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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Silver

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2414 words

Warnings: none

Summary: A skinwalker imitating the reader, but she has one thing it never could.

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You weren’t shocked when you turned the corner to come face to face with yourself.

If you had been in the position of the skinwalker right now, perhaps you would have done the same thing. Replicating you would surely be the best way to get the best of Sam and Dean, at least, in theory.

From where they were standing, there was no real way to know which of you was actually you.

That point was only further proved to you when you heard Dean’s handgun click behind you.

One of you was the shapeshifter, and that was basically all he knew for sure. The only other thing he knew was that he wasn’t going to let it get away.

He was tired of skins.

“Dean, kill it” you ordered, gesturing over to the monster opposite you. In any other case, he would have done as you asked without question but given the circumstances, he couldn’t just do that.

For all he knew, he could have killed you if he listened to the wrong one.

Which was exactly what could have happened, because as soon as you spoke, the skinwalker took its opportunity to do the same. Almost immediately it began begging for Dean to kill you because you were the monster.

You knew that you had to figure something out quickly, before Dean decided to take his shot.

As much as the idea of accidentally shooting you terrified him, he was just as concerned about letting the skin go. You had been tracking it for days, and it had already killed so many people, not killing it wasn’t an option.

Thankfully, just as you were starting to give up, you had an idea.

For the most part, the shifter had copied your appearance a hundred percent but there was something it couldn’t have had.

Not only would it literally be a problem for a creature like that because of what it was but it couldn’t have known about it. The skinwalker hadn’t gotten quite close enough to see what you were hiding.

It was perfect.

Right here, around your neck, was the one thing in the world that could distinguish you from that freak wearing your face.

“Dean, look at me baby, look!” you called, making sure that no matter what the creature said, you were louder, clearer through the fog of it all.

This was a lot at once, but once he saw what you had, it would all be over.

It had to be.

His attention snapped to you immediately, keeping his laser focus which only faltered for a second when he saw what you were holding up for him to see.

The metal sparkled back and forth on the edge of the chain, which made it impossible not to catch his eye.

It was a ring, a pure silver band he’d given you a few summers ago.

It was a gift, albeit one he hadn’t actually expected you to keep. Though, he was glad you had, because it was serving you well right now. If it hadn’t been for that, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

As soon as the presence of that gift registered in Dean’s mind, and the meaning clicked for him, the gun went off. The silver bullets he’d loaded into that gun earlier pierced the shifter over and over until he’d emptied the clip.

In fact, he didn’t even move until he was sure the skin was dead and gone.

“That son of a bitch could’ve made me kill you” he muttered, walking alongside you back to the impala, obsessing over every little difference between you and the shifter that he should have seen earlier.

He was going to make himself feel bad about it, of course, now that it was after the fact but you knew the truth. There was relatively no difference between you and the shapeshifter, that was how it worked.

He couldn’t have known it was you, not without a little help.

“Don’t beat yourself up, I couldn’t have known any better than you if the roles were reversed” you assured, a soft smile on your lips as you bumped the male with your shoulder.

Maybe you liked to think it would be different but you knew better than that. That was why the shapeshifters did what they did. That was how they survived, and how they kept going, not much different than you.

All they did was what they were designed to.

They were meant to be hunted, just as you were meant to be a hunter.

“Yeah, you're probably right” Dean huffed, though he said it in the way that he always did when he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. He didn’t really believe it, even though it had just happened.

You would know who he was, even if one of those freaks strapped on his whole meat suit.

That was why you kept that piece of junk in the first place, which reminded him. Dean had no idea that you would have kept that ring he gave you, especially not after all this time.

It didn’t make sense.

“I didn’t know you still wore that thing” he commented, gingerly taking hold of the ring on the end of the chain, which you had put back around your neck after leaving that horrible place.

For the most part, it never left your person.

For you, it was the first thing that Dean ever gave you and it was so much more than just a ring he’d bought off of one of the hunter’s wives you’d run into on the road. It was a symbol of how much you’d done together, and how much he cared.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it, even after all this.

“Why wouldn’t I? You gave it to me, was I supposed to just throw it out” you teased, snatching the ring back from him and tucking it back into your flannel. You should have known he would act like this when he found out.

Knowing him, he probably assumed you got rid of it as soon as he gave it to you. Maybe if you had, he wouldn’t be so smug about it right now.

“I don’t know, it just isn’t the kind of thing I thought you’d keep is all” he shrugged, still walking with you, a strange sort of change in his demeanor catching you off guard.

Something was bothering him, something you couldn't have really understood, even if he told you.

In Dean’s eyes, it was different.

That was a little piece of silver, and as far as a gift from your partner went, it was hardly the quality of gift that you deserved. Hell, he would have given you the hope diamond if he could, because that was a much more fitting present.

Compared to that, and everything else you deserved, this little trinket was hardly a scrap of anything.

It was kind of a joke from his perspective, embarrassing that you had kept it this long when it was barely a fraction of what you should have had.

You could have had a family, a couple of kids, and a golden retriever. You should have had all those things and so much more but he couldn’t give you that. This life couldn’t give you that, and he hated it.

...but he wasn’t about to let you go either.

This might not have been what he wanted to give you, or what he thought you deserved, but for what Dean did have, he’d given you everything. You knew that, better than anything, and that was why you kept it.

“Yeah, well I’m not giving it up, so tough luck” you shot back, climbing into the backseat of the impala.

Normally, you liked to ride shotgun but Sam had already sat in the back the whole way here. You didn’t want him to have to do it again for however many hours it took you to get to the next motel.

Besides, if you sat in the back now, you could get some rest before it was time to unload all your duffles and stuff into a new room.

A few extra hours couldn’t hurt.

“So, what’s the deal with the ring?” Sam wondered, breaking up the silence between them in the impala just enough.

All this time, they had been sitting in relative silence, with the exception of your soft snoring and the lull of the road.

He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to interrupt that just to ask about something Dean clearly didn’t want him to know about. If he wanted him to, Sam would have heard about it or seen something before now.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you three had been on a hunt together, after all.

It just hadn’t come out before.

“Sammy, it's not a big deal, don’t worry about it” he groaned, fully aware that no matter what he said, his brother wasn’t going to just let this go. Sam loved all that mushy, lovey dovey crap, and he was always asking about how you two got together.

It was before him, and he constantly wanted to know how it happened. He couldn’t help himself, Sam was a romantic at heart.

“It looked like a big deal to me, just tell me about it” he tried, hoping that would finally sway his older brother, and luckily for him, it seemed to do the trick just fine.

Truth was, Dean had been thinking about that stupid ring since he saw it again and maybe telling the story could be a good time. He hadn’t thought about it in forever, and it was a pretty good story.

“We were hunting this poltergeist a few years back with dad, and we ran into a couple that used to hunt together,”

“They were retired by the time we found ‘em, real rare for hunting types, but anyway, we stayed in their cabin for a couple nights, right?” Dean started, only glancing over at his brother a few times as he talked to make sure he was paying attention.

Sam nodded, that sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in this business, though it was more rare than just staying in the back of cars or in cheap motels that didn’t do background checks.

John certainly wasn't a huge fan of spending time with other hunters but he wasn’t a complete stranger to taking help when he needed it.

“Well, Y/N fit right in, like she always does and made friends with the old guy’s wife” he grinned, recalling the way you’d immediately taken to the two of them, even against John’s every suggestion.

You always got attached, even more so when he told you it wasn’t a good idea.

You took to them so quickly, asking about their grandkids and how they managed to make it all work even with a life of hunting. For you, hunters that were nearly in their sixties seemed like an oddity and you just wanted to learn as much from them as you could.

It wasn’t everyday you got to meet such interesting folks, after all, and being around them gave you a new sense of what being a hunter meant and what it could be.

Even now, he thought that trip must have been one of your favorites.

“Long story short, this lady made jewelry and I could tell she liked it, so I bought that ring off of her, and I guess she never took it off,” he shrugged, finding that this story, albeit one of his favorites, wasn’t that long.

At its core, itt was just a ring.

It served you well today, because even in arts and crafts, hunters couldn’t help but use monster killing material but other than that, it was a trinket more than a promise of anything.

You knew that just as well as Dean did but you didn’t care about that. The material object had never been your focus, for you, the ring was more about what your future could be like if you kept at it.

For all you knew, you and Dean could end up just like Elliot and Bonnie had in forty years or so. That ring was a brilliant reminder of all that, and you weren’t about to toss that away, no matter how trivial it may have seemed to him.

It meant too much for something like that.

“So, you bought her a ring?” Sam clarified, making sure that he got the gist of the story. All in all, it was very you to grab on tightly to such a real idea and it made even more sense to Sam that you kept it.

Dean didn’t ever get into stuff like this before you, and he hardly got into it now that he had you, but you always had.

You were much more sentimental in that regard.

