i still love you charlie but sigh

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan of exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded as he felt his patience go thin after a long tiring morning. 

“I don’t want to go to school daddy,” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly before Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh, children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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Tonight on Supernatural...

Something has been weighing on my mind recently and I wanted to share these thoughts with you all before the episode airs. 

Tonight is episode 12x21 and it is written by Bucklemming. The terrible duo are back again to terrorise the characters and plot with atrocious writing and I’m not gonna lie, I’m terrified. 

This post may not be the most positive, but depending on how the episode turns out, it may just be a positive post after all.

Here’s the thing. We have been going on about how Dabb is taking the show in a new direction, a ‘better way’ for a while now. The text and the subtext all point to a happier endgame for the Winchesters than they would have had 7 seasons ago for sure. We are all fairly positive that this is the fact. We are also, fairly positive that Destiel will be endgame - even if not in an explicit way. I think that tonight’s episode may just be a big clue as to whether this way of thinking will remain on track or not, whether a happy endgame for the Winchesters is likely or not. 


Eileen Leahy.

I was thinking about how similar Eileen is to Charlie Bradbury. How they were both young women who somehow found themselves connected to the Winchesters, both badass, both embraced by fandom and a source of massive inspiration in fanfiction since their introductions. More importantly both are a form of representation for minority groups who are grossly neglected on our TV screens. They were both creations of the wonderful Robbie Thompson and unfortunately for fans of the show and good writing everywhere, both had their characters picked up by the terrible duo.

You can probably guess where I am going with this.

Eileen was brought onto the show by the same writer who in his episode prior to her introduction wrote Sam Winchester asking (and projecting onto) his brother about if he ever wanted ‘something? Not marriage or whatever. But … Something? You know, with a hunter? Somebody who understands the life?

Eileen wasn’t written to be a love interest in 11x11 (though the subtext was present particularly on Sam’s side), but her return in 12x17 made their romantic relationship much more obvious - to the extent that Dean teased Sam about it

In only two episodes the subtext between Sam and Eileen is clear, and it has inspired fandom to embrace the Saileen ship and desperately want them to be endgame. In Dabb’s Supernatural, it seems like this is a possibility. 

Yet Bucklemming are a loose canon. Is it possible that they could have written all that romantic subtext in 12x17 just to kill her off in their next episode? Could they really be that cruel?

The answer of course is yes. Because if there is one thing we learnt from the Charlie shitstorm, its that Bucklemming never understood why what they did was seriously problematic and wrong on so many levels. Nor, did they give a fuck.

Yet Dabb SHOULD understand this, he was THERE at ComicCon that day when the crowd BUTCHERED Jeremy Carver. He should know better. Then again, he is still heavily influenced by Bob Singer, another person who was completely unapologetic about the Charlie situation.

Tonight’s episode will be a testament to Dabb’s ‘better way’ and whether he truly is taking the story the way the meta writers believe he is taking it. If Eileen lives through tonight then Sam’s endgame still seems pretty clear, and there is hope that a happy ending for the Winchesters is still in sight. I say ‘Winchesters’ here because I do think that whatever endgame they both get, they will share it - either happy or tragic. Either they both get to die tragically and alone, or they both get to live out their happy endings with their respective partners. (yes of course I mean destiel), therefore if Eileen lives, this endgame is still on track and Dabb’s apparent plan appears steadily on course.

If she dies however, it is proof that the show has not learned from its past mistakes. It puts a major road block on any happy endgame for Sam involving romance, and makes it look far less likely for Dean to therefore also get a happy ending. 

I need to point out of course that Eileen is not just a love interest. She is so much more than that. She is an interesting, lovable, deep character in her own right. She is also REPRESENTATION for a seriously under represented group of people. She deserves to have her character developed onto the show, to become a leading lady alongside Mary, Rowena, Jody, Claire… Not just for Sam but for herself. If they kill her off tonight I may never forgive them.

Killing Eileen tonight would be Charlie part 2. 

I want to say that I believe in Dabb. That I don’t think that Eileen’s story ends here. But how can I possibly be expected to trust the writing duo that brought us all so much pain? That had a beloved lesbian character brutally butchered by nazi’s and left in a bathtub to further their male protagonists story?

It has been two years since that awful awful episode tarnished our TV screens. I am still not over it. Tonight I am terrified I will have to relive it anew. Frankly I am not excited. Though if we make it through tonight and Eileen is still standing strong when the end credits role, I will breath a sigh of relief, and continue in my faith of Dabb’s plan, and a hopeful ending for the characters we love so much. 

Comatose-Chapter 8

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

The days had flown by in a haze of color. Days filled with sparring and forced laughter, with trying to be the person you once were. You had forced yourself to feel, to smile, to laugh, and you were slowly making progress. Lately, it had been less about forcing and more about living. You could surprise yourself by laughing without having to think that maybe you should first. The numbness was still there, but it was less. The wall was weaker. Day by day you had gotten better, closer to who you once had been.

Ultimately, you felt ready to go on missions again, which had brought you to your current predicament.

Grabbing your assailant by the hair, you bash his head into the wall twice before dropping him to the floor. Daintily stepping over him, you make your way into the room containing the servers. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, but, as usual, you had encountered more resistance than you thought there would be. Inserting the flash drive into the USB port, you start the download, while straining your senses for any movement outside. Which is why it takes you a minute to notice the intel that is flashing across the screen, currently being downloaded.

You suck in a sharp breath as you  backtrack through the files. What the hell? Panic mounting, you scan the information as quickly as you can. Your movements are jerky as you detach the flash drive, and make your way back to the jet as quickly as you can. A few stragglers get in your way but are dispatched with a flurry of movement or a flick of power.

Stepping onto the jet, you nod at Logan when he asks if you got what you came for. Plopping down in the seat opposite him, you let out a long defeated sigh.

“You alright kiddo?” he  asks worriedly.

Raising your gaze to his, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. “No. We have a problem. We need to get back ASAP.” Urgency bleeds into your tone. Logan studies you intently for a moment before nodding once and turning his attention back to flying the jet.

Thirty minutes later, you hurry through the mansion, desperately needing to get to Charles. You spot him speaking with Storm and send out a mental call. He pauses briefly, nods minutely, and excuses himself from Storm. You trail behind him, fear for the people you love setting off every nerve in your body, making you jumpy.

“We have a problem,” you say, once the doors to his office have closed behind you. As you plonk your butt into a chair, the exhaustion you feel is palpable, worming its way into your mind. “I found a classified op outlining an attack on the Mansion, Charles.They intend to kidnap me and morph my power into something dark. They want another phoenix.”

He stares at you for a full ten seconds. “Who does?” he finally asks.

“Hydra. They want to use me to take out the Avengers. They have plans to launch an assault on the compound and recapture the Winter Soldier.” Pinching the bridge of your nose you forge on. “They want to use us against each other, Charles. They want to use me against James.” Breath hitching in your throat, you try your best to quell the tide of tears threatening to stem over. Not now, you think. You’ve been so numb for so long, you don’t need the return of these feelings now. Not now when feeling nothing makes things easier. If you let the fear in, let the emotions return now, you will break. And if you break… will you ever be able to patch yourself back together?

“We must warn them,” Charles replies. “And we must get you to safety.”

“I am not sitting idly by while the people I love are in danger, Charles!” you snap. You need to do something, be in the action, or you’ll go crazy. If you’re too still, you’ll feel and lose what little control you’ve gained these last weeks.

“What do you propose we do, (y/n)?” he inquires.

Steeling yourself for your next words, you breathe deeply before you reply, “I need to go back. I have to help.” He makes to protest but you hold up your hand. “I have to do this, Charlie.”

