✩Part Time Soulmate. Full Time Problem✩

Moz ✩ Hypochondriac ✩ Lover of Lies ✩ Overachiever ✩I like to tell stories sometimes.

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Stories Galore...

(up-to-date as of 2.8.23)

Hiya! Welcome to my masterlist. Here you will find all of the fics I have posted onto my writing blog. All fics will be separated by pairing and then cross-referenced in chronological order. Hope you enjoy what you find!

Feel free to drop me a line! Enjoy!

** indicates that the story contains smut smut smut!

This Must Be My Dream (This is still incomplete, a WIP, if you will) Story title borrowed from The 1975′s song of the same name Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 While on a routine hunt Sam and Dean run into an old family friend they haven’t seen in years. Dean hopes to not get her involved in whatever supernatural craziness they’re dealing with but she may be at the heart of it all. Can Sam and Dean handle the monster lurking in town, or did they accidentally just find a whole new issue to deal with? 

Tender, Loving, Care**This is mostly porn without a super, well developed plot. Dean gets hurt on a hunt and after being patched up by a friend he realizes that he wants so much more from her than medical care.

Follow-through** Story title borrowed from Gavin Degraw’s song of the same nameOnce again, this is porn with the faintest hint of plot. The reader has had feelings for Dean for years but she never really bothered mentioning it until a bad hunt and a night of drowning their sorrows in liquor. Dean wants to makes her feel at ease about her feelings but this causes even more problems. 

Marvin’s Room **(MOC!Dean) Story title and inspiration borrowed from Drake’s song of the same nameSo, Dean is having his last hurrah before the mark of Cain takes over and he loses all control of himself and his senses. While on a solo hunt he chooses to drunk dial an old flame and lots of dirty dirty things ensue. Also angst because I’m a horrible person.

Hold On, We’re Going Home (Marvin’s Room Pt. II)**(Demon!Dean) Story title and inspiration borrowed from Drake’s song of the same name   This is basically part II of Marvin’s Room. After Dean dies and comes comes back as a demon, he doesn’t know why but he’s drawn to the home of his old flame. Dirty dirty reuniting comes into play. 

Come Thru (Marvin’s Room Pt. III)(Curing Demon!Dean) Story title and inspiration borrowed from Drake’s song of the same name  Dean’s died, came back as a Dean, slept with the love of his old life while in demon form, and now Sam and the reader are on a mission to cure him. It’s a lot of Dean being angry and mean and a lot of the reader wishing he wasn’t 

Take Care (Marvin’s Room Pt. IV) - Final Part**Story title and inspiration borrowed from Drake’s song of the same name   t’s a year into the future. Dean’s gotten the Mark of Cain off of him but things have gotten so much worse. He’s released the Darkness, he and Sam can’t seem to track down Amara, and he’s lost a friend along the way. All Dean wants in all the world is to see the reader again. Whether it’s for comfort or ask the burning question of why disappeared he’s not sure. But he wants. That much he’s sure of. 

I’ve Got You…All Night**(Virgin!Reader) Song title borrowed from the lyrics Bruno Mar’s song Our First TimeMore porn without a well-developed plot. The reader and Dean are friendly hunters. When a vamp hunt gets out of hand and the reader gets hurt Dean stitches her up and learns that maybe innocent and pure are not the best words used to describe her. 

I’ll Be Alright Without You**(Past!Dean x Reader x End!Verse Dean) Song title and inspiration borrowed from Journey’s song of the same nameIt’s the end…Dean is trying to save the world and take down Lucifer at the same time. He has the reader by his side but as time has gone by it’s become painfully clear that she’s not the girl she used to be. When she stumbles into Dean’s cabin one day only to find two Deans it becomes clear that what’s changed isn’t the man, but rather her. Seeing her Dean makes her miss the past and helps her realize that End!Verse Dean isn’t the man she once thought he was but she’ll be alright without him. 

I Don’t Trust Myself** (mild smut, no completion) (Dean x Monster!Reader) Song title borrowed from John Mayer’s song of the same name The reader was just your run-of-the-mill average girl until one day she wakes up to a pain in her head and an ability to see things no one person should. Unsure of what to do with the ability she leaves her life behind; chooses solitude instead. Until one day she meets a guy who gives her a new idea. She begins to use her power for something else, something dark but necessary and she’s okay with the life she’s living (full of violence.) But of course this life only works until you meet a Winchester. 