“Yeah, I guess I did”

He had never thought about it before, but that was exactly what he’d done. Dean Winchester bought you a ring, and you’d kept it all this time because you loved him, and he loved you too.

That was what mattered.

This whole time he had been too focused on the fact that the ring he’d bought wasn’t the kind of ring he dreamed about but you didn’t care about that at all. The ring he’d bought was the ring you wanted because it was from him.

That was all that mattered to you.

“You know, it isn’t that rare for hunters to stay together that long. You two could retire too, some day” Sam whispered, his voice much softer this time.

He wasn’t completely sure if he wanted to say it but he couldn’t help himself.

It was true.

There was no reason that you had to be any different than those two were, living in their cabin, and taking in younger hunters who needed a place to sleep for the night.

It was a respectable life, and much more attainable for you and Dean than any apple pie life could be. You weren’t the picket fence type but maybe you were the making silver jewlery and bullet casing kind in retirement.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind Sammy” he hummed, his eyes flicking up to his rearview mirror where he could see you, curled up in the backseat, as peaceful and happy as ever.

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because-imma-lady-assface · 6 years

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Troublemaker

Dean x Reader

A/N: So, I got a new mascara yesterday and when I looked the box over this random idea popped in my head. So, you get a little fic-a-roo for your Friday night! Thanks to the wifey @impala-dreamer for the look over. You’re the best as per usual.

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None.

When all was said and done, the hunt over, the monster disposed of, the three of you decided to stay in town for the day. Sam had discovered a tiny bookstore tucked away on Main Street during his canvas when you first reached the town. A restaurant with a sign that boasted “All Day Breakfast and 32 Varieties of Pie Daily!” caught Dean’s eye. You decided to take advantage of being in a town sizeable enough to house a mall with a wide array of stores.

Shopping was rarely high on your priority list, but there was always something you needed. The blazer you usually wore with your FED suit had been sliced by an angel blade a few weeks ago, Sam was in desperate need of socks, Dean needed a new pair of dress shoes, so on and so forth. Not to mention Dean’s birthday was coming up, and a mall like this was the perfect opportunity to find him a special treat. Well, you’d be wearing the treat, but it would definitely be for him.

After you’d finished with everything you came for, you found yourself wandering the aisles of an Ulta Beauty, marvelling at the seemingly endless varieties of makeup, hair, and every other kind of beauty product imaginable. A display full of mascaras caught your eye, and you grabbed the one with the prettiest looking box from the shelf labeled “NEW WONDERS!” and made your way to the register. Mascara seemed a fuck-up proof way to dabble in makeup that didn’t come from whatever drug store you happened to find on the road.

Dean was at the motel by the time you made it back. From the looks of it he was well on the way to a breakfast food, pie combo coma. Grabbing the Impala’s keys off the table, you put most of the bags directly in Baby’s trunk. The only one you brought in was the small, bright orange Ulta bag that held your mascara. That you tossed in the bathroom by the rest of your things and made your way back into the main area of the room.

“I could’ve come and picked you up.”

“I know. I was fine taking a cab though. Have you heard from Sam?”

“Yeah, he texted me awhile ago. He’s digging in moldy books.” Dean answered while moving over in the bed, making room for you as you approached. “Said to call if we go eat later.”

“Mmmkay” You snuggled in next to him, easily forming your body to his. “Let’s take a nap first. Shopping is hard.”

Dean kissed your forehead, smiling when he pulled back. “God yes. I’ll need a nap before I can eat again.”

You woke to Dean’s phone ringing, well Dean rolling over you to reach his phone on the nightstand.

“Yeah...ha haaaa nice work Sammy!” You gave him a puzzled look and he waggled his eyebrows at you. “So this a whole Belle thing? Sexy bookworm?” You could hear Sam telling him to shut up through the phone. “Alright, alright. Yeah don’t worry about it. We’ll manage without you...hey, Sam?...Just remember the quiet ones are always the freaks.”

“He hang up on you?”

“Yes! Can you believe that?”

“Yes.”

“So, what’ya say? Wanna go on a date with me?”

“Why, Dean Winchester! Are you askin’ me to go steady?”

“Yep. Might even let you wear my letterman jacket later.”

You smiled and stole a quick kiss before pushing him up so you could get ready. “Give me twenty to change and throw something on my face?”

“Can I have the bathroom first? Grab a quick shower?”

“Absolutely not.” You rolled your eyes at Dean when he pouted. “It gets all steamy and then I can’t see. I’ll be quick in there I promise.”

You quickly did your thing, actually excited to test drive your new mascara. Taking it it out of the slim box, you swept the wand through your lashes. Tossing the tube back in your small makeup bag, you made your way out before Dean could get restless about you taking too much time.

You were just pulling on a new pair of jeans when Dean came out of the bathroom and stalked toward you. You hadn’t even heard the shower turn on, figuring he forgot something you didn’t pay much attention until he spoke.

“What’s this?” The empty box from your mascara was in his hand. He couldn’t seriously be mad you forgot to throw it away, could he?

“Umm...I got a new mascara today...I must’ve forgot to toss the box. Sorry?”

“Dinner’s gonna have to wait.” By now he was right in front of you, he grabbed your waist pulling you flush against himself. “We need to test this out.”

“Wait, what?”

“It says right here, that ‘Troublemaker lashes are super fat, super long and sex proof. Holds up in hot and heavy situations’ Now, your eyes look beautiful. They always do, so I don’t know if this stuff made your lashes any longer than usual. But,” He let the box fall to the floor, and licked his lips. “I think that we would be remiss if we didn’t test out if it really is sex proof.”

“Is-is that so?”

Dean didn’t say anything, he just smirked and nodded his head.

“You think you can prove the good people at Urban Decay to be liars?”

“Oh, baby I’m pretty sure I can give them one hell of a run for their money.”

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 3 years

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Nightmares

(Credit: Pictures from Google. Font and template from PicsArt. Edition is mine.)

Summary: You woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, your boyfriend is there to give you comfort. Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Square fill: Jensen Ackles for TMAS // Night Terrors for SPN Mixed Bingo // Lullaby for Any Fandom Fluff Bingo // Bed Sharing for Make Me Feel Bingo // Cuddling for Winchester & Beyond Bingo Warnings: End of Supernatural (mention), The Boys (mention), night terrors, nightmares, drowning, suicide, attempting suicide, anxiety, depression, Word Count: 933 A/N: I mean no harm to Daneel and their kids. I love that family but for the intention of this fic Jensen is dating the Reader. PS: I just want to thank to the people who was with me when I experienced this nightmare. It was an awful feeling and they helped me to go through it. I love you with all my heart.

Since Jensen ended up filming Supernatural and until he got notified when it was scheduled to start filming The Boys, you were under a lot of stress. You were aware of how Jensen felt about the ending. While you being a fan of the show since it started, the ending hurt you a lot. And to all that, working while doing quarantine was stressing you out even more, and let’s not forget about your anxiety and depression that were with you since you could remember.

It was difficult for you to deal with everything. The big factor of this was not speaking, you were so used to not speak that it became natural. You thought that keeping everything to you and not bother Jensen with what you’ve been going through was going to help, and it wasn’t anything simple. You’ve been dealing with insomnia, stress, your anxiety has been difficult to manage, you’ve had difficult times with your depression. It was a lot to deal with, and you were capable enough to do it on your own or that’s what you thought.

One night, during movie night with Jensen, you’ve fallen asleep on his lap. Jensen covered you with a blanket and he kept watching the movie. Half an hour later, you woke up crying and sweating, Jensen thought you’ve got a nightmare, but a minute later you were asleep again. He didn’t know what was that. He did some research that night and reminded himself to ask you the next day.

The following day at breakfast, Jensen saw the open research on his phone and remembered what happened the night before, and decided to ask you about it.

-Baby, last night you woke up after falling asleep on my lap. Did you have a nightmare? Do you remember anything? -Nope, I don’t remember having dreamed something — you said — why? -Well, last night half an hour after you fell asleep, you woke up sweating and crying and a minute later you fell asleep. -I don’t remember — you admitted -I did some research and they are called night terrors, it’s pretty common in kids but some adults experienced it. It said that having anxiety might trigger them. Is there something you’re not telling me? — he asked -Honey — you said coming closer to him — I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It’s probably nothing — you said assuringly Jensen seemed to relax after the talk, but you didn’t. You’ve never experienced them but it sounded scary. That day you tried to do some activities that you knew were going to help to ease your anxiety. Well, you tried and seemed to work but you got more stressed when you finished your work shift.

