Ooh, how many requests can I make? #5 please! Thanks!
Ray of Sunshine - Dean x Reader - AU
Babysitting for Sam was always nice. Because your niece was nice. She was a ray of sunshine and seeing her smile or laugh just filled your heart with happiness.
But, today, there was more at stake. Today, Mickey was faced with an impossible choice. Okay, maybe it was unfair to the poor innocent kid, but it was too late now, and she had to give an answer.
“Who do you like best? Me or uncle Dean?”
The kid was actually giving this some thoughts, which was nothing but normal. You and Dean were, her words, her two favorite people in the whole world, so now this pick and choose needed some consideration.
Except, you could see Dean from the corner of your eye, mouthing stuff at her. Typical.
“Dean, I swear to God,” you said, putting a hand over his mouth. “No bribing her. We promised this was gonna be fair.”
He moved your hand away, then looked at you with innocence. “I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, right. I know you. You were promising her ice-cream, weren’t you?”
Your niece’s eyes immediately went wide at the mention of her favorite food. “Ice-cream?” She asked, faking indifference. Little liar like her uncle. Uncle who, by the way, was nodding at her right now, until you turned to glare at him. This momentarily stopped him. You were never gonna win this battle. Unless…
“You’re gonna get ice-cream anyway, Mickey. So just pick who you like best and then we can go buy it.” Now you were the one smiling innocently. Take this, Dean, you little shit.
Mickey sighed. “I have to think about it,” she said. Oh, it looked like this was gonna take some time.
And it did.
A couple of hours and a Disney movie later, when Sam came home, Dean stood up from the couch and went to grab the coats to leave. That’s when Mickey looked up with conviction in her eyes. “I decided. I choose uncle Dean. I’m sorry, auntie.”
“It’s okay,” you told her in hushed tones, a smile on your face only for her to see.
“Choose for what?” Sam asked the room and, before you could reply, he frowned at something behind you. Or, rather, at someone.
“Please tell me he isn’t doing his victory dance behind me,” you said shaking your head.
“Oh, he is.”
Dean handed you your coat, then went to pick up his niece in his arms, and kissed her cheek. “We’re taking her for ice-cream, Sammy. She really deserves it. Don’t you, peanut?”
Cuteness personified. Both Mickey and Dean. All smiles and happiness as they exited the apartment, and went down the stairs.
“Sore about the defeat?” Dean asked when you were alone, walking home hand in hand, an umbrella over your heads.
You looked at him and smiled. “Am I?”
“No, you aren’t,” he said in realization, a frown showing up on his face. “Why aren’t you?”
“Because I knew her answer. I’ve always known.”
His frown was only growing. “So what did you ask her for?”
“Cause I wanted you to know,” you replied with a smile and a small shrug. “You kinda deserved it, so…”
“You -” He smiled. He beamed at you. “What am I gonna do with you? C’mere.” He let go of your hand, and put his arm around your shoulders, moving you closer to him. His eyes closed as he kissed your temple and then he smiled again. Actual ray of sunshine, even on a rainy day.
Happy Reading! :) This is literally just porn. Not even a plot.
Word Count: 824
Dean x Reader
Voyeurism on Dean’s part
Dean knew he shouldn’t be watching you.
He had woken up at some point in the middle of the night craving something to drink. He got up, sliding on his pants so he wouldn’t be walking around in his boxers. If you weren’t staying at the bunker, he wouldn’t have cared, but he wasn’t sure where you stood. There was definitely some flirtation, both of you seeing where your feelings lied, but nothing had come out of that. You two just kept dancing the same dance, never going past meaningless flirting.
Dean tried to be quiet as he walked down the hallway, as he had to go past both yours and Sam’s rooms to get to the kitchen. Something stopped him, though. He heard noises coming from your room, soft moans and covers rustling.
