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Mobile Master List

~Love Me Some Pie Master List~

A New Year & After-Party ~ Dean’s girl knows him well. It only takes a few choice words to convince him to join her for a fancy New Year’s Eve celebration. However, neither needs to be seduced into admitting that the after-party is the best part. {A 2-part short story}

A Wedding to Remember 

Part One ~ It’s the Winchester brother’s annual road trip to Vegas, and Dean has insisted you join them. Gambling, copious amounts of alcohol, and Sam leaving you and Dean on your own make for an eventful trip.

Part Two ~

Always You and Me ~ Dean needs a little assist when things take a turn with you/Y/N/the reader.

Beauty Out of Sorrow ~ Has Dean gone too far this time? Can hope come from pain?

The Beginning of the End ~ Sam almost died, again. Jack and Mary are missing. Is it time to get out of the family business?

Bullets and Bands ~ A perfectly planned evening doesn’t go according to plan.

Burden of Beliefs ~ Sometimes your conviction is too heavy to carry alone. {Ficlet}

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas {Master Post} ~ Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season.

His Kiss ~ A mis-held belief is denounced, giving way to something better.

I Promised ~ He always keeps his promises.

I Promised, Too ~ A promise given is a promise kept.

Just Me & My Baby ~ There have been lots of missed opportunities, but one weekend will change everything.

Pure ~ Purgatory is heartbreaking in its purity. {Ficlet}

Run To You {Master Post} ~ Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey’s life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they’ve ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side.

Sacrifice ~ v. 1 to give up something that is valuable to you in order to help another person  2 to give up something for something else considered more important (Cambridge Dictionary, 2020)

She’s Perfect ~ When it comes to the Impala, there’s no joking.

Childish Behavior ~ Sam intervenes as you and Dean devolve into petulant children.

If You Remember ~ Drunk words are sober thoughts, or so they say.

Together We Are the Storm ~ Angry with the way the brothers have been treating her, the reader decides to take matters into her own hands and fight through the storm that is Dean Winchester.

Thank you ~ A sweet bit of comfort for Dean

Well-Chosen ~ Always hoping that your one-night stand is creative enough to earn a notch on your bedpost, the man you’ve chosen this time surprises you in more ways than one.

What Matters ~ Sometimes there is no need for words.

~The Song In My Heart Master List~

Dirty Sweet ~ Dean’s girl is a handful and he wouldn’t have it any other way. {Ficlet} Song: Bang a Gong (Get It On) by T. Rex

Evermore ~ Living without Dean is an unbearable endeavor. Song: Evermore by Taylor Swift feat. Bon Iver

Never, My Love {Master Post} ~ An anthology of angst drabbles and ficlets based on times when Dean thinks she’s going to leave him. Song: Never My Love by Audra Mae feat. Billy Valentine

Never Wanna Say Goodbye ~ Dean gets a late-night phone call from the one that got away.  Will it end in tragedy, or spark a new beginning? Song: Lips of an Angel by Hinder

Not Alone ~ Everything good slips through his fingers. Song: Not Alone by Patty Griffin

Rumors {Master Post} ~ Fear and anger forced them apart. Pain and regret kept them separated. An opportunity arises to repair the damage when a well-meaning friend pushes them into a reunion. Yet, rumors threaten to tear them apart for good. Song: There’s a Rumor by The August Empire

Run Away With Me ~ Timing is Everything. Song: Runaway by The Corrs {Ficlet}

Tell Me ~ Will Dean’s nerves get the better of him, or will he finally find the happiness he deserves? Song: The One by Kodaline

Why Don’t You Stay ~A longing to be needed. A light in the darkness. Song We’ve Got Tonight by Bob Seger

    ~ Let’s Make It Last ~ A sequel to Why Don’t You Stay. A longing to be needed. A light in the darkness. Confessions of love.

~Smutty, Smut Master List~

A Delicate Balance ~ PWP-aesthetic says it all.

Best Christmas Ever {Master Post} ~ Y/N decides to play Santa and give Dean a surprise Christmas present.

Heat ~ No plot, just smut.

Not a Dry Pair ~ A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a ‘groupie’.

~Wild Hearts Master List~

A Hunter’s Heart ~ Cardiophilia. Choose your Winchester {Ficlet}

Trust You With My Heart {Masterpost} ~ She trusts him with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?

~Drabbles Master List~

Desire ~ Any male x reader

Dominion ~ A little Dom!Jensen

He is the Storm ~ Look for me in the whirlwind

Kinesthesia ~ Any male x Female Reader

Not Without You ~ Any male x Female reader

Seen ~ A chance encounter could lead to something more.

~Odd Couples Master List~

Chance Encounter ~ Aggrieved mandatory attendance at a friend’s party turns into an exhilarating chance encounter. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader) {Ficlet}

Forever's a Long Time ~ Rick made a mistake. Before he has a chance to fix it, he’s called away on a mission. (Rick Flag x Female Reader)

Happy Birthday, Doll ~ Bucky has a special surprise planned for her. (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

I Can Explain ~ Beau may not survive. (Beau Arlen x Reader) {Ficlet}

I Kinda Thought ~ One night is never enough. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader) {Drabble}

Lightning Rod ~ Despite the chaos that often surrounds each of your lives, he is the calm in the storm. (Jack Reacher x Female Reader)

Run Away With Me (Sam’s version) ~ He can’t let go. {Ficlet}

The Edge of Fate ~ Cursed by a jealous witch, Benny and Isalie must wander through time to find their way back to each other. (On Hiatus)

Tiny Terror ~ You rescue Bucky once again.

