Isolation- Valentine’s Drabble

Word Count- 569

Pairing- Jared x Reader

"It just makes more sense. Neither of us should isolate alone. That's how people go nuts...and they're telling everyone to check in with your loved ones, right? We should have someone stay with us that can do that in real time. I've got an extra room. Come stay with me."

It was hard to argue with Jared's logic. The CDC was calling for people staying home and NAMI was calling for people to keep their mental health in mind, which is how you ended up in Jared’s guest room. It was a fairly easy transition, actually. It was comfortable. Jared had been your best friend for years and you were happy to have him around at all times. He helped ease the stress of ‘work from home’ and he helped ease the pain of what was happening in the world around you.

“What do you say to ordering a few bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila and letting loose tonight?” he suggested after a few weeks.

Tequila was a mistake.

Or maybe not. Tequila led to dancing around the living room to 90s Broadway musicals and laughing and trying to remember monologues from high school. Which led to dramatic overacting of scenes from romance movies and a sloppy romance-movie kiss.

You woke up the next morning, your head pounding and stomach sour. And you were wrapped in the loving embrace of a personal sun. "So sweaty," you groaned, pushing him away.

He pulled you back. "Didn't mind last night."

"Was drunk last night," you argued, squirming against his grip. "Not drunk now. Just uncomfortable now!"

"I dunno. Feel pretty comfortable to me."

"Jared, I'm burning up!" You squealed as he held you down, his fingers finding your ribs. "Don't! Please don't tickle me!"

"You're calling me 'sweaty' and you think I'm not gonna pay you back for-"

"You are sweaty! I can feel it through both of our shirts!"

"Stop squirming!" he laughed. "I haven't even started tickling you yet!"

"Don't!" you begged, laughing and squealing as he started to tickle you. "I'm gonna hurl!" you shrieked.

"Don't you dare throw up on my bed!" he warned, letting up on your sides.

You took in a deep breath and turned to look at him. "Why are we in your bed?"

Jared's eyebrows came together as he looked down at you. "I don't remember...but I slept real good with you in here.”

“You were blackout drunk!” you responded, laughing.

“But I liked…” Jared looked away and cleared his throat. “I liked waking up next to you.”

Your cheeks heated up at his words. “I...I liked it, too.”

Hazel eyes turned to you and he laughed. “The first thing you did was complain!”

“About the sweat, not the cuddles!” you argued.

“So...what does this mean for us?” he asked, a bit shyly.

“Well, let’s take it a day at a time, okay?”

“That sounds good to me.”

There was a beat before he shifted away from you and started to get up from the bed. “Hey, Jare?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I remember us getting up on the table and reenacting the kiss from Sixteen Candles last night?”

Jared’s body hit the floor as he tripped, his feet caught in the sheets. You leaned over the side of the mattress to look at him. “Uh, yes?”

“I love that movie,” you said, smiling.

Jared laughed and untangled his feet. “I love you,” he said, walking out of the bedroom to use the restroom. You smiled at his easy declaration.

“Love you, too,” you whispered.

Walker Family Secret- Valentine’s Drabbles

Word Count- 491

Pairing- kinda Cordell Walker x Reader (mostly platonic, though)

"I'm just tired, Cordy."

"I wish you'd never heard Liam call me that." Walker handed you a small glass of sweet tea and sat beside you. "I understand, Y/n. 'Tired' doesn't even begin to cut it after the year I've had."

You sighed and took a drink. It was perfectly sweetened. You'd been wondering for years how Abilene managed that every single time.

"I shouldn't be complaining to you. You've got it a lot worse than I do."

"Why, thank you so much. I feel much better now," he said, smirking.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Damn, I just can’t win tonight, can I?" You set the glass on the table and turned to him. "I just meant that you've got a lot on your plate with the kids and dealing with what happened to Em and coming back to work. I shouldn't bitch about my-"

"Hey. We have known each other for twenty-five years, so you can complain to me about any-goddamn-thing."