That night, you went to bed scared because you didn’t want to experience another night terror. Jensen got into the bed you shared and cuddled you. You relaxed in his embrace and let his heartbeat lulled you to sleep. -Y/N, baby, wake up — Jensen called you a few hours later You sat up and started to cry, your breathing labored and your heartbeat racing. Jensen put a hand on your arm and you positioned your body next to his, letting his warmth relaxed you a little. -It’s okay, I’ve got you, it was just a nightmare — he calmed you Once you'd stopped crying, Jensen handed you a cup of water. -Better? — you took a deep breath and nodded You knew he was going to make you talk about it. He knew you were stressed out and he was letting you take your time to talk about it. -You want to talk about it? — you took a deep breath -I committed suicide. I attempted to kill myself — you said and started to cry again -Hey, it’s okay. It was a nightmare — he tried to calm you again — Do you remember how did you want to do it? -I jumped to the sea and took a deep breath under the water. I could feel the water engulfing me and my lungs getting filled. It was scary -I cannot imagine, baby, but you’re safe, you are here with me. — he assured you -But someone saved me. Someone jumped into the water after me, I could feel the strength of their arms pulling me away -Darling, you’ve been dealing with a lot of things. I noticed how stressed you are, I noticed when you are a little more depressed and I cannot do anything to take that from you. It hurts me seeing you like this, I wish... You sat in the bed, interrupting his speech. You intertwined your fingers with his and looked at him in the eyes -It was you, Jay, you saved me Jensen dried a tear that fell, kissed your temple, and hugged you -I’m always going to save you when you feel like you’re drowning. Don’t you ever forget that — he said

He pulled the two of you inside the bed covers and started to sing a lullaby for you. He could feel your racing heartbeat and he knew that his singing relaxed you. When he felt your heartbeat calming down, he gave you another kiss on your hair.

-I know it’s so hard for you, but please, talk to me. I know you don’t want to bother me, but I’m here for you — he said and kissed your lips -I love you, Jay. -I love you too.

You kissed his jaw and let his warmth and love relaxed you making you fall asleep again.

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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1541 Followers Celebration!

1541 because every follower is important to me. Every person had their finger on making this blog what it is: the people that were too shy and sent anonymous requests, the ones that just talk to me in dms, and those who always like my posts. But of course, a special thanks to the ol' followers and the ones who always reblog and comment. You guys are the love of my Tumblr.

It's been a long journey, some hiatus and so many changes. I marvel at how some of you guys stuck with me through all the phases of this blog. But hey, let's get to the fun business!

I'm hosting my first challenge. All the prompts and music are from Taylor Swift's new album folklore, that just fits so much in spn... But will be open for more fandoms as well! Why am I still talking? Just check it out!

Rules:

You can write based on song or pick the prompt (or both).

Send me an ask or dm to claim your prompt and say what you are writing for. Ex: prompt number 7, Dean x reader.

Fandoms: mainly Supernatural, but also open for Marvel & DC (RPF included).

Tag me on the autor notes and use #starburstsnewmilestone

Fluff, gen, smut, angst, crack: your choice! Just tag accordingly.

No max words, minimum of 500.

You don't need to be following me, but I'd be grateful since it's a followers celebration.

NO underage or water play.

Deadline is November, 5 (before SPN ends because I know we all will be crying)

Prompts:

the 1 or “You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.” taken by @superbadassnatural!

cardigan or “I knew you'd come back to me.” taken by @bi-danvers0!

the last great american dynasty or “She had a marvelous time ruining everything.” taken by @jawritter!

exile or “I can see you staring, honey. Like he's just your understudy. Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me.” taken by @deansblackbeauty!

my tears ricochet or “You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same.” taken by @baconcheeseburger!

mirrorball or “Hush, I know they said the end is near.” taken by @ladyofmaidensandwine!

seven or “Your dad is always mad.” taken by me!

august or “Meet me behind the mall.” taken by @msmarvelouswinchester!

this is me trying or “Pouring out my heart to stranger, but I did not pour the Whiskey.” taken by @holylulusworld!

illicit affairs or “Don't call me kid. Don't call me baby. Look at this idiotic fool that you made me.” taken by @negans-lucille-tblr!

invisible string or “Cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart, now I send their babies presents.” taken by @itsangelpie!

betty or “The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you.” taken by @deansmyapplepie!

mad woman or “And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry. And there's nothing like a mad woman.” taken by @bcr36!

epiphany or “Some things you just can't speak about.” taken by @samskia-writes!

peace or “Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?” OPEN

hoax or “You know it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart, but what you did was just as dark.” taken by @blue-lion1!

the lakes or “I don't belong. And, my beloved, neither do you.” taken by @deanmonandnegansbitch!

PS: Preference is reader insert fics, but you can write for some couples as: Dean x Cassie, Dean x Lisa, Sam x Castiel, Sam x Anael, Anael x Ruby, Jensen x Jared, Dick x Kory, Kory x Babs, Jason x Roy, Bruce x Diana, Clark x Lois

Tagging people that might join/signal boost: @demonhunterbarbie @bi-danvers0 @kalesrebellion @ladyofmaidensandwine @msmarvelouswinchester @deansrightfulangerissue @superbadassnatural @deansmyapplepie @deanmonandnegansbitch @deanwinchesterswitch @negans-lucille-tblr @holylulusworld @anathewierdo @jay-and-dean @carryonmywaywardbucky @baconcheeseburger @deansblackbeauty @talesmaniac89 @i-sing-for-me @samskia-writes @amanda-teaches @hellscrown @that-winged-rat @impala-1979 @crispychrissy @22sarah08 @mummybear @roonyxx @deanwanddamons @squirrelnotsam @mila-dans @huntertales @alleiradayne @jawritter

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negans-lucille-tblr · 3 years

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Hey bee congratulations on making 7k followers. I would love to take a part in your writing challenge. I noticed that crossovers are allowed and I was wondering if I could do a crossover with spn and tvd.

Most likely Damon Salvatore x Winchester Reader

I would like to choose the prompts

★ Damon Salvatore

★ Enemies to lovers

★ Praise Kink

Thank you 😊

Thank you 🥰😍Awesome! Yes, go wild!! It sounds super interesting!! I am so looking forward to reading it!

Bee’s 7Ks of the Week Writing Challenge

ps. Half the spaces are now taken!

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winchester93 · 4 years

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While supernatural may be coming to an end, we all know it’ll stay in our hearts forever. To all my SPN writers, please don’t ever stop writing your ff! We need them now more than ever!

PS I never get tired of “Dean x reader” fics💛

#spn #supernatural #jensen ackles #dean winchester #sam winchester #spnforever

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amanda-teaches · 4 years

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Hi there. First and foremost, congrats on the followers. I’d like to write “Mind if I cut in?” With Dean x Reader. SPN of course. Thank you so much. Ps: I’ll never forget it was you who showed me how to put my masterlist in my bio. 😘

Oh my gosh, memory lane! I knew back then you were a sweetheart, Zeta, and I was totally right. Thank you! And, you got the prompt!

Writer + Reader Challenge

#challenge entry #waywardbaby #Amanda answers asks

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marvelouswritee · 5 years

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Play the Game 2

Roger Taylor x Reader x John Deacon

GIFS: @msmarvel

Summary: Trying to move on from Roger, you went to the pub and found a solution! You then realized you didn’t want Roger anymore. But, Roger still wants you.

PS: I changed the title because I was listening to the song ‘Play the Game’ and I realized how much it relates to the story. Not revised so sorry for any mistakes discovered.

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You excused yourself to Freddie, announcing that you’ll be leaving early. “Tell Roger that he doesn’t have to worry about me,” you said as your eyes watch him with a girl plastered on his lips, her dark red lipstick smeared to the sides of her lips. Freddie followed your gaze and pitied your feelings for Roger.

“Oh, dear,” he caresses your shoulders, “I’m sorry about him. I know what you are feeling for him and just seeing him flirt with others- Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe give him a hint?” Freddie, even when you just met him, is the only person who saw through you. The only person who saw your hidden feelings for Roger and didn’t make fun of you for it. Unlike others, who will protest that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend.

“No, Fred, that’s alright. Remember the incident I told you over the phone? Back when you guys are on tour?” you reminded Freddie which suddenly remembered it like it was yesterday- vividly.

“Yeah? Did you talk to him about it?”

“Yeah,” you disappointingly sigh, “He said it was just a kiss. Nothing personal.” Freddie is all sympathetic about your now complicated relationship with Roger. However, no matter how many hints Freddie gave Roger, he never catches it- failed to understand it. You said farewell to Freddie, who gave you a small wave, and your eyes landed at Roger again. Still in locked lips with a brunette- thinking he will never kiss you like that. Behind you were John, painfully watching you watch his mutual enemy. He saw it all. That whole night, his focus was only you. Your focus was just someone else.

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It’s a quiet night at the pub. The usual piano man sitting, playing a melody, singing into the microphone. You let the breezy air in when you entered- one of the many people that’s broken hearted who entered the pub. You sat by the bar, ordered the usual, and positioning yourself lumpishly. There’s a man, tall and broad, just a seat away from you. You didn’t notice him, but he did.

