What is @impala-dreamer’s favorite Oreo? Original-she's a purist. She even wrote a drabble about her disdain for unnatural flavored Oreos - The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done. If you need a good laugh, you should go read it.
@calaofnoldor wrote a story where Dean takes a bullet for the reader. What is the title of the story? - Natural Disaster. Lots of feels. Go check it out.
The next Flash Prize post will be up at 8:30 am CT US, today (May 11).
Hello. I'm currently writing a firefighter!Dean series and I was in need of some dividers? Got any ideas? 😉 I love your work, btw! Thanks dear! 😘
Hello lovely! Thank you for your kind words - it means alot.
I have some Firefighter AU dividers available here but if you want something specifically with the title of your fic for the divider then drop me a message and we can bounce some ideas around.
Can I br added as a guppy? :) Im new to this and have two small children and a full time job so I'm quite busy but i really enjoy writing and supernatural. Thank you!
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader/You, Sam Winchester (mentioned)
Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader
Words: ±500 exactly!
Description: The reader is sure to give Dean a proper goodbye.
Warnings: Hints of fluff, a bit of smut near the end.
Song Prompt: Rock You Like A Hurricane - by the Scorpions
Authors Note: This is my entry for @deanwanddamons Rock Spn Flash Fan Fic Challenge :) This fic is unbeta’d so all mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy it!
A special thanks to @talesmaniac89 for the awesome dividers!
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The first rays of dawn filter in through the curtains, casting an orange glow over the two naked figures fast asleep in the queen sized bed. They were a tangled mess of limbs, embracing and holding each other impossibly close. A thin layer of sheen glistened off of their skin in the morning sunlight, serving as a reminder of their eventful night.
A pair of green eyes were the first to open as the light reached his face, his gaze flitting to the neon numbers illuminating from the nightstand. Five thirty-five was displayed on the screen of the alarm clock, the red numbers taunting him with just how little sleep he’d gotten the previous night.
His dark blond hair was tousled and sticking up at odd angles, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble, outlining just how strong and perfect it was. He groaned and grumbled a few undesirable words under his breath as he curled back into you, reluctant to leave your warmth. But, he knew it would be time to leave soon; Sam would be waiting for him back at the motel, eager to get on the road again and on the hunt for dad.
Dean nuzzled his nose into your (Y/H/C) hair and inhaled your intoxicatingly sweet scent, a sly smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? His strong arm looped around your middle and lazily slid up the center of your body, taking his time to feel every dip and curve of your stomach. His delicate touch passed through the valley between your breasts before palming one entirely, his large, firm grasp dimpling the full mound.
You hummed with delight as he pulled at the budding nipple and you wiggled your ass against him, returning the favor as you pressed yourself further into his morning erection, his cock solid as it pressed into you. He twirled the sensitive nub between the tips of his thumb and pointer finger and released a growl against the back of your neck enticed by the friction you teased him with, his breath hot as it fanned over your skin. “Mhm, g’morning handsome,” you purred, your hand finding his as it caressed your chest, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t stop the smile that appeared when you felt his lips against the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing over your flesh as he nibbled his way to your shoulder.
You repositioned yourself in his grasp to face him, your palms coming to rest on his bare chest. His hands never left you, now exploring the plush curve of your hips, “I’ve got to leave soon, sweetheart.” He admitted with reluctance, his hand sliding further down to cup at the meat of your ass.
“Well, I guess we better make this quick.” With that, you threw your leg over to straddle his waist, before sinking down onto his beautiful cock, filling you completely. “I’m gonna rock you like a hurricane, baby.”
Thanks for reading!! I had fun with this challenge and am looking forward to the next one!! <3
In honor of reaching three hundred followers, the theme for this challenge will revolve around… you guessed it, the number three! Below, I have created a list of thirty-three songs that have the number three, in either; their title or the artist's name.
These songs are just randomly selected, in no specific order, but each of them is great in their own way, and range in genres (classic rock to country to pop) as well as song themes (everything from love to heartache to explicit). You can use a specific line, or chorus from the song or just use the song itself as inspiration; it’s up to you, so let’s get creative!
When you’ve made your selection, just send me an ask or a message and I’ll update the list as soon as I get the opportunity. We’ll keep it to one song per person (at least for now, we’ll see).
Requests will be open until the due date.
Bonus: Once everyone has made their selection, those who have entered the challenge will be put into a drawing; I will then select three, at random, and will write a fic for each of the winners. So make sure that you have a request in mind. ;)
The Rules:
You don’t have to follow me to participate, but it would be appreciated, as it is a followers challenge, but feel free to join in on the fun if you wish.