Though he sighs, Charles nods able to understand your needs, perhaps even better than you can with how he’s been in your head lately chip, chip, chipping away at your walls.. Placing his fingers against his temple he sends out a call for Logan.

The silence stretches between you while you await Logan’s arrival, each deeply absorbed in your own thoughts. You hear the tell-tale shuffle of Logan outside the door, and a small smile plays on your lips. He throws open the door without knocking, cigar dangling from his lips, hair in disarray, and grease stains covering him from the waist up.There isn’t an inch of skin on his forearms which isn’t covered in some kind of black stain, and his once white wife-beater is now a murky, sweat stained grey with patches of black where he’d clearly wiped his hands.

You quirk a brow at him, lips twitching, and playfully quip, “No time for a shower?”  

He cocks a brow and chews on the end of his cigar, the look on his face the one that calls you smartass without needing to voice the word. “Trying to get me outta my clothes already, sweetheart?” he shoots back, a smirk spreading around the mangled cigar. You roll your eyes but Charles clears his throat meaningfully before you get a chance to fire back.

“I have an errand for you and (Y/n),” he says, putting an end to your bickering. The spoilsport.

Logan groans knowing instinctively he’s not going to like whatever this errand will be. Finally removing the cigar from his lips, he mutters, “Ah hell.”

Twenty minutes, and one awkward phonecall to Tony later, you head for your shower as Logan heads for his. Stripping off your soiled combat suit, you step under the spray, allowing the hot water to massage some of the tension out of your tight shoulders. You know that going back to the compound will open wounds not yet healed, hurts not yet dealt with, but you had little choice in the matter.

Staying at the mansion would put the children and your family in danger. Sure they were special children, but they were nowhere near ready to be X-men, and Charles could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean you would let him if leaving made that choice unnecessary. You had to leave, and you had to warn The Avengers. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you had little choice in the matter. Still, if you spent an extra ten minutes hiding out in your shower, not yet ready to face what was coming, who was going to call you on it?

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel you make your way into your bedroom. Logan is leaning against the opposite wall, your bags packed at his feet. You wonder if he even washed the grease off, or if it was just hidden under the long sleeved plaid shirt for no one that dirty could get ready that fast without cutting a few corners.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” you inform him. He grunts his understanding, a very Logan thing to do. It helps you feel the tiniest bit better. Like this is all normal and you can get through what comes next. “Thank you for packing for me.”

He arches a brow in your direction. “Are you gonna be alright, kid?” he asks hesitantly. “I don’t know if going back there is the best decision for ya.”

Sighing, you step behind a screen to change. “What choice do I have, Logan? Should I let them burn? Become what everyone is afraid I will become?” Zipping up the fly of you jeans you reach for the bra hanging over the top of the screen. “I will not stay out of this fight. I will protect the people I care for. No matter the cost.” Pulling a shirt over your head, you step out from behind the screen.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Your eyes dart to Logan and immediately lock with his. They’re hard, hot with the anger in them. But you can see the fear living there, the desperation hidden behind layers of gruffness and his ‘I don’t care’ attitude which isn’t fooling anyone. The guy’s got a marshmallow center, soft and gooey, and he’s afraid. Afraid that he’ll be called on to do the unthinkable a second time.

A flash of memory flits through your mind, but instead of Jean standing before him, his claws through her body, it’s you standing on that hill. You shake your head to clear the image. There’s only one problem with his fear. Those claws of his, while painful, can’t kill you.

Nodding slowly, you walk across the room, reminded with every step just what a predator he can be as he straightens up to loom large, seeming to suck the air from the room with his determined scowl. Reaching for his hand, you pass a feather light caress over his knuckles. Over the claws which have taken more lives than either of you care to count. He curls his hand into a fist, pulling it away. A warning growl rises in his chest. An argument is brewing, one you stop by placing your finger against his lips.

When his silence is guaranteed, you shift your fingers to the stubble of his cheek. Coarse hair, rough beneath your fingertips, leads up into his sideburns. Brushing your thumb over his cheekbone, you feel him relax under the soft touch, a wild thing tamed for the moment and willing to listen. “Logan. I’m not Jean. I won’t fail in this. I’m not her. You’re not going to have to make that sacrifice. Not again.”

His eyes search yours, holding you there, looking deep for something that you can’t define. When his piercing gaze darkens, the hard eyes filling with an emotion that isn’t fear or anger, but another that you aren’t sure you wish to name, you freeze before the suddenly hunting Wolverine. It shocks you further when his hand closes around the nape of your neck. The other bands across your back, and he jerks you to him. His mouth is on yours, hot, hard, demanding. Searing through you. Kissing you with an intensity long forgotten. When he lifts his head, you inhale hard, your lungs desperate for air. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you stare up at him in shock and can only think, Fuck…

Logan smirks a wide grin and runs his hand through your hair. “Alright, let’s get moving,” he says, grabbing up your bags and striding purposefully from the room with a nonchalance you envy, as if he hadn’t just kissed you breathless.

He leaves you standing alone, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Title: Family - Part 3

Warnings: Swearing, probably. Angst

Note: I’m glad you guys have been enjoying this series so far. I appreciate the the feedback and the requests for follow up parts. Any ideas or want to see some more? Lemme know. :)

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You finished buttoning the front of your dress; Tyler’s favorite. You adjusted the waistband, a sharp knock on your door startled you. Grabbing your jacket off the bed, you headed to the door. You pulled it open, revealing Tyler who flashed you a quick smile, the grin dropping from his lips before crossing the threshold.

“Hey, where’s Charlie?” you asked, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Tyler’s lips. “I thought he was coming with us?”

“Uh, no. He’s with Jamie tonight.” Tyler said, jamming his hands in his pockets. “I uh, I needed to talk to you.” he said distractedly, his eyes fixed on something outside your apartment window; avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah, sure.” you answered, tossing your jacket on the counter, walking to take a seat on the sofa. Tyler walked to the couch, slowly taking a seat beside you, careful to sit far enough away from you so the two of you weren’t touching at all. “You look so nervous, Ty.” you commented, reaching out to rest your hand on his knee, he repositioned himself, avoiding your touch. You pulled your hand back, worried. “What’s going on?” you asked.

He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “(Y/N), I came here to tell you that I can’t do this anymore.” he breathed, finally turning to face you, tears brimming in his eyes.

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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 2

Part 1



You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.

“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you. 

“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”

You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends. 

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Children || Diana Prince x Fem!Reader

Request:  You’ve seen Wonder Woman, yes? If so you probably don’t remember this scene but at the beginning when she first got to London diana was gushing over a baby? I’d like something of diana being all cute with kids in modern time and the fem!reader catching a serious case of baby fever while watching her and realizing they want a family with her then talking to her about it?

Originally posted by harleysquinn

Diana cooed lovingly as the baby in the pram fiddled with her lock of hair. She giggled as she gently pried her hair out of the baby’s small fist.

She looked up at the smiling mother of the baby. “May I hold her?”

After the mother nodded, Diana ever so gently wrapped her hands around the laughing baby and lifted her into her arms.

You realized as you were gazing at her, that her eyes were more filled with wonder than the child who was looking ever so curiously at her.  Diana caressed the hand of the baby, lightly prodding her little fingers.

“They are so tiny,” Diana said in awe. “What will happen to them if I hug them too tight? Will I crush them?”

“They will be engulfed in your love,” you joked. “Not too hard okay? But babies are actually pretty strong.”

Diana nodded, a smile still tugging at her lips, her eyes still not leaving the child’s. Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed as a look of confusion came over her face.

“What is it?” You inquired.

“They’re just so adorable.” She looked at you. “How is that even possible? Is this some form of magic?”

You chuckled. “Its called the baby charm. And that’s their thing, being incredibly adorable and pooping.”