At first, he wasn’t sure what he was hearing. He thought you were maybe just moving around in your sleep, or maybe having a nightmare. The door was already cracked open slightly, so he opened it more to check on you, making sure you were alright.
Imagine Stiles wanting to make your first Valentines day together perfect, but things doesn’t go exactly as planned...
“Come on…” Stiles urged on as he stood with his head into the jeep’s motor. It had just stopped out of nowhere.
“Stiles, it’s okay.” You tried from where you were standing on the side, trying to make him calm down.
“No, it’s not okay. This was supposed to be perfect, and because of this it’s all ruined.” He lifted his hand, ready to drive it into the motor, fortunately you caught his hand before he could do more harm.
“Stiles, look at me.” You squeezed his hand gently, his eyes meeting yours.
“I don’t care where we go or what we do. As long as I’m with you everything will be perfect.” You tugged on his arm, giving him a quick peck on his lips.
“Besides, what’s more perfect than your precious jeep just being himself.” You winked at him, earning a chuckle in return.
A/N: Here is my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day: Vol. 2. I can’t believe it’s been a year since the first epic day. I want all of you to tag me in your filth while I’m at work today, and I promise I will read ALL of them when I get home tonight. Please let me know what you think. Happy reading (and masturbating)!
Word Count: 3,615
Warnings: - smut. this is very graphic. - if you don’t like reading about sexual situations, abort now. - this is a threesome and can also be viewed as a polyamorous relationship between Sam, Dean, and reader. - there is no wincest in this fic. - language. - always wear a condom, kids!
Tags: (at the end)
*gifs are not mine.
The three of you were covered in mud from head to toe. This particular hunt had gone a bit south, due to the unexpected rainstorm that had decided to fuck with your mission. Dean protested the entire way home about the state his interior was currently in, constantly pestering both you and Sam to keep your boots off the floor. Although you’d accomplished what you’d sought out to do, all of you were bickering back at forth at one another like children the entire ride home.
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.
Word Count: 2k-ish
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!
Eleven missed calls.
I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.
Okay so I had a post scheduled for today, but for some reason it’s gone so here’s my sorry fic ^^
Sam x Reader, fluff and implied smut
Sam being the kind and sweet man he was had cuddled with you almost all day. You insisted on helping him cook which he finally gave in to. It was an amazing meal, not much considering neither of you had much of a clue how to cook, but it was homemade.
When finished eating, you went to go and have a warm bath- he was adamant you did so. Yesterday was a rough hunt so you both were grateful for a lazy day, especially since Dean was out the house on a Hunt with Mary. Things had worked out perfectly.
After having a long and relaxing bathe, you put on some more comfy clothes and left the bathroom. Sam was on your bed, reading a book, already in his pjs. “Hey gorgeous.” He smiled, moving up slightly. You crawled on, leaning against him, his hand arm instantly snaking round your back.
“Thank you, Sam.” You smiled up at him, immensely grateful to have such an amazing boyfriend. He chuckled, “You’re welcome. Thank you for helping me cook.” “I wasn’t gonna let you slave away the whole day.” You giggled. “Yeah you’e not one for sitting back and watching are you.” He smirked, squeezing you against his chest.
“I love you, Y/N. So much.” He declared, pressing his forehead against yours. You pressed a kiss to his lips “I love you too, Sam….This was perfect, honestly.”
“We didn’t even go on a date.” He looked down, as though having let you down. “Hey, look at me.” You ordered “I don’t care. Besides, can you imagine me actually wearing a dress? I don’t think so.” He chuckled “Yeah I guess not…” “I really couldn’t care less about some crummy date, Sam. I’d rather have you…and just you.” You kissed him deeply, showing just how much you meant it.
He kissed back, biting gently on your lower lip and adjusting you so you were on top of him. You both pulled away and looked into each others eyes, he smirked, looking you up and down, his eyes devouring you. Without warning, he flipped you over, now on top himself and kissed you. This time it was much more passionate and rough.