You may write for any fandom that you desire, but the ones that I am particularly fond of are; Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, DC Cinematic Universe (Superman), Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice/Station 19, The Marvel Cinematic Universe (Steve Rogers). But again, feel free to choose whatever you’re comfortable with... or don’t and challenge yourself ;)
With that said, I will not read the following; Winchest (incest of any kind), underaged smut or even hits of pedophilia, or toilet stuff - not that I’m against it, it’s just not my thing. Anything else is fine, including darker themes, just please, please, please tag any triggers and warnings appropriately.
If it includes the above themes and/or is not properly tagged, I will not add it into the masterlist.
To keep the theme of three’s going, the due date will be exactly three months from now, on September 22, 2021 (which, coincidentally enough, also happens to be my birthday! How funny is that?). If this can’t be met, just send me a message and we’ll figure something out. :)
Once finished, I would like to read your work, so in order to make it a bit easier to find, please tag my page @katelyn--renee, but also use the tag: #KatesThree(Hundred)Celebration
Thank you so much for participating and allowing me to reach this milestone! I couldn’t do it without you! Literally ;) I am so grateful for each and every single one of you, and I can’t wait to see this family grow!
What are you waiting for! You’ve got work to do. ;)
Main Characters series: Reader, Lieutenant Firefighter!Dean Winchester, Lawyer!Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester (Moore), Nurse!Lisa Braeden (Formerly Winchester), Ben Braeden-Winchester, Harper Winchester (OFC), Charlie Bradbury, Firefighter!Benny Lafitte, Firefighter!Jo Harvelle, Firefighter!Castiel Novak, Claire Novak, Mechanic!John Winchester, Firefighter Captain!Ellen Harvelle, Mechanic!Bobby Singer, Doctor!Arthur Ketch, Nick Vaught and many more!
Pairings: Dean x Reader (eventual), Dean x Lisa (past), Reader x Nick (past), Lisa x Ketch (current), Sam x Jessica (current)
Word count: ±2200 words
Series summary: A slow burn romance. Reader is trying to get away from her troubled past and start fresh; a new name, new town, new friends, and a new job. A clean slate. After years of planning and saving, she is able to open her own business. With the help of her best friend and business partner, Charlie Bradbury, and her new flirty firefighter friend, she is hopeful, even when disaster strikes and her past threatens to catch up with her years later.
Part two summary: Flashback to when you first met your green eyed hero and their budding romance.
Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fire or mentions of fire, fluff (so much fluff), angst, eventual smut, mutual pining, alcohol abuse, alcohol intoxication, mentions of domestic abuse (physical, verbal), mentions of miscarriage, mentions of adultery/cheating, mentions of death, dangerous or life threatening situations, stress, descriptions of injuries, blood, hospital scenes, character death.
Author’s note: Here is part two! I hope you enjoy this chapter and all it’s fluffy goodness! :)
A special thank you to @that-one-gay-girl and @deanwanddamons for being the wonderful beta’s that you are! Your feedback is always appreciated! Check out their awesome work and spread some love!
All graphics and dividers done by me! :)
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Thank you and let’s enjoy this ride together!
<<-- Read part one, here!
Out of the Fire Masterlist!
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About five weeks ago.
The shop was busier than usual, but being the final days of summer, it was expected. It wasn't anything you or Charlie couldn't handle, of course, but it sure did make for long days and even longer nights of cleanup.
"Charlie, table two needs refills, table six never got their vanilla lattes, and table four is ready to pay." You announced as you joined your partner behind the counter with a handful of dirty mugs and plates, having just made one of many rounds through the seating area.
The two of you danced around each other gracefully, moving in harmony as you switched from one task to another. “On it.” She acknowledged, already preparing the missing drinks and throwing in a complimentary pastry for the mistake.
You set the pile of dishes down into the sink before turning to the next customer in line, flashing him a friendly smile. “Yes, hi, how can I help you?” You greeted urgently, looking up to meet a set of stunning green eyes. You faltered slightly, taken by surprise by his strikingly good looks.
He smiled, almost bashfully, as he began to place his order, seeming not to notice your hesitation. “A round of coffees, black, for me and my buddies ,” He motioned toward the booth near the large bay window which was occupied by three other bodies; two men and one woman, all of whom adorned matching uniforms. “Cream and sugar on the side. Oh, uh, larges… or eh, talls?” He added with a sheepish chuckle, clearly unfamiliar with the coffee house lingo.
