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This was utterly delicious. I’d like a Sam in the morning, too, please. 

How It Is

PAIRING: Sam Wilson x female reader WARNINGS: Language, talk of sexy times, fluff WORD COUNT: 662 SQUARE FILLED: “Oh, that’s how it is?”

(My first fill for @star-spangled-bingo​ 2020!)

Sam stood in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame as he watched you get dressed. He let his eyes travel over your bare feet, covered in stockings with a seam down the back of your legs, the skirt you’d just pulled on hanging right at your knees. You zipped your skirt and stood with your hands on your hips, staring at the blouses you had hanging in your closet as Sam focused on the back clasp of your bra. 

“You know …”

You jumped when you heard his voice, unaware that he’d come into the bedroom, or that he’d even returned from his morning run. You gave a quiet laugh, laying a hand over your heart. 

“You scared me. You need to make some noise, let me know when you’re sneaking up on me.” “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the sneak?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“You know what I mean.” “How am I supposed to defeat the bad guys if I can’t silently sneak up on them?”

You smiled. 

“So I’m the bad guy now?”

Sam hung his head. 

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This is so cute and domestic and playful and ugh, my heart <3 

Cait! Happy Sunday (as long as you aren't eating canned cheese) !! Can I please request "wow you're photogenic."?

This was from so long ago, Ayesha, I’m very sorry! But I hope you enjoy! 

Might be love, might be something else. Mornings come slower lately, and he’s savouring the shape of them, the unwinding of them. Delicate and spiced now with something soft and tender; he’ll grab it when he can. 

Sam stretches out on the sofa, feet tucked up under a throw cushion he had, three Saturdays ago, sworn you didn’t need, but here it is, and he loves it almost as much as the hands that plucked it from the sale bin; lips pouting and pleading until he’d given in, bribed more by the kiss of your smile than anything else. 

“Might be love?” Bucky is fond of saying. “Bud, you’re in. You’re in deep.” 

And he is, he is, he must be, because he’s been hungry for such a long time. A soul hunger, scratching down deep to the bones of him, and there you curl, all sun-warmed and sweet, nestled beneath his heart. Safe within him. 

He smirks, pleased with the poetry, plans on slipping it into your ear once lunch is finished. Lets his eyes drift shut and breathes deep the scent of fresh laundry, glad to be finished with the folding, content with the division of labour, these labours of love. 

“Honey?” you call, and he feels it. Slow and sweet, but he won’t open his eyes. Likes pretending to be asleep, so you’ll poke him, prod him, get closer until he can reach out, the fine-tuned reflexes of a soldier, and pull you down into a laughing embrace. The kind to take his breath away. 

Two more steps. 

He imagines you leaning over him, wiping your hands on a dishcloth, reaching out -- oh, there’s a rustle. A...a clink? 

Eyes stubbornly closed, but he wants to peek. Another clink. Something metallic? Something...

“Sam, honey, are you asleep?” you murmur, voice feather-soft. 

Playful, because he can be, because Captain America be damned -- he’ll play a practical joke on his girlfriend if he wants to -- Sam smiles, but keeps his eyes closed. There’s a shuffle, a light, familiar tapping, and a shutter sound. 

A quick exhale. “Wow,” you breathe, “you’re photogenic.” 

His smile widens. “You were supposed to tell me to ‘say cheese,’” Sam teases, eyes opening as he surges upwards, captures your lips in an easy kiss. “Not fair, sweetheart.” 

“Still a great picture,” you laugh, turning your phone to show him. He makes a soft noise of approval, and swings his legs over the side of the couch to make room for you. “But if it’s cheese you want...” 

“Mmm. Cheese would be good.” Another kiss, this one to your temple. Skin warm and he can smell the orange soap on your hands.  A hint of cinnamon on the air. Behind him, the drone of the microwave. This is home, he thinks.“But not that spray stuff in the can. That’s Bucky’s.” 

Hello Boys Warnings:none that i can think of ------------------------------------------------- No pairings

You had been on a hunt with the Winchesters , tracking down a couple of shapeshifters to an abandoned building, when you had split from the brothers , right in the middle of a show-down, to chase one of the slimy buggers ,that had bolted at the sight of Sam and Dean.

"Oi , Y/N get your ass back here!"Dean gruffly said as he fought of one of the three monsters,Sam grunting as he fought of the second.

"I'll be back in a sec' ,pretty boy ,don't wait up"you shouted back, chasing after the one that had gotten away

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Now ,you were semi- new in the world of hunting the things that went bump in the night , but you did have at least enough knowledge and training (courtesy of both brothers themselves) to know how to kill them. So when your escapee had jumped out at you from behind a corner, you hadn't imagined too see yourself staring right back , the creepy image shaking you to the core as it raised it's arms above it's head and slammed down, lodging something sharp right into your chest as you gasped.

Looking up , you locked your eyes onto your clone as you slowly pulled the foreign object from within the small cavity it had made in your skin ,blinking up at the creature slyly,  you let your eyes flicker shut before opening them again,black inky irises stared at the shape-shifting creature as it's face , no, your face morphed into one of panic and confusion.

Smirking,  your eyes glazed over before you whispered..

"Now, now, I know you damn freaks want a piece of the Winchesters, but darling , you can't touch what's not yours".

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A/N: This is my first time writing anything for one of the fandom bases I'm in and I had a brain fart and this popped up but I don't really know if I like it but oh well, enjoy this little shitfest I've wrote :))

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Started: 06 07 22

Last updated: 22 08 22

Key:  ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing,  ☾ angst,  ★ fluff, ♡ smut

Challenges

various x reader

30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters.  ♥  ★  ☾

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Supernatural 

Dean x Sam x Winchester reader 

Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. ♥  ☾

Dean x reader

Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.  ✓

Crushing (Part one) |  Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.  ✓ ☾

Sam x reader

Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.  ✓  ★

Bobby x reader

I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?  ✓ ☾

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Stranger things (coming soon)

Eddie Munson X reader

Like marmite | Summary:  How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+  ✓ ★ ♡

I love you

Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109 

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

“My, my, my” A deep voice emerged, surrounding you, it sounded as if it was coming from all directions. The creature stepped out in front of you, in body clad in a black crisp suit, dark red splotches scatted on the material. Its hair was slicked back, styled smartly. It emerged from the shadows, into the slight light the salt and burn was casting, blue eyes, switching and turning black, the smell of sulphur and rotten eyes overpowering your senses.

