Impala mugs. “Got Salt?” T-shirts. Supernatural posters as tall as Sam.
You were at a convention about your life, unnervingly accurate copies of you and the boys everywhere you looked, and nothing had ever freaked you out more. Though watching Sam and Dean squirm might just be worth powering through any potential embarrassment suffered on your part.
You pried your eyes away from the dumbfounded Winchesters when a squeaky-voiced girl appeared in front of you.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Your costumes are amazing, you guys look just like them!” You took a step back from the flannel-clad girl, watching as she walked up to the younger Winchester with an awe-struck look on her face. “He’s even the right height to be Sam!”
The shaggy-haired hunter scrunched up his face, clearly at a loss for words, though the girl seemed to get tired of him quickly enough and promptly turned her attention on you.
“And you guys make an awesome Dean and Y/N!” She clasped her hands in front of her chest, a wide grin spreading across her face. Then she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. “I ship you two together, you know.”
If you’d had a drink you would have spit it out. Dean simply looked confused.
“You what us?” he asked, screwing up his face in confusion.
“I ship you!” she said excitedly. “You know, like a relationship? I think Y/N and Dean are just perfect for each other. And I know they both feel the same way, they just need to get over themselves and accept how they really feel!”
This time Dean understood her perfectly, if his mouth hanging open and the light flush spreading over his cheeks was any indication. You cast an exploratory look in his direction, smiling nervously at the eldest Winchester.
“Come on,” he said as he grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the girl and his brother. “I think we have some things to talk about.
You happily let him lead you away, out to the parking lot and to his beloved Impala.
Maybe these conventions weren’t so bad after all.
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Summary: The reader attends karaoke and finally meets some of Rob’s friends. Some important information is shared with her, but how will she react? Honestly, the reader is a bit frustrating… why can’t she stop freaking out?!
Note: For the
sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and
making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter
and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own
lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s
own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!
The song used in this part is called “Tin Man” by
Sorry if this chapter seems rushed, I don’t want the reader to admit her true feelings just yet! I also found it difficult to write multiple characters at once, but they’ll be back!
*Another unrelated GIF, because I love their faces.*
You searched through your carry on once you got back to your
room. Once you found your notebook, you tossed it onto the bed and grabbed your
guitar from the case on the dresser, finding your pick and placing it between
your teeth. You sat on the bed, guitar in hand, and situated yourself in the
middle until you were comfortable. Thumbing through the pages of your notebook
that you had nearly filled during your flight to Nashville, you stopped when
you found what you were really looking for. You took the pick from your mouth
and began to tune your guitar, the old thing still sounding as sweet as the day
your grandpa brought her home to you.
When you were satisfied, you began to strum, playing the
tune that you had playing in your head since you arrived in Nashville. You
found your rhythm, and began to softly sing the lyrics that you had written on
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
You don’t know how lucky you are
You shouldn’t spend your whole life wishin’
For something bound to fall apart
Every time you’re feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
If you ever felt one breakin’
You’d never want a heart
You hummed the melody, thinking hard about the words that
would come next. Sometimes, the songs didn’t finish themselves until you had
finally found the music for them to go with.
Some time had passed, you working tirelessly over the same
song; perfecting the tune and the lyrics. When your hands began to ache, you
put your guitar down and stretched, realizing that you must have been in
sitting in the same position for a while. You looked at your phone and saw that
you had spent most of the afternoon playing and writing. You let out a yawn and
your stomach grumbled, the granola bar that you had picked up from the hotel
gift shop after leaving the convention hadn’t kept you full obviously. You
decided that you needed real food. You often did this. Most times that you got
into songwriting mode, you forgot to eat or drink… sometimes sleep. You figured
you’d make your way to the bathroom to freshen up before venturing out for
sustenance, you could feel your eyes still burning from the tears that you had
allowed yourself to cry as you sang the song. You were sure your face was puffy
and red, and you weren’t about to let anyone see you like that. You threw your
feet over the side of the bed and was about to stand up when your eye caught
the convention program on the nightstand next to the bed. You bit your lip and
hesitantly picked it up, thumbing through until you found the events for the
day. You must not have been paying much attention earlier when you looked
through it, because right there, at the end of the day’s list of events, was
the announcement for karaoke. You smiled to yourself, remembering Rob’s
insistence on you attending.
“Cuddle the shit out of you” Bucky x Avenger!Reader
Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader (YAY)
Requested: “Anonymous said: Can I ask for a buckyxreader request? like she’s back from a mission really injured but she doesn’t want to sleep alone and she’s like a werewoman or something! Fluff maybe? Thankyou!!!!!!!”
a/n: Changed things a bit… hope you liked anyways. Also I’m sorry if there are any errors and stuff.
