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Dessert

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: smut  |  Word Count: 4,421

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want to attend to his own birthday party, but reader has her own methods to convince him to do so.

Warnings: public teasing, going commando, slight slapping, public sex (?), unprotected sex, intake of alcohol.

Author’s Note: I saw the gif and the idea immediately popped up in my head. It was actually going to be a Sebastian fanfiction, but when I started writing it, I accidentally made it into a Bucky one. And I stuck with it.

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Originally posted by my-edits-have-no-remorse

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Coming Clean

Title: Coming Clean

Prompt: When you, an 11 year old, accidentally scratch the Impala, you’re faced with some decisions: come clean and tell Dean what happened or try to get rid of the scratch.

Pairing: Dean x child!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I had the hardest time coming up with how to end this one! I know it’s a lot longer than what I usually write (2635 words!) But anyway, I really enjoyed writing this one since I used to skateboard all the time when I was little. Hope you enjoy!

Your name: submit What is this?

You sat on the floor of the garage in the bunker, eyes focused on the video playing on your phone. You watched intently as the guy in the video demonstrated how to do a kick flip on a skateboard. You’d recently gotten into skateboarding and for the past two week, you’d done little else but ride the thing. You usually played outside in the street in front of the bunker, but due to it raining the past couple of days, you hadn’t been able to ride outside. Yesterday, you’d decided to just ride around in the garage despite Dean’s warning of: “Y/N, if you break anything, so help me God…” He’d actually forbidden you to ride your skateboard near the cars, especially the Impala, but come on! You were 11 years old. Surely you were skilled enough to not run into anything.

Yesterday had gone smoothly. Skateboard tucked underneath one arm, you had crept into the garage while Sam and Dean were preoccupied with some grown up stuff. After clipping your helmet on, you’d rode around the garage for a good hour, stashing your board and helmet underneath one of the old cars when you were done.

Today, you’d decided, was going to be different. You were determined to learn how to do a kick flip, which involved launching your board into the air, flipping it, and landing on it. After watching a few YouTube tutorial videos, you felt like you were ready. You clipped on your helmet, stepped on your board, and took a deep breath. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? I mean, it was basically the first legit trick a person learned on their skateboard. You looked down at your board, a feeling of apprehension growing inside. The guys on YouTube had made it look so easy, but now that you were actually on the board, you had absolutely no idea how to approach the trick. You looked up and your eyes found one of the many pillars in the room. Maybe you could hang on to one of them as you attempted the kick flip!

Grinning, you picked up your board and jogged over to a pillar. You stepped on your board and wrapped your arms around the pillar tightly. After a deep breath, you bent your knees and popped your board. It was supposed to come up into the air towards you, but instead the board shot out from under you, causing you fall to the ground with a yelp, despite having been holding onto the pillar. You heard the skateboard collide with something and you groaned. You picked yourself up, rubbing your backside, which had taken the brunt of the fall. You walked in the direction your skateboard had flown and stopped short, breath catching in your throat.

Your skateboard was lying upside down next to, out of all things, the Impala. And across the front driver side door was a huge, white scratch.

“No no no!” You exclaimed as you darted to the door, kneeling down in front of the scratch. Grimacing, you traced your finger over it. Unless they were blind, the 6 inch scratch was impossible for a person to miss.

“I’m dead.” You muttered, rubbing a hand over your face. “I am so dead. Dean is gonna kill me.”

You picked up your board and stashed it along with your helmet underneath an old car. Part of you knew you should just come clean to Dean right away, but another part (the stubborn one) urged you to either hide or fix the scratch. Getting rid of the scratch shouldn’t be too hard, right? You pulled out your phone, but noticed that it was about to die. Since your charger was in your room, you decided to head there and figure out how to get rid of the scratch.

You slipped through the garage door and headed in the direction of your room, praying Sam or Dean wouldn’t run into you. As you passed by the kitchen, you saw that Dean was in there making himself a sandwich. You paused for a second too long as he looked up and noticed you by the doorway.

“Hey Y/N.” He greeted, nodding his chin slightly.

“Hey Dean!” You replied, forming what you hoped was a casual smile.

“Oh, I’m gonna head out in a couple of hours for a supply run.” He said, walking over to you. “Do you want anything?”

“Uh, no no. I’m good!” You answered as your heart beat began to quicken. Crap, a supply run in a couple of hours? Seems like you had less time to fix the scratch than you thought.

“Alright.” He replied, turning back to return to the counter.

“Hey Dean?” You asked, walking over to where you were on the other side of the counter. “I got a question for you.”

“Shoot.” He said, placing some ham on the bread slice in front of him.

“Hypothetically speaking,” You began casually. “If someone were to…accidentally scratch the Impala, on accident, um, on a scale of 1-10, how mad would you be?”

“I don’t know, probably like a 15.” He answered. “Probably a 20 if it was a huge scratch on like, the driver door.”

You had to fight to keep your eyes from growing wide. Yup, you were definitely dead.

“Anyway, why’d you ask?”

“No reason!” You replied nonchalantly, forming a cheery smile. “It’s just, uh…now I know not to scratch your car.”