Pairing:Jughead Jones x reader Warnings: [N/A] Fandom:Riverdale
It was still a few days before Valentine’s Day but the Holiday was already on your mind. For the past few years you didn’t enjoy Valentine’s day much, mainly because it was a reminder about how cowardly you were. It was a reminder that after all this time you still hadn’t told your best friend how you felt about him. As you were thinking about this that same best friend was sitting across from you typing away at his computer.
“How’s the writing going Jug?” You asked. He gave you a thumbs up but kept his eyes on his screen. He seemed to be really focused.
You however hardly got anything done. You and Jughead both worked at the Blue and Gold. You were supposed to be writing an article for Betty but you couldn’t bring yourself to even start. Sighing you gave up and closed your laptop.
“Wonder what’s got him so focused” you thought as you examined the intense look on Jughead’s face. Curious you stood up, walked behind Jughead, and attempted to read over his shoulder. Unfortunately you only got a flash of a few words because within seconds Jughead quickly slammed his laptop shut.
“Jug?” You raised an eyebrow seeing the freaked out expression on Jughead’s face.
Why wouldn’t he want you to read what he had typed up?
“Nothing” Jughead replied quickly. To your great surprise he started to pack up his stuff.
“I have to go”.
And just like that he practically ran out the room, red in face. What was that about? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.
A Few Days Later
Valentine’s Day was finally here. It was only 9am and you had already witnessed four couples making out in the hall and another five giving each other gifts. Part of you wished you had just faked being sick and stayed home. You opened your locker glumly but to your great shock as soon as you did a piece of paper fell out. At first you thought it was just a piece of homework you had forgotten to turn in but when you opened the folded note you realized it was much more than that, it was a love note.
You went extremely red as your eyes scanned the page. It was so meaningful and written with such care. For all you knew it could have been written by a modern day Shakespeare. A few girls walking by noticed you reading the note and giggled which only made you blush even more.
“[Y/N] what’s that?”.
You turned to see Betty and Archie walking toward you.
“Er I…I think it’s a… love note” you explained voice shaking. Nothing like this has ever happened to you before. It was almost overwhelming.
“Who’s it from?” Betty asked excitedly. Archie smirked. Something about the look on his face made you feel weird. It was like he already knew…
“[Y/N] who’s it from?” Betty asked again. You blinked.
“Oh I don’t know. They didn’t sign it… it’s probably just a joke anyway. Probably Reggie being a jerk”.
Even as the words escaped your lips you knew they weren’t true. Reggie couldn’t come up with something like this. It was just too full of feeling. Deep down you knew whoever wrote this truly cared about you.
“Anyway I have to go to the Blue and Gold office. I left one of my text books there yesterday”.
With that you waved goodbye to Betty and Archie and jogged off.
Walking into the Blue and Gold office you discovered Jughead was already here.
“You’re here early” you said to him with a smile.
“Hmm what’s that?”.
You looked down and realized you were still holding the note in your hand. You went red and hesitated telling him about it for a moment.
“Ah someone sort of left a love note in my locker this morning”.
Jughead just nodded at this. You frowned. You had expected some sort of reaction but he seemed unfazed by this. If you were being completely honest you were secretly hoping he’d show signs of being jealous.
“It’s was really nice. Who ever wrote it is really good with words” you went on to say awkwardly. You swore at that moment you saw the sides of Jughead’s mouth twitch, as if he was trying to hold back a smile. The craziest idea came to your mind.
“Ah Jug. You wouldn’t happen to know who wrote this would you?”.
“What makes you say that?”.
“I don’t know… Archie seemed to know something and I guess… forget it it was a stupid thought. Like I said to Archie and Betty before it’s probably just a joke”.
Jughead frowned “[Y/N] it’s not a joke. The person who wrote cares about you a lot”.
“How do you know?”.
Jughead paused and for a long moment he didn’t answer.