Word count: 787 (yeah it’s short but is this just the first part?! I don’t know yet)
Warnings: Languageeee (is that even a warning?!) ||I don’t own Bucky Barnes or any of the avengers. They belong to Marvel.||
You had to admit that it was a difficult mission and you were really tired, all that you wanna do was take a shower and get some sleep. Being part of the Avengers sometimes means the lack of sleep and getting hurt all the time. But you were a shapeshifter, you can handle it. At least that’s what you told yourself.
“Are you sleeping’ at Bucky’s Y/N?” Steve asked to you while getting into the elevator.
“I think so… I really don’t know yet Cap.”
The blonde Captain smiled at you, he was happy that his friend was comfortable enough around you like to let you sleep with him or vice versa. You and Bucky became friends right away once you became part of the Avengers, and you two started to share a bed one time that Bucky terror screams woke you up:
You were in your bare feet while walking to the elevator, it was Bucky who were screaming so you didn’t have to think twice. Once the elevator doors opened in his floor you walked towards his room, with a few knocks on his door he let you in.
“You okay Buck? I heard you from my room…”
“Y/N?” he asked looking at you in the dark.
“Yeah. It’s everything okay?”
“Nightmares…” You could feel that he didn’t feel like talking so you just went to his bed and sat beside him. You took his flesh-hand into yours and started to draw small circles on his skin.
You didn’t asked anything else, and he didn’t said a word. Bucky just fell asleep again, but this time with you by his side.
Friday’s voice told you that you were in your floor, and just when you were about to leave the metallic box Steve let out a laugh.
“What’s so funny Captain?”
“Whatever you’re planning to do… you better take a shower. You smell really bad… like a wet dog.”
“Shut the fuck up Steve. You’re not smelling better than I am. Goodnight.”
You heard a “Language Y/N!” while the doors closed.
“Like a wet dog. Bastard” You said to yourself. It wasn’t weird that the Avengers were making jokes about you being a dog… actually a Wolf, or any other animal. But “like a wet dog” was something that Bucky used to say to you.
And once again Bucky were in your mind.
After a hot shower to clean all the blood and sweat and everything you looked at the mirror. It was bad, you had a few knife cuts and another marks in your back. And they were hurting like hell. You need to clean them up right know or tomorrow they would be much worse. So you put on a big “Supernatural” t-shirt and went to the clinical wing. Bruce wasn’t there to patch you up so you’ll had to do it for yourself.
“That’s a pretty nasty scar you got there doll.” You felt a smile appearing in your lips.
“And I have to clean it before it can get even nastier.” He let out a laugh. You knew he’ll help you.
“Steve told me you were pretty bad injured… So I figured out you’ll be here before my room.” You meet Bucky’s eyes and raised an eyebrow.
“Nightmares again?” You had a concerned look. It’s been a rough week for him. He started to clean up the wound in your back.
“Nah, I just heard that it was a difficult mission and maybe the little wolf wanted to cuddle.”
That made you laugh, out loud. Steve told him that you transformed into a wolf for the mission, for sure.
“Don’t you dare to get all cocky with me Barnes.”
“I’m not being cocky, just being honest.”
“You’re the worst.”
“The worst but now your nasty scar is clean. So tell me I was wrong? Or you want to cuddle?”
It was awful that he knew you so well. It was most likely that whenever you or him return from a difficult mission the other will be there to cuddle. He liked to say that he was able to “cuddle the shit out of you”. And that was exactly what you needed right now. You nodded at him and let out a sweet smile.
“I knew it wolf” you rolled your eyes.
Once the two of you were in his bed he wrapped his metallic arm around your waist and his human one in your hand just like the first time he fell asleep with you.
“Did you know that wolves are my favorite animals in the whole…”
“Shut up Bucky”
Bucky laughed and kissed the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine. That was new.
AN: WAS IT GOOD? WAS IT BAD? OH MY GO TO MY ASK AND TELL MEEEEEEEEE. So this is like my first time writting Bucky and yes he’s my fave but I don’t know never wrote him before (?
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To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.
A/N: Most of you are probably too young to know “Sometimes Love Just Aint Enough” by Patty Smyth and Don Henley. Give it a listen. It’s a great song. My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, @oriona75
Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Cliff, Emily (OC) other Supernatural cast and crew
“Jared doesn’t think I’m a problem! He LOVES me!” I yelled down the hall at Nikki’s swiftly retreating back.