We Should Change That ~ Reacher has a point that he intends to make you understand.

Your Smile ~ A ridiculous pick-up line leads to something stunning. (Any Male x Reader)

~Aesthetics~

Master post of Aesthetics

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Already Gone - The Eagles

Life In The Fast Lane - The Eagles

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Another Wednesday

Summary: Jake’s too focused on making the night perfect that he’s forgotten the most important part.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, fluff.

W/C: 1,713.

Pairing: Jake x reader.

Notes: sequel to The Right Choice

Word of the day (July 14, 2026) - Steak

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: title card design @deanwinchesterswitch 

Master Lists: Word Of The Day - July 2026 // Main // Beyond Repair-verse

Jake is really trying. Trying to act normal. Trying to hide that he misses you already, even though you’re sitting across the table from him. Trying to pretend that his heart isn’t in his throat, which is probably a good thing because otherwise he might beg you to reconsider, and not leave.

He knows it's not about him. You aren’t leaving him. Still, it hurts. You made your decision. You’re going to Colorado. You contacted the company last Monday, and they were eager to get the ball rolling. They gave you two weeks to get things sorted, and so you’ll be gone on Friday. It’s Wednesday.

“How’s your steak?” you ask, focusing on cutting your own.

It’s probably delicious. It’s expensive enough that it should be served with a gold bar on top and have someone cut it for you, but all Jake can taste is the bitter bile of loss.

How is this supposed to work? How is he supposed to prove he deserves the second chance you gave him when you’re two states away?

Somehow, this feels worse than when he walked in on you packing up your life, because at least then he hadn’t seen it coming. This time, helpless to stop it, he watched it happen one cardboard box at a time. Hell, he helped you pack this time. He isn’t pretending to be the supportive boyfriend; he’s super excited for you, but not excited about you being gone.

“Jake,” you say, softly, looking up at him.

He’s taken too long to answer, and from the sympathetic look you give him, you know he’s stuck in his own head.

“Sorry.” He tries to smile, but it feels like a betrayal of himself. He isn’t happy, and there’s nothing to smile about. Not right now. “What was the question?”

Gently, you set your knife and fork on the plate, steak half-eaten, fries barely touched. “Can we get out of here?” You ask.

Confused, he frowns down at your plate. “Is something wrong with the food?”

“No,” you say quickly, “It’s fine. I’m grateful you took the time to make a reservation and spend some time with me. But…I’ve only got two days left to be with you, and I don’t want to be sitting in a fancy restaurant where I can barely reach you.” As a way of demonstration, you stretch your arm across the table, and Jake immediately gives you his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He’s getting it wrong. He’d wanted tonight to be special. Instead, he’s somehow turned it into a wake.

“I wanna be at the Hard Deck with our friends.” You start to babble, your words tumbling over each other. “I wanna drink a beer with Nat. I wanna listen to Bradshaw and you shoot barbs at each other. I wanna mock Reuben for burning his uniform with the iron, again. I wanna listen to Mickey and Bob debate if Star Wars or Star Trek is better. I wanna watch Javy pine over Nat and give him shit for being too scared to say anything. And I want us to sneak off to the beach to have a make-out session that goes way too far before we realize we’re in public. I wanna do it all before, before I...” You cut yourself off and avert your gaze.

“Before you can’t anymore.”

“It’s not forever,” you say.

He’s not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“I know.”

“I negotiated extra paid leave and working remotely, so if you get deployed, I can be closer when possible.”

“I know.”

“This isn’t the end.”

He doesn’t have a response because he’s not certain of that. Instead, he motions to a waiter and asks for the bill.

The restaurant buzzes around you, wine glasses clink. Someone at the next table laughs. A birthday is being celebrated in the corner, a sparkler fizzing above a slice of chocolate cake. The whole room keeps moving, but Jake is frozen.

“I’ve been treating this like,” he searches for the words. Sighing, “like we’re saying goodbye.”

“We’re not.”

“But it feels like I am.”

It’s your turn now, “I know. But you’re trying so hard not to waste the time we’ve got left that you’ve forgotten to enjoy it.”

Holding hands, you walk silently to Jake’s truck, neither of you quite sure what to say. He kisses you softly as he opens the passenger door. “Your chariot awaits.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” you smile, sliding into the seat. Jake rounds the front of the truck, and you watch him heave out a deep breath before he opens the door to climb in.

“So,” he says, pulling out his phone as he gets behind the wheel. “Music?”

“Do I get to pick?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Dictators always think they’re right.”

“History supports me.”

“You’ve got questionable taste, Seresin.”

He clutches his chest dramatically. “I’ve never been so insulted.”

“Please, you’ve been insulted far worse.”