He gave you a weird look. “Y/N, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine!” You replied hastily. You began to back out of the kitchen. “Well uh, I’m just gonna go to my room and uh…work on some stuff.” You flashed him one last smile before turning around and walking briskly to your room. Oh crap, you were so screwed. You arrived at your room and shut the door behind you. You quickly plugged in your phone and googled “how to get rid of scratches on a car”.

Many results popped up and you were thrilled. Sweet! You were gonna find the answer, fix the scratch, and Dean would never have to know about this little accident. As you scrolled through numerous articles though, you found that you barely understood what any of them were saying. What did it mean by “base coat/primer scratch”? What the heck did “abrasive” mean? How did they expect an 11 year old kid to successfully operate a “buffer”?

You sighed and set your phone down. There was no way in heck that you’d be able to get rid of the scratch. Maybe you should just come clean and tell Dean what happened? But no, he had said that he would be furious if someone scratched his car, and Dean was pretty scary when he was mad. I mean, he’d never hit you, but still…

You closed your eyes and lay your head in your hands. Telling Dean the truth was the right thing to do, but… just the thought of him yelling scared the crap out of you.

“Maybe I should just ask Sam.” You thought. The younger Winchester had given you advice on tough decisions before, so why not ask him now? You got up and headed in the direction of his room. You paused before his door and knocked, opening it slightly when you heard his approval.

“Hey Sam?” You asked, peeking your head in. He was sitting at his desk with some lore book open in front of him.“Are you…busy right now?”

“No no, I’m not doing anything.” He replied, shutting the book. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “Can I…talk you about somethin?”

“Yeah of course!” He nodded, gesturing to the bed in front of him. “What’s on your mind?”

You sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. “Um, I was wondering…have you ever, messed up something that was very important to someone, like you screwed it up really bad…and um…you didn’t wanna tell em…because…you were scared that they would get really mad at you? But…you knew that you should tell that person the truth…because it’s the right thing to do…but you didn’t want to…because um, they’ll probably be like, super mad?”

Sam smiled softly and leaned back in his chair. “Kiddo, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. A lot. But I would say that the most hurtful ones were caused by me keeping secrets and not telling the truth. If I could go back in time, I would choose to not harbor those secrets or do things behind people’s backs because… when you do that and people find out, and believe me, they always find out, the outcome’s a lot nastier than it would’ve been it you had just told the truth.”

You leaned forward, placing you elbows on your knees. “So, what you’re saying is…if the person sitting in front of you did something wrong, that person should come clean?”

“Absolutely. If I knew someone that made a mistake, I would tell that person to just tell the truth because although it’s not the easiest option, coming clean from the get-go would save that person a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, lowering your eyes as you thought over Sam’s words. Was he right? Should you just go up to Dean and tell him the truth? He’d definitely be mad, but the more you thought about it, if you lied about what happened and he found out, you’d be in even more trouble. Maybe the right thing to do was to come clean…

You raised your eyes and grinned at Sam. “Thanks Sam.” You said, standing up and heading for the door. “I really needed that.”

“Anytime kiddo.” He replied, smiling back at you.

You exited his room and shut the door behind you. You walked through the bunker and you saw Dean grabbing the keys for the Impala. He turned around and noticed you.

“Hey kiddo, wanna come with?” He asked, striding past you towards the garage. “Supply run.”

“What happened to ‘a couple hours’ from now?” You asked, jogging to keep up with his long strides.

He shrugged. “Well I got nothin to do, so I figured I might as well go now.”

As Dean opened the door to the garage, your heart beat quickened. It was now or never.

“Dean, hang on! I need to tell you something.” You announced urgently, hoping he’d stop.

“Go for it.” He said, continuing to walk. The two of you were almost at the Impala. Any second now, he’d see the scratch.

“Dean, just wait a second!” You cried, placing yourself in front of him.

He looked down at you, a concerned look on his face. “Okay! What is it?”

You hesitated for a second, then began. “Okay so, you know how it’s been raining the past couple of days?”

He nodded. “Yeah…”

“And since it’s been raining so much,” You continued. “I haven’t been able to ride my skateboard outside. So, yesterday… I decided to ride it around here, in the garage, even though you told me not to ride near the cars. But everything was fine! But today… I decided to try to kick flip, which is a skateboarding trick. The board ended up shooting out from underneath me and um, hitting…the Impala.”

“So what, there’s like a little dent or somethin on my car?” Dean asked.

You shook your head hesitantly. “More like… a 6 inch scratch on the driver door.”

Dean’s eyes grew wide and he darted to see the scratch. He stopped in knelt down in front of it and you braced yourself for the angry tirade that was sure to come.

“Dean, I’m really sorry.” You began, tears welling up in your eyes. “I know it’s your dad’s car and I don’t know how to fix it, but um, I’m really sorry, and if you wanna ground me or somethin, I’m totally cool with that because…I just scratched your car and um, I’m really sorry, but…just please don’t be mad-”

Dean stood back up and turned to you, stopping your nearly incoherent rambling.

“Y/N, do you know how many times I’ve had to fix this car?” He asked softly. “How many times I’ve rebuilt this thing from basically nothing?”