Holding Back the Years (Season 1 - Alone and Terrified)** Series main title borrow from Simply Red’s song of the same namePorn with the faintest bit of plot (This is just filth guys, honestly, just smut and angst masquerading as something more.). The only thing worse than being friends with Dean is probably being the girl who he uses to relieve stress. But what about when you’re both? Then what? This is what it’s like to be the girl Dean always comes running back to. 

Foolish Heart (Part two of I’ll Be Alright Without You)** Song title and inspiration borrowed from Steve Perry’s song of the same nameAfter Dean is ripped back to 2009, he realizes that if he’s ever gonna make it through this battle with angels and Lucifer he’s gonna have to let his best friend and confidant know that the feelings she’s harboring for him are mutual. A smutty uniting for the greater good of sorts. 

Holding Back the Years (Season 3 - What else does she have to lose?)**(Part 2 of 3)After years of not seeing each other, Dean reappears in the reader’s life. Just as handsome as ever, but with a bad attitude and a chip on his shoulder that can only be removed by death. The reader doesn’t know it yet, but Dean’s keeping more than just one secret. 

Man of the HouseBased on the Keith Urban song Man of the House The reader is an old flame of Dean’s and though their lives have changed over the years, she always calls Dean back to her whenever he’s making his way through town. 

Celebrate Me Home (Holiday!AU Dean x Reader) (Link re-directs to masterpost)

When y/n was a little girl her mom used to tell her that if you wanted to make God laugh all you had to do was show him your plans. At the time she couldn’t decide if that made God cruel or her mother naive but she knew that one thing was for sure, nothing would come between her and her plans.

In hindsight, she supposes that was the first mistake she made; questioning the powers that be. The second mistake was falling in love with a man who held the emotional depth and kindness of a wading pool.

Everything she knows and loves is falling apart around her and Y/n can’t run away quick enough now. She needs to get out, needs to start over, needs to get away from her family and the life she so expertly cultivated. But how far can she run before something new catches hold of her, something she never knew, something she never felt.

What happens when Y/n runs straight into a man who may be so perfect it’s hard to believe he’s real. Dean’s not like all the others. Whether it’s his kindness, his brilliance, the sweet affection he dotes on his daughter, or the fire that burns behind the lens of his glasses, she’s intrigued…and terrified.

Y/n’s not sure if it’s the time of the year or the quaint size of Pine Tree, Vermont,  but something is keeping her in this town and it’s either for the best thing to ever happen to her or the worst.

Only time will tell.

5-Minute Drabbles

Follow Through (this is an excerpt from the larger fic found above)

Velvet Tongue, So Sweet**(EndVerse!Cas) Song title borrowed from the lyrics of Wild Nothing’s song ParadiseSo, the reader works at Camp Chitaqua and Cas maybe has a thing for her, but he’s not sure if he’s really into her of if he just wants to sow as many wild oats as possible along the way. Either way, the reader is cool with it because the new mortal Cas is just what she’s into. 

500 Followers Celebration Drabble Requests

#48 “The silk felt cool against her eyes”(Dean x Reader)

#27 & #44  "The air crackled with electricity and her heart pounded, so heavy she could feel it in her throat.“ & “This had gotten way, way, way out of hand” (Dean x Reader)

#10 & #12 “Will you just shut up for one fucking second” and “I just don’t know what I’d do if…” (Sam x Reader)

#9 “She scratched at her legs, arms, stomach, unable to control herself.”(Sam x Reader)

#33 “Two bananas and he had indigestion.” (Dean x Reader)

#19 & #21 “She liked to walk around in her towel for hours after her shower, the droplets of water on her skin slowly drying.” & “It doesn’t take him long. 43 seconds to be exact, but who’s counting. He is. He’s counting.”  (John x Reader)

#50  “Hey… Hey… turn the light on…” (John x Reader)

#2 “He looked at her, spinning in the kitchen, lost in her own world.” (Dean x Reader)

#7 & 27 “She looked down at the floor, shining with shattered glass.” & “The air crackled with electricity and her heart pounded, so heavy she could feel it in her throat. (Dean x Reader)

#8 “And so, here he was, dressed like an asshole. (Dean x Reader)

