Love It

Love it, amazing fic

You don’t even take history.

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader, Sam, John (mentioned in passing)

Word count : 2,069

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​​

Square : Pushed into them.

Warnings : Highschool, Bullies, lies, shy awkward Dean, happy ending.

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“Hey, Dean!”

You were walking down the hall and glanced up in time to see Dean Winchester turn towards the voice that came from behind you as his hand pushed his locker door shut. At that same moment, someone else’s hand hit your back and shoved your forward.

“You like to eat bacon right?” the voices laughed as your body slammed against his, mocking oinks ringing out around you.

His hands came up to your shoulders, righting you back on your feet and holding you a bit away from him. “S-Sorry.” you muttered in embarrassment, bringing your books up to your chest to have some kind of a barrier between you and all of them, and then you rushed past them, tears stinging your eyes.

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Castiel

“my baby boy” i whisper to a screencap of a forty year old man

season 14 episode 15

Why?!

The tapping of heels on the concrete floor garnered the attention of every soldier in a fifty-foot radius, half stepping out of the way in fear, the other half respect. Alejandro looked up when Rudy nudged him in the side and nodded the way the sound was coming, and his expression fell with an, “Aye mierda.”

Ghost and Soap turned around to see what had shaken the Colonel so badly, only to come face to face with a young woman dressed rather elegantly for such a rough base. She rounded the table, a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “Alejandro, mi amor mejor.”

He smiled back at her, but his was fearful. “Mi alma. Lo siento, I forgot—”

She raised a hand and he fell silent, pursing his lips as she tipped her head to the side and inquired, “How many years have we been married, Alejandro?”

“Going on five,” he replied, a tone of pride in his voice even at the apprehension on his face.

“And in those going on five years, what is the only request that I have made of you?”

Alejandro swallowed thickly, shifting on his feet. “That I text you before five, so you know whether to leave dinner on the table or not.”

She nodded, making an exaggerated gesture of showing him her watch. “What time is it, mi amor?”

He looked at the screen, muttering, “Siete y media.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “A little past five, isn’t it, Colonel Vargas?”

“Mi alma,” he hurriedly started. “Lo siento mucho. Me olvidé completamente del tiempo. Se escapó de mí. Estamos en una misión importante aquí. Esos dos tipos allí son Soap y Ghost de un grupo de trabajo. Me están ayudando con una misión. Alma mía, lo siento mucho, por favor perdóname.” His long-winded speech ended and he took her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “Mi alma, I’m sorry.”

She made a noise but nodded. “I guess I can forgive you since you used your friends as an excuse.” Lifting her other hand, she held a lunchbox. “Supongo que deberías tener suerte de que te amo más que nada.”

Alejandro took the lunchbox from her, wrapping the same arm around her waist as he pulled her in and kissed her hard. “Me tratas como a un rey, mi alma. Qué haría sin ti?”

This time, she grunted at him. “Starving to death or dead in a ditch. Probably in that order.” She pulled away and flicked him in the forehead. “The next time you miss texting me, I’m going to plant my foot in your ass, okay dear?”

He chuckled and kissed her temple. “Sí señora Vargas, Entiendo.”

She pulled away and walked back around the table, standing in front of Soap and Ghost; eyeing them up and down she hummed and looked at Alejandro. “Invite them for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“Pero, mi alma—”

“I told you what I told you, Alejandro. Figure it out.” She waved it off as she left, the sound of heels clicking along the concrete floor.

Soap grinned like a madman and looked at Alejandro. “Hermano, why didn’t you tell us you were so whipped for a drop-dead gorgeous woman.”

The Colonel scowled at him and warned, “Esa mi esposa, verga.”

Scott Caan admitting he'd like to see Steve and Danny have a relationship

Oooh! I got another one! Dean x Reader: "Ice cream and tattoos? Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!" (it's suppose to be funny idk made me laugh lol)

“Pleaseeeeee.” You pouted.

“No.” He grumbled, not looking up from his tablet.

“Come on, Dean. You loved it and you know it.”

“Ice cream and tattoos?” He looked up and you nodded with an innocent smile. “Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!”

“Well this time, I won’t let you have 5 spiked pumpkin pie flavors, or let you add your own extra ‘topping’“ You used hand quotes and shot him a glare.

He sat back in the chair, losing interest. “No.” You gave him a pout, and your best puppy dog eyes. “Ain’t gonna work, sweetheart. I grew up with him, remember.” He motioned to Sam across the table, nose in a book. “He invented that look.”

“I’ll let you choose my tattoo…” You sing songed, and his interest was peaked again.

“Anything I want?”

You nodded. “No complaints, and no covering it up. You can even blindfold me and pick where it goes.”

He mulled it over for a minute, but you knew you had him. “Done.”

“But.”

“Fuck..” He mumbled, slumping into the chair again.

“I get to chose yours.” He shot you a look. “Hey, have I ever gotten a bad tattoo?” You motioned to yourself.

“No.” He sighed. “Alright, get your damn shoes on.”

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Love it, tanks i really needed it

Because I Want To

Word Count: ~1,200

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Depression, negative self-image, sadness, few bad words?

Summary: You can’t help but feel like a burden.

A/N: Hello, a break in my series posting to give y’all a comfort one shot. I am currently in a depressive episode so this is how I am coping with some of those feelings. Much love, Sarah.

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