i loved how they introduced him as charlie

Thanks, Charlie

Word Count: 1184

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @jessica-bones-winchester ‘s Dating Dean Challenge. My prompts were Wearing only one of his plaid shirts to bed  and Nights cuddled together watching DVD’s. 

This is yet another crapfest of epic proportions which I feel the need to apologize for. I had plans for this when I signed up but I lost ‘em and ran out of time and forgot how to write if I even ever knew how in the first place and this is what came out of it. 

Thanks to @bringmesomepie56 for the beta. 

Reader’s POV

“We should’ve gone with Sam.” I sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. “He could use the backup.”

“No can do, sweetheart. Sam has Garth for backup.” Dean sat down on the couch next to me with his arms full of snacks and drinks. “You heard the doctor. You’re lucky you didn’t break your back in that last hunt. No hunting for you for awhile.” He opened up the snacks and laid everything out on the coffee table he’d set up in the living area for me then leaned back, opening his arms up and motioning for me to lay against him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, crawling between his legs and wrapping my arms around him, resting against his chest.

“Technically, he never said no hunting.” I reminded Dean who scoffed.

“Semantics, Y/N.” Dean growled. “He said no strenuous activity. If we told him you were a hunter, you’d be in the psych ward. We all would be.”

“Fine.” I sighed in exasperation. “What movies did you pick?”

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I’ll Be Waitin’ (Skinny!40s!Steve)

Pairing: Skinny!40s!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1, 136

Genre: Romance/Fluff

A/N: Hi! This is my first shot at something like this, so all feedback is appreciated. Send in your requests for oneshots and I’ll get them done for you, but please read the FAQ if you’re unsure on what to request! If there’s any errors please do tell me and I’ll fix them up for you (: Happy Reading.

Your name: submit What is this?

It was your typical Friday night, sipping on your usual drink, sitting in your usual spot, listening to the swing music playing and the chattering of everyone in the hustling bar. This was the usual for you when Charlie, the manager and one of your closest friends, didn’t have you serving up drinks for him, which of course you always obliged to do because it was Charlie after all.

But this night wasn’t typical, it was anything but that. You were propped up on your seat, your crimson dress tickling yours knees, laughing at the stupid thing Charlie had to say about the very drunk man ordering more drinks, when the tall brunette strolled in with two dames hanging off both arms and a smaller man straggling behind them. The taller man looked smug with himself as he directed the girls over to a booth, sliding in next to them as the blonde man stood there awkwardly before planting himself down.

“Hey Charlie,” You called as he grabbed a bottle of beer from under the counter and handing it to a man in a sergeants uniform. “Who are those guys that just came in?”
“You mean Barnes and Rogers? What’s it to you?” Charlie said, narrowing his eyes.
“Oh hush up, who’s the blonde one?” You smiled back at him.
“You sure you don’t mean the brunette one, not to sound too punchy but Steve ain’t got much luck with the dames, certainly not you.” Steve. That was his name. He looked like a Steve in an odd sorta way.

You turned and looked back over to their booth, Barnes, as Charlie called him, was babbling on to the red lipstick and pin-curl encrusted girls who were no doubt falling for his charms. From the look of it, he knew what he was doing, whereas Steve didn’t, he sat there like a loose part in his high khaki trousers and his button down. You smiled to yourself as he stared mindlessly at the bar, probably not even meaning to look at you, but he did, and you definitely noticed that his cheeks tinged pink after looking at you.

You adjusted the skirt of your dress and turned your back away from Steve, facing the bar again. You were waiting until one of them came to the bar, most probably Steve, seeing as Barnes was too cosied up with the girls. That’s when you saw the skinny man leaning his elbow on the counter, clearly waiting for Charlie. 

His blonde hair was combed backwards neatly, but looked so soft, so easy to tangle your fingers in. He wore an unamused look on his face as he watched his friend playing with one of the girl’s hair.

“Rough night?” You smiled over at him. You knew you caught him off guard because he jumped slightly, his knees knocking together, before laughing a bit at his foolishness.

“No ma’am, just a double date gone wrong,” He smiled sadly before clearing his throat and ordering 4 drinks. He turned his attention back to you. “What’s a pretty dame like you sitting here on her own for?”

“What a charmer, callin’ me pretty before even knowing my name,” you grinned, Steve turning paler, taking what you said seriously. “Calm it sweet cheeks, I was pullin’ your leg. I’m Y/N.”

Steve sighed in relief before responding, looking at the drinks Charlie just placed in front of him. He stood up and grabbed the drinks. “I’m Steve, nice to meet you Y/N. But I best be gettin’ back with these drinks, otherwise Buck will start worrying.”

“Buck looks pretty busy to me Steve, but suit yourself, see you around,” You turned back to your drink, feeling pleased with yourself, as Steve carried the drinks away to Bucky. You was about to call over to Charlie when the stool next to you was filled by a lopsided grinning blonde, staring straight at you. “Had a change a’ heart did we?”

You and Steve talked for what seemed like hours. Him telling you about his family, and how he had been rejected by the army and how all he wanted was to do right by his country. This made your heart swell. You told him about yourself, how you work here most days, and about your love for Frank Sinatra and literature, causing him to roll his eyes at you, which earned him a gentle nudge with your elbow.

“Interrupting something, Rogers?” A towering man said, smirking at you both. You looked up, taking in his features. Baby blue eyes, perfectly styled hair, you understood what Charlie meant now. “Sorry ‘bout my friend here, he didn’t think to introduce his ol’ pal to a little doll like yourself. I’m James, but people call me Bucky.”

“Sorry Buck, this is Y/N, I met her here tonight,” Steve said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. You looked up at Bucky, who was now clapping a large hand on Steve’s back, confidence oozing off of him, but if he thought he could try to sweet talk you, he’d have another thing coming.

“Steve here was just telling me about you, how you’re doll dizzy, a real sweet talker, huh?” Bucky laughed back at you before sending a wink your way. “I was tellin’ him how I’m over guys that mess me around, never fall for the charm, that’s what I say.” 

With that Bucky’s faced dropped, clearly thinking he was going to win you over, which caused Steve to splutter his drink before gaining his composure and smiling widely at Bucky. You giggled at Steve before Bucky mumbled something about ‘Rogers meeting him back at the booth to take the dames home.’ 

“Well played, Miss. Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bucky turned down by someone before, it’s usually the other way around,” Steve laughed, spinning the rim of his glass around on the table as he spoke. 

“He had it comin’ one day,” 

“Tonight has been swell, really Y/N, but I gotta get goin’, Buck needs me to take these girls home with him,” Steve sighed, a small smile still visible on his face. “But, if you want to I mean- we can ya’know do this again soon- not that you have to-“

“You carry on stutterin’ like that and it’ll be closing time before you finish your sentence,” You laughed, causing Steve to blush again, one of the most heart warming things you’ve ever seen, you were fond of him already. “But yes.”

“Ye-“Steve began.

“Steve we’re leavin’ pal,” Bucky called as he walked towards the door, the two ladies gripping his arms.

“You know where to find me, Rogers,” You whispered, leaning over and kissing him softly on the cheek, the blush creeping on both of your faces now. “I’ll be waitin’.”