Diana grinned at you as she went back to making silly faces at the child, who dissolved in a fit of laughter. You lovingly looked at Diana when suddenly a funny feeling started to churn in your stomach. A feeling of longing. Seeing Diana with a child made you wistful for a child of your own. With her.

You gazed at her lovingly as she handed back the baby to her mother, thanking her for letting her hold her child.

“So.” You grabbed her hand, making your way down the street. “Babies are pretty incredible aren’t they?”

“We didn’t have a child back in Themyscira. It’s always exciting to come across them,” Diana smiled at you.

“Have you ever thought about having a child of your own? Starting a family?” You asked cautiously.

She looked at you quizzically. “But do you not need a man to procreate? And that’s hardly fair, considering how we are together.”

“No no,” she chuckled. “There are other ways too you know. We could adopt.”

Diana gave you an affectionate smile. “I…have. Thought about starting a family. With you of course.”

You grinned at that, happy that she felt that way too. “But…?”

“I have lived for thousands of years and yet I still feel I am not ready for such a responsibility.” She started to rub circles on your hand with her thumb. “But it is something I want a little way down the road. And I would love to nurture a child with you.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Its not gonna be easy than any war.”

She sighed, giving you a small smile. “We’ll get through it together.”


Sunday Morning

“It’s your turn.”

“I’m asleep.”

“Tommy… Tommy… Thomas Shelby go and get your son.”

“Fine,” his huffing was muffled by the pillow his face was buried in.

You groaned as the cool morning air enveloped you, Tommy ripping the sheets off the pair of you as he got up like a whiney child. Usually the man barely slept, almost robotic in his ability to function without basic human needs. However Sunday was his day off, a day where he could pretend just for a bit that he was normal. Rather than being Tommy Shelby the gangster he was just Tom, a family man. A family man who wanted a lie in.

You noticed Charles’ crying had stopped and begrudgingly opened your eyes, gifted with the sight of a shirtless Tommy walking over, bouncing his son up and down. He placed the boy next to you and crawled into bed himself, wrapping the sheets back around the three of you.

“Morning, Charlie,” you cooed, giggling as he smiled back, “And what is it that you’d like to do today, hm?”

“He’d like to stay in bed,” a low voice mumbled next to you, you looked to see Tommy leant back with his eyes shut.

“Is that so? Cos I thought he wanted his dad to make everyone breakfast,” you punctuated your sentence with a kiss to Tommy’s unsuspecting lips.

Your boyfriend looked up at you, bemusement on his face alongside a small smile, “We have maids for that, love, bloody well paid ones at that.”

“Oh come on, Tom, remember when you made me breakfast on my birthday, it was lovely.”

“Yeah I do, I’d take a shoot out over handling that frying pan any day.”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, deciding to pull out the big guns. You lifted Charlie right up to Tommy’s face and pouted behind him.

“Are you really gonna deprive your son of a nice family breakfast, you heartless man?”

“Alright, alright, bloody hell how did I find a woman more stubborn than me?”

Smirking you placed Charlie back down between you and leant towards Tommy. He failed to ward off the smile spreading across his face as you beamed down and thanked him. His grouchiness was forgotten as you pressed your lips to his, warmth spreading through you as your plump lips moved together. You pulled back slightly, still keeping your face close, he followed it and landed another light kiss.

“I love you,” the sentiment left your lips as a content sigh.

“Love you, too, my darling.”

Only after a spell of gazing enchantedly at each other did Charles’ gurgles tear you both apart.

Tommy was stood over the cooker, glad his brothers were nowhere to be seen or he’d never hear the end of it. Only you could coerce him into this, the most feared man in Birmingham watching over the eggs and bacon. He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t enjoying his position though, with you distracted by Charles at the table he got the chance to watch you. The way you were with Charlie was something Tommy could never quite get over. It was hard to remember you weren’t his mother. Soon after Grace’s death you and Tommy had grown close and it was difficult to remember a time when you weren’t part of their lives.

His fond musings were interrupted by your voice, “Tommy is something burning?”

You saw him flush - something you knew he’d account to the cooker’s heat - as he quickly checked on some slightly charred bacon.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s under control,” you hid a smile as he muttered to himself.

He piled the food onto the plates and placed them triumphantly on the table. He took his seat and lit a cigarette as you poured the drinks.

“Breakfast is served,” he declared, resulting in a giggle from Charles.

You took the first bite under Tommy’s watchful eye and melodramatically paused before concluding, “Delicious, Tom, you’re a natural.”

He rolled his eyes but you caught the slight glow of pride as he shuffled over to feed Charlie.

Really enjoyed writing something sweet, thank u for all the requests keep em coming!

Exhibition (AO3)

Prompt: angst, human!AU, early 20s, artist!Cas, tattoos

For @envydean winner of my january botm

“Charlie, did you really have to drag me all the way over here? Why couldn’t you just go by yourself?” Dean huffs, following Charlie into the warehouse.

“Because I did you a favour and went to that wrestling match with you so now you’re going to return it.” Charlie retorts, before heading over to the first piece of art she sees. Dean grumbles but follows along beside her.

He’s never been to an art exhibit before. But then again he’s not the type of person who would willingly go to an art exhibit. Most of the people here seem like a bunch of hippies. They’ve either got blue hair, dreadlocks or tattoos swirling down their arms. Lots of tattoos. Kind of like someone he used to know.

Dean looks back to Charlie to see she’s moved closer through the small crowd to the piece of art. Dean sighs and follows her.

It’s been a full hour. An hour. Thankfully, though, the exhibit will be finished in ten minutes so Dean can leave. Sure, the paintings are good. Very good, but Dean doesn’t understand any of them. Charlie, on the other hand has stood and stared for about five minutes at each of them.

Dean taps Charlie on the shoulder. “C’mon, Charlie. Let’s get outta here.”

Charlie doesn’t even look at him. “No. The exhibit’s not finished yet.”

“It’s gonna finish in like ten minutes though.”

Charlie finally turns and crosses her arms. “Good. You can wait ten minutes then.”

Dean groans. Half of the people who showed up have already left. But of course there still here. “But this is the last painting. I swear we’ve looked at all the others.”

“Yeah and I’ll just be another ten minutes, okay?”

“How could you possibly look at this painting for ten minutes? It’s not even that good.” 

“Is that what you thought of all the paintings I did for you as well?” says a deep voice from behind him.

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"We can't invite her. Mother hates her."

When Harry got down on one knee, he should’ve known not to expect a small gathering to announce their love to the world. No, of Draco Malfoy was going to get married, it was to be a marvelous ceremony. Harry wanted to invite their family and closest friends. Draco wanted to invite anyone who had ever even glanced their way.

Except, apparently, Cho Chang. Harry had given Draco a list of people who he’d like at the wedding. And Draco had accepted all of them… except Cho.

When he had read her name, he tsked and said, “We can’t invite her. Mother hates her.”

“What? Why?” Harry asked. Malfoy had flicked the list aside and began as sorting through the blank invitations. There had to have been at least five hundred of them.

“Draco? What’s wrong with Cho?” Harry asked.

“If you must know, Cho’s mother -” he had said her name with venom in his voice, “- declined an invitation my mother sent to her several times. She was very rude about it, too. Since then, my mother has warned me against the Change family,” Draco explained haughtily.

“So you’re mother is the one with the problem?” Harry questioned. Draco nodded tersely. “Are you sure it’s not you who has a problem with Cho?”

“Of course not, Potter. I’m done talking about this. She will not be invited,” Draco said.

“Did you know that you call me ‘Potter’ whenever you lie to me?” Harry asked. Draco narrowed his eyes at him.

“I do not,” Draco snapped.

“Do so,” Harry replied.

“Do not,” Draco shot back.