#6 “Close your eyes, it’s not ready yet.” (Dean x Reader)

#38 “Why was she looking at him? Why was she ALWAYS looking at him?” (Dean x Reader)

600 Followers Mini-celebration Drabble Requests

#11 “A wedding?” (College!AU) (Dean x Reader)

#18 “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.” (Dean x Reader)

#25 “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.” (Sam x Reader)

#28 “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” (Dean x Reader)

#31 “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.” (Dean x Reader)

#34 “Those things you said yesterday…Did you mean them?” (Dean x Reader)

#38 “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?  (Dean x Reader)

Feel Better Drabbles - Marvel Cinematic Universe and Supernatural 

"Zero fucks given. Next please." (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

"How about you make me?"  (Sam x Reader)

“Fuck Off...I mean it”  (Dean x Reader)

“Do it...I dare you” (Dean x Reader)

 “You’re what?”  (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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Celebrate Me Home Masterlist

A Dean Winchester Holiday//Daddy//Bookstore!AU (synopsis)

Part 1 - The One Where the Reader Gets Lost (Posted November 1st)

Part 2 -  The One Where Sam Opens a Can of Worms (*November 9th)

Part 3 - The One Where Dean Has an Accident (*November 20th)

Part 4 - The One Where Meg is an Ass (*November 29th)

Part 5 - The One Where Cas States the Obvious (*December 4th)

Part 6 - The One Where Maggie Mae Assaults her Teacher (*December 10th)

Part 7 - The One With Dean and his Girls (*December 26th)

Part 8 - The One With the Note (*January 15th)

Part 9 - The One With All the Catharsis (*January 28th)

Epilogue - The One Where The Ball Drops (TBD)

Celebrate Me Home Timestamps

Getting to know Sam Winchester

The Morning after the big night

Maggie Mae ease Dean’s worries

Maggie Mae’s first day of school

Keep reading

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I’m sorry…are you telling me this thing is 9 years old?!

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stay ── .✦

requested! thank you. ♡ content: breakup aftermath, regret and guilt, angst with romantic resolution

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You’d always known Pedro was a people person.

He was warmth in human form. He touched when he talked, he laughed with his whole chest, and he had this way of making everyone feel like the only person in the room. You fell for it. And then, over time… you fell apart because of it.

What once felt like charm eventually chipped away at your sanity. The way he’d wrap his arm around a coworker’s waist, linger in someone else’s ear when you were right there. You’d told him, once, twice, three times — “I know you don’t mean anything by it, but it hurts me.”

And still, nothing changed. Or if it did, it didn’t last.

So you did what you never thought you’d have to: you walked away.

And it broke your heart.

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks of silence and aching and trying to convince yourself that you did the right thing. Three weeks of fighting the urge to call him. Three weeks of imagining this exact moment — him at your door.

You never expected it would actually happen.

But now it has.

There he is. Pedro. On your porch. Drenched in rain like a scene out of some old romantic film, holding a crushed bouquet in one hand, a paper bag in the other, and your favorite candy peeking out from his coat pocket. His hair’s wet. His glasses foggy. And his eyes?

His eyes are wrecked.

You just stare. Frozen in the doorway. Wearing a hoodie that doesn’t belong to him. Not speaking.

“Hi,” he says, voice soft and shaking. “I… I didn’t know where else to go.”

You exhale through your nose. “It’s late.”

“I know. I just—I’ve been walking around the block for like an hour trying to work up the nerve to knock.”

“You look like shit.”

He laughs. One miserable, breathless sound. “Yeah. I feel worse.”

You step aside without a word. He doesn’t ask questions, just walks in like muscle memory, like his body remembers this space even if his heart’s not allowed to anymore.

He sets the flowers on the kitchen counter. They’re a little wilted. You hate how much you still love them.

“I brought the things you like,” he says, holding up the paper bag. “The little peach tea bottles you always hoard, the lip balm you can never find, the sour candy you pretend to hate—”

“Pedro,” you cut in gently.

He looks at you. Really looks. Like a man who hasn’t seen sunlight in days.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice cracking. “I should’ve listened. I should’ve changed. And I didn’t. Not because I didn’t care — but because I was stupid. And cocky. And I thought… she knows I love her, so it’s fine.”

You stay quiet.