“Sad night?” he approached you, sliding down next to you as you sip your drink, the alcohol already running through your body. His powerful scent- alcohol, and cigarettes- gave an irritating effect on your nose. “Mine too.”

You were about to reject his starting conversation but you took a look of him. You are now astonished by his handsome looks. His smooth face, perfectly shaped face, piercing blue eyes, and ruffled brown hair. “Um,” you stuttered from the attractive man talking to you, “Yeah. Sad night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked so gently like he had the intention to care. You hesitated to tell your love life to a random, handsome stranger. Nonetheless, you needed someone new. Someone to talk to about Roger and his kiss incident. Someone fresh.

“Well, there’s this guy- Roger. He’s, um, my best friend. And, I have feelings for him,” you started playing with your sweaty fingers. You started thinking about your feelings for Roger. You looked at the guy sitting beside you, waiting for further story. Looking back, Roger will never love you as you love him. The guy in front of you might be the solution to eradicate your feelings for Roger.

You planned it out. You looked directly at his lips- its red and plump shape calling for yours. One more look to his blue eyes and swiftly kissing his lips. The unanticipated kiss made him shift backward but pull away, taking off his hand from the cup and cupping it with your bright red cheeks from the thought of him rejecting and pulling you away. The kiss deepened, taking you two to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one was there.

The next morning is a bust. Not remembering anything from last night is completely out of hand. Luckily, you were in your room but not alone. Turns out, the man from the bar went home with you. He was hugging you from behind, sleeping peacefully from the tiresome night the two of you had. Watching him peacefully made you think of Roger. Oh no, Roger!

You burst out of his embrace and put on some clothes to see if Roger had come home from the party, at least safely. Anxiously, you didn’t find him in his bedroom but in the kitchen, already wide awake. You still cared about him, even if the air is complicated.

He slurps his coffee and focuses on The Sun. He looks up to see you on the stranger’s shirt and shorts. “Good morning,” he greeted rather mumbled. You looked down to your feet- cold and (small/big). “I heard you come home last night-” your mortified eyes watched him, “-with that man. So, who’s the new guy?” He certainly wasn’t a new guy, he was just… a guy.

“No one. He’s a guy I met at the pub last night,” you responded, making your way back to your bedroom. You find the bed empty, him already zipping his jeans up and shirtless. “Hi,” you said breathlessly from the breathtaking view of his muscular body. He grinned with a genuine smile, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Like what you see?” he teased, putting his blue shirt on. He caught you blushed from staring at his perfect body. You stuttered on what to say. “I’m kidding,” he chuckled. You smiled at each other. Your pain from last night is fading away, now that you’ve met another person who would make you happy. “I’m Chris Evans. I just moved here a few months ago from Boston, Massachusetts. Sorry, I didn’t tell you last night.”

“That’s alright. I’m (Y/N). I’ve been here all my life, although, I want to visit New York. I’m a writer,” you shrug. You walked towards him, placing your hands around his waist, and looking up to look at his dreamy eyes. He places his soft lips on yours. This was the moment where you didn’t want Roger anymore. The moment you realized you didn’t need him anymore. Chris wasn’t just a guy anymore; he could be the guy. But still, Roger needed you. And, there he was, standing still with water in his eyes, watching you move on.

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Complicated

12 Days of Christmas 2021

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count:3546 words (I got a little carried away)

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader invites an old friend to her family’s holiday party, which doesn’t exactly go as planned.

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The Winchester’s didn’t party.

Ever.

Of all the things they had taken part in through the years, it had never even crossed their mind to have or attend a party. They didn’t have them growing up and it was never a big deal, so why would it matter now?

It wasn’t like it was actually going to make a difference.

If anything, taking time out to go to some party was going to take away from time they could be spending saving lives and killing monsters but that didn’t change one simple thing.

You asked.

Normally, the boys would have done anything they could to get out of something so arbitrary and ridiculous but not this time.

For some reason, Dean, who had always been especially disinterested in stuff like this, had insisted on going to this stupid thing and that wasn’t all. Not only was he going, but he was dragging Sam along too.

A decision that was hardly popular with the younger brother.

“I still don’t get it. You’ve never even talked about this girl, and now we have to go to some stupid dinner party?” he grumbled, trying to get his brother’s attention.

Not that Dean cared.

All he could focus on was whether or not he should wear his leather jacket or stick to the flannel he’d chosen already. He just didn’t want to give the wrong impression when it came to your family.

…or you.

After all, running into you in the bar last night was the first time in months he’d seen you since the last time he was in the area.

Not that he was about to explain that to Sam.

His younger brother would never understand that when he said that you were an old friend, he actually meant he’d been sneaking out in the middle of the night to drive to your house every time there was a case even remotely close to where you lived.

He wouldn't get it, but maybe now that he’d met you, it would make sense.

“I already told you, Y/N’s an old friend, man. It’s not like it’s gonna kill you to go to a party for a couple hours” the older Winchester countered, talking in a way that would have made it impossible not to tip Sam off.

It wasn’t uncommon to see Dean bend over backward for a pretty face but he’d never do something like this.

It was weird.

Still, Sam knew his brother well enough to know that no matter what he said, he was going to end up getting suckered into this stupid thing, and there was no way out of it.

“You could afford to loosen up a little” Dean grinned, bumping his brother with his shoulder just as his phone buzzed on the table, letting him know that it was time to head out.

He’d told you he’d be there, after all, and there was no way Dean was going to disappoint you.

Even if going to your family's holiday dinner party wasn’t something that would crack his top ten normally, there had to be a reason you’d asked him and Sam to join you, and that was enough.

Dean knew that he couldn't say no to you.

He wasn't even sure he was physically capable of it, because It had never worked before today.

“Besides, who knows? You might even have fun” he assured, sure that once his brother gave it a chance, he’d loosen up a little.

He’d never gotten to know you before, and once he did, maybe he’d see what it was that Dean saw in you.

In any case though, the party was happening and there was nothing Sam or Dean could do to change that.

All they could do was show up and have a good time.

“You made it!” you grinned, squeezing past a few of the party guests to greet them, a wide smile on your face.

You looked incredible, but given the way you were parading around here with a plastic cup in hand, Dean didn’t need to tell you.

Not that he ever really did.

“‘Course we did, you think I’d miss this?” he hummed, giving you a slight hug in greeting, which admittedly lasted a bit too long to just be friendly, but Sam once again turned a blind eye.

It wasn’t like he told his brother everything, and everyone, he did anyway.

“Honestly, kinda. You don’t really strike me as a party guy, but we have beer so hopefully it isn’t too bad” you shrugged, gesturing behind you in the general vicinity of the kitchen.

In that way, your family was like theirs, meaning that you couldn’t have three or more of your family members gathered together without a couple of six packs in the ice box.

Thankfully, because you knew you were going to need it.

…and, as if right on cue, your mother and father broke through the crowd and found you there, with curiosity in their eyes.

You had never invited anyone to these gatherings before, especially not two young men around your age.

It wasn’t like you.

“Honey, I didn’t know you were having company over” your mother spoke first, a soft smile on her face, giving way to the cheery tone that you knew only as her people-pleasing tone.

“You didn’t ask” you countered, already feeling that air of thinly-veiled judgement clouding around you as she waited for some kind of explanation for the two handsome men in her foyer but really, you didn’t have one.

Not the one she wanted anyway.

Unless, you did.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce Dad and I? It’s been so long since you had any young men over” she prompted, intertwining her arm with your father’s in turn, that silent judgement evident in her face as she admired both younger males, both of which she’d never seen.

She’d certainly remember if she had.

“Absolutely, um, Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Dean” you choked out, doing your best to get him to play along, tugging on the part of his belt you could reach with your hand behind his waist.

…and thankfully, he seemed to get the message.

If there was one thing Dean could do, it was play his part and even as confused as he was, he knew that you wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t need to.

He smiled, giving both your parents a gentle wave before you moved on, jumping in to keep the conversation moving before either of your parents could say or do anything regarding that news.

Neither of you was ready for the first degree.

“And, his brother Sam, who could probably use a drink? He’s on break from Stanford, studying law” you sighed, tipping your cup up to busy yourself with a drink as the chaos ensued.

Chaos that you were more than aware would follow a sentence like that in this house.

“Really? Well what a coincidence, I taught law for thirty years before I retired” came the inevitable reply from your father, that you could have seen coming from a million miles away.

He always jumped at a chance to talk about being a professor and while you felt a little bad about throwing Sam under the bus, you didn’t have much choice.

After all, if you didn’t do something, someone was going to start asking about when you and Dean were going to get engaged, which you weren’t really prepared for.

Especially considering the fact that Dean just only found out you were an item thirty seconds ago.

“Come on son, I’ll get you a beer” and with that, Sam was gone, leaving the two of you alone with a single look of what you could only describe as regret.

You owed him, you knew you did, but right now, you had another monster to deal with.

