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"Gray...?" Silence... "G-Gray? Where are you?" (y/n) muttered, his dainty hands tracing the other side of his bed for a source of warmth but sadly there wasn't. That was all it took for (y/n) to know that Gray wasn't beside him. A sense of fear slowly began to build in him, as he tried to fight with his inner thoughts that it was alright. He was at home, he was safe here... Is what he would say any other day but not right now. Not in the condition he was in. (y/n) couldn't see a single thing, everything was just pitch black around him. He wasn't even sure if it was daytime or not, and that worried him. Fortunately, it was only a tempo

"Ah, finally! We're back in Magnolia!" Lucy shouted out with a sigh of relief. "Erza, what are you planning to do-Erza...?" "She stopped by the pastry shop minutes ago, after spotting a strawberry cake on display." (y/n) heeded her confused friend. "Of course..." Lucy shook her head and emitted a soft giggle. "But what about you, (y/n)? Aren't you gonna head back home?" "The trip to Crocus was really tiring. I think I'll rest at the guild before going back." (y/n) said, attempting to give the celestial mage a smile despite feeling weak from using her magic non-stop. "Me too! If Natsu and Gray were with us, they would've defeated those

"(y/n), where are you?!" A loud voice echoed through the walls of what a certain young mage called his 'home'. It was Gray. And obviously enough, he was downright pissed. The ice mage, hearing no answer, collided his foot on the door as it broke off its hinges. Gray walked around the shabby house, searching for any trace of (y/n). That was---until he found a big lump on a bed, its white sheets hiding the person beneath it. "There you are, little brat." The raven head said with a smirk on his features. "Get up already, Erza's looking for you." He commanded but no response was heard from the young man. This did a good job in spoiling Gray's

The sounds of typing filled the dim lit room. Only the bright screen of the computer served as light. You gave a tired sigh as you continued typing up the last few chapters of your work. Hours had passed since you've started but as much as you wanted a break, you couldn't. It was your job after all, and you never abandoned your work. You were a novelist. All of your written works were exceptionally popular around the country. As well as being given high ratings by critics and the like. To them, your novels were an epitome of "perfection". Even so, you still refused to believe them. A few seconds of  typing up a couple more words, you decide

"Dean, I told you, I'm fine." A look of irritation was plastered on your face. You were trying so very hard not to get mad but, with Dean asking if you were alright over and over again was getting on your nerves.   "Says the one who got injured," He countered back at you.   A few hours ago you, Dean, and Sam were on a hunt. When suddenly, you were attacked by a group of vampires. Unluckily for you, the heel of your shoe got caught in the deep crack of the cement floor while you were sprinting away. But the other two managed to kill the vampires before they got to you.   After dropping Sam off at a nearby motel, Dean drove you back to your apa

Silence…It was all that you could hear. Except for the occasional snoring coming from Dean, who was sleeping soundly next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist protectively.  You glanced at the digital clock on the side-table, it was three in the morning . You sighed, it was the fifth time this week that  you couldn’t get a wink of sleep.   After a few more attempts of trying to sleep, you decided to go to the kitchenette and fix yourself a drink. Taking a glance at the elder Winchester, you gently pried his arms off of your torso before silently descending to the door. A couple of minutes had passed. You were sitting

 You woke up to the loud ringing of a phone. Groaning, you try to block out the sound by nestling into the warm chest beside you. Still, it was a complete utter failure. You were sure that you left your phone at the coffee table of the living room so, you assumed it was Dean's. Opening your (e/c) eyes, you were face to face with the older Winchester, who was half naked under the white covers. Both of your faces were just mere inches apart. Of course, Dean slept like a rock, so he wouldn't have heard the phone. The ringing continuously went on and on as you sighed in frustration. With a bit of difficulty, you forcefully pushed Dean to the gr

The whistles of the wind picked up at a fast pace as the cold breezy air hit your pale face, your hair in a complete disarray. You were seated at the back porch of your home, a notebook in your left hand and a pen on your right. It was already night time, and Sam hasn’t arrived yet since him and Dean were on another hunt. It was a habit for you stay up and wait for him, even when Sam kept telling you not to. But of course, you were too stubborn to follow him. Seconds passed before you looked up from what you were writing and took in the dark scenery before you. Ever since your mother gave you a book full of classics you instantly too