“Either way, Malfoy, you need to tell me what your problem with Cho is,” Harry said. “If I don’t invite her, you know Padma will get upset. Then, she’ll tell Parvati, who’ll tell Lavender. We’ll lose half of the people if we don’t invite Cho. Or Padma will just bring her as her plus one and Cho’ll come anywhere. Either way, her girlfriend isn’t going to let her sit at home while she’s at our wedding.”

Draco huffed and said, “I’m already letting Ginny and Charlie come and now I have to let Cho come too?”

Harry finally understood. “So that’s what this is about.” Draco crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Harry couldn’t help thinking that he looked like a three-year old.

“Look, Draco, Cho and I barely even dated. We went on one date, for crying out loud. Plus, she’s dating Padma now. And I have you,” Harry said. Draco look unconvinced.

“Ginny’s got Luna too and Charlie has… well dragons,” Harry continued but Malfoy just stared blankly at him.

“Draco, I love you. I’m marrying you. You don’t need to worry about any of my exes. They’re not important. You are. We are,” Harry said. He took both of Draco’s hands into his own. A blush was now coloring Draco’s cheeks. Harry gave him a gentle kiss.

“I still don’t think we should invite her,” Draco mumbled against his lips. Harry sighed.

“Okay let’s think of it this way: If you invite my exes, it will be a natural way to say, 'I won. I get to marry Harry.’ Doesn’t that sound good?” Harry suggested. Draco pondered it for a moment before a smirk overtook his face.

“I think will. I can show them that you’re mine,” Draco said.

“Yes, but you’ll be nice about it, of course?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” Draco said. Then, he gasped and said, “You’ve turned me soft.”

Harry laughed and they shared another kiss.

And they were happy.

Injured Football Player Ch 19

Originally posted by elaacreditava

Summary: The reader starts to get upset when she hasn’t gotten pregnant yet, and like always Bucky makes things better.

Word Count: 855

A/N: Sorry I have been MIA for a while! It has been crazy at work trying to get ready for the semester to start! I have been a little bored this summer, so I am ready for classes to start! Thank you guys so much for reading! If y’all want to be tagged, just let me know! :)

Chapter 18

 You held Charlie’s hand as she walked down to the stairs to the practice field to see Bucky. You had to go to your California office for two weeks, and Charlie went with you. You two had just landed and decided that you would surprise Bucky at practice.

 “One more step,” you held Charlie’s hand tight so she wouldn’t fall, “Big step. Good girl!”

 She looked up and smiled at you, “Dada?”

 “Yeah, we are going to see your dada,” you looked up and saw Bucky talking to a reporter. When you saw him in his pads and uniform, your heart skipped a beat.

 He looked up and smiled when he saw you two walking towards him, “Sorry guys, I have got to cut it short,” he came jogging towards you.

 When Charlie saw Bucky, she pulled away and waddled towards him, “Dada!”

 “Hi, Baby Rae,” he squatted and pick her up, “Oh, I missed my baby girl!”

 You walked up and smiled, “She has been asking about you nonstop the last three hours.”

 He leaned down and kissed you, “Hi, Momma.”

 You kissed him back. You hated being away from him, but coming home to him was the best feeling in the world.

 “Teve,” Charlie squealed when she saw Steve walking up to you.

 “Charlotte Rae, come here my little bug,” Steve took her from Bucky, throwing her in air.

 As soon as Bucky had two free arms, he cupped your face and kissed you passionately, “I have missed you so much.”

 “I missed you too,” you whispered, “You look so hot right now, I can’t handle it.”

 He smiled at you, “You should go away more often.”

 “Y/N,” Steve called out, “When are you going to have a little brother for Charlie to play with?”

 You turned around and smiled, “Oh, I don’t know. I think I love her too much to have another one.”

 Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your head, “She is pretty perfect. I don’t think we can make another one quiet like her.”

 Steve looked down at the toddler who was holding onto his hands, swinging back and forth.

 She looked up at him and smiled, “Teve!”

 He pulled her up and hugged her, “If you guys have another baby, can I have Charlie?”

 You and Bucky laughed, “I think we would miss her.”

 “I’ll throw in one year’s salary,” Steve tilted his head.

 Bucky shook his head, “No way,” he held his arms out for his daughter who quickly jumped into them, nuzzling her face into his neck, “She is my baby girl. I could never trade her.”

 “Okay fine, two year’s salary?” Steve smiled.

 “Nope, she stays with me,” Bucky kissed Charlie’s head.

 A couple days later, you were standing at your bathroom sink looking at a pregnancy test.

 “Please be positive,” you whispered. In that moment the screen flashed the results. Negative.

 You sighed and dropped your head, “Damn it.”

 You and Bucky have been trying to get pregnant again for about seven months now, and every month the tests said the same thing.

 “Negative?” Bucky asked from behind you.

 You jumped at the sound of his voice. You gave him a sad smile and nodded, “Yeah.”

 He walked up and wrapped you in his arms, “It is going to be okay,” he kissed your head.

 “I don’t know what is wrong? We got pregnant so easy with Charlie. Why is it so hard now?”

 “Because weren’t trying. Listen,” he pulled back, “everything is going to be okay. We are going to have another baby. If we don’t get pregnant right away, then we have fun trying.”

 You smiled, “You’re right. I am just still a little worried.”

 He shook his head and held your face in his hands, “No worrying. Worrying is not going to make this process any easier. If you worry about how we aren’t pregnant yet, it will be harder for us to get pregnant.”

 You sighed, “You’re right. Maybe we just stop trying, but not do anything to prevent it. I feel like at this point, we should just step back from trying.”

 “But still have all the fun,” Bucky smiled while he wiggled his eyebrows.

 “Still have all the fun,” you kissed him.

 “I love you, doll.”

 “I love you too,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him tight.

 After a couple minutes of Bucky holding you, he kissed your shoulder before he spoke, “You know, Charlie is down for her nap. We can always fool around.”

 You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, “You were reading my mind, lover boy.”

 He laughed as he carried you to the bed.

 Yes, you were upset you were pregnant yet, but you knew Bucky was right. The only reason it seemed so easy with Charlie was because you guys weren’t trying with her. Now that you were actually trying, you didn’t think that it would be that hard. But you and Bucky were having fun just trying for another baby. If a little brother or sister were in the cards for Charlie Rae, then it would happen.

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Nora stared Miles. “Please, tell me you’re joking,” she declared.  “It has been a long day and I can’t deal with this right now."  All she wanted to do was curl up next to him and sleep.  Instead, she was sitting on his bed discussing a proposal of all things.

Miles looked up at her from his position on the bed.  "Come on, Nora, I thought you wanted to get married.”

She pursed her lips.  “Would you be askign me if Bass hadn’t ordered you to?”

“Probably not,” he admitted.

Nora groaned as she flopped on the pillow.  “I won’t do it,” she insisted.  “I am not that girl that gets forced into a marriage she doesn’t want.  I’ll murder Marissa first.”

“Thank so much baby,” Miles humphed.

She glanced at him from her position.  “You don’t want to marry me,” she pointed out.  “I won’t be stuck in some loveless marriage where you’re off screwing whores every night while I’m stuck here with…Bass.”

“FIrst off, I haven’t touched a whore since we got back here.  You’re my one and only.  Second, it’s not about wanting it’s about duty.”

“Fine, no whores then.  But you’ll be screwing Rachel.”

“Don’t be stupid, I haven’t looked at Rachel either.  She’s here so I can keep my family safe."  Miles reached out to put his hand over Nora’s.  "No, I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I wasn’t being forced to.  But that doesn’t mean I dont’ love you.  I just dont’ want to get married.  To anyone.  But if I had to choose who to spend the rest of my life…it’d be you.”

Nora sighed.  “You’re sweet but I"m still pissed.”

“You can be as pissed as you want but are you goign to do it?”