Your mother.

Your loving mother who had been absolutely obsessed with you getting married and having children recently who was sure to have about a million and one questions for this new suitor you’d introduced.

Which wasn't going to happen.

Ever.

“So Dean, what do you do?” she started, sure to rope him into the whole happy family routine that you weren’t nearly toasted enough to sit through yet, but like a champion, he didn’t even falter.

Given the circumstances, he doubted there was anything your well meaning mother could throw at him that Dean couldn’t handle, but you didn’t want to chance it.

Not yet anyway.

“Dean just got here Mom, why don’t you let him get settled a little before the interview?” you teased, giving her that smile she’d grown quite used to in all her years of being your mother.

It was her overstepping look, the one you gave her that let her know she’d said or done something embarrassing.

“Right, You kids have some food and mingle a little? I’ll be back for you later” she relented, giving you a small wink before heading back into the belly of the beast, more commonly known as your living room.

Of course, all that meant was that you’d moved on from one fire to another, but you’d put yourself in this position, so who were you to complain?

“That why you don’t talk about family much?” Dean spoke first, unfortunately reminding you that you had to deal with the problem you’d just created.

“You aren’t the only one with baggage, Winchester” you allowed, fully aware that the poltergeist he’d taken down with John when you first met had nothing on nosey neighbors and judgmental family.

Compared to this, demons and ghosts seemed like a cakewalk.

Not that he seemed to mind.

The Dean you thought you knew would have surely run for the hills before facing something like this but to your surprise, he didn’t even seem all that rattled.

He was just rolling with the punches.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have tried a little harder to be boyfriend material” he questioned, his words sitting between the two of you for a moment before you actually realized what he’d said.

This was funny for him.

“Look, I panicked. I didn’t want to hear about another year gone without a husband or my window closing for kids” you groaned, desperately wishing that you’d just taken the bullet and moved on.

At least that way it wouldn't have been quite so humiliating.

…but Dean didn’t mind, as much as maybe he should have.

“No, I get it. I’m just messing with you” Dean assured, gingerly taking your hand from your side in his own, testing the weight between them for a moment before deciding to hold it.

It was kind of out of his wheelhouse and certainly something the two of you had never done all those nights in your apartment but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world either.

In fact, it was kind of comforting in a way he hadn’t been expecting.

“So, what do we tell them? About what I do? Or how we met?” he prompted, sure that the real story wasn’t going to be as much of a crowd pleaser as it seemed.

Though, he would have paid to see it.

“What do you mean? You don’t think ‘I had an evil spirit and after Dean got rid of it, we started hooking up’ is good enough?” you hummed, this time it was your time to tease.

There had to be some humor in all this, after all.

It couldn’t all be awkward silence and trying to force things where there was nothing.

“I don’t know if your dad’s gonna like that too much” Dean allowed, catching sight of his brother and the man in question having a beer in the kitchen, surely talking about all those classes Sam almost took in college.

If only he knew what he actually did day-to-day.

“So, we tell them we met at work. We tell them you work for your dad, that you’re an exterminator. Maybe I had a rat problem or something?” you shrugged, figuring it would be fine.

He didn’t really strike you as an exterminator but you were hoping that to someone who didn’t know him it would be convincing enough.

“Sure, a rat problem. Super romantic, sexy even” Dean scoffed, a chuckle leaving his lips as he thought about it. Though, if he was being honest, there wasn’t anything much more romantic about a spirit smearing blood on your walls either.

Even so, he’d managed to get you to like him a little. Obviously.

“Now, how about we get a drink and I can really show off” he suggested, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him a little bit harder than necessary just to prove his point.

As goofy as it was, he felt oddly serious about getting this right.

He’d never gotten the chance to do this with anyone before, and it sort of felt like he was getting a chance to prove himself, to you and to himself.

Now, there was no doubt in your mind that it was going to be a disaster.

Dean Winchester was a lot of things, but you had never taken him for the life of the party and you’d certainly never taken him for a family man.

Still, after a beer or two, it seemed like he was doing pretty good at walking and talking like he was.

He had everyone at the party eating out of the palm of his hand, telling stories about adventures the two of you had been on and joking about whatever quirky habit of yours he’d picked up on in the time he’d known you.

…and it was working, really, really well.

Even you would have thought he loved you, if you’d been anyone else, and it was starting to hurt.

When this all started, you were sure that it was a good idea. It was going to get your family off your back and you’d be set for another year but now that you were here, it didn’t feel like such a good idea.

Because, at the end of the day, it wasn’t real.

The fact was that Dean was a good liar and he was putting on a good show.

A good show that you hadn’t initially expected to hurt so bad.

You had never thought that you had feelings for Dean, and you were sure of it, but hearing him boast about how much he loved you in front of your entire family, pouring every bit of charm in his being into it, felt different.

It felt wrong.

There was something so real, and so honest about the way he was talking about you, that it was almost insulting.

How was it possible that all this had been just below the surface all this time and all it took was tearing off the bandage for it to come out? Was it all a lie, or even worse, did he feel it and never say anything?

In either case, you were incredibly lost.

“And I swear, this one with her cold feet, it’s like a blizzard every night” he teased, grinning at you with that winning smile that you figured would have actually made you melt, if he’d been telling the truth.

Though, considering he wasn’t, it just made you uncomfortable.

“Yeah, well, we can’t all be space heaters, darling” you sighed, taking down as much liquid from your beer bottle as you possibly could without making it too obvious.

The nickname served to get Dean’s attention but he covered it up as best he could with a casual wink,

Not that he was blind.

Something was definitely up with you.

Something that he didn’t figure out until the night was almost over.

You two had taken a bit of a break from the noise to spend time together, sitting on the porch swing your dad had built last summer, and you hadn’t said a word.

That was his first clue that something was wrong.

Still, he couldn’t figure out what could have possibly gone wrong to upset you. In every way, he’d done what you’d asked him to do. Your family was not only convinced that he was in love with you, but also in love with him themselves.

It couldn’t have gone better, but you weren’t nearly as thrilled as he thought you’d be.

“Alright, spill it. What’s wrong with you?” he asked, bumping you with his knee, a physical gesture designed to jumpstart your response, but you both knew it wouldn’t be enough.

You had never been so easy to crack.

It was one of those things you two had in common, one of those things that drew you two one another in the first place.

“Nothing” you sighed, your focus trained on the darkness in front of you, rather than the man at your side.

You knew that he wouldn't understand.

You didn’t even fully understand what it was about tonight that was so upsetting to you, how could he ever hope to get it?

“Come on, you know you’re going to tell me so why not just get to it?” he prompted, sure that eventually you would break. That was the other thing he knew about you for sure, that no matter what, you couldn’t hide forever.

You always told him the truth eventually.

It was kind of unavoidable when you’re met like you had.

The truth came like second nature, when it came to him, and there was nothing you had ever been able to do to change that.

It was what it was.

“You were charming in there, way too charming for your own good” you sighed, sort of hoping that if you waved it off as a joke, he’d let this whole thing go like he normally did.

You knew that Dean didn’t like getting really emotional, and avoided it whenever he could, but for some reason, he wouldn’t extend that same courtesy to you.

When it came to you, he had decided to throw all his normal rules out the window.

“Damn straight, but that isn’t what’s got you acting so funky” he shrugged, seeing through you as if your skin was made of glass, even in the fading light.

You hated it.

Sometimes, you wondered if you hated him.

He just made you feel so much, all the time, things you never asked to feel for another person and it wasn’t fair.

“Have you ever thought about it?” you hummed, changing the subject ever so slight to avoid talking about what it was that you were feeling in the house. You didn’t want to point blank tell him that you wished he was telling the truth.

That you wished the two of you had met because there was a rat living in your walls, and that he asked you out after offering to fix your leaking kitchen faucet off the clock.

It was so much better than the way your story had written itself in real life.

…and you couldn't help but envy the girl in the story, the girl that you had never been.

Dean only hummed back in response to your question, urging you forward. This back and forth was really the only way you two communicated, when you communicated at all.

Eventually, what you wanted to say just kind of came out between the lines, and you’d both gotten pretty good at reading them in all the time he’d known you.

“About what it would be like? You and me?” you asked, finding your mind once again drifting back to the way he’d been tonight, thriving in the chaos and attention surrounding him.

It wasn’t at all what you’d expected from him, and naturally, it made you think.

What would it really be like?

You and Dean definitely got along, and you certainly had chemistry, so what was it that was keeping you at a distance from one another? What was it that kept him from settling down, or being that way full time?

What was it that kept you from doing it?

“Honestly? I don’t know. It’s just complicated” Dean allowed, not shocking you for a second.

That was what he always told you.

That was what he said when he was leaving in the early hours of the morning, rushing to get back to Sam and the motel before he’d wake up, and what he said when you asked how he was.

It was always complicated.