He keeps going. “But it wasn’t fine. You told me you were hurting and I ignored it. I thought I was being harmless, that it was just my personality, but you needed me to see you. And I didn’t.”

Your lip trembles. You hate that he’s right. You hate that he finally gets it now that everything’s broken.

Pedro steps closer.

“I miss you. Every day. Every night. Every version of you — angry, soft, sleepy, wild. I miss your little notes on the fridge and the way you whisper ‘come here’ when you want me close. I miss you stealing my socks. I miss your skin.”

You inhale sharply.

“I fucked up. And I don’t deserve another chance. But I’m here begging for one anyway.”

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out something small — it’s that dumb little pressed flower you two found on a hike months ago. The one you kept between pages in your book. He laminated it.

“I want to be better for you,” he says, eyes shining. “And I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll show up every day if I have to. I’ll re-learn how to love you in the language you need.”

Your walls begin to crumble.

And he sees it. God, he sees it — the tremor in your chin, the shimmer in your lashes. One tear escapes. He takes a shaky breath.

“I didn’t just lose my girlfriend,” he says softly. “I lost my best friend.”

You walk toward him slowly.

He doesn’t move, just lets you close the gap, lets you look up at him with the saddest smile. And when your fingers reach out to touch his cheek, he leans into it like he’s starving.

“I needed to hear this,” you whisper. “Weeks ago.”

“I know,” he breathes. “I know, baby. And I’m sorry.”

You press your forehead to his. Both of you silent, suspended in this strange moment between past and possibility.

He closes his eyes.

“Can I stay?” he asks, voice barely a whisper.

You nod. “Just for tonight.”

He exhales, shaking. A single tear falls down his cheek. Your thumb catches it.

“I’ll earn tomorrow,” he says. “And every one after.”

✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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How has it been 8 years?? Feels like hardly any time has passed since I first read it

I’m saying! It feels like just yesterday I was trying to plot out the story and now…almost a decade has passed. Like, wtf?!? I sure do miss writing though, that’s for sure. Haven’t done a thing since my mom passed. Really wanna get back into it.

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Celebrate Me Home Masterlist

A Dean Winchester Holiday//Daddy//Bookstore!AU (synopsis)

Part 1 - The One Where the Reader Gets Lost (Posted November 1st)

Part 2 -  The One Where Sam Opens a Can of Worms (*November 9th)

Part 3 - The One Where Dean Has an Accident (*November 20th)

Part 4 - The One Where Meg is an Ass (*November 29th)

Part 5 - The One Where Cas States the Obvious (*December 4th)

Part 6 - The One Where Maggie Mae Assaults her Teacher (*December 10th)

Part 7 - The One With Dean and his Girls (*December 26th)

Part 8 - The One With the Note (*January 15th)

Part 9 - The One With All the Catharsis (*January 28th)

Epilogue - The One Where The Ball Drops (TBD)

Celebrate Me Home Timestamps

Getting to know Sam Winchester

The Morning after the big night

Maggie Mae ease Dean’s worries

Maggie Mae’s first day of school

Keep reading

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It’s that time of year again when I tell people to read this!!!!

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‘Tis the season.

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Take a Shot

Written for @artyandink 's Jensen-a-thon event!

Let's face it, his henley looks good on both of you...

Pairing: Dean x F. Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Nothing but a little good old-fashioned sexual tension, no smut, but Dean being Dean is a warning in itself 🔥🔥🔥 (Dividers by the absolutely lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics )

The tile floor is cool on your bare feet as you walk down the hall, your mind focused on the banana pudding left in the fridge from earlier tonight. If you can’t fall asleep, you might as well eat, right?

It’s kind of nice in the bunker when everyone else is in bed, only the dim light from the night lights that are always on in all the common rooms, the quiet hum of some mysterious machinery in the background, whatever it is that keeps the power on in this place. You shiver a little, the air cool on your legs. Why bother with pants when nobody else is around, anyway?

You’re halfway through the library on your way to the kitchen when Dean’s voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin, your heart pounding hard as you whirl around to face him. He’s standing across the room, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid in hand, his eyes shadowed in the half-dark. “Is that my shirt?”

“Damn it, Dean, you scared the living shit out of me!” you scold, your hand on your chest, trying to keep your heart from pounding its way free. “Why are you up? I thought you went to bed a couple of hours ago!”