"Not true, Walker. This is…" You shrugged. "It's insignificant."

"Not if you're here." You opened your mouth to argue, to say that you were there because Abilene Walker made the best sweet tea or you wanted to see the horses, but he grunted and sat forward. “All right. I know what you need.” He opened his arms wide and jutted his chin down at his chest. “Bring it in.”

“Come on. You think a hug’s gonna fix this?”

“You’re so sure that it won’t?” he challenged.

“Stubborn S.o.B.,” you muttered as you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. As soon as his arms enveloped you, you started to feel relief. The stress of your day, or rather your year, started to melt away. “Man, how did you do that?” you whispered, starting to pull back.

“Walker family secret.” He didn’t let you go from the embrace. “Stay a while.”

“At the ranch or-”

He chuckled. “I was talking about the hug, but you kinda have to stay at the ranch to stay in the hug.”

You settled your head against his chest, wondering what his children, who hadn’t seen you in years, would think if they walked in on you cuddling on their couch. You put that thought out of your head as he adjusted the placement of his hands to your lower back to press you closer. The ‘Walker family secret’ was an effective one. You hadn’t had a chance to embrace Cordell like this since college, when you were freaking out over a midterm test you were certain you had failed. You spent hours being comforted by him that night while your peers were partying in their dorms and in the halls and on the lawns. On a night when you shouldn't have found sleep due to noise and anxiety, you fell asleep in Walker's arms. It was a kind of magic he had.

"I'll stay a while," you whispered.

True or Manufactured- Valentine’s Drabble

Word Count- 1110 (little bit more than a drabble...oops)

Pairing- Geralt of Rivia x Reader

"She's lost her mind, Geralt! I've never seen her act like this. She's all...she...I can't even describe it. She's just insane and-"

"Stop talking." Geralt looked up from his ale and sighed as the bard took a breath. "Who?"

Jaskier sat across from him, slapping the table. "Y/n! She's not herself. She's all over Lord Skilde and she despises him! We've had long conversations about how vile and terrible and, honestly, ugly he is. She hates his overfed guts!"

Geralt tilted his head as he listened to Jaskier go on about Y/n in a sheer outfit, sitting on Skilde's lap in his great hall.

"Why should I care? She sounds happy," he responded once Jaskier calmed down a bit.

"He had to have done something to her! A-a spell or a potion or a genie wish! You have to help her!"

"I do?"

Jaskier looked shocked that Geralt wasn't grabbing his swords and running to Skilde's palace. "I'm not stupid, Geralt." The Witcher opened his mouth to debate that statement, but the bard continued. "I've seen how you look at her. You can't fool me. You don't want her to end up some disgusting lord's concubine."

Geralt rolled his eyes and stood. "If she's there by choice, I'm throttling you, Bard."

Glue and Lace- Valentine’s Drabble

Word Count-446

Pairing- Sam Winchester x Reader

You worked on it for days...went through three different designs, five irreparable mistakes on the design you settled on, two different colors of glitter and all the lace ribbon in your craft box. From the moment Sam said, "Never had a Valentine" when you mentioned it was your first V-day as a couple, you knew you had to do something special and, yes, sappy.

A handmade Valentine's card, of course! It had to be perfect. It had to be amazing. It had to be heart-shaped and pink and red and shimmering and gorgeous!

You tucked the card in a large envelope and sealed it, pressing your lips to the paper to leave at kiss imprint.

You smiled as you leaned it against one of the lamps on the first table in the library and walked away.

Sam found you in the kitchen an hour later. The envelope was on his hand. "Hey, uh, what's this about?" he asked, waving the envelope around.

"You didn't open it?" You stood and smiled up at him. "Generally, you know, a person opens an envelope with their name written all pretty on the front."

Sam scoffed and smirked as he slipped his finger across the seal, breaking your kiss mark. "Well, it smells good," he commented as he reached into the envelope.

"I sprayed it with that expensive perfume you like so much," you beamed at him.