You couldn’t help but giggle at that, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to prevent yourself from smiling more and potentially embarrassing him. “Venti.” You corrected him playfully. You saw the confused look on his face, his head cocking like a confused puppy, before adding, “For our ‘large,’”
You used air quotes to emphasize your point, rolling your eyes at the technical terminology. “It’s venti.” You saw it the moment he understood what you were telling him, and he chuckled again, not missing the way he ducked his head to hide the slight flush to his freckled cheeks.
“Never too old to learn something new.” He chuckled again and winked at you, the gesture setting butterflies loose inside of your stomach. It was your turn to look away this time, your face hot with a blush. He fished his wallet from his dark blue cargo pants, looking at the assortment of baked goods.
“Throw in a few of those bagels and croissants, too, please.” He added, casting his gaze down at the display case once again. “Oh, and a piece of that cherry pie.” He added almost dreamily, pulling out a couple of twenties.
Upon further inspection, you took notice of the soot and ash that dirtied his face and darkened his hair in certain places. He had dark circles under his gorgeous eyes, too, clearly exhausted after a long shift. You glanced in the direction of his crew members, finding much of the same. “Long night?” You asked, trying to be friendly as much as you were curious.
“I look that rough, huh?” He teased, a look of mock offense accompanying his handsome features.
You shook your head, a smile still curving your lips at the corners, “Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that.” You clarified hastily as you calculated his order into the register, making a point to leave off the coffees; it was the least you could do for him… eh, them, right?
He winked again and laughed, the sound deep in his chest, assuring you that he was only teasing. “I know you didn’t,” The corner of his mouth turned up into a smile, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, watching your face and the way you tried to suppress your smile. “How much do I owe you, sweetheart?” He asked, glancing down at the display screen.
The term of endearment made your heart flutter slightly, and you couldn’t keep the smile from creeping onto your face again. You swallowed the feeling down, pressing the enter key before you read aloud his total.
“That’ll be $19.94, Mr. Firefighter.” He rose a questioning brow at the total, glancing up at the menu prices. “Coffee’s on the house.” You added quickly with a closed-lip smile, your eyes sincere. “It’s the least I can do for your services.”
Several emotions seemed to make their way across his face, contorting it briefly before settling on gratitude. “Thank you.” He said, his voice genuine. He held out one of the twenty-dollar bills, paying for his order. “That was really kind of you, truly.” He smiled softly, glancing down at the name tag attached to your apron. “(Y/N).”
A smile formed on your lips before you could stop it, and your cheeks flushed at the way he said your name, your eyes finding the name embroidered onto the left side of his dark blue button-up shirt, opposite of a silver badge over his heart. Red patches were on either sleeve, proudly showing off the station they serve. “It’s no trouble, Lieutenant Winchester...” You promised with a sly smile.
He laughed, appreciating your observation. “Dean.” He insisted as you accepted the bill. Your fingers touched, brushing against each other softly. The touch, however slight, was like an electric shock, igniting every part of your body.
There was an annoyed grunt behind the firefighter, but the two of you paid little attention to it. You put the money into the till and collected his change, but Dean insisted that he didn’t need it. He walked backwards to his table, his bottom lip drawn up between his teeth. The two of you couldn’t seem to stop watching each other, nor did you want to, silently flirting with your eyes.
You giggled when he bumped into an unoccupied table, watching as he almost knocked over its contents and awkwardly fumbled with the accompanying chair that nearly fell over. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled self-consciously, trying to conceal his embarrassment. He ducked his head when he got back to his table, his friends giving him a hard time.
He hid his face in his palms as a dark-haired man with scruff and blue eyes clapped a hand against Dean’s shoulder, booming with laughter. “Smooth,” You heard the blonde female tease, snickering at her partner. You watched them as you gathered up their order, blushing when you caught him stealing a few glances your way. When finished, you brought their order out to them personally, earning you another wink from the fireman.
The rest of the shift went by in a blur, unable to get those emerald eyes out of your head. Charlie had seemed to notice your distraction and, in perfect Charlie fashion, commented on it as you were closing up shop. “That fireman sure left his mark on you, huh?” She teased, a knowing smile drawing her lips up.
You scoffed at her and tried to play it off like you didn’t know what she was talking about… and failing. “W-What? No - No, I - Who? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Charlie.” You muttered, locking the doors and placing the keys into your pocket.
She looked skeptical and cocked her hip, propping a hand there. “Uh-huh, sure.” She stated, waving her hands. “And I’m not the Queen of Mordor.” She said sarcastically, “Oh wait, I am.” She said exaggeratedly with her hands thrown in the air, referencing her extracurricular activity of LARPing.