“True,” he chuckles, scrolling through his phone as he turns the key to start the engine.

“I see you skipped my playlist.”

“I saved us both.”

You shake your head as Fleetwood Mac begins to play, and Jake puts the truck into drive. “I’ll allow it because Fleetwood Mac are objectively excellent.”

He shoots you a sideways glance, putting his foot on the brake a little too hard as the truck rolls. “Objectively?”

“Yes. Fleetwood Mac is objectively excellent.”

“You're using ‘objectively’ wrong.”

“Objectively, I'm not. Queen is better.”

“Okay,” Jake nods, “You’ve got until we get to the Hard Deck to convince me.”

By the time the Hard Deck comes into view, you’re both loudly singing the last chorus of Bohemian Rhapsody together, completely off-key. Jake kills the engine, and the music fades, leaving the muffled sounds spilling out of the bar as background noise.

Jake stares at the familiar weathered building through the windshield. He gives himself to the count of ten before he gets out, holding back a grimace. Selfishly, he doesn’t want to share you with his friends. Not tonight.

You turn when he opens the door, but don't step down. Instead, you grasp the front of his shirt and pull him to you, parting your legs so he can stand between them. Instinctively, he slides his hands up your thighs to rest on your hips.

“You know I don’t care about fancy dinners, right?” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you add, “I don’t care where we eat. I don’t care if it’s steak or gas station sandwiches.” Your thumbs brush the ends of his hair. “I just want Wednesday.”

He laughs once. It’s barely more than an exhale. “I know. I’ve been trying so hard to make everything perfect,” he sighs, annoyed at himself for trying too hard.

“And you have,” you nod. “But you’ve forgotten you’re my favorite part.”

His breath catches. “Fuck. You always know how to undo me.”

Your smile is smug, biting your bottom lip to stifle it doesn’t work. “I know.”

“You’re getting cocky,” he shoots back.

“I’ve been spending time with you.”

“You should ask for a refund.”

“Jake, shut up and kiss me.”

So he does. Before he can think of another joke, another deflection, another attempt to be brave, he kisses you.

Slowly at first, tentative. Then you kiss him back. Everything he’s been trying so desperately to hold together comes apart in the space of a heartbeat.

The kiss is anything but careful. It’s hungry desperation. Days of pretending everything is fine. It’s a goodbye and an ‘I miss you’ and months of wondering if he’d ever get the chance to kiss you like this again. He’ll never not take the opportunity.

His hands slide from your hips to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s little space left between you.

It’s relief and longing. It’s hurt and desire. It’s painful and soothing. It’s every conversation you haven’t had because saying goodbye out loud somehow makes Friday arrive faster.

When you pull apart, he’s breathing just as hard as you are.

Your smug grin is back. “That,” you whisper, “is all I wanted tonight.”

Jake smiles, resting his forehead on yours and closing his eyes. “I can work with that.”

A knock on the driver's window makes you both jump. You spin around to see Javy with the biggest grin, pointing at his watch.

“You two planning on coming inside? Or should I tell everyone the make-out session started early?”

Jake groans. “Say the word,” he whispers, just for you, “and I’ll take you home to finish this properly.”

You laugh, pecking his lips. “Try to behave for one hour.”

“No promises.”

“I heard that,” Javy says, now on the other side of the open door.

Jake doesn’t take his eyes off you, holding your hand as you jump down out of the truck. “Mind your business, Machado.”

Javy snorts, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “The last time you told me to mind my business, Seresin, the three of us almost got banned from the Hard Deck because you two got ‘locked’ in the store cupboard.”

“The door was stuck,” You quickly defend. Neither of the men brings up the fact that you had no business being in there in the first place.

Jake catches up and takes your hand as you walk, arguing, “If you’d been a better lookout, Coyote. We wouldn’t have come close to getting caught.” Jake winks when you meet his eye.

Javy stops and turns to face you both, looking down at your joined hands. “I like this,” he smiles, “you two look like you again.”

That stops Jake short, and he has no snarky remark because Javy is right. The last few months have been filled with forced smiles, careful conversations, and pretending everything was okay.

Tonight, you’d fought about music, shared a steak you barely ate, and made out in his truck like two teenagers. Somewhere between the restaurant and the Hard Deck, Wednesday had stopped feeling like a countdown.

It had simply become another Wednesday. Jake squeezes your hand.

Friday is still on its way. The distance isn’t any smaller, but now he isn’t thinking about the miles that will be between you. He’s thinking about the hour ahead. For tonight, that’s enough.

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Master Lists: Word Of The Day - July 2026 // Main

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Ugh, these two are going through it.

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Here, please find the incredible stories written by the talented contestants braving this Storytellers Contest. Please read, enjoy, and give them all the love and interactions they rightly deserve!

VOTE for your favorite through July 30, 2026.

The Stories:

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@flanneledfae ~ Trust Me I Tried

@crowleysmistress ~ Run me with a hot blade

@copperboom82 ~ Never Too Late

@cleighwrites ~ The Journey to Get There

@bettystonewell ~ The Placenta Effect

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Just shy of two weeks left to vote for your favorites!

Please go show the authors some love.

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Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

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