“I can just tell. I can’t say I’m surprised you got a love note I mean your smart, funny…” he trailed off “you get my point”.
“Thanks Jug” you went over and grabbed your text book you had left behind the other day.
“See you later” you said to your friend and before you could convince yourself not to do it you kissed him on the cheek, in a platonic manor, then walked out the room.
Jughead went beet red at your action.
“Jesus when are you going to just tell her how you feel?” He muttered to himself once you were gone. He wasn’t much for romance but Jughead had spent a lot of time on that letter but he chickened out about actually telling you it was from him. It made him want to punch himself.
A/N: Not Valentine’s Day related at all but hey, whaddaya know, I’m on the Riverdale train and I love Jughead so here you go!
Word Count: 2328
This was not how I planned on spending my Saturday night.
It was customary to go to the Blossom mansion for the usual weekend fun, even more now that I was a Vixen than before. Her parents were a bit more lenient on the underage drinking, assuming we were coping with the discovery of Jason’s body, and we were all crowded around the living room coffee table doing everything but mourning his death. All was well until of course it was time for Seven Minutes in Heaven. I turned to hug the wall when Cheryl set her sights right on me.
She didn’t believe that I was Vixen material and was hellbent on making me prove myself ever since I made the squad. She hated me enough to keep me on the squad just so I’d be out of my element and as uncomfortable as possible, and I hated her enough to prove to her I could be just as much as a Vixen if not more than her. Our rivalry ran deep from the time we were kids to now, and I didn’t see it changing anytime soon.
“Y/N? Be a jewel and start the night’s festivities, will you?”
I gave her the same fake smile I’d grown used to giving her by this point. “Of course.” I went to the coffee table and spun the empty beer bottle to see who’d I get to spend one-on-one time with in Cheryl’s coat closet. We were having a stare down when the bottle stopped, landing between Moose and someone I never expected to be anywhere near a Cheryl Blossom party. I opened my mouth to invite Moose to the closet when Cheryl rushed to cut me off.
“Jones! Looks like it’s your lucky day,” she said with a sinister smirk. I grit my teeth and grinned, looking down at Jughead.
He sighed, his face unamused as he took the final sip of his beer before hopping up. “Lucky. That’s one word for it…” He turned and made way for the coat closet without another word, which I took as my cue to follow him.
“See you in seven minutes,” Cheryl sang behind us.
You Really Shouldn’t Have (Sherlock x reader) Valentine’s day
A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone! I know I promised to give you a fanfic spam (it’s coming alright) but I really wanted to give you this one fix on time. This represent my ideal thinking of Valentine’s day and since there ain’t even much of these (usually it’s Sherlock and him only hating on this specific day) so let’s change things up a bit? Hope you enjoy this on some level. I’m a real hater, alright. Sorry for that.
You were peacefully sitting on your boyfriend’s armchair, the black leather warmed up by your body heat, the day’s newspaper in your hands that you had found on the table. You figured no one in the house had yet to read it, it had been carelessly thrown on the table, the pages slightly of place as it had landed on the wooded furniture. It had been on top of all the other post from today so it was more important than the letters and commercial flies. You found some of the articles interesting as well, but doubted they were the reason Sherlock wanted to read the paper.
When you heard the front door open, John chatting with Sherlock you still didn’t lift your eyes from the paper. You let your eyes wonder over a review of a new restaurant just a ten minutes walk from Baker Street. That of course wasn’t what had drawn you to read.
”Good morning, (Y/n).” John chuckled and you could hear amusement through his voice. You smiled back at him over your paper wishing the same for John as you positioned yourself better on the chair, pulling your legs to you, crossing them.
Sherlock stood next to you and a pink blur came to your view. You turned your head to your left, seeing a huge bouquet of flowers of different kinds on the hand of your boyfriend. ”There.” Sherlock muttered as if he was doing something against his will, something that irked him more than anything in the world. Your gaze climbed up his hand, to meet his face. He moved the flowers closer to you, begging you to take them. You put the paper aside and took the flowers, your brows furrowed at what was going on.
