We all have this moment, when we realize we’re neck deep into a new fandom or ship or something similar. Usually, you can pinpoint the blame at one or two people, either a friend or someone you follow on social media for DRAGGING you into HELL with them!
This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s seasons of love - colors of fall challenge! And it is also the start of my very first series! Warning - updates will be a bit here and there because I am fitting this in with the prompts for each season. But plan is 4 parts (one for each season) and then a final epilogue :) Prompt for this one is thanksgiving, and it’s all in Dean’s P.O.V.
Word count: 1,490
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam
Warnings: mention of previous injury, Dean’s eyes are bigger then his stomach :’)
Sitting at the library table, Dean poured himself another whiskey and watched as Sam and Y/N had a ‘lively debate’ over what this monster they were hunting really was. It was rare to get a case less then an hour away from the bunker, and Dean had to admit he was grateful for being able to come home every night, to a decent shower and his own bed. Especially as his shoulder was still aching from where it had only just recently healed up from the stab wound he’d gotten a couple of cases ago.
“Dean!” Y/N’s voice snaps me back to the here and now, and I look to see both her and Sam staring at me.
“You still with us?” Sam asks, as Y/N pushes herself up from the table and walks over to his side.
“Yeah, just my shoulder’s still a bit sore.” With those words, Y/N’s face softens, and she kneels down beside me.
“Why didn’t you say something you div? I’m sure I’ve got some painkillers knocking about somewhere.” Her jokey tone is slightly underlined by one of guilt; after all, I’d gotten stabbed protecting her from a particularly persistent demon.
“I’m fine Y/N. Promise. But if you feel like giving me a massage, get out all the kinks, I won’t say no.” She rolls her eyes at that, as I give her a particularly lewd wink.
“I was a chef before hunting, not a masseuse. Besides, Sammy boy has a lot more strength then me, so go ask him.” Standing back up, she pinches me on the back of the neck, and when I halfheartedly moan gives it a hard poke with her nail.
“Oh my god that’s it!” she exclaims.
“What?” both me and Sam say.
Heading back to the table the case files are sprawled out over, she starts shifting through photos and pieces of paper until she finds what she was looking for.
“Take another look at the bruising patterns on the back of the victims necks.” Sam takes the photo and studies it intently, and you can see the moment the lightbulb switches on in his head.
“There’s puncture marks.”
“Yep. And given the spacing between them, my money’s on vampire.”
Summary: Tom and Zendaya are flying to London to start a tour for Europe. Jaxon,Tom’s son Facetiae’s his Aunt Zaya to show his dad something he learned.
Warnings : Cute fluff, Tom as a Dad, Reader is battling Cancer. Tom swears cause he does IRL and I do too :,)
A/N: One of my favorite series to write because I know I can’t have kids sadly so Jaxon is a dream son I would want. Little fact about me sorry lol Enjoy my loves xx
Tom was heading home from his us tour tonight and heading to London for the first part of their Europe tour. You knew he was going to be wide awake now and jet lagged when he gets home the next day. The time zone he was in was much later in the day. In London it was an odd sunny day,still cold enough to wear a long sleeve.It was better than living somewhere hot.
“I guess I’ll tend to the roses” I muttered getting up from the couch Tessa and I were laying on. She got up as well at my sudden movement. Jumping off the couch she padded along beside me.
“C’mon Love, let’s make sure they look nice for when Daddy gets home” I smile rubbing her soft head. She barks happily running out the door once I open it. Closing the screen so the bugs don’t get in. The small sun rays felt good against your skin. Your body chilled from your medication you were taking. Your bald head was wrapped in a bandanna.
“Mumma! Aunt Zaya is on the phone, she says she misses me”Jaxon smiles holding the phone to his ear. You laugh as he attempts holding your Iphone 7 plus to his ear. He calls her Aunt Zaya cause it’s easier to say than Godmom Zaya.
Note: So this is a bit shitty, my apologies. But this is just kind of an introduction to their relationship and gives you a bit of an idea what this series is about. It will get much better, I promise!
You laid on Sam’s bed -across his legs actually- and heaved a big sigh, making Sam look down at you.
“What is it?” He asked, a small smile finding it’s way to his lips.
“I’m completely, utterly, absolutely, horribly, very, terribly, awfu-“ You started, Sam’s loud laugh cutting you off.
“Just come out with it!” He urged.
“I’m bored.” You pouted.
Sam rolled his eyes, still smiling.
“Why don’t we go do something? Let’s go dancing tonight?” He suggested.
You visibly cringed, shaking your head and putting a hand up.
This will be a DeanxReader mini series based off a poem that I wrote a few years back. I’ve written a short chapter to go with each stanza, around 1K each, four in total.
Your story with Dean begins on the brink of your own darkness. You’ve accepted your new reality, surprised when Dean’s comfort offers glimmers of light that spark a hope for more in your chest. It may not be as predictable as the ground you’ve come to stand on, but you’re willing to risk everything. Because maybe there is more for you than what you see in yourself.
Tags are open for this series, and if you’re one of my Forever Lovelies or Dean tags, you’re already on the list ;) I’m very much looking forward to sharing this with you guys! First chapter will be posted mid-August.