“Of course I am. I love you and Charlie if no one else here."  Nora rolled over into his arms.  "So we do this tomorrow?”

“Yep. Bass invited some…actually I think it’s a warlord, to come to teh Republic.  Some guy named Duncan Page.  He’s got a big tribe and he’ll be useful against the Plains Nation.  Anyway, I"m supposed to drop down on one knee during dinner.”

“Lovely.  My perfect Cinderella moment all planned in advance.”


Nora gripped Miles’ arm as they entered the ballroom.  She didn’t like the dress she was forced into, even with the way Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off her.  “Oh look the whore and her sister,” Nora muttered, noticing Galinda and Marissa.

“Be nice and smile pretty,” Miles ordered as they moved to greet the women.  “There are lives on the line.”

Take Care Of Her

Based off of the Anon prompt:  “ Can you write something where Owen realizes that all hell is breaking loose at the park and his gf and their newborn are alone somewhere? Maybe include their reunion? Thanks ^.^”

And in honor of thecvptain who asked for angst: “Owen x reader angst??? Like maybe reader is Owens niece and has been with him on the island since she was 2 cause her parents died??? And she causes an accident with the raptors? Or like reader is his girlfriend and they break up or almost break up?”

A/n: I hope this is what you were looking for as I cried imagining some of the parts in this. *Prepare for some minor angst*

You panic when you wake up to the sound of someone’s voice in the bungalow that you don’t recognize. Unfortunately, it also wakes up your daughter who, being only 6 months old doesn’t sleep very long to begin with. You walk over to Owen’s radio, that he left at home (again) to silence it but you hear panicked and shouting voices coming through. You don’t follow what they’re saying but you hear “Asset out of containment” and “Get out of there!”

You know you’re not the smartest person on this island, but you’ve always taken pride in the fact that you are far from stupid. You don’t know exactly what is going on, but you’ve heard enough to get the idea. A dinosaur has escaped its paddock and, by the sounds of panic, it’s dangerous.

You and Owen had discussed the possibility of this once. You always tried to avoid the conversation, pretending that if you didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t happen. But now, as you hurriedly pack your daughter’s diaper bag and a bag with the essential for you and Owen, you remember his words. “If anything happens, you get off this Island. I don’t care if I’m in danger or if you can’t get in touch with me. You get her and yourself to safety. Do you understand?” At the time, you had cried at the thought, rubbing your still swollen belly and he held just you as you agreed to what he said.

Within 5 minutes, you have thrown your things into the Jeep, strapped Charlie into her car seat, and begin to drive away from your bungalow. As you look in your rearview mirror, the thought crosses your mind that you might never see your home again.


By the time you’ve made it to the front of the park, you’ve been informed that there aren’t enough boats to evacuate everyone immediately. You groan at this and try to hold back your panic, but the moment you look up and see a Dimorphodon perched on the top of one of the buildings, you take off running, pulling Charlie to your chest, trying to keep your head down.

The sky fills with the flying creatures and they begin to swoop down, grabbing people right out of the streets. You see that people running into buildings for cover is not working, as they fly into the glass windows, breaking them, before continuing their attack.  Finally, people show up with guns, and begin shooting them down. You dodge falling creatures and falling people when you look up and see one flying directly at you. You know you won’t be able to outrun it, but you instinctively turn your back to it and drop into a crouching position, just praying that you can protect Charlie when you hear a gunshot so close to you, your ears ring loudly.

You look up to see Owen running towards you as tears roll down your face. He wraps an arm around you and kisses you hard before leaning down to kiss Charlie, who is now wailing as loudly as possible. He turns around to continue shooting down the creatures as you stand behind him and explain that all the boats filled up immediately and you can’t get off the island.

He nods his head once and tells you, “You have to get to the control room. Lowery is in there, he will take care of you.”

He turns to you and sees you shaking your head, “I can’t leave you. I know what you’re going to do, Owen, you’re going to try to stop it.” You throat feels swollen and you can barely speak. “Please, Owen. Please just come with us,” you beg hopelessly, already knowing that you won’t be able to convince him. He reaches up to wipe away the tears rolling down your face as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you, Y/n.” Then he looks down at Charlie and gives her another kiss, “Take care of her,” he says, and you’re not sure which one of you he’s actually talking to.

He turns and runs towards a pteranodon that is attacking two children nearby and you can’t watch. You begin to make your way to the control room, still dodging attacks and sigh in relief when you make it inside, walking the rest of the way.

When you get to the top floor, you immediately find Lowery and he stands up to give you a tight hug. He tells you everything is going to be okay and he takes the now calming Charlie from your arms telling you to go get a drink. He sits at his controls, rocking his goddaughter and continues to monitor the chaos outside.


When InGen’s plan fails and they begin evacuating everyone, you stare at Lowery in awe as he refuses to leave. You go to sand by his side and take his hand as you realize how brave he is, not only for staying behind to help his friends, but for the fact that he has to sit here, watching people die, while being hidden away safely in this room. You know that if he could, he would be out there helping, but he knows he’s needed here.

You begin to cry again as you watch the girls that you helped raise and train dying to protect their father, because really, that’s what he is to them. He’s not just a trainer or an alpha. They’re not attacking the Indominous out of respect for him or duty. They’re doing it out of love and this fact has you falling apart. You call Claire crazy when she tells Lowery to open paddock nine, but secretly agree with her decision. Another brave soul willing to sacrifice herself. You suddenly feel small as you hide in this room, but look down at your daughter and remember that you’re protecting her, and that’s the most important thing you can do.


When it’s all over, your heart breaks as you watch blue run off and Owen finds you in the control room overtaken by sobs, unable to stop crying. He holds Charlie close as he comforts you, and he apologizes for all the things that he didn’t actually have any control over. You ask him if you’re allowed to return to the bungalow to get the things that you left behind and he says that it’s too dangerous.

“I just wish I could see it one last time,” you say between sniffles and he sits up, readjusting the both of you. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and pulls it out, seeming a little shocked that it still works, before searching for an app. You notice that it only has 5% battery, wondering what is so important as to use the rest of his battery on, but then let out a mixture between a laugh and a sob when you realize what he’s doing. He’s going to the baby app that is hooked up to the monitor in Charlie’s room. You take it from his hand as her room pops up on his screen, barely able to make out the shape of her crib and various stuffed animals on her shelf in the dark. You take a deep breath to hand it back to Owen when you see a slight movement in the shadows.

Owen finally breaks into a sob, tears rolling down his cheeks as you watch Blue walk slowly into the baby’s room, sniff around in her bed, and then point her head to the sky, letting out a loud screech. You recognize this as the same sound you heard them make as they watched their sisters die. She turns around once in the room before lying down on the floor, making a low whining sound. You close your eyes when the screen goes black, his phone dying, and press your face into his chest, unable to speak. You reach down to caress your daughter and wrap an arm around a still crying Owen.

You can’t help but think to yourself that as much pain as you are in, and as many friends and family you lost today, you’re sitting here, safe, with your daughter and husband. And for that, you thank your lucky stars.

A/n: I love the Idea of Lowery Cruthers (the control room operator with the “Jurassic Park” shirt on) being best friends with Owen and reader.

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The Butterfly Effect: Chapter 4

A/N: Ask and you shall receive. Fair warning: things are about to get real messy *evil laughter*. On a more positive note… it might bring certain two teenagers a bit closer.

Enjoy! And if you do, for goodness sake, let me know! :D

That said, I also want to thank all the beautiful souls who continue reading this story, who let me know how much they like it, and which parts they like the most. I love every single one of you. Never stop, and neither will I ;)

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“Honcho, I figured out a really important binding,” Jay says as he bounds into the hotel room.

“Does it involve coming in through the door and not the window?” Charlie asks.

“Nope! I found out that love has shapes.”

