i tried experimenting.. i hope it's okay

sO I MADE ANOTHER PUNK EDIT OF THOMAS SANDERS AND I WAS GOING TO PUT IN A DESCRIPTION ABOUT HOW I WAS HOME SICK TODAY SO I HAD TIME TO WORK ON THIS BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF THE TERM “ONE HUNK OF A PUNK” AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING SO THERE YOU GO

THOMAS SANDERS: ONE HUNK OF A PUNK

It's Okay

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of unacceptance of bisexuality  

Summary: Reader is in the closet about her bisexuality, but Dean figures it out one night and tries to set her up with Charlie, only to have the reader confess her feelings for Dean. 
Words: 1095
Request:

A/N: I hope to God I do this story justice. Being straight, I’ve never had to experience being unaccepted for your sexual orientation, and I only have one friend who I know is openly bi, so I don’t have much personal knowledge of bisexuality. I really hope I do this well for you, anon. Feel free to call me out if I don’t or write anything that makes you uncomfortable

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You and Dean take a seat at the bar, Dean motioning the bartender for two beers. Sam was suppose to come out with the two of you, but a bad cold kept him at the bunker for a night.

Your eyes wander around the bar, taking in the crowds. As you look around, you eyes stop on a girl standing at a high top table with a group of four other girls. She has long brown hair that’s curled and big blue eyes that you can see all the way across the room. She catches your gaze, and she smiles at you. You feel yourself blush and duck your head.

You hope that she won’t come over here, and you wish she hadn’t caught you staring. 

You hadn’t told Dean or Sam yet that you were bisexual. After your last experience coming out, you were terrified of their reaction. 

Coming out to your friends and family in your small hometown didn’t go as planned. You knew they weren’t open minded, but you really had hoped that because it was you, they would be more accepting. 

How wrong you were. 

At first, your parents thought you were joking, but as you stood in front of them with conviction and a quivering lip, your mother started to cry and your dad just shook his head as he walked out of the room.

Somehow, your entire school found out, and you were forced to wander the halls under their judging stares and mean snickers as you walked pass. 

As soon as you graduated, you high-tailed it out of your town as quickly as you could, never looking back, and not hearing from you so-called friends or your parents since you left. 

And now you were adult, and you were completely accepting of yourself, but you had come to realize how hard it was for others to accept it.

And you weren’t ready to possibly lose Dean and Sam.

Especially Dean.

He instantly struck you with his rugged good looks and a smirk that could make any girl quiver at the knees, but beyond the good looks was a man, a good man, with a heart of gold who cared deeply for the people in his life, and who loved Western movies, and sang along, off key, to Led Zeppelin and Queen. 

You fell for him so quickly it made your head spin. 

The bartender slams the two beers in front of you and Dean, and the two of you cheers. 

A few drinks later, you decide to call it a night, and the two of you ride in comfortable silence back to the bunker, just the classic rock station softly playing through the speakers. 

Once you’re back, Dean decides to grab some beers for the two of you, not quiet ready for the night to end. 

You settle at the table in the main room, you with your legs crossed, and Dean with his up on the table. 

The two of you are quiet, both not needing to fill the silence with words, until Dean clears his throat.

“So, um,” he scratches the back of his head, clearly unsure how to say what he’s trying to say. “I have this friend, Charlie.” You shake your head. You had heard her name a few times, but had never seen her before. “And, if you want, I could give you her number. She’s super sweet. Total dork. You’d love her.”

Your heart stops and your stomach drops as heat floods your body.

“Wh-what?” You put the beer down on the table as your palms start to sweat. “Wh-why would I want her number?” You try to laugh it off, the nervousness bubbling into your throat. 

Dean smiles, a genuine, soft smile. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. I saw you checking out that girl at the bar. Don’t worry. Charlie’s a great girl, she’ll take care of you.” He winks. 

It’s okay.

You’re shocked that Dean’s okay with it. Not cause it’s Dean, just cause you’ve yet to come across someone in your life who had mattered and who had accepted it. 

“You’re….you’re okay with it?” You stutter, trying to keep back the tears as they begin to well.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Dean puts his beer down. “Don’t cry. Why are you crying?” He suddenly gets nervous. 

You bite your lips, debating if you’re actually going to tell him or not.

“Dean,” you whisper, fearing your voice will crack. You swallow hard as you let out a deep breath through your nose. “The last time I did this, I lost my friends and family because of it. And uh, I’m nervous.”

Dean stands from his chair and walks over to you, sitting up on the table and taking your hands in his. 

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. With me or Sam.” He smiles.

“Well that’s good.” You let out a nervous laugh. “And uh, I appreciate your offer about Charlie, but uh, I’m not a lesbian actually.” Dean’s eyebrows furrow and his lips purse as he looks over your shoulder in absolute confusion, clearly trying to figure your words out in his head. 

You giggle at him, even as a few tears fall down your cheek. 

“I’m, uh, I’m bi, actually.” Dean looks at you, still looking lost. “Bisexual.” You clarify, and his mouth pops open into a little “o” and his eyebrows shoot up. 

“Ohhh, so..” Dean starts.

“I like guys and girls.” Dean nods his head, the gears finally clicking into place.

“Yeah…” You shake your head. 

“And uh,” you decide to go off your moment of bravery. “I’m sure Charlie’s great, but there’s actually a guy I kinda like right now.” You duck your head and look down at your boots. 

“Oh.” Dean pauses as you keep your gaze down. “Well, uh, who’s this guy?”

You blush and bite down on your lip, deciding to just bite the bullet.

“Uh, you.” You wring your hands together, terrified your heart is going 

Two strong hands cover yours, and they pull you up out of your seat and next to him.

His hand travels from your hand, to your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his. 

His green eyes shine into yours, and with a gentle tug, he pulls your lips to his, moving very carefully as his thumb rubs your cheek and his fingers grip onto your hip. 

You smile against his lips as his stubble scratches your cheeks. 

He pulls away, holding your cheeks, and leaning his forehead against your.

“It’s gonna be okay." 

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So I tried coloring Mirajane in three different styles! The first is inspired by Tartatail’s style, second one is Unisonraidd’s and last one is my new one! Kind of a mix of all the techniques i know  i’m gonna keep experimenting till i have a style that fits me! So tell me what you think!