”Thank you?” You more of asked. You looked at the flowers again. There were probably five different shades of pink in them, each darker and lighter than the other. ”What’s this for?” You questioned and looked at John and then Sherlock. The smile on John’s face disappeared by your statement and he looked at you in a way he did when Sherlock said something stupid. Like when he once again proved him how incapable he was of feeling empathy. Sherlock on the other hand rolled his eyes and let an exaggerated sigh like the drama queen he was.
”Even if I hate eventful days and holidays, it does not mean I don’t remember them.” He looked down on you, irritatedly. ”Did you really think I would forget Valentine’s day?” He snapped waving his hands in anger. His hairs moved when he shook his head violently, and you could hear John clear his throat, trying to signal Sherlock he was getting too far.
So that is what it was all about! You let out a long ”oooooh” in realization and laugh, ”It’s Valentine’s day!” You admit to yourself.
Now John and Sherlock were both staring at you as if you had said something wrong. They looked at each other, then their intense stare returning towards you. You got up from the couch, the rug under your bare foot warming your chilly toes. You walk to the kitchen and take one of Sherlock’s measuring glasses, big and tall enough for the bouquet and fill it with warm water.
”I totally forgot.” You laughed by yourself, then going over and giving Sherlock a kiss on the cheek. ”You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled. You started taking his coat and folding it over the backrest of a chair next to the desk behind Sherlock’s seat. ”And I mean it when I say you shouldn’t have.” You assured Sherlock, how dumbfoundedly sat on his chair.
”You forgot Valentine’s day?” John was first to talk from the two men in the room. He couldn’t come up with a girl in his mind who would forget a day as such. He could make a list of men on the other hand that never bothered to pay attention to a day dedicated to appreciating your loved ones and friends.
”I try my best.” You shrugged, standing next to Sherlock’s desk, leaning your butt against the wood to support you. ”I actually hate Valentines day.” You admitted, shamefully smiling. Sherlock looked at you over his shoulder, he was as surprised as John of finding out you were one of the rare girls who didn’t like Valentine’s day.
”You are telling me I bought those flowers for nothing? You wouldn’t had even mentioned the whole Valentine’s day if I wouldn’t have brought it up?” He was bewildered. You nodded after giving it a thought. Then your eyes opened wide. You let your eyes fix on Sherlock and hurried to ask, ”Please tell me the flowers are the only way of celebrating this awful day.”
”Of course it is. And if I would’ve known you dislike this horrible event I wouldn’t have bothered with the flowers.” He turned his head towards John again, you chuckled at your boyfriend. You were now speaking for you and John by saying, ”I honestly thought you would forget this day, or do your best not to bring it up.” You walked by, kissing the top of Sherlock’s head and said, ”I’ll go take a shower.” And you walked to the bathroom.
”You said she would like the flowers!” Sherlock snapped at John who raised his hands up in defense.
”How should’ve I known she doesn’t like Valentine’s day? Every normal girl likes Valentine’s day.” John thought for a second and then said, ”Then again I guess she isn’t normal, she is dating you for example.” Sherlock pulled his head back, slightly offended by his friend’s statement.
John took a seat across from Sherlock, leaning closer and then saying with a low voice, ”This girl is like made for you Sherlock. You have to realize that.” And that Sherlock did, even if it had come to him as a surprise just how well you two fit together, especially after the flower incident. ”And you should cancel that reservation you made at the restaurant.” John reminded.
”Yes, of course.” Sherlock agreed and took his phone out in a hurry.
an archie one shot where the reader and archie are dating for 6 months or something, but she thinks he’s cheating on her with veronica. she’s always been in the group, and in the start she likes ronnie, but when she notices some things and people starts talking about veronica and archie she gets anxious. BUT THEY AREN’T CHEATING thank you
a/n; I feel like Archie is that super caring boyfriend, but at the same time he could have a temper about certain things?