An amused smile curves his lips. “Backatcha, sweetheart.”

“Well – I – I couldn’t go to sleep. So I wanted a snack.”

“Yeah, well, same here, and I wanted a drink. Mystery solved.” It’s slowly dawning on you that you’re half-dressed, and you feel the blush move up your neck, your cheeks warming as he stares you down. “You never answered me. Is that my shirt?”

You’re wearing a cream-colored henley that you may or may not have stolen – borrowed – when you were doing laundry last weekend. It’s so soft, and so big (because it’s his) and comfy, and yes, if you were being honest, you like wearing it because it belongs to him. It’s been against his skin. And you would deny that even under threat of torture.

“Yes, okay, I borrowed your shirt. And just for your information, I wouldn’t have come out here like this if I knew you were lurking around.”

“I’m not lurking. And just for your information, I don’t mind you coming out here like that.” In fact, he’s thoroughly enjoying the way his shirt looks on you. It’s soft, and it’s clinging just right to show every detail of the curves beneath – not to mention your perky nipples. No, he doesn’t really mind at all.

You can see his eyes sparkle even in the poor lighting, and you hope he can’t see your blush from where he’s standing. “Well, stop staring.” You turn your back and flounce from the room, heading to the kitchen and hoping with everything in you that the henley is covering your ass. You brush your hand back there, relieved that it is – barely – and walk resolutely to the fridge. Seriously, what the hell is he doing up, anyway?

You take the container and toss the lid into the sink, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and lean against the counter, taking a spoonful of the creamy treat and closing your eyes as it hits your tongue. So good. Totally worth a little embarrassment.

“So, you gonna share, or what?” You jump, startled again glaring up at him as he approaches.

“For fuck’s sake, Dean, could you wear a bell or something?” A thoroughly devilish grin flashes for a second, but he manages to rein it in quickly. You scoop another spoonful of the pudding, but he takes your hand in his and steers it up towards his mouth. You watch as he takes it in, those sinful lips closing around it and his eyes blinking slowly as he savors it with a soft hum. You feel your legs wobble a little, and things are clenching that should not be clenching just from watching someone eat banana pudding.

“That’s good.” He lets go of your hand, and after a couple of seconds you actually remember to take it back. You force your eyes down, but now the view is his shoulders and chest underneath another henley from his collection, this one a midnight blue, and he’s wearing sweats and his feet are bare. And you are hopelessly screwed. “Thought you were hungry,” he teases as you stand there with the empty spoon in the air, trying to remember how to breathe.

“I am – I was,” you stammer.

“Then why aren’t you eating?” He laughs softly at your defiant frown.

“Because you’re distracting me.”

“You started it.” You stare up at him, your eyes wide.

“Since when do you get distracted by me? You barely even notice me.”

“Shows how much you know.” You still stare at him skeptically, and he gnaws a bit at that plush lower lip before he continues. “Every night I walk by your door and I picture in my head what you might be wearing to bed. Some nights… well, let’s just say I really wanna open that door.”

You set the container of pudding and the spoon on the counter beside you, never taking your eyes off him. “Then why haven’t you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m afraid you’ll tell me to get lost.”

You’re starting to smile now. “You know what they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

Dean steps up close, his hand moving to stroke over your shoulder and down, curling his fingers around your arm as he leans in, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Oh, sweetheart – I don’t miss.”

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Awww…Riz out here making me miss this big dumb galoot.

[throughtimeandstarlight]

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"My child is fine", your child is rewatching Supernatural in 2021

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"My child is fine", your child is rewatching Supernatural in 2022

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"My child is fine", your child is rewatching Supernatural in 2023

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"My child is fine", your child is rewatching Supernatural in 2024

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My writing process:

type type type

*squints*

*types a word into the search bar*

ok yeah that means what i think it means

type type type

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May Your Blogs Be Merry And Bright

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So hold me like a grudge 😇😈

(Watercolor, magazine clippings)

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I hate Colorado. This is just unholy.

[sheisraging]

He's just out here. Looking like this.

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How aesthetically pleasing this is.

[falloutboy]

What do you think the dog’s name is?

📸 Pamela Littky

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and i’ve just about SNAPPED!! dont look BACK!! every lovers got a little dagger in their hand!!!!!!!

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It was an uphill battle but they didn’t know, but they didn’t know, we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off