He smiled as he looked at the girly heart card in his hand. "'Happy Valentine's Day to my amazing boyfriend'," he read before opening the card to read the inside. "'Roses are red, Violets smell sweet, thank God for the vamps, that led us to meet'." He made a sound suspiciously like an 'awww' and stared at the card for another few moments before leaning down and kissing you. "Thank you for this. I've never-"

"I know! You told me...and I wanted to make it cute and special and glittery-"

"Just like you."

You laughed as he grabbed your head and kissed you again. "I'm not glittery!" you said with a giggle.

"Yeah, you are," he responded with a laugh as he swept his thumb across your cheek. It took you a moment to realize that he'd spread craft herpes across your face.

"You jerk!" You slapped his chest but couldn't help laughing with him.

"You look good all shiny."

You grabbed the card and rubbed it across his hair. "So do you!" You giggled and started to flee, but he was far too quick, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you against his body.

"You're shiny and beautiful. Thank you for the card."

"Thank you for being my Valentine."

Grounded- Valentine’s Drabble

Word Count-862

Pairing-Jensen x Reader

It was cold. The fire wasn't doing much to combat it unless you were right in front of the fireplace. You didn't want to be in the cabin by yourself. You were supposed to be there with your husband. But a blizzard coming in had grounded all of the planes out of Toronto and he was stuck in Canada for the weekend. Valentine's weekend, romantic cabin in the woods, steaks and good whiskey, smell-swell candles...and you were alone.

"I'm okay. I promise," you said into your phone, poking the fire logs with an iron poker. "I'm more worried about you, Jay. That blizzard looks like it's gonna be destructive and you don't have a condo up there. Is your hotel-"

"My hotel is more than prepped, honey. Don't worry about me. I'm just pissed off that I have to miss Valentine’s Day. I fought with Eric for two days to get this weekend off and it doesn’t even fucking matter."

You could hear the irritation in his voice and all you wanted was a chance to hug him and make him feel better. "It's okay. More steak for me. Seriously...not the first Valentine’s Day I've spent alone."

"And I hate that!" Jensen groaned as you moved back from the fire a bit. "I've left you alone on too many special occasions!"

"It's not your fault. You don't control the weather...do you?" you added as he started to argue it.

"You don't know. I might."

"Well, if you could, you'd be home right now."

"Yeah," he responded, despair in his voice. "I'd be there with you, next to the fire, holding you tight and keeping you warm."

Retreat

Author’s Note: Aesthetic made by @idreamofplaid​  (used with permission given like a year ago when I started this one-shot)

Summary: A text message from an ex sends Y/n into a spiral of sadness. What can her friend, Sam, do to help?

Pairing: Past OMC x Reader, Past OFC x Reader, Sam x Reader

Word count: 1886

Story Warnings: bisexual reader, self-esteem issues, loneliness, past breakups, fluff

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You stared at your phone, reading and re-reading the message chain. Every word of it hurt. You were drinking. It wasn't even noon yet. Before the text convo was even done, you’d poured yourself a tumbler of whiskey. As soon as her name popped up on your phone, you’d felt the need to drink. You barely noticed Sam walk into the Library, too lost in the past and your liquor.

“Hey.” Your eyes snapped up and caught his. “You okay?”

You gave a tight smile and nodded. “Yeah. Aren’t I always?”

“No,” he said, sitting on the table next to your phone and looking down at you. “What’s wrong?”

You took a drink of your whiskey and sighed. “My ex-girlfriend messaged me.”

“The ex-girlfriend?” Sam asked. Of course, Rosa wasn’t the only ex-girlfriend, but she was the most important. Rosa was the one who’d broken your heart…several times. The on-again/off-again high school sweetheart who’d helped you discover and explore the woman-loving side of yourself. “What’d she say?”

You presented him the phone and leaned back as he read the short message chain.

>>I’m sorry my selfishness overshadowed how special and important you were to me and that I didn’t realize it until it was too late.