I pause. “Shapes.”

“Did you know that love comes in triangles?!”

Charlie goes still on the couch. 

“Ah. Yes, yes I did.”

“That means we’re a love triangle cuz we’re all the bestest friends and! I love you both,” Jay flings out with the pure joy and truth that can only come out of a Jay who is eleven and so very jaysome with it. 

Charlie buries her face in her hands. “And you’ve told people this, haven’t you.”

“Of course,” Jay boasts, shocked Charlie would think otherwise. 

I sigh, shake my head and leave Charlie to try and explain things to Jay. Sometimes that’s almost safe.

high school!au / prom!au | popular!dean & nerdy!cas

this is only part one !! pt.2 coming soon

I can’t believe you still haven’t found a prom date yet,” Sam said as he pushed the salad on his plate around. “Prom is literally this Friday, Dean.”

“I’m aware, Sammy.” Dean sighed.

Sam started to smirk across the table at Dean, knowing how much Dean liked a certain little nerd. The boys were sat across from each other, alone today, because their other friend, Charlie, had called in sick to school so she could work.

“You could just ask the love of your life, Dean,” Sam ran a hand through his hair. “You know that Castiel would totally go with you. You’re not ugly and you’re sort of smart..well, not really..but still! Besides, even if he thought you were totally gross he’d probably still go with you because no one wants to go alone.”

“Oh, shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes, his cheeks burning. He kicked his brother under the table as Castiel walked by. His eyes followed Castiel across the cafeteria until he finally sat down. He was sitting with his brother and another girl named Hannah.

“What about you? Where’s your hot date, hm? You going to ask Castiel’s brother, Gabe?” Dean smirked back at his little brother before taking a bite of his cheeseburger. The school’s burgers weren’t as good as he had hoped but they were still burgers.

Sam leaned forward, shaking his head. “Actually, I have someone in mind.” He smiled triumphantly, stabbing some chicken with his fork before taking a bite.

“Oh, really? Who?” Dean asked, his eyes still watching Castiel. He saw as Castiel laughed at something Hannah had said and he felt his stomach drop. What if Cas took her to prom? She was fairly pretty and he thought she was funny.

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here)

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that her dad would date someone so young in the first place. And now this? 

This was so much more serious.

“Bells I know she won’t replace your mom but-”

“Yeah dad I know she won’t, she’s closer to my age!” She cut him off with a disappointed shake of the head. “Dad, are you sure about this? It’s only been a year.” 

Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The frown on his face and bags under his eyes clearly showed that this conversation stressed him out. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit that he still had after all these years. “I care about her Bells.” Was all he could come up with. Even when in love, Charlie Swan was a man of few words. 

Bella stared at her father, her arms crossed. She was still struggling to accept the fact that they were dating, but now her father wanted to marry the checkout girl. She was disturbed by the age difference, but then she realized that the age gap between her and Edward was a lot larger. Who was she to judge him?

She had also never seen Charlie smile as often as he did in this past year. The Swans weren’t known for being the most cheerful people around, but the checkout girl brought out a new side of her father that Bella (or anyone for that matter) had never seen. 

If they got married then Charlie wouldn’t be alone after Bella transitioned into a vampire. He would be happy with his new wife and finally get over the broken heart Renee had left behind. The woman would cook for him (because God knows he needs someone to look after him.) Now that she thought about it, the only problem she had was the age gap. But even a 13 year age difference was nothing compared to her 90 year difference with Edward. With that thought in mind she made her decision.

“Then I wish you the best dad. You have my full support.”

The smile she received confirmed her hopes. Her new stepmother would be the one to make her father happier than he had ever been.


“Shit!” You half-nakedly screamed out as you watched your one nighted sleaze bag take off in your truck.
“You have no idea who you’ve just fucked with!” You screamed, pun not intended, knowing he wouldn’t hear, but just letting it known that he was screwed either way.

Pacing around your cheap motel room, phone at hand, you eagerly waited until you knew TM would be open, and Chucky would pick up the phone.

“Teller-Morrow how may I help you.” He sang.

“Chucky hey it’s me.”

“Ah, bonjour madam-”

“Okay, okay, look Chuck I need your help with something.”

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You're It For Me

Pairing: Charlie x reader

Characters: Charlie, Sam, Dean, reader

Word count: 2074

Warnings: jealousy, fluff

Summary: It’s hard having feelings for someone when you’re sure they don’t like you back, but it’s even harder to watch them love someone else.

Charlie Bradbury, how do you even begin to explain your love for Charlie Bradbury. After meeting the red head through the Winchesters, you instantly fell in love with her. You loved her quirky personality, her geekiness, how cute she was when she got excited, how beautiful her eyes were. You loved the way her hair flowed in the wind, how soft it always looked. The way she would look out for you on a hunt even though she knew you were a much better hunter than her. You loved how she looked when she woke up and she would come down to the bunker library with her pjs on. How she would kiss your forehead when she walked into the kitchen where Sam would cook you all breakfast.

You would get flustered every time she would touch you as she walked past, the way her hand would brush across your back, or how she pressed her hands against your shoulders as she bent down to see what you were looking at on your laptop. You never once believed that Charlie liked you the way you liked her… The way you loved her.

Sam and Dean both knew, you hadn’t told them but you weren’t exactly subtle. You would stare at her any time she was around, no matter what she was doing. Sam and Dean brought it up to you, asked you if you had feelings for her. For a while you lied, but they always knew the truth. They would always tell you that hiding your feelings would make things worse and worse, but you ignored what they told you. Every day you saw her you realised that they were right, it was becoming harder and harder to deny the truth, you were in love with Charlie Bradbury.

One day you decided the pressure was too much to handle alone, you needed to tell someone so of course you confided in Sam and Dean. You were in the kitchen in the bunker, Charlie was out on a supply run and you admitted that they were right the whole time. “I don’t know what to do guys, I don’t know how to tell her. I’m too scared to tell her… I just don’t want to lose her if she decides that I’m not what she wants” you sighed.

“Y/N, Charlie loves you” Sam reassured you.

“But I’m not sure it’s the same way I love her” you said sadly. “I couldn’t keep this to myself anymore, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, you know? This is really hard and maybe I just need some time to think about this” you said as you ran your hands through your hair.

“We’ll always be here kiddo” Dean said as he patted your back to comfort you.

“Thanks Dean” you smiled as you looked up at him.

“Hey!” Charlie shouted from the hallway. “I’m back bitches, miss me?” She asked with her usual perky smile.

“Hey, Charlie” you said with a fake smile painted on your face.

“So, I have some good news!” She smiled as she placed the bag down on the table. “So… I didn’t tell you guys until I knew it was serious but, I’ve met someone” she said excitedly, Sam and Dean both looked at you.

“Oh, that’s great” you said happily, and the boys joined in.

“Tomorrow I’m meeting her for a drink at this bar down town, you guys should come!” She said as she unpacked the bag. Sam was about to come up with an excuse but you quickly spoke.

“We would love to” you smiled, “I bet she’s great” you said.

“Yay!” She squealed as she clapped her hands together, “I’ll go call her and tell her you guys are coming”. Charlie quickly ran out of the kitchen and the boys eyes instantly shot to you.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sam asked.

“I didn’t know how to say no! She would suspect something was up!” You said in a panic.

“Well this can’t end well” Dean sighed as he took a seat at the table. “Are you gonna be able to handle this kiddo?” Dean asked.

“This isn’t about me. It’s about Charlie” you said with a forced smile. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle seeing her with another girl, but you wouldn’t destroy her happiness for your own selfish needs.

* * *

You, Sam and Dean sat in the booth at the bar, waiting for Charlie and her new girlfriend. You were shaking, your hand tapping the table, your leg bumping up and down under the table. “Hey, you gotta calm down” Dean said as he gripped your hand from opposite you, “if you act like this she’s gonna know something is wrong”.