The demon laughed, more like cackled as it walked towards you. If you weren’t incapacitated you would have fought back, but the searing pain froze you to the spot you were stood in. The vessel the demon was occupying was definitely attractive, but that didn’t matter. The demon got closer, until it was a few inches from your face, it grabbed at your face, leaning forward, inhaling your scent. “My, my, my” it repeated again, leaning in towards you, its hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Who would have thought that I would get the jump on the infamous y/n Singer” it whispered, its voice sweet almost melodic, but the sinister undertone was still there. “I can’t wait to tell your dear old father” it continues, running a finger over your cheek, down to your side, where the hilt on the blade was sticking out of you. Its hand wrapped around it, wiggling it up and down, the pain surging again, as your knees weakened, and you collapsed to the floor with a gasp. The blade puncturing more of your insides as it stayed in the demon’s hand when you fell.

“Oh, yes!” it giggles manically, “I can’t wait to tell dear old daddy, but first you get to suffer” It kicked you in the side, dirt and mucked adding and mixing into your wound. It turned to look at you, smirking before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. You could feel the blood pouring out of your side faster than before, laying down you curled into a ball, trying to maintain body head. You could hardly feel your hands and feet by now, your body going into shock with the blood loss, but you willed yourself to dig around in your pocket, pulling out the phone, and calling the only man you had on speed dial.

The phone rings a few times, your close to giving up, conserving your energy, when a gruff voice finally answered.

“What have you done now, Idgit” The voice askes, the undertones soft and gentle, caring.

“Dad” you whisper, more blood pouring out of your mouth, you breath in shakily, pain rippling throughout you. “I need to visit you soon; it’s been too long” You try to keep your voice cheerful, not allow him to realise anything is wrong

“What’s wrong y/n” His voice is hard. Of course, you couldn’t fool your dad, of course the infamous Bobby Singer knew when something was wrong. The concern in his voice rolling in waves through the phone, you could imagine him now, standing in the yard, dark eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“Nothing’s wrong Dad” You squeak out, before a coughing fit overtakes your body, droplets of blood being expelled out of your mouth.

“That’s Bullshit, y/n!” He yells, dad could always tell when you were lying, but you ignored him, continuing with the story, that nothing was wrong.

“I just wanted to call you Dad, it’s been awhile s’all” You whisper, energy draining from your body quicker after you stopped coughing. Though a smile planted itself on your face, thinking of your father and the memories you had with him.

Bobby takes awhile to respond, you can imagine the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out what was going on and how to help you. But you knew you weren’t long for this world, and you needed to tell him one last thing.

“Dad” you gasped, it was getting harder to breath, your eyesight had started going black around the rims, almost like those stylised photos you saw every so often.

“I love you Dad” Your energy was almost depleted now. Body cold and blue, most of your blood on the floor underneath you. Your ears had started ringing, your brain going foggy. Closing your eyes, it was easier to concentrate on your father’s comforting voice.

“Y/n! What is going on?” He yells down the phone, impatience and fear radiating from his voice.

“I love you Dad” You responded, a happy smile slipping over your face as you got to tell him something you didn’t say often. A hunter’s life was one of gore and hard-faced people, not a life full of lovey moments, though you wished you had said that you loved him more.

You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, eyelids to heavy to move. Your chest felt like the weigh of the world was rested upon it, organs shutting down one by one. Your heart slowing, trying to pump the last remaining blood around your system, your lungs hard inflating with much needed oxygen. It was your time. “I love you, Daddy.” You mustered up the last of your strength, taking the deepest breath you could, before repeating the three little words you wished you had told your father more. Your soul started to slip from your body, the ache in your side becoming more distant, your senses becoming numb, fading. Your dads voice distant, yelling and pleading your name over and over again like a broken record. You smiled as darkness encompassed you, your life slipping away, peace holding your hand as you crossed the line between life and death. Happy as you got to remind your dad that you loved him one last time.

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Crushing part two

Dean x reader

Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.

a/n: I am so sorry this has taken so long! But I got there, busy ass week. Hoping to write more next week and get more things posted. Thank you to @megamall98 for the request.

warnings: angst, sex/adult themes, swearing

word count: 1268

Part one

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God her lips! I couldn’t get enough; they were rosy red and plump they looked just like theirs. Like y/n’s. And by chuck was this woman a good fucking kisser. I close my eyes imaging that I was kissing y/n instead.

It hadn’t taken long for me and the random woman I had picked up in the local bar to arrive back at the bunker. The alcohol I had consumed to forget my love for y/n was rushing through my veins. I probably shouldn’t have driven, I know y/n would kill me if she knew, but I need to forget about her; move on, and this chick on my arm was my answer. As soon as we entered the bunker, we were like teenagers, her body was clad in a little tight black dress, nothing like y/n would wear; it made it easier to separate hook-ups from y/n if they were complete opposites. I pinned her against the wall, my fingers dancing up her thigh, my lips pressing gently then hard, then gentle again against her neck until I reached the right spot and she moaned. My fingers continued their journey, playing with the elastic of her panties, fingers creeping underneath, playing with her clit.

We moved throughout the bunker, from the door to the kitchen to the floor. I pinned her arms above her head, sliding her little black dress up her body, before pulling off her panties. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, like a halo, she looked godly, beautiful even; but no where near as amazing as y/n. I closed my eyes, before peppering her neck with kisses, imagining y/n beneath me, my cock getting harder.

But that’s when the argument started.