He pulled me into the room and quickly shut the door. “Just how much did you have to drink tonight, Y/N?” He asked.
I stared up at him. “I’m not drunk if that’s what your asking. I have a nice buzz but I’m aware of what’s going on.”
He grinned that gorgeous dimpled grin at me. “Good. I just wanted to make sure your going to remember this in the morning.” When Jared reached out a hand to pull me toward him I danced away. “What’s with the wig?”
“I was disguising myself so no one would recognize me and Nikki and I could just have fun.” I peeled off the blond wig and the glasses and dropped them on the floor. I climbed on to Jared’s huge bed and sat cross-legged on it.
“It’s hot in here.” I murmured, peeling off the Supernatural t-shirt I had purchased in the vendor room and throwing it across the room, leaving me clad in just my black satin bra. Jared’s eyes grew hot as he took me in.
I crawled to the edge of the bed and looked up at him, my eyes dark with lust. “Come here.” I whispered.
It’s SO good to see Team Free Will starting to come back together! I wanted to do something with these three designs, they were the first three designs I made for Supernatural back when I was first getting into the show and they really helped me to establish my style of combining my illustrative roots and typography. They’ll always have a special place in my heart, and if you’re anything like me you can’t stand to see the team apart!
So I’m introducing the original Unicorn Empire Supernatural T-Shirt Trio now available as a set! You can now get a great deal on these three classic shirts and save on shipping to boot - Happy Hunting!
Unicorn Empire has grown so much in the last year that we’re practically bursting at the seams. We have so many new ideas and new things we want to make, but in order to do that we need to clear up some space in our workshop. That means several of our designs are going into retirement.
This is your last chance to get these three Supernatural t-shirts.
Imagine bringing Dean snacks while he works on the Impala
Dean hovered under the hood of the Impala, sweat beading on his forehead, darkening the upper part of his t-shirt that clung to him, his thick arms, broad shoulders, wide chest. You stood in the doorway unannounced, clutching the tray in your hands, but you put off approaching him until you had enough time to drink him in fully. Nearly a full minute passed before you started moving, and Dean didn’t notice you until you were nearly right beside him. He turned to see you standing there, a tray with two cups of freshly squeezed lemonade and some little sandwiches you’d cut into wedges.
The boys had both been working all day, separately, Dean on the car, Sam on research for the next case. You’d visited Sam earlier, and although he was happy to have company join him on his break, it wasn’t long before he voiced his need to get back to work. You’d left, completely understanding of his concern, and went back into the kitchen to make Dean’s food, which was a little different than Sam’s salad, or “rabbit food” as Dean prefered to call it. No, Dean liked his meat more than anything, which was why your sandwiches had three kinds of meat on them, among other things.
Dean look up at you, then back down at the tray, and then back up at you. You laughed. “Go on, take one – Or all of them, okay…” Dean held all the sandwiches in his hands at once, minus the one he’d stuffed in his mouth without thinking. He looked down at his hands a little guiltily.
“Oh. You want one?” He’d said that with a full mouth, barely understandable at all, holding his sandwiches out to you in offering. Had you not heard him talk that way before, an embarrassing number of times, you wouldn’t have been able to pick up on what he’d said. You shook your head, trying extremely hard to not laugh at him, but a snort left your mouth without your control. “What? What’s so funny?”
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Simon is really into middle of the night (or day) ‘deep’ conversations. Raphael is not.
‘Do you think that in one hundred years you’ll feel like you’re 170, or will you still feel 15?’
‘Do you regret not growing older? Like, maybe even just a little bit older? Say, about 20? 20 seems like a pretty good age. Maybe 25.’
‘Do you think once you reach a certain point you just stop counting? Or do you reckon Magnus actually knows his exact age down to the year?’
‘Dios, Lewis, go to sleep.’
And on the subject of ages, Simon likes to tease Raphael because Simon is physically older (and taller) than Raphael.
Although not all that interested in any of it himself, Raphael secretly loves it when Simon goes all nerdy, because you can see how passionate he is about it. It’s been a long time since Raphael felt passion for anything like that.
Raphael pretends to still be a miserable little shit around Simon even though Simon actually makes him happy. That’s okay though, because they just like pretend-insulting each other anyway.
Simon has a Supernatural T-shirt with a picture of Castiel and Crowley on the front with the slogan ‘Heaven sent, Hell bound’ which he likes to wear because it reminds him of Raphael without having to justify/explain it to anyone.
Simon still struggles to say the word ‘God’ in English, but every now and then he’ll say ‘Dios’ and not even notice he’s said it.