“Maybe this is a bad idea, maybe you’re not ready for this” Sam told you.

“No, I’m a big girl… I can do this” you said as you moved your hand away from Deans, you finally stopped tapping. “Oh god, they’re here”.

Charlie walked in holding her new girlfriends hand. The girl was cute, she was short and had blonde hair, a Harry Potter t-shirt and faded jeans, she was exactly Charlie’s type. “Guys, I’d like you to meet Nancy” Charlie smiled as she walked over to the booth. It was a little silent at first, but you quickly broke the silence.

“Hi Nancy, I’m Y/N, this is Sam and that’s Dean, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Charlie talks about you all the time” you said with a cute smile, you were surprised how smoothly you were talking.

“It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, you guys too” she said as she shook your hand. “I was really nervous about meeting you guys, i was worried that you wouldn’t like me”.

“I told you!” Charlie said excitedly, “you have nothing to worry about, I knew they would love you.”

“How about I go buy us all some drinks?” You asked so you could excuse yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you” Sam said as you both went to the bar. You sat on a barstool and put your head in your hands. “How did you manage that?” Sam asked.

“I honestly have no idea” you sighed. “I’m gonna need a drink if I’m going to survive the rest of the night” you moaned.

“Here, It’s on me” Sam said as he ordered two beers.

“She’s great.. She’s pretty, she’s exactly Charlie’s type” you complained. “I wanted to hate her, I really did… But she makes Charlie happy” you smiled sadly.

“I know this is hard for you” Sam said in an understanding tone. “Are you okay? You’re not still upset, are you?”

“No, I’m happy as long as she is.” You said as you smiled, watching Charlie and Nancy in the booth. “It’s just gonna take some time to get used to, to know that she’s not mine. That she never was”.

Sam didn’t know what else to say, he just smiled sadly. You sat at the bar for a little while before returning to the booth. After talking all night, you noticed some little things about Charlie and Nancy. Every time Nancy would go to grab Charlie’s hand, charlie would hold it for a second and then move away. Nancy moved up to be closer to Charlie but Charlie moved a little bit away. Nancy didn’t notice what Charlie was doing, but you did. After a few hours, Nancy said she was getting a little tired and wanted to go home. “I’ll miss you” Charlie smiled at her.

“I’ll miss you too” Nancy smiled before sliding out of the booth, “it was great meeting you all.” You all smiled at her as she left the bar.

“I’m breaking up with her” Charlie said as the smile that had been plastered on her face all night disappeared in less than a second.

“What? Charlie are you kidding? She’s perfect for you!” You shouted.

“She’s great Y/N, but I see her more as a friend, you know? She’s the kind of person I would laugh with and geek about stuff with, but not cuddle and kiss. I’m not in love with her” she sighed.

“You were hyped about her being your girlfriend until we met her” Sam said.

“Yeah, c'mon kiddo she’s great” Dean said as he took a swig of beer, “what’s the problem?”.

Charlie looked at you, just stared at you, ignoring what Sam and Dean were saying. With Sam beside you and Dean opposite him, Charlie was directly opposite you, still staring. “I really liked her, but I’ve now realised that I’m in love with someone else” she breathed out.

You looked at Sam and then at Dean, was she talking about you? “Charlie if you were in love you wouldn’t have had a few different girlfriends over the last couple of months, why do you keep breaking up with them all so quickly? They were all so amazing!” you said.

“But none of them were you!” She said, her eyes still drawn to you. “They didn’t matter. None of them. It didn’t matter how perfect they seemed or how amazing they were because none of them were you. I love you. That’s it. You’re it for me.”

Your jaw was dropped to the floor, both the boys awkwardly scratching their heads and staring at each other. “You- uh Charlie um- I uh-” you tried talking, but nothing seemed to make sense.

“Maybe we should leave you guys alone to talk” Dean giggled nervously. You and Charlie both ignored him, your eyes still on each other.

“I’m sorry- God I’m such an idiot” she said as she put her head in her hands. “I wasn’t going to tell you but I just- I couldn’t keep this bottled up anymore. I hadn’t even told the boys- it’s been killing me!” She said.

“Why did you wait so long to tell me?” You asked.

“It doesn’t matter how long I waited, it doesn’t change anything.” She sighed as she stood from the booth and walked out of the bar. You completely ignored the boys and ran out of the bar to go after Charlie.

“Charlie wait!” You shouted as you saw her walking away. “Charlie please!” You said as you grabbed her shoulder to turn her around to look at you.

“Y/N, stop. I’m embarrassed enough I don’t wanna talk about this okay? I’m sorry that I did this in front of Sam and Dean you’re probably embarrassed and I’ve ruined the day for you and I’m such an idiot and a nerd I always fall for the wrong people-” you couldn’t stand listening to her rambling, so you stopped her the best way you could think of. You crashed your lips into hers, and she didn’t fight it off. At first she was a little confused, but then she closed her eyes and moved her lips with yours. When you finally pulled away she looked into your eyes and smiled, “that was a really nice way of telling me to shut up” she breathed out with a light chuckle.

From the bar door you could hear a slow clapping, you turned around to see a very smug looking Sam and Dean. “Well well, Sammy you owe me 10 bucks” Dean chuckled.

“He what?!” You shouted.

“Based on a completely different bet of course!” Dean said with his hands in the air.

You looked back at Charlie, “What about Nancy, what’s going to happen with her?” You asked.

“I told you, I’m not in love with her like I’m in love with you, I’m going to break up with her,” she smiled. “Do you love me?” She asked.

“of course I do” you said as you took her hand in yours. “Let’s go home” you said as you walked towards the impala. The drive back to the bunker was peaceful, happy. It was the happiest you’d felt in a long time. All the waiting to tell Charlie how you felt, all the pain you had gone through washed away in a matter of seconds. Even the boys looked happier, you noticed Dean watching you both giggle together in the rear view mirror. Sam and Dean gave each other the look. The look that says I’m so glad this finally happened. You finally had the girl of your dreams, and you couldn’t have been happier.

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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“No! You cannot choose Robin Hood as a companion!” Charlie challenged. “He was barely there for an episode, and Clara was still a companion.”

“Yes, I can pick him. I can do whatever the hell I want,” Dorothy replied glibly, and Dean couldn’t help his smirk at the exasperated huff Charlie let out. He didn’t have to look up from his physics book to know that the girlfriends were glaring each other down. Well, Charlie was glaring; Dorothy was probably wearing that overly fond look, the one that said ‘You’re acting like an idiot right now but I’ll let it slide since I’m in love with you.’

Dean flipped another page in his textbook, sighing as he glanced at the page number in the upper corner. He was barely halfway through the assignment, and he’d been sitting here for over an hour. Then again, maybe the bustling student union wasn’t the best place to do homework.

He jolted when Charlie suddenly kicked at his foot. He shot her a glare and a terse “what?” She jerked her head toward the front doors.

“Lover boy at three o'clock.”

Dean’s eyes flickered over toward the doors, his gaze automatically honing in on the dark-haired man who was currently scanning the area like he was looking for someone. His eyes landed on them, and Dean managed a tremulous smile and a little half-wave. Cas blushed and waved back.

Charlie motioned him over and he nodded as he began to pick his way over to their sofas.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dean hissed, and Charlie just smiled sweetly.

“I may or may not have invited him to our study session,” she explained innocently.


“Because I’m sick and tired of watching you two idiots dance around each other. It was one drunken New Year’s Eve kiss, Dean!”

“Yeah, and—”

Charlie cut him off. “A kiss that you both thoroughly enjoyed.”

“You can’t know that,” Dean argued.