A short gasp, followed by the slamming of the front door, gave away to someone intruding. I whipped my head around, and there they were. Fuck, I had forgotten about them; I guess my plan worked. But the flash of hurt, anger, confusion that quickly appeared on their face quickly pulled me to my senses. I clambered up off of the blonde on the floor, noticing tears at the corner of y/n’s eyes, before they suddenly turned around, running off, their feet pounding on the floor.

“Fuck! I’ve really screwed this up” I mutter to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I turn and look at the annoyed blonde, who was no longer attractive and was no longer getting any of me.

“I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria” I mumble, turning away to follow y/n. I don’t actually know the blondes name to be honest, and I also don’t have her number, but even if I did have her number I’d never call it.

Catching up with y/n is not as easy as it seems. Y/n’s fast, well they should be, they’re a hunter. But I’m taller, and my long legs give my advantage; like a predator chasing its prey. I reach out, my fingers ghosting their arm, but that’s all it take to grab them and yank them into my chest before spinning them around to face my direction. They don’t look at me, head hanging down, I hurt them. I know I hurt them. If I could, I would be theirs in an instant, but we’re hunters, we can’t live the apple pie life. We can’t live their dream.

I want them to look at me, I want to see their beautiful eyes, even if they show all the hurt I’ve caused them. “Look at me y/n” I growl, grabbing their chin gently with my thumb and finger, lifting their head up so their eyes can meet mine. My other hand lifting to move hair out of their face and brushing it behind their ear. Yet, they pulled away, like they were disgusted, grossed out. Like I was the sludge at the bottom of a bin.

“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” I yell harsher than I intend too, my arms waving between the two of us. Little do they know I’ve loved them for ages, but I can’t, we can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that, I want them to be happy, and they’d never be happy with just me. I miss the days where we were close, where I knew they didn’t like me back, where I was the only one getting hurt. Like the day where they fell asleep in the library slumped over a pile of lore books, hair scruffy like a mane around their face, a small dribble of drool escaping their lips, I missed the closeness between us, like when I picked them up, their warmth radiating off of them, their smell invading my senses. I loved the feeling of their skin on my lips as I tucked them into bed, kissing their forehead before whispering “I love you. Y/n” I miss the days where only I was the one getting hurt.

But now I have to break their heart.

“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you” I mutter, my heart shattering. I wanted nothing more to pin them against the wall and kiss them; tell them, show them how much I love them, but I can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that. So, I lie, through gritted teeth.

“But you told me you loved me!” They yell, eyes red with anger and hurt, oceans of tears pouring down their cheeks. Fuck, they had heard me that night, that’s what started all of this. Why did they have to hear me?

“I love you, y/n” I whisper, I see the hope in their eyes, and it hurts but I had to tell them I love them one last time, before I have to hurt them. “I love you so much…” My heart shatters, this isn’t the way I wanted to confess, damn why did I have to be a hunter, I want to give her that apple pie life! I feel frustrated, angry at myself at my life choices, I wish everything was different. “I love you so much… just not in that way” I finished. They gasped, stepping backwards slightly, stepping away from me, like they were wounded. I wish I could take care of them.

“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.” I lie through my teeth. I reach out a hand, trying to at least wipe a few tears away, but they just slap at my hand, my skin starting to turn red from the contact. My hand stings, but the pain doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as my heart.

I’ve got to finish what I’ve started, rip the plaster off. “Y/n” I sigh, lowering my arm away from them, “You need to move on”.

I can’t look at them any longer, I can’t see the pain I’m causing them, I should be the only one in pain. I leave, turning my back to them, I heard the thump of their body falling to the floor, the loud sobs as I walked away. I felt my hot tears burning my skin, as they break through my outer defences.

I try to convince myself that this is the best for them, for us. They can get the life they wanted, and I’ll go back to the only one being hurt. The way it should be, because Hunters like me, we don’t het happy ever afters.

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30 day writing  challenge

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Summary: Using @creativepromptsforwriting 30 day challenge. I have decided to write the different prompts for different characters. Have edited some of the prompts to fit in more with an x reader insert.

Day 1: First kiss | Sam x reader

Day 2: No dialog | Dean x reader

Day 3: Use the words, kitchen, date and music | Eddie x reader

Day 4: pining | Eddie x reader

Day 5: 100 word drabble

Day 6: blackout

Day 7: Use the words, small town, bar, jukebox

Day 8: Finding a new hobby

Day 9: Heated debate

Day 10: Use the title, promises made, promises kept

Day 11: Dancing

Day 12: Explain readers motivation

Day 13: Write about the last thing the reader brought 

Day 14: Regret

Day 15: Girls night

Day 16: Thank you

Day 17: Car ride

Day 18: Use a song as a title

Day 19:  Write a story about taking the bus and just sitting there till the last station without the need to go anywhere.

Day 20:  Write about someone who lost a lot of weight

Day 21: Angst

Day 22: Use the words hearing aids, park bench and deep conversation in your next story.

Day 23: Dreaming

Day 24: Use the words, crown, dance and smile

Day 25: String lights and polaroid's 

Day 26: Use the title, Like waves in the ocean

Day 27: Write an ending without a beginning

Day 28: Confessions

Day 29: Nicknames

Day 30:  Write about someone getting their first tattoo

Firsts

Day 1: First kiss 

Sam x reader

Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos? 

a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.

warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!

word count: 1113

You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.

Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.

You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.

You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.

“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.

“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.

“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.

You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.

“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.

He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.

They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.

“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.

This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.

He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.

Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.

You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.

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Wish, I could have told you sooner

Day 2: No dialogue

Dean x reader

Summary: Dean wishes he had spoke sooner

a/n:I said this would take longer than 30 days XD. Heres day two! Very angsty. I love angst (if you couldnt tell).

warnings: Angst, and more angst

word count: 625

Dean stared at the bright phone screen. The phone displaying all his messages sent to you, the little green text boxes haunting him, teasing him even. Every single one had been sent and delivered, yet never read; and he knew deep down, that they would never be read. Dean was in his own world, nothing around him mattered, he was numb yet felt everything at the same time, though his eyes still stayed fixated on the screen in front of him. It was only when the texts and screen started to become difficult to read and became blurry, did Dean realise he was crying. Tears dropping onto the messages, magnifying the words.