Everything was complicated.

…but that still didn’t seem like a valid reason to avoid acting on the thing you knew that you’d both considered at one point or another. It certainly wasn’t a valid reason to avoid discussing it.

“Well, at least we faked it well tonight” you teased, the light humor in your voice masking the way that cop-out answer stung.

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. Still, as much as you wanted him to say something else, and as nice as it would have been to be able to actually tell your family that Dean was your partner in earnest, you knew that he was probably right.

There was no way it could ever work.

Right?

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Halo- Chapter 1

SPN-FICFANATIC MASTERLIST

"HALO” MASTERLIST - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE

Fic Summary: You’ve lived next door to Jensen and Jared for a year and have had a somewhat strained relationship. After a recent and massive change in your life your paths cross again and they discover the cause of that, and bridges start to mend in unexpected ways.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Platonic!Reader

Chapter 1 Words: 2664

Genre: Angst mostly

Warnings: Swearing (the reader is a bit of a pottymouth). Blood.

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of domestic violence.

A/N: I’ve had this one on the backburner for soooo long, you have no idea! I probably finished it 6 months ago and have just had it sitting in my WIP folder trying to get up the motivation to post it. I hope you all enjoy :)

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Their neighbour had been complaining about their “loud” music all year, so when your music started blaring through the wall separating your apartments Jared and Jensen could only look incredulously at each other.

“Is she kidding?” Jared snapped, pausing the game and putting his controller down.

“It’s pretty unusual,” Jensen commented, doing the same and looking at the wall separating them from you. They could hear shuffling against the wall also, not a sound they were familiar so they were having trouble placing it.

“What do you think?” Jared asked with a frown.

“I think she’s been pissy at us all year for our loud music, and then the first day off we have in a week to play video games she blasts hers? No deal,” Jensen replied with a huff, putting his controller on the ground and standing up. Jared followed him as they walked out the door and headed to yours, knocking loudly to try and get your attention. They weren’t normally the “mean neighbours” but your incessant irritation at their music choice, asking them to turn it down when it was already as low as human ears could hear, was tipping them over the edge.

The woman they expected to see when the door opened was not the prim and proper uptight Y/N they were familiar with though. Your hair was in low pigtails and you were dressed in a simple white t-shirt and overalls, and for once you had a smile on your face. The usual caked-on make up was gone too, showing off your actual face for the first time.

“Oh, hi guys!” you greeted them with a wide smile which lit up your entire face. Jared and Jensen just gaped as they stared at you, stunned by your unexpected look and demeanour change.

“Is everything o… Oh shit, I’m so sorry my music!” you realised with a gasp, taking your phone out of your pocket and turning the volume down, activating your Bluetooth speaker in the middle of the room. “Shit, I’m so sorry, that must have been so loud on your side. There was a quiet song and I turned it up and then I forgot and the next song played and I just kinda got into the rhythm and… sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Umm, yer,” Jensen replied, clearing his throat to try and form coherent sentences.

“It’s err, it’s fine. We’re just trying to play Xbox, you know, and …” Jared started but you cut him off.

“And my music interrupted you, of course. I can’t apologise enough, especially after how I’ve acted this whole time. Actually, hang on, I have something for you guys,” you said, suddenly disappearing to what they presumed was your kitchen. They poked their heads in and saw the floor was covered in tarp, and a bucket of water and a sponge mop were leaning against the wall you shared. Jared was about to comment when you suddenly reappeared, practically bouncing into the door frame holding a large basket.

“This is for you guys, just a little something to say ‘sorry’ and ‘I hope we can start over’,” you said clearly embarrassed, handing them the basket and backing up a step.

“Um, wow, this is… unexpected,” Jared commented, looking at Jensen who for some reason couldn’t take his eyes off you. He nudged his shoulder, knocking him out of whatever world he was in and stared pointedly at the basket to bring it to his attention.

“Err yer, Mrs Y/L/N isn’t it?”

“Oh god, please call me Y/N. And you’re Jared and you’re Jensen so that’s the introductions out of the way. And it’s nothing really, I know I’ve been hard to live next to this year. For what it’s worth I think you have brilliant taste in music! But my husband, well, ex-husband now. Wow, I don’t know if I’ll get used to saying that. Anyway, he had this thing about music, he liked what he liked and damn anyone else you know? And anyway he’d, sorta, send me over whenever he wanted you to turn it down. It’s shit really cuz I couldn’t listen to music any other time but if I didn’t go over he’d, well, anyway… I’m sorry is basically what I’m saying, you know?”

You took a breath to fill your lungs after your ramblings, and Jared and Jensen watched on with wide eyes.

“Wow ok, yer, it’s fine. Really, don’t worry about it,” Jensen stumbled out, scratching the back of his head and looking at you in concern. Jared’s attitude had also taken a complete 180, and he also watch you with a worried expression on his face.

“This is… you really didn’t have to. It’s nice that you did, maybe you could come over tomorrow and we could share the goodies?” Jared suggested with a small smile, hoping you would agree. They were both saddened when you shook your head.

“Nah, it’s ok. I mean, it’d be great to have a beer sometime but I sorta have plans.”

“You’re not talking about painting the walls are you? Because I promise we’re a lot more fun than literally watching paint dry,” Jensen said with a lopsided smirk and you let out a giggle.

“I hope you are. And yes, I AM painting but this is kinda, well, it’s dumb. It’s a bit like therapy I suppose. I always hated this colour, HE picked it out so I just need to change it like now, you know?” you asked, blushing a little and hoping you didn’t sound like a crazy person.

“I get it, makes total sense,” Jensen replied with a genuine smile, hoping to put you at ease. “We’ll let you get back to it, if you like.”

“And you know where we are if you feel like a beer or something ok?” Jared added, shuffling his hand out from under the basket to pat his hand on your shoulder. You smiled at the friendly action and swallowed down the tears that you could feel coming to the surface. You nodded and gave a small wave before slowly shutting the door and turning back to face your mission for the weekend.

“Well, THAT was unexpected,” Jensen said once they were back in their apartment.

“No shit, and what about that crap with her husband? Did you have any idea?” Jared asked, putting the basket down on the kitchen counter. Jensen shook his head.

“Nah. God, how did we never notice? I mean, looking back she was never around, you know? And the rambling? It was almost like she was worried we’d interrupt her before she finished or something.”

“It sucks man, I reckon we go over with breakfast or something tomorrow. Let her know we’re cool.”

Jensen nodded, deep in thought. He couldn’t help but look back over the last year since you and your husband had moved in, and the little signs started to become more obvious. The long sleeves in summer, the fact you never left the house only to water the lawn and get the mail. Christ, you even had a black eye once.

“Fuck man… are we idiots?” Jensen asked sadly, flopping down on the couch before Jared joined him.

“I’m starting to wonder that myself.”

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Your basket of goodies turned out to be entirely home-made. Biscuits, croissants, muffins, a pie…. It basically turned their kitchen into a bakery. And each bite the guys took only caused further guilt to pile on. Both went to bed that night feeling uneasy, both vowing to themselves to make sure they reached out and looked out for you.

It was an unwelcome turn of events that the following morning Jared was called into set. They were supposed to have the day off however they needed a shot and they needed it ASAP. Jared grabbed a muffin on the way out the door at 8am, leaving a note for Jensen explaining he’d be back “sometime after lunch (hopefully). PS. Don’t eat all the pie. PPS. I mean it Jay, don’t.”.

Jensen would have loved a sleep-in but his mind had been racing since 7:30am from the events of the previous afternoon. He’d heard the muffled conversation from Jared’s room and made the correct assumption he was headed to the set, but opted to stay in bed instead of getting up and being forced into conversation at such an early time. A shower and a cup of coffee later, Jensen was ready to face the day of basically doing nothing. His gaming buddy was out for the count and he didn’t have any scripts to read through. When the soft sound of music floated through the air he smiled and headed for the door, before remembering what you’d said. This was your therapy, and you didn’t need him interrupting that. He groaned in annoyance and picked up the Xbox controller, throwing in Halo 3 for the hundredth time.

It was around 10am that he heard the unmistakable sound of a gasp followed by swearing. Hitting the mute button he tried to figure out the problem before racing over and embarrassing himself over a stubbed toe.

“Fucking shitballs! Ahhh ok, shit, you’re ok Y/N. Just a bit of blood, you’re fine…” you muttered to yourself, and at the mention of blood Jensen was already up and out the door.

The blood was starting to spread across your shirt, and you were limping to the bathroom for the first aid kit when a loud pounding came to the door. You were startled, but calmed down when you heard Jensen on the other side calling your name. You took a deep shaky breath and headed over to the door and opened it just slightly, enough to block his view of your bleeding abdomen.

“Jensen, hey, how’s it going?” you asked quickly and with a strained smile, holding your stomach out of his view.