The One With the Halloween Party

Author’s Note: Written for @smol-and-grumpy​ for her Superfriends Challenge! Also goes for my Meet Cute square for @spndeanbingo​

Summary: Dean is going to his last high school Halloween party, dressed as his favorite superhero...and meets his favorite little henchwoman.

Pairing: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Word count: 1011

Story Warnings: underage drinking, making out

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“Are you sure you wanna sulk around the motel, Sammy? You can always come with. There’s gonna be other freshmen there,” Dean called from the bathroom.

“I’m fine, Dean. I don’t even have a costume,” Sam dismissed. “It’s fine. I’ve got homework anyway.”

“Nerd,” Dean said as he walked out of the bathroom, adjusting his gloves. “How do I look?”

Sam scoffed. “You called me a nerd?” He rolled his eyes as Dean adjusted his black rubber cowl.

“Shut up. Batman’s badass.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not Batman.”

Dean shrugged. “I am tonight. Don’t wait up, Sammy.” He winked at his little brother as he walked out the door and started walking toward the house party at the house on the corner of Sixth and Vine. He passed kids in costumes, happily trick-or-treating. They giggled and ran and Dean tried not to think about the myriad things that could steal them away into the dark. Tonight was about fun and candy and girls and booze...if the cheerleader that invited him was to be believed.

The door was open so he strolled in, walking up to the table straight ahead and grabbing a cup of punch and a handful of pigs in a blanket. He was happy to taste the burn of too much rum in the punch.

“Well, if it isn’t the Bat-Man,” a distinctly Arleen Sorkin-esque voice shouted from across the living room. “Shouldn’t ya have a sidekick feedin’ ya those piggies?”

Dean turned, swallowing down a mouthful of food and almost choking on it when his eyes fell on a girl in a skintight black and red jester costume, leaning on a comically large hammer. He cleared his throat and took a drink of punch. “Well, Dr. Quinzel, I gave the Boy Wonder the night off. Kids gotta go trick-or-treating while they can,” he said, dropping his voice to a lower register.

Lilo

Author’s Note: Written for @avengerscompound ‘s 1000 Words Challenge. I picked for my prompt Lilo- a friendship that can lie dormant for years only to pick back up instantly, as if no time had passed since you last saw each other.

Summary: Clint runs into his old best friend from his days in the carnival.

Pairing: mentions of Clintasha, mentions of Bobbi/Clint, Clint x Reader (currently platonic...might change if I decide to continue this)

Word count: 2352

Story Warnings: um...n-none? There aren’t any...I fluffed. 

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A donut in his mouth, a backpack hanging by one strap, an untied shoe, and a cup of coffee in his hand, he was trying his hardest not to trip down the stoop at the front of his apartment building. Average morning for Clint Barton: Avenger.

“You’re a mess,” a calm, deep voice said from the shadows next to the dumpsters.

“Wa’s nuw?” Clint responded, his mouth still full of his breakfast pastry.

The Winter Soldier walked forward and took the backpack and the coffee from the archer’s hands, rolling his eyes. “Tie your shoe.”

Clint dropped to his knees and tied the laces before popping up and biting off a bit of his donut. “Thanks. I woke up late and-”

“Later than your normal late?” Barnes asked, drily.

“Oh, ha ha. I’m not always late.”

“Yes, you are.” Bucky put the coffee in Clint’s hand and held out the backpack for him to get it on his back.

“No!” Clint argued. “There was, um, that one time when I was there before Captain America!”

“When you fell asleep in the conference room and were still in there when Steve showed up the next morning?” Bucky asked as they started walking toward the subway entrance.

"It counts! I was in the room before Steve Rogers and that is a win."

Blood and Water 9- Trial

Blood and Water Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is a sequel series to On a Hiding to Nothing. Many, many thanks to @sculptorofbeginnings for betaing this for me!