Dean always used to say no chick flick moments. Normally, he kept his heart caged, locked up with his emotions; but today all his rules went out the window. Before he would have scrubbed furiously at his eyes until they were red and raw, but to the point where he knew his tears had been erased. But today he didn’t care. He didn’t care who would see him; he just continued to sit there, allowing his tears to dribble down his cheek before dripping onto the phone screen.

Dean was warm in his suit, he never really dressed for the nines. But today was different. He felt uncomfortable, and restricted. The impala felt smaller and didn’t feel like home. Baby pulled up by the green grass, the driver Dean had hired not speaking a word. Dean clutched at the flowers in his hands, knuckles going red and purple. He could tell he was nervous, his hands were getting sweaty, so he gripped the flowers tighter. He took one last look at his phone, before slipping it into his suit pocket. The inward battle to get out of the car was almost too great, and he nearly asked the driver to turn around, so he could go back to bed; but he knew you would want him to be there. So, he slowly clambered out the car, his legs were wobbly, and he felt like a baby dear learning to walk, but he put one foot in front of the other, walking towards the green grass, to where the others were stood.

It felt like Dean had been stood for hours, yet in reality it was 5 minutes. He spotted his brother first, and bobby. Before he saw the brown stained wood, formed to perfection. It was quiet and no one said a word. Dean was asked if he wanted to help carry you out, but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to believe in was you being carried.

He watched as you were lowered softly and gently into your new home. He hardly paid attention to anything else. He felt like someone else was in control of him, almost as this was all a bad dream. He pinched himself yet didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a bad dream; it was a real-life nightmare.

He watched as people started to turn and walk away. He watched as your gravestone was placed, and you were covered with dirt. He watched until he was the last one left. He watched until he collapsed into a heap. Head leaning against the cold stone, which bared your name, Tears gushing down his face, his hands still clenching onto the flowers, like they were the only thing keeping him alive. He cried for hours, until the heavens opened, and his tears were inconspicuous from the rain. He cried for your loss, even when the evening came, and the sun started setting. He cried. He stayed until he was exhausted, his tears running out. He didn’t get to tell you everything he wanted to, and now he never would.

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Dean x gn!reader

Summary: waking up next to Dean

A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂

Word count: 101

Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.

No 5. “But you are the villain!” I “do not care I quit” Sam x reader

@zanyauthormongerwinner 

Hey Sorry that took me a bit off time.

I really hope you like it. This was quiet hard for me to write and it is not what I planned but I hope you still like it ^^’’

This was wrong this was all so freaking wrong. You were a vampire he was a hunter. A tall and gorgeous hunter, but still a hunter. Had you mentioned his eyes or his puppy look. You meant could anyone actually blame you for falling for him? He came to town to hunt you down. Well you knew what a first date right? Okay he his brother and that angel, but honestly, he was the important piece in this puzzle. Who you were still alive? Well they did not exactly know they were hunting vampires yet. You had been just turned a few days ago and to your great relief you had not killed anyone until now. Still you were sure by what you heart from the others the hunters would not care. You had been a bit too curious and watched them from afar one day you nearly got caught because of that. Your new “family” was not really happy about that, because they tried their best to let any hunter who would come here think they were after a werewolf. It seemed to work out so far. Still you had a feeling it would not work with this three. First because about the stories they told of the Winchester and second, they had a friend who was a real angel. They probably already figured the whole thing out. Apparently, the other vampires thought the same and came up with a plan to kill the hunters before they would be killed. The problem was you were a part of the plan. You were supposed to the tall and gorgeous one and kill him. You were quiet small and fast so they figured you would be able to hid nicely and be quick enough to kill him, while the others would attack him from the front, while a few more would distract the angel and his brother. They hoped the other hunter would be too shocked because of the death of his brother to fight anymore. Why attack the taller one first, well simply said, the angle was just always sticking too close to him. Honestly you all had no idea how you should get rid of the angel in the end, but it was the best plan you had, and the others wanted to give it a try. You on the other hand did not like the idea at all. You did not want to kill anyone; you did not want to be a vampire in the first place. The least you could do was live from the blood of animals. You heard the others laugh about another group of vampires who did so, you knew it was possible. The problem was your new family did not like the idea at all. They were furious when you brought it up. Still up to now you had resisted to drink human blood, no matter how hard it got. You did not want to kill anyone especially not that hunter. You had seen him act to a lot of people in town kindly. You did not want to kill him. So you did the only thing you could think off. You sneaked away and went to the bar the hunters were at the evening a day before the plan was about to happen. You really hoped they would not kill you in a bar full of people once they realized what you are. You stepped in the bar and went over to the three man sitting straight in front of the barkeeper. “Excuse me?” you asked your voice quivered at bit. They all looked at you and you saw in the eyes of the angel he knew what you are. He put an arm in front of the other hunters in a protective manner and then stepped between you. Even so you were quite sure they would be able to handle themselves.  “ I ..I do not want any trouble..I” The angle began to look at me strangely. Wow I must seem like the dumbest vampire they ever met. I took a deep breath : “ please what ever you do, do not go to the warehouse tomorrow please…it is dangerous” I could not actually say there were vampires that were just waiting t kill them there in a bar full of people. “Wow,” said the smaller of the brothers holding his hands up, “Did you, did you just warn us?” then he got a more serious look and a smug grin “ You do not really believe we would listen to you and fall for what ever little trick you are trying to pull” “It is not a trick… I am being serious…!” I was really frustrated now. “What do I have to do? Is coming here alone not insane enough to make you believe me?!” I whisper shouted, “ I mean you have quiet a reputation I know I would be no match for any of you. That much I already learned on this few days!” “Days?” the tallest questioned raising his eyebrows, “You are new to this.” Again you nodded. “ She has not even drunk anything, yet. This is rare. Also she appears not to be lying.” The angle spoke.  “Please, please believe me.” I begged. “Dean?” the angle spoke and looked at one of the hunters “this is all just so wrong !” Dean groaned. “what do you think Sammy?” He look to the tall one “ I don’t know..I mean “ he sighed “Please I just want to keep you alive!” “But you are the villain!” Sam was clearly frustrated. “I do not care I quit!” you nearly screamed at him. “It is not like I was asked if I wanted to become the bad bad monster you know…I don’t want to kill anyone…” I whispered but in his eyes I could see he heard it. “Okay you are coming with us for now. If you really tried to warn us you are as good as dead if you go back” Sam said. That was the day you saved team free will. Okay honestly you were sure they would have won that fight but thanks to you they could fight the other vampires of without getting into a trap.