Word Count: 830
Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader
The day felt like it was never going to end as I was surrounded by people carelessly talking about my boyfriend being in a closet with Veronica Lodge. We used to pretty close considering she just moved here, but I’m starting to doubt that now, factoring in the rumors going around. I’m trying to give Archie the benefit of the doubt here, but it’s difficult because he’s been distant lately, which only strengthens the doubt in my mind.
“Hey, Juggie.” I teased when he came up next to me, his dark eyebrows shot up. “Why so glum?” His monotone voice rang through my ears as I saw Archie talking with Veronica and Betty. I looked down at my shoes, watching the dingy white laces shake with every step I took. “Ask the red head.” Is all I said, veering off towards the girls bathroom, the door swung shut behind me, echoing through the empty stalls. I glanced in the mirror, not recognizing myself through all the pain expressed on my face, how has he not noticed?
“Y/N?” Betty asked, sticking her head in, our eyes met in the mirror. I closed mine instantly, trying to force back the tears, except they didn’t go back, they came out. “What happened?” She rushed over, placing a hand on my shoulder, “did you and Archie have a fight?” Her tone was gentle as I looked up at her. A new line of tears forming at the mention of his name, my head shook at the same time that my shoulders shrugged.
Hesitantly Betty opened her mouth to say something, “he sent me in here to get you, he’s worried about you. Jug told him something, I just don’t know what it was.” She spoke softly, in her typical Betty Cooper fashion. “Veronica–she went in the closet with Archie at Cheryl’s. How do I know they didn’t do anything? Everyone says they did.” I cried out, lightly tugging on the roots of my hair. Betty shook her head, “they didn’t do anything.” She tried to explain, but I just wouldn’t have it. “I need to hear that from Archie, and he needs to mean it. Otherwise I think I’ll go insane, Betty.” I tried to be polite, but my voice came out harsher than I intended, she understood though, she didn’t seem angry with me, which was a relief.
“Y/N?” Archie breathed out as I walked by with Betty, I saw her give him a look out of the corner of my eyes as we continued out of the school. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Archie sounded upset as he followed us through the front lawn of the high school, I couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, knowing the look that was most likely on his face, I could hear it in his voice, he’s worried, hurt, anything and everything that goes with having your love upset.
“You can go, Betty.” I breathed out, once we were a fair distance from the school, much closer to Pop’s now. “I wanna talk to him.” I assured her, knowing he could hear me, since he wasn’t very subtle with his techniques in following us. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Archie practically ran over to me once Betty was gone. He reached out to touch me, knowing how easily he is able to comfort me, but not this time. I stepped out of his reach, finally meeting his eyes, which looked just as pained as I was, just from the sight of me, tear stains dried on my cheeks, without a doubt the tip of my nose was red from wiping at it so much. My eyes felt dry and puffy now, most likely looking that way too.
“What happened at Cheryl’s party?” I asked, not moving my eyes from him, his protective demeanor faltered at my words, “that’s what this is about?” He sounded a little surprised. “Did you kiss her, just like everyone is saying?” I paused, not being able to keep the words from tumbling out of my mouth, “do you even love me, arch? Because you haven’t seemed to care much about me until Jughead pointed it out to you.” I explained, dreading his answer. Instantly I could tell his protectiveness over my emotions was back.
“Of course I love you, Y/N. I wouldn’t do that to you, never, nothing happened between Veronica and I.” He stepped closer to me, I didn’t back away this time. “I was too afraid to face you after everyone had started to say those things, but when Jug told me how upset you were, I couldn’t stand not being with you.” He hesitantly cupped my cheek, the tips of his fingers touching my hair. “I’m sorry.” I breathed out, leaning forward, my forehead resting against his chest, my figure slightly slouched. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He assured me, moving his hand so his arms could both wrap around me, holding me tightly against him.