“Is everything ok? I thought I heard swearing,” he said rushed, concerned plastered over his face. You sighed and closed your eyes before resting your head on the door, berating yourself internally for bothering him.

“Shit, I’m sorry about that. I’m fine really, you can go back to Halo…”

“No I think maybe I- wait, how did you know I was playing Halo?” Jensen cut you off, looking at you confused. You laughed.

“I think we’ve established at this juncture that the walls are paper thin Jensen. I’ve played 1 and 2 and recognise the music. You suck at it by the way, I can hear your terrible aim from here” you giggled, standing up straight again and enjoying the gentle banter you seemed to have quickly developed. Jensen laughed too, happy to see your eyes light up if only for a moment. The moment passed quickly though when he spotted the blood on your shirt, and he gently pushed the door open further to get a better look.

“Shit Y/N, your stomach,” he mumbled as he reached out to lift your shirt. You stepped back with surprise at the sudden physical contact and he apparently picked up on that.

“I mean… God, I’m sorry Y/N. I’m just worried, can I please check your stomach? I’d never forgive myself if you bled out after I went back to gaming,” he told you, lifting his hands into a surrender pose to show he meant you no harm.

You bit the corner of your lip, sizing him up and down. He was a big strong guy and you were alone in your apartment with him, but he had proved himself nice enough so far so perhaps it was worth the risk. You nodded slowly and pointed to the bathroom.

“First aid kit is in the vanity, I’m just gonna...” you gestured to the couch while he headed to the restroom for the bandages. By the time you were seated he was back, kneeling on the floor in front of you and opening the bag.

“What happened?” he asked as he rummaged through, looking for the antiseptic.

“Um, popped a stitch I would wager,” you replied quietly, looking down into your lap embarrassed. He looked at you confused as you gently lifted your shirt and peeled back the blood-soaked dressing to reveal the wound on your stomach. A couple of inches long, it looked red and angry and Jensen’s heart broke a little when he laid eyes on it.

“Shit Y/N, what happened?” he asked again.

“I guess you guys were out a few nights ago?”

“Um, yer, we’ve been on set late all week.”

“You missed all the excitement then, kind of explains your coming over yesterday looking like deer in headlights,” you sighed. “Michael, err, my husband… EX husband. We got into an argument while he was chopping up vegetables for dinner. Apparently the dishes don’t go in like I put them in and he could only tell me so many times and one thing lead to another and, well, let’s just say I gave Mrs Krandle across the road a mini-heart attack when I stumbled from the house bleeding,” you rambled, shutting your mouth quickly after your confession. Jensen stared at you with his mouth agape, astonished with what you just told him.

“Um… shit. That’s-”

“Fucked, yer. In a way it’s good though. It got him out of my life and the police reckon he’ll be going to prison for some time. And you know, I’m not dead so that’s always a good thing. And hey, I can stack the dishes anyway I like now so yey for that bit of freedom,” you laughed, trying to make light of the situation but when your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes Jensen could tell you were putting up a front.

“Hey,” he said, lifting your face to look at him. Your eyes were glistening and you were swallowing hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. “There is nothing ok about any of this. And I’m sorry we never noticed. We feel like such idiots for leaving you to deal with him.”

“Oh God, please don’t blame yourself. I literally don’t think I could take that, please,” you begging him, the dam overflowing and the tears falling freely now. “He was smart enough to only hurt me when he knew you were out. He was manipulative and cruel and a complete douchebag and I was too blind to realise he was playing me like a fucking fiddle. And now even after he’s gone I’m jumping at every noise and every shadow in the corner of my eye, and the damn music can never be loud enough to shut up the voices telling me I’m not good enough and that he was the only one who would want me and-”

“Y/N stop,” Jensen said firmly and you pursed your lips shut, blushing when you realised how much you’d revealed.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, this was absolutely not meant to turn into an episode of Ricki Lake or anything. You can go, I can handle this I promise,” you told him, moving to grab the antiseptic wipe packet Jensen had yet to open. He pulled it back and stared at you with worry in his eyes.

“Not a chance. Just… lay back and I’ll fix you up. And then if you want to we can talk about all that crap, or we can go next door and play Halo together. Whatever you want… Deal?”

You nodded timidly, and decided silence was golden while letting him clean you up. After declaring further stitches were not required he gently wrapped a bandage around your waist and stood up to put the first aid kit away. When he returned he looked at you, not with pity but with determination.

“So, it’s up to you. We can hang out here and talk, or you can come next door and play Xbox. Painting is so completely off the table. What do you want to do?”

Chapter Two coming soon

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thunder like a gun shot

title: Thunder like a gun shot

kink square filled: lingerie

fluff square filled: free space (thunderstorm)

prompt: Chrysalism-the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words were unintelligable but whose crackling release a built up tension you understand perfectly.

A/n: hope this fits with everything if it doesnt just let me know and ill make the changes if necessary. but if it is close please also let me know. it was hard to come up with something when i was struggling with a really bad case of writers block. i kinda just did word vomit in here. please give me feedback. if possible. thanks.

ship: Dean x reader

rating: 14+

tags: firearms, lingerie, sexy clothing, thunderstorm, cuddling in the hallway, reader wearing barely nothing.

summery (if applicable): its a surprise….

word count (if applicable):

created for @spnkinkbingo and for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for her Spn beautiful words challenge (ps. i hope this works...) & @spnfluffbingo

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staying at bobby’s while Bobby, Dean and Sam were out hunting. thats fine bobby said you could organize and put away the books and things.

while doing so it was very warm inside. rumsfeld had always stayed near by, for he could tell you missed Dean. Dean and you had been together for several years. this was how you spent time when you thought it best you stayed back.

after all spending every day hunting was not without perks, for instance getting to chop heads, shoot things, etc. but sometimes you wanted to let Dean have fun with the guys.

amidst putting away the books and boxes you found one of the cursed boxes was open. you picked it up and placed it on the desk. immediately you dialed bobby.

Bobby: “Y/N..”

Y/N: “bobby did you or the guys go into a cursed box?”

Bobby yells at the boys who swear up and down that neither of them did. so he comes back to you.

Bobby: “none of us did, why do ya ask kiddo?”

Y/N: “cause there was one open unsealed on the ground.”

Bobby: “whats the box number?”

Y/N: “5386.”

you could hear bobby on the other end yell Son of a Bitch...

Bobby: “Y/N kiddo listen to me, a while back John and i had trapped something real bad in that very box, it is a demon, but this one is powerful, like it comes with its own meatsuit. you need to get it down long enough for you to exorcise it back into the pit or use that cursed box.”

Y/N: “can it be harmed by bullets?”

Bobby: “it can but you would have to unload half a clip into it in order for it to stay down for a longer period of time than that of 1 minute."

there was nothing you hadnt considered. but the thought of hunting in lingerie had you hot and bothered.

you pulled out your hand gun and cocked it but not before checking to make sure you had a full cartridge of bullets.

Y/N: “don’t you guys worry ill take care of whatever the hell this is.”

you hung up the call and threw on your overlay grabbing your gun and flashlight you started searching the house. slowly around every corner you went. but outside you heard a noise, one which brought out your most painful memories.

you knew you only had a short amount of time before you had a melt down.

elsewhere, Dean, Bobby and sam were just arriving back at the motel after completing the hunt. that of course is when Dean noticed it, the dark clouds, the looming sounds of thunder.

Dean: “shit guys we gotta head back towards Y/N she will have a breakdown if im not there during the storm.”

Sam: “goo on ahead Dean, ill ride with bobby and catch up as soon as we can.”

Bobby: “go be with your girl.”

Dean stayed in the impala while Sam went in the motel room to grab Dean’s bag bringing it out to his brother he smiled backing up as Dean reversed and sped off down the road.

meanwhile you were not aware that you were the one being stalked not you stalking the demon. it was a few moments before you heard a hiss coming from right behind you, it made you stop, you cocked your gun & dropped your flashlight. but just as the first loud house shaking thunder clap sounded you shot off 2 rounds into his arms.

that was what set him off on the war path, you ducked out of the way you had run away from him but trying to go up the stairs you felt estranged. almost like something else was also in the house.

however it was your wit and courage that made you stop in your slow ascend of the staircase, you stuck your gun thru the railing and shot off 2 more rounds into its spine.

it was then that bright bright headlights shone through the not covered windows. it was the impala, you knew those headlights anywhere but if there was ever a moment whre you were not sure of yourself and your hunting abilities it was right then.

you could then hear the door jiggling but that soon all just faded noise as you honed into your senses. they were all in overload, your hearing could only pick up the sound of what you thought to be the ever growing thunder claps that were sounding from outside.

but instead you were firing off every single bullet in both clips you had on you. that demon was down. thats when you got into a real rage, it was something that you never thought you would ever feel again.

this is something you had only experienced once before, your parents had been murdered right in front of your eyes it was a thunderstorm but you happened to be in the room at the time.

it hadnt been long before Sam and Dean had busted through your door but by that point they witnessed you killing the demon with your mind. it was not 3 minutes after that you knelt on the floor and had this blank expression on your face.

thats how your journey with the winchesters had started. but tonight was the second time you were experiencing something like this. Dean came into the view, you were now kneeling on the ground, in only your sexy lingerie with a blank expression on your face & your silence turning into soft sobs.

thunder kept roaring but the demon wasnt gone yet. your eyes went white again the cursed box was near the demon as your voice spoke the incantation to lock that asshole demon back up.