Pairing(s): Dean x Twin Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 6040

Summary: Y/n and her brothers navigate their relationships and have a bit of fluffy-happy. (AKA the Calm Before the Men of Letters Shitstorm)

Chapter Warnings:  incest (sister wincest), fluff, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, spit-roast, little bit of Dom!Sam, unprotected sex, bit of pain!kink, a bit of jealous!Sam and jealous!Dean

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You couldn’t remember being so nervous about a kiss. Not even the first fumbling kiss you experienced with that young deputy at twenty-two. Your first kiss with Jesse had been lubricated by liquor and the wholly unique high of freedom...of being you for the first time in your life. Standing in the war room with your brothers' eyes on you, you were shaking with nervous energy.

You ran your hands up Sam's arms to drift your fingers through his hair and he leaned tenderly into the touch. "It's okay, Y/n," he said, hazel eyes bright with their attempt to comfort you.

You went to your tiptoes, pulling his head down to meet yours as he tightened his grip on your hips and you both closed your eyes. When your lips touched you moaned, and all nervousness slipped away as the kiss quickly evolved from sweet and almost-chaste to passionate and full of fire. Your tongue slid into his mouth, massaging the muscle as his hands moved to caress your ass through your pajama pants.

"Yeah Grab her ass, Sammy, she loves that." Your twin's breathy words distracted you for a moment, and you started to pull out of the embrace until Sam's grip tightened and lifted you against his body. You squealed as he brought you higher, causing your feet to leave the ground. You managed to not break the kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Sam stepped toward the map table, his fingers digging harshly into your butt until he dropped you on it. Sam immediately moved to attack your neck with his mouth, his hands moving to push your tank top up to reveal your belly and the underside of your breasts.

Meant To Be

Author’s Note: Written for @atc74​ Duets Reboot Challenge. I picked Bebe Rexha and Florida-Georgia Line’s Meant To Be.

Summary: Y/n meets an attractive green-eyed man at a bar. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 3059

Story Warnings: (You’re not gonna believe this but) Fluff! Some awesome shy younger Jensen (2006-ish), a blossoming new love...no angst, no smut, not even a kiss between them

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You spent the better part of an hour staring at the mirror in your bathroom. You hated going out. Bars and nightclubs, they just weren’t your style...but it was your best friend’s birthday and she had insisted. You were sure you weren’t going to have any fun...but for Kaylee, you’d fake it.

She wrapped you in a hug when you arrived at the bar and you smiled brightly, reaching up to flick the ‘Birthday Girl’ tiara sitting on top of her perfect hair. “You look amazing! Thirty looks great on you!” you exclaimed.

“Thank you so much! Happy birthday to me!” she returned, happily. “We’re all over here in the corner booth with the table attached!”

“Okay. Let me just get a drink and I’ll meet you over there!”

“Oh, and I invited a couple guys from my work so...ya know,” she said before turning away with a wink.

You barely held in the groan that bubbled up in your chest. Of course Kaylee had turned this into an opportunity to set you up with some guy you’ve never met. She’d been harping on you that you needed a boyfriend since you moved to Dallas two years ago. You didn’t really want a man. You’d been hurt too many times before.

You shook your head and stepped to the bar, dancing back and forth on your three inch heels. You hated heels. You hated bars. You hated setups. Kaylee better be happy you loved her.

A drunk man on your right bumped into you and you stumbled to your left. A set of hands grabbed your waist and kept you from toppling over. “Whoa, you okay?” a deep voice asked. You turned to the voice, ready to shrug it off, but you got caught in a tractor beam of the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen sitting on a face so perfect you didn’t know it was possible.

“Uh...y-yeah, I’m...yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for the quick reflexes,” you said, your cheeks heating up as he smiled at you.

“Well, you, uh…” He removed his hands and put his left one up to get the bartender’s attention. “Be careful on those heels, huh?”

“Yeah. Th-thanks.”

Christmas Future

Author’s Note: The last of a trilogy of Past, Present and Future Christmas fluff with Dean Winchester.