You rolled your eyes fondly at your best friend; she’d dragged you along to her LARPing weekends on more than one occasion, and you’d humored her, going along with it because it made Charlie happy. “You can’t fool me, sista, now spill the beans.” She insisted, following behind you with the broom as the pair of you cleaned up.
You sighed, wiping down one of the tables and the chairs that joined it, already knowing that you wouldn't win this battle against the feisty redhead. “I don’t know…” You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip as you thought about the encounter. “I can't explain it, I don’t know how to explain it… but there was just something about him… y'know?" You recalled, picking up one of the chairs and putting it on the table. "I just… I can’t quite put my finger on it…"
Charlie giggled, "Bet you wish you could." She teased, clearly hinting at more than she said. You gasped and feigned innocence, throwing the towel at her. Charlie laughed more, catching the soiled cleaning cloth before it collided with her face. "Oh, come on (Y/N)! I know that look in a woman's eye. I’ve seen it dozens of times! You want him. Bad!"
She threw the cloth back, and you caught it with ease. "Jeez, you make me sound so desperate." You grumbled, not denying Charlie's observation, despite the dramatics.
Charlie hadn't missed a beat, and she grinned, a cocky sparkle in her eyes. "So you do like him." She chimed accusingly, clearly happy to be right.
You rolled your eyes again, moving onto the next table as Charlie continued sweeping under the one you'd just cleared. "Okay. Yeah, fine." You admitted, "I thought he was cute and charming and sexy in that uniform,"
Charlie made an ‘I-knew-it’ face, but you continued before she could make a sly remark, "But it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm ever gonna see him again." You stated with a reluctant sigh, spraying down the next table with the cleaning agent, trying to hide the disappointment lingering in your voice. You began to scrub at a stubborn spot on the table, trying to distract yourself.
Charlie frowned sadly, reading into your mood, and leaned the broom down against the table before closing the space between you. "I'm sorry for being pushy. It's just that you work all the time. When was the last time you did anything for yourself?" You were about to answer when she held up a finger, "Other than this café. This doesn't count, this is work."
She had a point. You couldn't remember the last time you'd done anything that didn't involve this little shop. "Exactly. I just wanna see you have some fun and that," She thumbed over her shoulder toward the door, referring to Dean, "was fun." You chuckled softly, your cheeks getting warm at the thought.
"You deserve to live a little,” She put her arms on your shoulders and squeezed affectionately, “Especially after what that snake put you through." You frowned at the reminder, dread coiling inside of your stomach and a frown pulled at your lips at the mention of your ex, Nick.
Like always, Charlie didn’t let you get too lost in your thoughts, "And who knows, maybe he has an equally attractive sister for me." She added with a playful shrug and a giggle, effectively distracting you. "Fate works in mysterious ways, sista; you never know what she might throw your way." She added mysteriously, wiggling her eyebrows for added effect.
As it turns out, Charlie was right. Fate did work in mysterious ways because, in the weeks that followed, Dean continued to show up, sometimes with his crew, but mostly by himself. The times he showed up varied, depending on his work scheduled, which you soon noticed was quite busy. Regardless of the hour, he always showed.
It wasn't long before you memorized his order by heart; a venti coffee, black, and a slice of pie; whichever flavor was baked for the day's special. The flavor never seemed to be an issue for the firefighter, but it didn’t take you long to realize that cherry was clearly his favorite, with pecan a close second.
The pair of you flirted and subtly got to know each other as time went on, teetering somewhere between acquaintances and friends. He’d flirt. You’d flirt. But it never went any further than that.
Charlie teased you about it the whole time, of course. She wouldn’t be your best friend if she hadn’t. You’d just roll your eyes or shake your head every time she’d urge you to "grow a pair and ask him out already."
You wanted to. Of course, you wanted to; you’d be an idiot not to want that.
But you didn't, of course, because you were too embarrassed and too afraid to act on your feelings. You'd done that once before already, and you paid one hell of a price for it. Hell, in a way, you still were. Nick left such a nasty scar on your heart; you weren't sure if you could ever love again. You were in a constant state of fear, afraid of being hurt again.
Charlie, being the wonderful best friend that she is, always tried to remind you that love… true love… would never hurt you. That real love was the stuff of magic and fairy tales. That what you had with Nick wasn’t love. It helped, a little, but that fear never truly went away, you just sort of learned to live with it.
Maybe someday you’ll feel differently.
And there you have it. Part two is complete. I hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I did. Awkward/adorable Dean is one of my favs. Haha.