You? You stayed with them from there on. First to make sure you were really sticking to animal blood , later because they began to like your company and you enjoyed theirs. To your great happiness Sam and you also got closer over the time. It was just another Sunday evening and you did not have a case and  to everyone’s surprise the world was not about to end in the next days or weeks so you guys were just hanging out together. You were playing jokes on each other all day. You swear Gabriel was rubbing off on all of you. This time the poor little adorable angel was the victim until you could not take it anymore and helped him. “(y/n)! don’t help him!” Dean whined “He earns help Dean!” you argued, poor Cas. “But you are the villain!” Sam emphasized. You smirked at him, while taking slow steps until you stand in front off him. You grabbed his chin and pulled him down to you and kissed him “I do not care I quit” you winked at him before you all burst out laughing at the sentence which had a long time ago become a little tradition in your family.   Suddenly you noticed a confused still slightly amused looking Lucifer in the middle of the room. “(y/n) you just ruined the beginning of my announcement for a second apocalypse!” You looked at him dump forded “ Just ignore the archangel, this is no fun like this. Oh and ignore the second archangel in the room too. Do not worry brother I am not in the mood anymore.” You turned around what was Gabriel doing here?! “Oh come one sweetheart don’t look at me like this” His nickname for you made Sam growl which made Lucifer chuckle. Gabriel just shrugged “Candy?” Yep just a normal Sunday.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! It's motivating me to write sm more for this fandom...oh, the ideas are brewing. Y'ALL SHOULD GO CHECK OUT THIS MASTERPIECE!!!

Hello! I've been binging your fics/imagines lately and I just can't get enough! I don't know if this was ever done before, but--

Could you do a general, platonic (perhaps mildly romantic, like how I see Dean kinda gushing over Y/N idk, your choice!) imagine on how the men (Sam, Dean, Castiel, maybe Crowley [which would be funny]) would react to Y/N being some kind of powerful angel, like that sits at a pretty high rank and has the power to do all sorts of stuff? Healing, destroying, anger being so destructive it could kill a human (but albeit a peaceful being). This angel would probably serve as a guardian to the Winchesters, or a superior to Cass or a complete surprise and maybe unlikely companion for Crowley? I imagine it'd be a scenario where they're saved last second during a massive fight, probably get to know er type deal. This sounds kind of cheesy as I ask someone else to write this but I hope it doesn't sound too weird, I almost wanna go anonymous HAHA. I know this is VERY specific but I don't wanna confuse you! It's something I wanna write out into a fic myself but the way you write would make it super interesting! :)

So sorry if this was too much, I'm very descriptive!

Angel. (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: stop omg. this idea is so cool! also - thank you for the kind words!! i appreciate you so much!! i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: slightly romantic!!

Dean:

Dean met you on a hunt

he was being himself and basically bleeding out, but he was still fighting

you, being in charge of the dink, had to come down and help out

when you appear, a bolt of white light strikes the ground and your voice projects through the atmosphere

“you will not hurt this man.” you say, hair blowing in the wind and eyes glowing

dean was flabbergasted, also a little scared, but also a little bit in love

eventually you just kill the entire vampire nest because they’re stupid and you turn to dean.

“are you okay?”

he’s even more confused because this angel just came down and slaughtered the threats to him and now they’re talking so.. nice.

you heal his wounds and boom. now he’s your friend

he follows you around like a lost puppy and also brags that he’s friends with not one, but two angels, and one is even more powerful and higher up than fucking CASTIEL.

as he gets to know you he knows how sweet you are and it inteigues him even more because - as i said, you’re a powerful angel who can kill anyone but you’re so nice to him, Sam, Bobby and Cas.

the first time he sees you angry he literally gets all red and falls for you

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Sam:

You first met sam when he was basically bleeding out in a motel room

Dean had gone to get food and sam had been hiding a pretty nasty gash from him

so now he was sitting alone trying to patch himself up (and being unsuccessful)

so, you made your appearance and tried to keep him calm

you appeared and he saw you and went 👁️👄👁️

“it’s okay. i’m an angel. i will not hurt you.” you say softly, stepping towards him

sam is still a little wary but he lets you heal him

you press your fingers to his forehead and he’s all good (albeit a little scared hahah)

he always has the smuggest little smirk on his face when you get angry on his behalf

he likes the feeling of having such a powerful being watching over him all the time but it also makes him nervous because of… his past💀

addicts recover

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Castiel:

When you came down from heaven to help the Winchesters and Castiel, he was happy to see you

he knew, despite rebelling from heaven, you wouldn’t judge him

he spends a lot of time near you

like, standing right next to you

i like to think that you have better “people skills” than him for whatever reason (it’s just funny) and he just kind of sticks to you ykwim

he thinks you’re so cool

he dosent step in to help you in fights because he knows you can handle it and kill anyone you want

he’s blushing and kicking his feet when he sees you🤭🤭🤭

absolute power couple if you guys got together like omg

but yeah

he always defends you if anyone says shit

he’s just such a cutie pie

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Crowley:

you popped in when crowley was holding dean and sam hostage

you came into the room, eyes rolling already.