You shook your head. “…no, I don’t.”

“Kiddo, I’ve fixed this car so many times, I’ve lost count.” He chuckled, leaning his back against the Impala. “I’m sure I can handle a little scratch.”

“So…you’re not mad?” You asked, peering up at him.

“No kiddo, I’m not.” He answered. “I mean, I’m a little ticked off I’m gonna have to fix the thing, and I’ll more than likely bring this up when I want you to do something, but believe me, I am not angry with you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the Impala next to him. Wow. You’d expected an angry rant from him or a severe scolding, but no! He wasn’t even mad!

“And you know what?” Dean continued. “I really appreciate you coming clean about this. It probably wasn’t easy, but it was the right thing to do.”

He pulls you into a side hug. You hug him back, but then push him away as he starts to rub his knuckles across you scalp.

“Dean, stop!” You laugh, freeing yourself from his grip.

He smirks as you back away from him. “So a kick flip, huh?” He asks as he gets in the car.

You nod and climb into the passenger seat. “Uh-huh.”

He starts the car. “So tell me, did it hurt when your skateboard slid out from under you?”

“Heck yeah!” You answered. “It really hurt.”

“Did you cry?”

“What? No I didn’t cry.” You answered, looking over at Dean, an offended expression on your face. “I don’t even remember the last time I cried.”

“Weren’t you bawling a couple of weeks ago?” He pointed out as he drove through the tunnel that led outside. “When you ran into the wall?”

He laughed as the memory of you accidentally slamming into a wall in the Bunker came into mind. You and him had been playing tag. Dean had been “it” and you were running from him through the hallways. You had looked back to see where he was, failing to notice a rapidly approaching wall. You turned your head back around only to slam into the wall, resulting in a bruised forehead, a split lip, and plenty of tears.

You rolled your eyes. “Dude, that’s not funny!” You protested, but grinned in spite of the painful memory. “That really hurt!”

Dean smirked, but stayed silent, switching on the radio. As he drove on, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about Sam’s advice. He’d been right. Telling Dean the truth had been pretty scary at first, but it had been the right thing to do.

Dean looked over at you and noticed your grin. “What’re you smilin about?”

You shrugged and looked up at him. “Nothin.”

“Good.” He smirked, looking back at the road in front of him. “Because when we get home, you’re gonna write 'I will not ride my skateboard inside and Dean Winchester is awesome.’ 200 times.”

“Wait what?!?” You exclaimed, sitting up straight. “Seriously?”

“You bet I am.”

“What is this, the 1800s?” You scoffed.

“Well hey, you’re the one that scratched my car.” He pointed out.

You sighed and slumped in your seat. He was right. You had scratched his car and deserved the consequence.

“Alright, ” You said. “I’ll do it.”

“Smart move.” He replied smugly. “Oh kiddo, you are gonna have a grand old time writing those sentences.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re a freaking jerk you know that?”

Dean smirked and reached out to ruffle your hair. “Love you too, kiddo.”

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Pairing: Sister!Reader

Words: 1,062 

Request: Can I request a fic where the reader is the Winchesters little sister ( about 6 or 7 ) and she mistakes her ADHD pills for something else and accidentally takes roofies that she finds in the bunker. This makes her loopy all day and she acts really weird. The brothers don’t know what’s wrong and are concerned. I just want something really funny to cheer me up. I’m going through a hard time right now. – Anonymous

Author’s Notes: Aw, anon, I hope this helps you and I hope you start feeling like your old self soon! If any of you all have request, send them in! – Haley xx

Your name: submit What is this?


“Hey, bug, wake up,” I whispered, gently nudging the shoulder of my little sister.

“No,” she whined, burying herself further into her pillow.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Dean’s gonna make us some breakfast if you wake up.”

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A Stranger’s Car

Title: A Stranger’s Car

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1358

Request: can you write a Dean x Reader au where the reader accidentally gets into the Impala and realises that it’s the wrong car and Dean is in the drivers seat?

A/N: I loved writing this one and left the ending open so there can be a part 2 if you’d like :)

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Quickly you ran through the rain towards the black car, the plastic bags weighed heavy in your hands and looked like they would rip any second. Due to the rain you couldn’t see properly and almost blindly reached out for the cars door and slid into it without looking in the direction of the drivers seat.

“Mom I swear if you’ll let me run to the store in the rain ever again I'll”, you turned around to face your mom to demonstrate her how wet you got while quickly running back to the store to go grab the bag she had forgotten. But instead of your Mom’s face, you stared into the face of a stranger.

“You … you”, you stammered, trying to find the right words as you stared into the strangers face who looked just as confused as you did.

“You are not my mom”, you finally managed to get out and blushed. It was obvious that this stranger wasn’t your mother but still you hadn’t found better words. This was probably the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you and instead of quickly getting out of the car, you somehow felt like you were glued to the seat. Your eyes were fixed on his attractive face, your cheeks turned dark red the more you looked at him.

“I am not your mom”, the stranger finally said and let out a low chuckle, which made you blush even harder. God dammit! 

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