Summary: Post season 15 with a bit of speculation on the ending...The Winchesters have a happy Christmas Eve in the bunker.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen

Word count: 1286

Story Warnings: So much fluff! That is all.

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"You better stop running after her or you're going on the naughty list!" Dean called, taking a glass of eggnog to the table.

"Santa's not real!" a short response called back.

"He was real, he's just dead now, Johnny! Don't you listen to Uncle Sam's stories?!" a small female voice shot back.

"Even if those lesser gods were Santa and Mrs. Claus, they didn't have a freakin' Naughty list,  they had a cannibal shopping list of people to pull up the chimney and eat!"

"Cannibals eat their own kind, stupid! They weren't eating other pagan gods!"

Dean looked across the table at Y/n, working on her crochet project. "You wanna help me out with this, honey?"

Christmas Past

Author’s Note: The first of a trilogy of Past, Present and Future Christmas fluff with Dean Winchester.

Summary:  17 year old Dean’s trawling the mall a few days before Christmas and meets a young homeless runaway. He takes her for a burger, listens to her story and decides to help her.

Pairing: none

Word count: 1148

Story Warnings: mentions of abuse and addiction

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Dean traveled the whole mall several times. It was partly to kill time, partly to find a gift for Sam, partly to look for unattended department store shopping bags and partly to get a good idea of the patrol patterns of the rent-a-cops.

Every time he passed the food court, she was there. Sitting at a lonesome table in the corner, picking at a soft pretzel and drinking Sprite out of a water cup.

He made a Kim’s Game out of it, examining her as he walked through the rows of tables. How many holes in her jacket? How many fingers still attached to her gloves? How many cuts on her face?

She was obviously homeless, probably a runaway, and she was trying to keep from being chased out of a warm place by spending her little bit of cash on a pretzel and eating as slow as possible to avoid ‘loitering’.

“You like burgers?” he asked, flopping into the chair on the opposite side of her table.

Wishverse- Happy Ever

Author’s Note: Hard Ten Masterlist, Wishverse Masterlist

Summary: THE FINAL CHAPTER! There’s closure, there’s fluff, there’s more fluff, there’s a wedding ceremony, there’s a house! There’s a happy fucking ending!

Pairing(s): Dean X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 4576

Warnings: mentions of assault, mentions of prostitution, mentions of past sexual assault, little bit of angst, a buncha fluff

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“-don’t know who you people think you-”

“You are terrible people who-”

“Where do you get off telling us who we are when-”

“-taking my daughter to Vegas when she barely-”

“Like you give a fuck about y/n! You’re just worried about your inheritance getting smaller when she-”

Dean held your hand as Carol and your mother screamed at John and Kate. Every time you moved to stand from the couch and get in the middle of the confrontation, he shook his head and squeezed your hand. They had to get past it. They were family now and they had to get through it so everything could settle.

You were trying to tune it out, using breathing techniques that your doctor taught you to calm your panic, but eventually you pulled your hand from Dean's and stood. “ENOUGH! Jesus Christ, people! It doesn't matter! Do you even realize how petty you're all being? Dean and I are in love and we're married and that is the important thing, here. We invited you to meet so that you could get to know each other, not so that you could tear at each other's throats like rabid animals.”

Wishverse- Designs

Wishverse- Designs

Author’s Note: Hard Ten Masterlist, Wishverse Masterlist

Summary: Y/n’s family and friends don’t trust Dean, but she doesn’t really give a damn.

Pairing(s): Dean X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3995

Warnings: mentions of assault, mentions of prostitution, mentions of past sexual assault, little bit of angst,  18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! oral sex (male rec), a buncha fluff

“City planner wants to see the prints for the DMV,” Deedee popped her head into your office, but didn’t enter. She’d been on edge around you since the party that didn’t happen, despite your profuse apology the Monday after you got back from the other timeline. She seemed to think you were going to explode at her with the slightest provocation. You couldn’t really blame her but it was irritating.

