to meet you.

Angel: …

Biscuit: sorry Cat he’s shy around new people.

NurseCatarina: it’s fine anyway what this big news that you have Magnus?

Glitter-mania: so you may have heard rumors about me publicly dumping Camille.

Angel: well they aren’t rumors since you actually did. I should know I was there.

Grumpyfell: we all know that you broke up with her a week ago.

The grouch: Magnus I swear if you tell us that you’re back together with that witch I am going to come over there and punch you in the face.

NurseCatarina: why is he in such a grumpy mood?

Glittery-mania: I’m not sure he’s been testy since I texted everyone.

The grouch: Magnus!! Hurry up or I’m going to come over there and punch you so hard you’ll be out for two days!

Glittery-mania: Alright, alright, so I called Camille over so we could talk. And before anyone says anything it’s not so we could get back together. I told her we are never ever, ever getting back together. Like ever.

Grumpyfell: Finally that witch is out of our hair for good.

Biscuit: hey can I add Jace, Izzy and Simon so they can hear too?

Glittery-mania: of course biscuit you know what I say the more the merrier.

Biscuit added the Idiotblonde, kickbuttfighter, starwarsnerd.

Idiotblonde: hey what’s up?

Starwarsnerd: hey fray what’s going on?

Kickbuttfighter: who’s all in the group?

Biscuit: Raphael, Catarina, Ragnor, Magnus, and Alec.

Glitter-mania named the group chat “celebrating”

Idiotblonde: so Magnus what are we celebrating?

The grouch: Read up and find out.

Private chat between starwarsnerd and biscuit.

Starwarsnerd: Fray who’s ‘The grouch’

Biscuit: Alright we really need to change his name. It’s Raphael.

Starwarsnerd: wait you’re telling me that I’m in a group chat with Raphael Santiago?

Biscuit: no I’m telling you that you’re in a group chat with Raphael Stevens. Yes that’s what I’m telling you.

Starwarsnerd: Omgomgomgomgomgomgomg.

Biscuit: Simon calm down

Starwarsnerd: …‘Panting’

Biscuit: Simon don’t you dare hyperventilate on me. I have an English essay to write and I’m working the late night shift tonight.

Starwarsnerd: …

Biscuit: for gods sakes Simon —————————————————————

To be continued!!!!!! That’s where we leave it for this part until next time enjoy! Comments are welcome if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask!!!!

[thewinsisterchronicles]

Safe or Smothered

Summary: Dean loves his family, there’s no doubt about it. He cares more than is healthy, if anyone was being honest. Of course, this sometimes leads to conflict; especially when it comes to his little sister.

Word Count: 2586

Warnings: swearing, mild gore (its literally just a bullet like if you can’t handle that then how do you watch the show smh)

A/N: hey guys! Sorry if I haven’t been as active lately but my keyboard doesn’t connect to my tablet and stuff:( but I remembered that this was in my drafts, so I decided to edit some of it and then post it. I’m sorry about the inconvenience!!! My keyboard should be fixed soon.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Dean growled as he slammed the motel door shut. “If you’d just listen to me for once then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“He was going to shoot you!” Y/N shouted, wincing as she landed on the leg with a bullet in it. “Do you honestly expect me to stand by while you get shot? I’ve seen you do it for me and Sam, so please, tell me: how is this any different?”

“It just is,” he grumbled, grabbing the first aid kit. “And you know it.”

“Oh, ‘it just is,’ he says,” Y/N called after him. “Good one, De. You should be a lawyer. Listen here, I saved your ass back there, and you’re acting- ah! - you’re acting like I’m dying.” Y/N panted as he dug out the bullet, his stony silence piercing the air.

“Listen,” she continued. “I get you want me to be safe, but there’s a difference between keeping me safe and smothering me.”

“Y/N,” Dean said gruffly as he tied a knot on the bandage. “This is the third hunt in the past month that you’ve gotten shot. I don’t even want to think about all those other times where you could’ve stayed safe if you hadn’t decided to do your own thing-”

“Which I only did to either protect you guys or to save the monster’s hostages!” she interrupted, trying to stand. She fell back down with an oomph!, waving Dean off as he started towards her. “I mean, okay, so there were a couple times were I probably could’ve thought it through more, but all those people are safe, so I don’t see the downside.”

“The downside, Y/N, is that I have to patch you up. And you don’t get to decide whether I’m keeping you safe or smothering you. I can do that well enough for myself, thanks.” He stood up, walking to the bathroom to wash his hands.

“Oh,” he called back heatedly. “By the way, you’re banned from hunting with me and Sam for the next… oh, I don’t know, month.”

“What?” she gasped. “You- you can’t do that!”

“Oh I can,” he barked, fuming. “And I am. Sorry, short stuff, but you’ve been too reckless.”

“I’ll get Sam on my side,” she challenged falsely. “He trusts me.”

“Fat chance.” He turned his back to her, still straining his voice. His loud voice muffled the sound of him ripping open his bag and gathering a bundle of clothes. “And we both trust you. We just don’t trust everyone else. So just drop it, okay?” With that, he slammed the bathroom door.