“let them go.” you said, voice sounding bored as you’d done this multiple times already.

crowley looks at you

“oh god, you again.” he scoffs

BUT he dosent even bother to argue and lets them go

which shocks the boys because that’s not like crowley

but he’s smitten for you

it’s giving enemies to lovers

but anyways

you guys have many encounters and end up talking a lot

crowley talks about hell and you talk about heaven

and he finds himself not hating you

and suddenly he wants to be around you more and learn about you and watch you be a badass angel

may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

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[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

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Together (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: Hi there! Love your stuff btw. Um i was wondering if you could do a fic when the reader is just having another terrible episode of depression? Usually she can handle it by having a moment to herself or simply resting but this time its too much for her and she’s loosing control? It can be Sebastian Michaelis, Dean, Gabriel, Undertaker, or whoever you feel is worthy. Im sorry if it sounds off, cause im kinda dealing with it rn. Um aha, anyways love your writing and thank you 🙂

 Words: 1378

Characters/Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam

Warnings: Depression, meltdown, self-hate

A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to get this one out! I’ve, ironically, have been going through my own shit, similar to this story. That and work and school are crazy. But also know that none of you are alone. If anyone you need to talk to someone there is always someone willing to listen, whether it’s your parents or friends or even a school counselor. Shit, you can even talk to me. You are never alone.

Another long and tiring hunt has come and gone. (Y/N) woke with a start, ready for a fight, as a warm hand shook her shoulder.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Dean said, gripping onto her shoulder. Her (e/c) eyes locked with his and she instantly relaxed.

“Dean.” She grabbed onto his arm to ground herself. After this hunt, she had been feeling more off than usual.

While the monster is now dead, so are many innocents. And she felt it was her fault. One stupid decision had an entire family murdered by that pair of Crocotta. The beasts had mimicked Dean’s and Sam’s voices and stupidly lured her away from the family she was supposed to be protecting.

“Come on, we’re home.” Dean helped her out of the car, seeing as her leg had been banged up pretty badly. He slipped a hand around her waist as her hand wound around his neck. Sam grabbed all the bags and followed the two into the bunker.

“Can you just help me to my room? I want to continue my nap.” (Y/N) wasn’t really tired. But it was easier to act like she was than explain why she was in such an off mood.

“Sure thing.” Dean turned to Sam, “I’ll take her bag.”

Sam handed it off along with Dean’s and made his way down the hallway to his own room.

Dean and (Y/N) made their way towards her room in silence. He knew she was acting odd but he just pegged it to the unfortunate outcome of this hunt. Hell, even he wasn’t feeling himself. He knew she would just sleep it off and move on, just as she always does.

He helped her into her room and left her with a small smile. She returned it as best she could but it fell flat.

After he left, her smile fell and she looked down at her hands, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes stung and her throat tightened.

What was the point of this anymore? Everything she does, everybody she tries to save, they all end up dead and she’s the one needing to be saved by Sam or Dean. Shit, even Cas.

She was just a burden on everyone. She wasn’t the fastest or the strongest, her aim wasn’t even close to being on par with Dean’s or Sam’s. Why does she even try?

Her eyes finally flooded with tears and they flowed in small rivulets down her flushed cheeks. Her body felt as it were on fire and her stomach flipped in her body. Knowing Dean’s room was just a few doors down, she bit her lip hard to keep her sobs in.

The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. Her arms twitched in pain when she dug her nails into her skin. (Y/N)’s body shook and convulsed with repressed sobs.

Managing to detach her nails from her arms, she dragged herself under her blankets and hugged her pillow to her chest, biting down into the fabric.

What’s the point of trying? It would be best if she wasn’t even here. Best for the Winchesters, for Castiel, and the people she caused the deaths of. She was going to die one day anyway. What’s the difference if it were today and not later?

She could hold back the sobs anymore and she let out a muffled scream into her pillow.

Just at that moment, the door cracked open.

“Hey, (Y/N), I know you’re trying to sleep but we got fo-” Dean cut himself off as he hurt your yell of anguish. “(Y/N)?”

She huddled tighter in her blankets, now red-hot embarrassment filled her alongside with the self-hatred. How unsightly, to be caught during a meltdown.

Dean walked up to her bed and sat down next to her, her back was to him and she was fully covered so he made to pull the blanket off but stopped at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you guys keep me around, Dean? I’m useless, a burden. There’s nothing I can offer you.” He could barely hear her through the pillow and blanket but he could easily hear the defeated tone.

“Sweetheart…” He honestly didn’t know what to say to that. He knew she had some issues with herself, but he didn’t know it was this bad. He pulled himself onto the bed and brought the blanket down to reveal the broken girl.

He gently grabbed her arm and lifted her up so he could hold her to himself. She clutched his shirt in her hands and she sobbed.

“I-I don’t know how to help you, (Y/N), tell me how to help you,” Dean begged. He couldn’t bear to see her like this. She had always been the one to help him and Sam when they were feeling low, so seeing her like this was heartbreaking.

“I don’t deserve to be helped…” She whimpered, shaking her head into his shoulder.

“Bullshit.” His tone was borderline harsh as he pushed her away so he could look at her face. “(Y/N), you are so important to m- us. You’re always there to pick Sammy and me up; you keep us in line when we need to be straightened out.”

She was about to deny him but the look on his face told her to shut up and listen.

“What happened yesterday couldn’t have been stopped. I know we wish we could save everyone, but sometimes we can’t. It’s not your fault.” Dean paused and licked his lips, collecting his thoughts.

“I know you may not think it, but you are so strong and brave to come this far. You’ve helped us stop the apocalypse the first time, then the Leviathans, and The Darkness. Without you, I don’t think I would have had the strength to get through any of it.”

“Dean, I-“

“I’m not finished.” He cut her off again. “You are so important to so many people. You have touched so many people’s lives and have rooted yourself so far into everyone’s hearts that if anything were to happen to you, everything would die with you.”

She sniffled and looked down. “How can you see something in me that I can’t?”

“Because sometimes you need to look at things in a different way. You taught me that. Every time we were frustrated on a hunt, you would be there to help us see a new angle. And this is just how I see you.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place. “You are so beautiful and strong, and you are the brightest thing in my life.  Don’t know what I would do without you.”