Y/N: “i invoke the cursed box, this demon shall ever more be inside. ne’er to escape nor see the light of day. christo, jesu, domni dieos audinos.”

with that your eyes went back to normal, the demon was locked back up. Dean now felt it safe to approach you. it was gonna be a rough next few hours. Dean pulling you into his grasp now held you close.

Dean: “shh its alright... shh...”

your sobs now turning into full blown streaming tears, the thunder kept cracking and all you could do was cry.

Dean didnt bother to move you from the hallway, instead he got comfy on the floor. in the middle of the hallway laying you on his chest, covering your shivering form in his embrace cause to be honest wearing that lingerie he wanted to do more than keep you warm and safe.

Dean kissed your hair and smiled.

Dean: “you look beautiful babe, relax im here.”

you guys stayed like that for quite a while till you felt strong enough to move.

~for as it turned out everytime you shot that gun at that demon, you did it to the thunder claps. after all thunderstorms have a really weird effect on people.~

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Something Borrowed (AU) - Chapter II

Title: Something Borrowed: 2007 (Chapter ΙI)

Summary: When Dean meets her that night on Charlie’s rooftop, he can’t imagine she’ll end up being his entire world. And then, life gets in the way. Again. And again. And again.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (both mentioned)

Word count: 1357

Warnings: Fluff, language, references to cancer. Dean Bean being his adorable domestic self and did I mention fluff?

Author’s Notes: This is it. The second chapter to my new series. This is my submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s British Song Challenge. My prompt is High Hopes by Kodaline. Beta credits go to my beautiful sunflower @trexrambling for all her love and support. I love you <3</p>

PS. This is set 11 years before the first chapter. I cannot thank you enough for all the love you’ve shown to this story. I promise you, I’m going to take you to a wild ride you’ll never forget. And now...

Enjoy <3 (Catch up <b>here)

Tuesday, 19 June, 2007

Bar Harbor, Maine

Dean tries not to fall for her.

It’s a bit unsettling, putting effort into not loving someone too much, makes him feel like he’s fighting against invisible restraints from which he’ll never be able to set himself completely free.

He’d never been so absolutely overwhelmed by his feelings before, never felt his heart bruise at the sound of a name, the sight of a smile, not even when he was with Lisa, the first, the only, girl he’d fallen in love with.

But with Y/N, things are different.

With her, things have been different from that very first night they met two years ago, when he felt something in him coming alive, felt himself tipping along the edge of something new, something real.

Still, he tried.

He didn’t kiss her goodbye when they parted ways the following morning, didn’t call her when he temporarily moved back to Lawrence to help his mum or when he returned to Ithaca a few months later, pretended his heart didn’t flutter when he caught sight of her on the street one day.

And then he literally ran into her at the entrance of Charlie’s apartment, and she waved and smiled at him like he’d never disappeared.

And him?

He was a lost cause.

They grew inseparable after that, buried the memories of the night and the morning they spent together in some sort of wordless agreement and become each other’s best friend.

Despite his best efforts though, despite the fact he knows she’s off limits, knows nothing could ever happen between them, she always does something –smiles when she catches him staring or covers him with a blanket when he falls asleep on her couch- and he finds himself falling a bit deeper, a bit madder in love with her.

The bedroom door creaks.

He opens his eyes, lets out a small groan as he sits up on the bed.

Slowly, his gaze drifts to Y/N, takes in her cute button-down romper and her disheveled hair, the way she seems to be soaked into sunshine, like all the brightness of the day has finally decided to settle across her skin.

A smile plays across his lips at the thought.

“Finally,” he smirks, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I almost fell asleep over here.”

“Hey, this shower has water-pressure.” She applies some body lotion on her legs and, though he tries very hard, he is unable to keep himself from following the smooth movement of her hands. “And I was not the one who insisted on a shared room so-”

“S’ peak season.”

“—you-” she jabs a finger at him – “don’t get to complain.”

He lets out a laugh, shakes his head in what he hopes is clandestine adoration. “You’re a brat, you know that?”

“You love it.”

Another chuckle.

Hands that wrap around her middle.

“C’mere.” He pulls her to him, laughs into the crook of her neck as she squeals and groans. “I do love it.”

“Hmm, good, because m’-” she lets out a small yawn, stretches in his arms, cat-like- “too tired to argue.”

“Now that’s a feat.”

“Hey,” she whines, smacks his arm as his laugh shakes her body, “I had to wake up at six in the morning for this trip. Show some empathy, will you?”

He snorts and helps her settle against his chest, the crisp sheets caressing their bodies. “Empathy, huh?”

“Yup. S’ a virtue. Besides-” she leans in, pecks his jaw- “you are to blame for my lack of sleep, remember?”

Somehow, he’s expected this, but, the fact he’d been correct, the realization he knows her like the back of his hand makes his heart flutter in a way that’s embarrassing, spreads warmth across his limbs.

“I told you to go back home, didn’t I?”

“And I told you I wanted to catch up with your parents.” She pauses for a second, seemingly thinking about something. “Speaking of-” her fingers clutch at his shirt- “John, uh, he… He seemed a little off last night.”

Dean’s body tenses.

He wonders, briefly, if she can feel his muscles flexing under her fingertips.

“He did?” he asks, but his voice is slow, weary.

She doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeah. He was kind of…” She pushes some hair off her face, gnaws on her bottom lip. “Is everything okay?”

He sighs, squeezes her waist because he doesn’t know what to say to her.

He wants to be honest, of course, wants to let her trace his doubts, to listen to what she has to say, because she’s his best friend, the person he shares everything with. And yet, there’s a part of him that worries she’ll be disappointed if she learns what he agreed to give up on the night before, worries that someone as wildly independent as her won’t be able to understand his choice.

But then he feels the sweet weight of her body on his, the patches of bare skin that brush against his own, sun-kissed, rough with sea-salt, and realizes that she’s the only person he can trust, the only person he wants to trust with this.

So, he presses his lips against her temple and-

“Yeah, we’re fine, he just...” He lets out a breath, runs a hand over his face. “Do you remember how we talked about me applying to the Fire Academy?”

Her smile is so brilliant it hurts. “Of course I do. But what does that –oh.” Her eyes light up in earnestness. “You applied, didn’t you?”

“I did, but-”

“Oh my God, D, that’s great. You’re going to be the best-”

“Kid, please, don’t…” He stops himself, clears his throat, quietly. “M’ not going.”

“What?” she asks, and it’s like the words have been forced out of her. “Why?”

He blinks, feels the muscles in his jaw twitching. “Dad… He doesn’t think this is a good idea.”

“A good idea?” she repeats, disbelief laced in her voice.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, searches her face for any tell-tale sign of disapproval, of distaste, but finds none. Somehow, he deems the realization comforting. “Look, he just doesn’t… He says this could distract me from the family business. And, I dunno, maybe he’s right.”

“Dean-”

“I know what you’re going to say, okay? But I can’t… This is Dad we’re talking about, Y/N. And after everything he went through when Mum got sick… He needs me.”

There’s a crease between her brows and when she takes his hand in hers, it hitches. “D., I know that. But what about… What about what you need? Every time you talk about the Fire Academy, you get that look in your eyes and s’ just… You look so happy.”

There’s urgency etched onto the words as they lash out of her mouth, but her gaze is pure melancholy.

“C’mon, kid. Now you just make it sound like I hate working construction.”

“You don’t. I never said that. But, D-” she runs her fingers through his hair, soft, gentle– “I don’t want you to lose your dream.”

“Hey now… I never said I won’t go for it. It’ll just have to wait for a while.”

One, two, three seconds pass, and then.

“You’re a good son, you know that? In fact-” she clings closer to him, pecks the tip of his nose sweetly- “you’re a good everything.”

A hint of a smile plays across his lips.

He threads his fingers through her hair.

“So, you don’t think I’m an idiot for doing this?” he asks, and it’s like his entire existence is hanging from what she’s about to say.

She looks at him, faux nonchalance dancing in her eyes. “I mean, generally speaking, you are an idiot, but, in this case…” She laces their hands together, makes sure to meet his gaze. “I’d probably do the same.”

He lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding, shakes his head.

His lips brush against her forehead in a lingering kiss.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, kid,” he says.

And he hopes to God he’ll never have to find out.

A/N: Next part coming 8/17

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