“I can take care of myself!” she screamed, livid. I could do so much better on my own, she thought. I’d be a better hunter if they’d let me do my own thing.

Y/N looked around the room, furious. Her bag was already packed (they had planned to leave soon after the hunt) and she wasn’t that dirty- minus the blood, which she could cover up with a change of pants. Angrily, she stood up, wincing at the long-forgotten bullet wound in her leg. Gathering her stuff, Y/N too one last glance at the room around her. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob. The shower turned on moments before she stepped out the door.

*3 months later*

Y/N flopped onto her bed, exhausted. She had been scouting out the vamp nest for hours, consuming nothing but granola bars and some piss-ass excuse for a beer. She glanced at her clock, reading 6:47pm, the sound of her stomach grumbling disturbing her thoughts. Sighing, she rolled over, grabbing her wallet and keys before stepping out of the motel room.

She walked over mindlessly to the vending machine, punching in the buttons and feeding the machine to get a bar of… something. She didn’t feel like driving all the way over to the diner. Grabbing her snack, she decidedly walked towards the bench outside the office. Sitting, she leant her head back, letting her surroundings take over. She listened to the sound of the breeze blowing past her ears, the footsteps on the gravel parking lot, the familiar engine slowly rumbling to a stop, windchimes tinkling-

Wait.

Her eyes flew open, only to be met with a beautiful black car. She watched, unmoving, as a tall figure stepped out of it. Stock still, she waited for him to look the other direction before bolting around the building, footsteps carrying her quickly to her room. She had to get out, now. Swiftly, she turned the corner, bumping into someone.

“Sorry,” she muttered, unfazed, as she made to move past him.

“It’s alri-” he stopped. “Y/N?”

At the mention of her name, she hesitated before turning to face her brother.

“Hi,” she said curtly. “And bye-”

“Y/N,” Dean said, pulling her tightly into a hug. “I thought- we thought you were- gone.”

“Well you better get used to it,” she pulled away fiercely, looking behind him. “I’m packing and leaving.”

“Y/N…” he said softly. “I get it, you’re angry. I was just trying to keep you alive-”

“What I was experiencing wasn’t living!” she exclaimed through gritted teeth. “It was just… not dying. I’ve been a better hunter since I left; stronger, faster, smarter. I haven’t lost anyone. And I don’t have some asshole telling me my mistakes when I clearly know them, making me feel like shit, because he thinks it’s a way to stop me from saving his life over and over again!” Panting slightly, she turned away, walking quickly towards her room. Dean’s long strides had him right behind her.

“Listen,” he said. “I didn’t think-”

“That’s your problem, isn’t it?” she grumbled, heading towards her door. “You don’t think. The thing is, though, I do get it; you were trying to protect me. But, like I said before, there’s a difference between safety and smothering. You took it too far and refused to hear me out. I’m just returning the favour.” She swung her door open, just enough to let her through, before quickly shutting it. Dean’s hand pounded on the door.

“Y/N,” he shouted. “Don’t be childish. I just want to talk.”

“That’s a first,” she hollered back as she shoved her clothes in her bag. Glancing around the room as she had long ago, she checked for any missing things. Thankfully, her room was on the first floor. There was a window opposite to the door she could climb out of. Without so much as a second thought, she swung her leg over the windowsill, tossing her bag on the ground. The window would have to stay up, that was no issue, but she’d have to get back to her car, and that wouldn’t work, not with-

Click.

The door swung open behind her, revealing a crouching Sam with eyes round as dinnerplates and Dean standing behind him, jaw clenched. A moment passed, and no one moved.

“Y/N-” Sam called out, rushing towards the window, Dean close behind. She had already turned the corner, thankful the car she’d stolen wasn’t too far from her room. Throwing her bag in the backseat, she clambered behind the wheel. Tires squealing, Y/N threw the car in reverse. She checked behind her and pulled out.

But Sam was in the passenger seat beside her.

“Sam!” she shouted, surprised. “How did you- what are you-”

“Park the car, Y/N,” he ordered. Y/N composed herself, taking a deep breath, before driving towards the entrance of the motel lot.

“You’ve got one chance to get out,” she warned with a low voice. “Or so help me Sam I will drive out to the middle of nowhere and leave you. So get. The hell. Out.”

“Nope,” he said plainly. “You’re going to turn this car around, get out, and talk to Dean about this. Then you’re going to come back with us.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” she grouched, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Because if you truly wanted to leave,” Sam spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “You’d already be long gone.”

Y/N looked out the window, clenching her jaw. It was true, of course, she missed them- hell, how could she not? - and she could’ve snuck away without any of them noticing if she had truly never wanted to see the boys again. And she could at least do it for Sam. He wasn’t the one she had a grudge against. Plus, she was kind of glad for the opportunity to rip Dean a new one…

“I hate you,” Y/N grumbled as she pulled back into the lot, parking her car. “Five minutes. Five minutes, and if he doesn’t convince me then I’m out. Got it?”

“Of course,” Sam sighed. “Just… give him a chance, would you? He’s been a wreck since you left.”

“Good.” Y/N stepped out of the car, swiftly walking to her room. She walked in, ready to give Dean attitude, when she saw everything.