(Y/N)’s heart was racing in her chest. She and Dean had always had some unspoken thing, even after all these years. But, because of the world almost ending every other day, they never had the chance to address this unspoken thing.

Until now.

“(Y/N), you know I’m not into chick-flick moments, but… shit… I love you so much. I want to help you get through this because you are so damn important to me. I don’t even want to think of what would happen to me if I lost you.”

(Y/N) hiccupped and a few more tears fell, but she wasn’t as sad anymore. Her eyes closed as she took in the warmth and love Dean was radiating. Her hands were clasped around his free one.

“Thank you, Dean. You always know how to make me feel better.” Her eyes opened and locked with his. She gave him a watery smile. “I love you, too.”

Dean’s grin was so wide, it stretched from ear to ear. Gently tighten his grip on her head, he pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers.

As much as we would wish it were this easy, just declare your love for each other and everything is suddenly fixed, it isn’t that way. There will always be other failed hunts, other people lost, and new thing to break down over.

But now, she doesn’t have to go through it alone as she had in the past. She has Dean. And she knows Sam and Cas will also be there for her. They will get through this together.

A little about me

I’m 19 and an animal lover. I mostly write comfort ficus

My rules

This is my list of Fandoms I will write for and things I WILL and WON'T write for

Things I really write

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Fluff/ comfort

Yandere ( I'm bad at it though and don't condone this behavior in real life)

Female x Female

Male x male ( again not to good at it but I try)

Male x female

Male x Gender neutral

Female x Gender neutral

Poly

Things I won't write

Age gaps over 5+ years

Pregnancy ( not good at it and it makes me uncomfortable)

Abuse

Suicide ( I will write the reader or any other character dying just not by Suicide)

Self harm ( it's triggering to me and others)

Eating disorders

NSFW

Harry potter characters I will write

Neville longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Fred weasley

George weasley

Sirius Black

Remus lupin

The great Harry Potter himself

The owl house

Luz

Amity

Willow

Gus

Hunter

Eda

King ( platonic only)

Raine ( can someone tell me if spelled their name right?)

Avatar the last Airbender (NOT the live action version but the animated version)

Aang

Toph

Suki (she's the only exception where I'll do Live or animated)

Sokka

Katara

Zuko

Haru

Ninjago

Cole

Jay

Kai

Nya

Lloyd

Zane

Starwars

Anakin

Obi-Wan

Padme

Luke Skywalker

Leia skywalker

Percy jackson/ Heroes of olympus

Charles beckendorf

Silena beauregard

Annabeth chase (book version only)

Percy jackson ( book version only)

Will solace

Tyson ( platonic only)

Jason grace

Piper mclean

Thalia grace

Leo valdez

Nico di angelo ( again platonic only unless you're a guy then I will do romantic since he's gay)

Bianca di angelo

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Legend of Korra

Bolin

Korra

Asami

Avatar Wan ( my personal favorite)

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Sam wilson

Peter parker ( Toby, Andrew and Tom versions)

Vision (platonic only)

Wanda

T'Challa

Shuri

Pietro

Natasha

Jean Grey

Scott summers

Dc

Barry allen

Cisco Ramon

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Clark kent

Lois lane

Oliver queen

Top gun

Nick bradshaw

Naven Hollywood idk if I spelled his first name right

Leonard Wolfe Wolfman

Blood of Zeus

Heron

Electra

Alexia

Hermes

Zeus

Apollo

Ares

Hera

Hades

Peresphone

I think that's all the fandoms I can think of for now please send in request

AHHHHH NOOOO, IM FALLING INTO THIS TRAP

What are you doing to me... Tongue piercing 😭😭😭

And to your delight... I recently made this sketch while thinking about this au...

Ceru, Ceru, Ceru!!!

You and Coco have angelic Sam, but what about hell? Motorcycles, souls, fire, chains?~

And a very hot skeleton.

We need a voodoo ghost rider

GHOST RIDER SAM WHO’S SOME SPIRIT THAT DIED ON THE RACE TRACK AND IS HAUNTING THAT PARTICULAR STRIP OF ROAD EVER SINCE????

Maybe you’re heading down that road on a lonely night, windows rolled down and the radio crackling. Until you hear a motorcycle rev up, that mechanic purr music to your ears. It was rumbling, a sound similar to thunder shaking the sky.

Before a blur of luminescent lights streaked past you. A man, with tattoos glowing on his arms. A skeleton, inked onto his skin. Leather jacket riddled with spikes, chains dangling from his waist. Every rev is a demonic roar, screaming at the road.

He pulls up right next to you, lowering his sunglasses ever so slightly to reveal empty sockets, filled with wisps of purple, eerie flame. Leaning onto his handle, grinning away, a pierced tongue slipping out of his lips.

“Wanna race, lil’ imp?”

I'm debating If I should write something from Stardew Valley or would that be weird to see... Idk guys let me know🤔

Winchesters x Ghost!Child!Reader: Come play with me?

Author: EdgarAllenPoes-Raven

Character: Winchester brothers

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None

Brief Summary/Request Prompt/Original Imagine: There has been reporting of the spirit of a young child asking people to play with her, its it just for an innocent game of hide and seek or is there more to it?

Dean took a bite out of his burger, ‘’Are you sure Sammy? I mean it’s pretty much a shot in the dark.’’

The boys had caught wind of a case in Illinois; the ghost of a young child has been terrorising many of the residents in a community. As far there has been no reported deaths but what the reports say is that the child invites people to play.

‘’I don’t know Dean, I mean we’ve looked into less.’’

‘’Little bit creepy don’t you think. Kid asking for people to play?’’ Dean shivered slightly. ‘’Maybe that’s why nobody has been killed, I mean no one has accepted the offer?’’

‘’So it looks like we’re going to have to stop it before it gets to that.’’

Sam was already busying himself with research pulling up all the information that he could find. There wasn’t much to go on at all there was a vague description of what the spirit looked like but not enough to get a positive I.D.  