“It’s on the draft desk.” You pointed toward the main office, the large drafting desk with the stack of papers.

Deedee lingered in the doorway, eyes on what you were working on. “What’s that?”

“Just a house I’m designing.”

“Do we have a new client? I didn’t-”

You shook your head. “Nah. This is just for me, for fun. I’m ahead of schedule on the DMV so I thought I’d do a little fantasy planning.”

She stepped into your office fully and looked down at the papers. “Is that a nursery?” You nodded. “It’s kinda big, isn’t it?”

“Not always gonna be a nursery. It would be a kid’s bedroom and, eventually, a teenager’s room,” you responded nonchalantly.

“Y/n, can I…”

“Say what you wanna say, Deedee.”

She took a deep breath and kneeled down next to your chair. “I’m worried about you. Ever since you’ve been dating that Dean guy, you’ve been different. Bad different.”

“Correlation is not causation,” you said, focusing back on your drawing, starting to work out the perfect dimensions for a bathroom.

Plus One

Author’s Note: Written for @spnfanficpond Galentine’s Day for @coffee-obsessed-writer It’s a day early, girl, so treat yo self

Also written for @spnkinkbingo, filling my Meet Cute square

Summary: When y/n is forced to learn to dance for her ex’s wedding, she meets a certain green-eyed man whose brother thinks he doesn’t have any rhythm.

Pairing(s): Dean X bisexual!Reader, Past OFC x Reader

Word Count: 4772

Warnings: ballroom dancing, fluffiness, bad flirting, little bit of dirty talk, 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!  protected sex, oral sex (fem rec), fingering,

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You grimaced as you walked into the large open room with the mirrored walls. You were the only one in the room below the age of sixty. You didn’t want to be there. You wanted to walk out, entry fee be damned, but you had to learn or you were going to make a fool of yourself. Probably do that, anyway.

You sat on a bench in the far corner and waited for the instructor to show up. You were picking at your cuticles when the door opened and the most handsome man you’d ever seen walked in. You thought he might be the instructor for a moment, as he was about your age which put him a good twenty years younger than anyone else taking the class, but he surveyed the room and then moved to lean against the non-mirrored wall near the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps bulged under his plain black tee. Your eyes flicked to his left hand and you were happy to see there wasn’t a ring there, but you didn’t let your hopes up. He could be here to learn for his wedding.

The instructor was a woman who must’ve been in her seventies and she looked like she’d smell like the inside of a craft store. When she told everyone to pair up, the handsome man made a beeline for you, which made you smile. “You already got a dance partner, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, his eyes a brilliant green and you found yourself frozen for a moment as you wondered how this man was a real human being.

“Uh, no. I’m a solo.”

“Not anymore, you’re not. I’m Dean.” He offered you his hand, which seemed huge.

Wishverse- Turkey Day

Author’s Note: Hard Ten Masterlist, Wishverse Masterlist

Summary: Carol presses y/n’s buttons, y/n takes Dean to a special refuge, everyone says what they’re thankful for, and Dean shocks y/n with his karaoke prowess.

Pairing(s): Dean X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 6704

Warnings: mentions of prostitution, mentions of PTSD, anxiety attack, mentions of past sexual assault, 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!  protected sex, fingering, oral (fem rec)

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“That’s beautiful. I- the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Dean looked almost teary as he looked down at the apple pie in your hands.

“It’ll look better after it’s baked,” you assured him as you bent down to place the pie in the oven next to the cherry one and above the pumpkin and pecan ones. He stepped up behind you, obviously not caring that members of your family were still in the room, and grabbed a big handful of your ass. You squealed and pulled away, twisting into his arms. He pressed his lips to yours and you moaned a little louder than was strictly necessary, liking the way Carol bristled at the sound. She really didn't like you happy. Bitch.

“Sorry, princess. Couldn't help myself.”

“Coulda,” you contradicted, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking up into his eyes.

He smiled. “Fine. Didn’t want to,” he whispered.