The lamp was shattered on the ground, laying amongst all her research that now littered the floor. There was a dent in the bedframe from where Dean had obviously kicked it. He was now sitting on her bed, facing the window she had climbed out of. His face was in his hands, and his body shuddered slightly. She could hear his ragged breathing from the other side of the room.

“Dean?” she asked softly. His head whipped up at the sound of his name. His eyes looked startled, as though he didn’t expect her to come back. She certainly hadn’t expected it either.

“I, uh, came to talk. If you want-”

Y/N didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before Dean had her engulfed in a strong embrace. His body seemed to be trembling faintly.

Don’t do it, she thought to herself. Y/N, don’t do it.

Of course, after a moment, she wrapped her arms around him.

Damn it.

“Y/N…” Dean trailed off, pulling back after a minute. “Y/N, I didn’t mean- I never wanted you to- shit, you know I’m no good with words.”

“I know, Dean,” she said sharply, looking down and stepping away. “I know. Well, except for that night. You were real good with words; even got me to leave.”

Y/N didn’t have to look at him to see the heartbroken look he gave her when she pulled away, or the way his face broke when she said those things.

“Y/N-” he stepped towards her, and she scooted away from him. He swallowed.

“Look. I didn’t listen, I know that, but you shouldn’t have left.”

“I shouldn’t have left?” Y/N glared at him, arms crossed over her chest. “Are you saying that for me or for you? Listen, Dean, you’re only here for yourself, so stop acting like you care. You don’t want me back for me, and you’re doing a pretty piss poor job at convincing me to go back with you guys.”

“Y/N, please,” he begged, running a hand through his hair. “I-I know, I messed up. I should’ve listened to you. I just- I didn’t… Y/N, I need you back. I’m a mess and you know it, regardless of whether or not you were with us. Just ask Sam.”

“Your time is ticking away, Winchester.” She spat the name like it was poison. His face fell, but she kept her eyes glued to his. “So far all you’ve managed to tell me is that you’re a mess. So? You think I’ve been all sunshine and daisies? Life sucks- hell, it sucked ass even before I left you. My life is mine now; I do what I want, when I want, and the team always listens to me.”

“Team?” Dean asked, confused. “I thought you were solo.”

“My team is me, my gun, and the road, wherever the hell it takes me. It’s all I need. It doesn’t hold me back, make me do reckless things to protect it when it refuses to listen to me.” She glanced at the clock. “One minute, Dean. I’m not yet convinced.”

“Y/N,” his voice cracked. “I don’t know what else to say. What do you want from me? How can I make this right?”

“You could start by apologizing!” she screamed at him. He flinched at the sudden outburst. “Look, Dean; ever since you came in here, you’ve just been telling me what a mess you are, that you should’ve said something different. Guess what? I already know. I know your every move, every idiosyncrasy, every damn freckle on your body so well that I could pick you from a lineup blindfolded. You know how I know this? Because I spent so much time with you that I had no choice but to take it all in. You were my hero, Dean! Do you know what it’s like to have your hero berate you, belittle you, tell you that you shouldn’t have saved them or the victims? That they were reckless and stupid and rash? That shit tends to leave a fucking mark, Dean!”

“Y/N…” he trailed off. A few rogue tears threatened to fall down his cheeks, matching her watering eyes. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Whatever.” She turned away, sitting on the bed. “You’ve got twenty seconds. Persuade me or leave.”

“I’ll do anything,” he begged, kneeling in front of her. “You want me to listen? I’ll listen. You want to punch me? I’ll let you beat me black and blue. Please, Y/N, I am begging you, come back. If not for me, then for Sam. He’s sulking around, drinking almost as much as I am, and won’t even talk to me. It’s hell; trust me, I’d know.”

Y/N clenched her teeth, looking away. She wanted to come back- oh, she wanted to ever since her fingertips left the door handle- but she needed some sort of reassurance. She missed home, missed the impala, missed Sam’s quirkiness and love for learning and Dean’s smell of gun smoke and whiskey and cinnamon that lulled her to sleep when she had nightmares.

“Damn you, Winchester,” she laughed, blinking back tears as she looked at the ceiling. “Always had a soft spot for you boys.” Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, taking her hand in his, warily searching her face for any indication to stop. When he didn’t see any, he pulled her fully into his arms, smelling her scent of shampoo and vanilla and that weird beer she always insisted that they buy even though it wasn’t good for her.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled into her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she murmured into his ear, running her fingers through his hair. She wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, you are filthy. First thing you do when we get back is shower.”

“So…” he pulled back, searching her face. “Does this mean…?”

“I’m coming back,” she reassured. “But you gotta listen to what I have to say, and you definitely do not get to brush me aside or ignore me. And you aren’t allowed to get mad at me when I save your ass.”

“Y/N-” he started. She smiled, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, maybe you can get a little mad,” she grinned, standing up. “You’re cute when you’re in protective-big-brother mode.” It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” he replied, pulling her flush against his side. “Whatever. Just don’t go off on me- us like that again, okay? I can’t-” His voice stuck in his throat, his next words freezing where they were lodged in his vocal chords.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled softly up at him. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”