“Yes, I can! He was giving you heart eyes for ages before you kissed him, and now it’s been almost a full month and you’re still acting like a complete dumbass. You need to either man up and ask him out or at least start acting like a decent human being. I miss having him along on our adventures, and until you make things right, he won’t come with us.”

Dean would have said more, but then Cas was standing in front of them, smiling hesitantly. “Thanks for inviting me, guys. I’m kinda completely lost on this chapter,” he admitted as he settled down next to Dean and pulled out his book.

“Absolutely!” Charlie assured him, shooting Dean a warning look over his head. Her smile was back in place when Cas straightened back up with his book in hand.

“So how have you been?” She asked, her tone nothing but cheerful.

“Pretty good. Busy,” Cas said as he flipped open to the chapter they were working on in class.

“I bet! I mean, I’ve barely seen you since we’ve been back,” she said.

Cas cast a quick sidelong glance at Dean, his cheeks heating. “I know. I’m sorry about that.”

Dean suddenly got the impression that he was apologizing for more than just his absence, and that hurt more than Dean wanted to admit. He finally managed a peek at the other man, only to find that Cas had already looked away. Dean quickly looked back down at his own book, not wanting to get caught staring himself.

As they began to review over the material, Dean repeatedly found himself getting distracted by the stupidest things, like the way Cas’s fingers curled around his pen, or the way Cas’s teeth pulled at his lower lip when he was lost in thought, or the little furrow that deepened between Cas’s eyebrows. The further they got into the hour, the more Dean found himself wishing that Cas would look at him at least one time. But the other man seemed determined to avoid his gaze.

He’d just about had enough of it. He was about to ask Cas a question, if for no other reason than to catch his eye, when a group of giggling girls wandered up. They were all dressed in identical powder blue polos with some Greek letters stitched into the fabric. Even if they hadn’t had the matching polos, Dean would’ve recognized them as frat girls from their matching lip-gloss smiles.

“Hey, Cas,” the one in the middle murmured. Cas glanced up from his book, a kind smile plastered on his face.

“Hello, Hael.”

She smiled flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes. “Are you going to be there tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Cas promised.

“Good,” she praised, one perfectly manicured nail coming to tap under his chin.

Dean almost looked away, but when Cas pulled away from the touch, he felt a swell of triumph fill his chest, triumph mixed with relief.

“Come find me,” Hael commanded before she spun and strode away, the other girls in tow.

“Who was that?” Charlie asked, her eyes following the group.

Cas sighed wearily and shook his head. “One of Anna’s sorority sisters.”

“She’s pretty,” Dorothy offered inanely.

“You should ask her out!” Charlie suggested. Dean glared at them from behind Cas. What the hell were they doing?

Cas blushed and glanced down at his book. “Sure, maybe,” he muttered. Dean felt panic flood his chest. Cas wouldn’t actually ask her out, right? He didn’t like her like that; he liked Dean, and Dean liked him. Cas couldn’t ask her out, not without Dean telling him at least once.

Cas looked relieved when his phone dinged, giving him an excuse to look away. He pulled it out of his pocket long enough to glance at the screen, a tiny frown tugging the corners of his mouth down. “Guys, I gotta run.”

“Aw, why?” Charlie moaned. “We were having so much fun!”

“Sorry,” he muttered, shrugging. “Anna needs me to go pick up some beer for her party.”

“Party?” Dorothy’s gaze lifted from her book. “Where?”

“Kappa,” Cas replied as he stood and gathered his things. “You should stop by.”

“Maybe. Won’t you be busy with Hael?” Charlie teased. Cas just rolled his eyes as he turned away.

Dean almost let him leave like that, almost let him walk back out. But at the last moment, he called out, “See you tonight, Cas.”

Cas hesitated for the briefest of moments, his back tensing under Dean’s stare before he called back, “See you tonight, Dean.”


Dean wove through the crowd of party-goers, his eyes roving, searching for that head of dark, unruly hair he’d imagined running his fingers through so many times. He caught sight of Charlie and Dorothy dancing out on the floor, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help his fond smile; their fights never lasted long.

He turned away to resume his search when someone suddenly rammed into him. He glanced down to find Anna stumbling against his chest, giggling drunkenly.

“Dean! You came!” She squealed, throwing her arms around him. She pulled away enough to beam up at him. “Oh my god, Cas is going to be so excited!”

“He is?” He uttered, arching an eyebrow.

She let out another high-pitched giggle. “Oh my god! You’re so funny. Like you didn’t know,” she whacked him on the arm. “He’s in the kitchen.”

“Oh, uh…thanks,” Dean murmured, disentangling himself from her hold. “Is that…”

“Straight through there,” she pointed him through an open doorway.

Dean stumbled away, smiling apologetically at those he bumped up against. When he stepped into the kitchen, he immediately felt the rise in temperature. He glanced around, trying to find Cas, when he spotted him in the corner.

Cas was backed up into the corner, his eyes wide as the dark-haired girl from earlier that afternoon tried to carry on a conversation with him. She kept bending forward into his space, and every time Cas moved a little further back, despite already being practically flush against the wall. His eyes flickered up then, and for the briefest of moments, their gazes locked.

Dean felt his heart stutter to a stop, and he offered a hesitant smile. Cas’s eyes pleaded for escape, and who was Dean to deny? He strode forward, stepping around Hael to slide right up against Cas’s side.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he murmured, bending to press a quick peck to Cas’s cheek.

“Hey,” Cas whispered back, smiling tremulously up at him. Dean reached over to take his hand, slowly tangling their fingers together.

“Sorry I’m late; traffic was a bitch,” he explained. He looked at Hael then, his smile tight and uninviting. “And who is this?”

“Dean, this is Hael. She’s one of Anna’s frat sisters,” Cas explained, like they hadn’t just talked about it earlier.

Hael still remembered it, though. Her eyes narrowed. “Weren’t you with him at the Student Union earlier?”

“Yes, I was,” Dean confirmed.

Hael’s eyes shifted between them then back down to their joined hands where Dean’s thumb rubbed over the back of Cas’s hand.

“You weren’t acting…couply then,” she accused.

Dean shrugged. “We were saving it all up for later… Which is right about now. If you’ll excuse us,” he pulled Cas away from the wall.

“Thank you,” Cas leaned up to whisper as Dean tugged him back toward the living room.

Dean grinned down at him. “My pleasure.”

As they stepped into the living room, Dean’s eyes scanned for a seat. He only found one available seat, a plush leather armchair. He smirked and tugged Cas toward it, settling into the deep cushion before pulling Cas down to sit across his lap.

“Dean…” Cas protested even as his body settled against Dean’s chest.

Dean shook his head. “We gotta sell it, right?”

Cas smiled softly. “I suppose.” His eyes dipped to Dean’s mouth. “So you said that we were saving it up for later…” He reminded.

Dean chuckled. “That I did, and if I recall right, I also said it was right about now.”

“Well then, we better get going,” Cas murmured as he leaned into Dean, smiling eagerly.

Dean’s hand came up to cup his cheek, his thumb stroking along the smooth skin there. His eyes dropped to Cas’s plush mouth as he ducked in. He paused for the briefest of moments, their mouths just a hair’s breadth away, savoring the anticipation. It had been so long since New Year’s, so very long since he’d had Cas’s mouth on his, and he wanted to savor it.

But then Cas was pushing their mouths together, and he realized that the anticipation wasn’t nearly as sweet as having Cas’s mouth on his again. Cas’s hands slid up into his hair, tugging him even closer as their lips brushed together, opening up to each other for hungry exploration.

Dean and Cas were so lost in their kisses, neither noticed the small group standing in the corner. Anna slipped an arm around Hael’s neck, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “You were brilliant!”

Hael smirked as both Charlie and Dorothy fist bumped her in turn. She knew that switching her major to performance studies had been the right choice.