Dean had suggested that they go and talk to the eyewitnesses in person to see if they could get anything from it. This time they were just pretending to be students from one of the local colleges, looking for a story to write in the college newspaper.

‘’First we talk to a Mrs Harlow, she was the first person to see the ghost.’’ Sam explained looking down at his phone, ‘’All the sightings are in this area. Most recent being two days ago.’’

They pulled up in front of Mrs Harlow’s house and rang the doorbell. Mrs Harlow was a middle aged woman with brown hair, ‘’Can I help you?’’

‘’Yes erm, I’m Dean and this is my roommate Sam and we’ve come to ask you a few questions about the ghost that’s been seen around here for our college newspaper. If you don’t mind?’’

‘’Oh no of course not, come in.’’

After offering them something to eat and drink Mrs Harlow sat down on the couch facing them. ‘’So what do you need to know?’’

‘’Start from the beginning.’’

‘’Well, I was outside and everything was fine until I felt this cold breeze and as I turned around there was a little girl stood behind me.’’

Sam interjected, ‘’What she look like?’’

‘’(H/L) (H/C) hair, I think her eyes were (E/C)? I’m not sure because she poofed from in front of me to behind me and then giggle. So I ran like crazy.’’

After thanking her for her time they moved on going door to door coming up with nothing. Most of the information was just being repeated all they had was a description and estimated age which was around seven. That was until they came to the last person.

‘’I know who she is.’’ The old man, Mr Jenkins, sat back in his chair, ‘’She used to live in this neighbourhood years ago.’’

‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Her name is (First) (Last). She was always such a playful child it was unfortunate that she died.’’

‘’Thank you.’’

Back at the motel Sam ran the name through his computer and almost immediately came across a newspaper article that was dated back to 1978. According to the article (First) (Last) aged seven died of a rare illness.

‘’So get this, (First) died in the family home from illness.’’

‘’So why is she back?’’ Sam shrugged his shoulders, ‘’I don’t know but I think if we hang around the neighbourhood maybe she might come out.’’

Dean rolled his eyes, ‘’Great so we’re going to be spending the night walking around. Awesome. You know where she is buried?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’Then why not just salt and burn?’’ Dean was slightly agitated. ‘’Because, I think there is something a little more to this story.’’

They made sure to pack salt rounds, salt, lighter fluid and the crowbars there wasn’t any chance that they could use the guns in a populated neighbourhood so they were going prepared. Dean was still pissed over the whole situation, moaning over ‘simple salt and burn’ and that they didn’t have to ‘seek the little ghosty’ Sam was having none of it there was something about this case.

Two hours had passed and still no sign of the ghost it was now almost midnight. Dean was growing more and more annoyed with Sam as time progressed and was just about ready to give up when they heard a child giggling.

Sam turned around and spotted (E/C) eyes peering at him from behind a tree, he smiled and bent down. ‘’Hey there.’’

‘’Sam what are you doing?’’

‘’Just trust me on this Dean.’’

She disappeared out of sight before reappearing right in front of Sam, causing him to jerk back. Dean was ready with the salt but Sam but out a hand to stop him.

‘’Do you want to play?’’ (First)’s head tilted to the side in an adorable way a small smile on her face. ‘’What do you want to play?’’ Sam asked in return your smile got bigger. ‘’Hide and seek!’’

Sam let out a laugh, ‘’Alright, you hide.’’ With a giggle she disappeared, ‘’Dude what in the hell are you doing?!’’

‘’Dean. Trust me.’’

Dean could hardly believe that he was actually playing hide and seek with a freaking ghost. He heard her giggling and looked behind the tree she was originally hiding behind, she let out a playful shriek before disappearing once again. What was the most weirdest thing? That Dean smiled.  

Sam found her hiding under a car she let out a giggle moving away from the hand Sam tried to grab hold of her with. The game changed from Hide and Seek to Tag, both Sam and Dean never thought they see the day that they would be playing tag with a spirit.

‘’Tag, you’re it!’’ Dean felt the cold linger from her hand as she tagged him, ‘’Not if I catch you.’’ She let out a shriek of laugh as Dean dived for her watching as he fell to the ground. (First) giggled, ‘’Come find me!’’

This time she disappeared after ten minutes of shearing and no giggling to give away her position. ‘’Where’d she go?’’

‘’There is only one place she’d go.’’

‘’Cemetery.’’ Both boys spoke at the same time.

Low and behold they found her sat atop of her grave stone, ‘’You found me!’’

‘’We sure did.’’ Sam smiled before he got a little serious, ‘’(First) why aren’t you resting?’’

Her smile faltered slightly, ‘’I got really sick and I had to stay in bed all the time, I even had to take time of school!’’ Dean let out a laugh, ‘’That bad huh?’’

She nodded eagerly, ‘’Mama and Papa where really worried they tried to make be better they really did but I felt more icky. I wasn’t allowed to play anymore because I was sick but I really really wanted to.’’

(First) Jumped down from the gravestone, ‘’One day I woke up and I was staring at myself, like a dream and I found out I died.’’ Her head cocked to the side, ‘’I felt better, didn’t feel icky anymore so I wanted to play. No one has ever played with me.’’

There was a small bright light that began to form behind her, ‘’What are your names?’’

Sam pointed to himself, ‘’My name is Sam and this is my older brother Dean.’’

The light got brighter (First) turned to look at it before stopping and giving the boys a big smile.‘’Thank you for playing with me Sam and Dean, it was real fun!’’

‘’You’re welcome (First).’’

‘’Goodbye!’’ She waved and the boys waved back. The light consumed her body before expanding and collapsing in on itself. They shielded their eyes from the light closing them tightly and when they opened them she was gone.

‘’Why can’t all our cases be like this?’’ Dean questioned, ‘’No going in guns-a-blazing just a simple game of hide and seek?’’

‘’I know.’’ Sam chuckled, ‘’I’m just really happy she’s at peace now.’’

‘’Me too little brother, me too.’’

Series

Dean Winchester

Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester

Jared Padalecki

Polyamory 

A/N: All series are 3 or more parts