#Charliexreader

[fandomlovingfreak]

Incidentally In Love (12/?)

Charlie Weasley/Reader

Rating: E for Everyone ( triggers: pregnancy, birth but not descriptive whatsoever)

Word Count: 995

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Summary: Sleeping with Charlie Weasley was easy. He was charming, and handsome, and was quite talented in bed… Finding out you’re pregnant with your casual fuck buddies baby was not easy.

Reader’s journey through co-parenting, an overbearing Molly Weasley who wants reader to marry her son to give the baby a “real family”, and maybe falling a tiny bit in love with her baby daddy.

Notes: WOW! It's been a long time. Sorry for that wait. I hope you enjoy this chapter! You can find this fic on Wattpad (Fandomlovingfreak), Tumblr (WeasleyTwinsandDraco), and I may or may not make a series on Tiktok (HarryPottahhThings) Thanks for reading (and waiting)!

I’m not sure right now where this is going. I hope to either wrap it up in the next chapter or figure something out. Again, sorry for the wait.

Enjoy

His red hair is wild, well wilder than usual, as he holds my hand. Correction, as I crush his hand in my grip.

"Just breathe--"

"Charlie Weasley!" I glare at him, "If you tell me to 'just breathe' one more time--"

His smile is crooked as he cups my face in his large hand, "I'm sorry, darling. I've never helped deliver a human baby before--"

I lean my head back against our couch, smiling, "me either."

Charlie chuckles, "do you need anything? I should've read up more about childbirth-- Obviously, I've only dealt with dragons and eggs... I'm not treating you like a creature, am I?" His blue eyes are wide with sudden panic.

"Char," I shake my head, "darling, you're fine. You're being a perfect gentleman, I promise." 

Charlie squeezes my hand, "do you need anything?"

I sigh, giving him a brave smile, "No, I think I'm fine. Did you send for the healer? The specific one I planned with?"

"I did; she sent an owl back saying she will be over as soon as possible."

Nodding, I readjust the way I'm sitting, relieving some of the stress on my lower spine, "and your parents?"

"Did you want me to? You might find the entire family here--"

"Just-- ask for your mum, please?" I want someone I trusted here that knew what the hell was going on... ideally, that would have been my mother, but I trust Mrs. Weasley to be my surrogate mother figure at this moment. 

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Charles..." I frown, "I'm completely sure I want your mother here. Please, stop asking me!"

Charlie scatches the back of his head, "Sorry. I'll do that right now."

***

"You don't know how honored I am, (y/n), that you wanted me here," Mrs. Weasley runs a comforting hand across my forehead.

I nod, "I-- I didn't know who else should be here... and you know my mum can't be here... I appreciate that you came."

She nods, sympathy in her eyes, "Well, I'm going to do the best I can to be comforting. However, you need me, dear."

"What should I do?" Charlie's hectic appearance hasn't subsided. 

"Just do anything (y/n) asks of you, dear."

I grin, "Oo, I like the sound of that."

He chooses to ignore me, "that's it? I can't do anything proactive?"

"You can-- well, where are we doing this?" Molly looks at me.

"I-- I don't know... what do you think?"

Molly rubs her hands on my arms, "Well, all six times I've done this, I've chosen my bedroom. The bed will be comfortable."

I look at Charlie, "are you comfortable with that?"

"Am I?" He raises his eyebrows, "I'm comfortable with anything you want, darling. Don't worry about how I feel."

I grin at him, feeling incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life, "okay. The bedroom will be fine."

***

The healer I worked with for the last few months arrives moments after we've settled in the bedroom. She checks everything she needs to before asking to speak with Molly in the hall.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I ask Charlie. He's sitting next to me in our bed, his hand in mine.

"Maybe logistic stuff?"

I snort, "what in the world does that mean?"

Charlie smiles his crooked 'Charlie smile,' "I have no idea. All of this is-- not dragons."

The laughter escapes my lips before I can stop it, "Dragons? Charles Weasley, you've read at least a dozen baby books. Where has all that knowledge gone?"

Charlie scratches his head, "I'm so nervous! It's hard to remember everything."

"Well, I'm glad you're not treating me like a dragon, at least."

***

Charlie's holding the baby in the yellow blanket his mother made months back. 

"I just can't believe--" He moves a bit of the blanket, revealing our son's perfect face.

"Same," I lean back into my pillows, completely exhausted yet desperately wanting to continue to watch Charlie and our son.

"He's so small and perfect." Charlie comes over to sit next to me, leaning back against the pillows so I can gaze at the sleeping child along with him. 

"I'm glad he's so cute. Makes up for the last day." Playfully, I laugh as I trace a finger down the baby's nose.

"Merlin, I don't know how you did it. But you did amazing." Charlie leans over to press a kiss to my temple, "Honestly. I'm not sure how you did it, (y/n)."

"Was that crazier than anything you've experienced with the dragons?" I tease him.

"Definitely. Nothing like a hatching." He grins down at our baby.

I giggle, "That sounds much easier than what I just did."

"Oh definitely. But, I think he," Charlie smiles down at the sleeping baby, "is a thousand times better than anything I've ever helped bring into the world."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, "Never thought I'd see the day that Charlie Weasley said something was better than dragons." 

"Never was anything really comparable to dragons till now, honestly."

I smile, "What do you think about the name Nikolas Cadmus (y/l/n)-Weasley?"

"Cadmus?" Charlie asks absentmindedly as the baby yawns.

"Yeah! I was looking through a book, and it stuck out. He needs a proper first name, and Nikolas was my father's."

"I like it. How do you feel about it, Nikolas?" The baby blinks once before closing his big eyes. "I think he approves."

"Good," I yawn.

"Do you need me to leave?" Charlie Weasley, always the gentleman.

"No, you can stay here if you'd like." Charlie seems to weigh his options but eventually sets Nikolas in his bassinet. I yawn again, leaning further into my pillows and closing my eyes. I don't expect to feel his body's weight again on the bed, but it's not an unpleasant feeling when he leans his head against my shoulder. 

"I love you."

My eyes shoot open, and immediately I'm wide awake.

[chaimshelii]

I Want To Watch The Whole World Burn. Alastor x Reader

 Based off of AnnaPantsu’s cover of World Burn from the Mean Girls musical

and YES I did change the lyrics to make more sense :/

Art credit to the original owner (SamuraiAmes on twitter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMVI1FMBHVg

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My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel

This is what I get for helping

Helping someone lame fit in

Vaggie n’ Angie, enjoy your temporary win 

As I strut down to Alastor’s room I pass a clock. 3:34 a.m. Well past the time Al would be asleep. 

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) “(Y/N) is a fugly cow.” Hey Angie, how ya like me now?

I sneak in and quickly grab his microphone staff and run out of the hotel, but not before grabbing as many as matches as the tall building could even carry. 

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get me

i grab as many tabloids of the incident as I could fit in my satchel, as demons all over the city pointed and laughed at me. they won’t be laughing for long...

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline

Al woke up from a nightmare, but those were becoming more usual as the days passed. He decided it was best to just listen to music as it was almost time to get dressed anyways. As he turns on his radio his heart sinks to his feet.

I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean

He throws on his clothes as fast as demonly possible, not caring about his hair, shoes or a smile even. And we know you’re never fully dressed without one, Al.

Vaggie, time to watch your back Angie, time to turn and cough

Al can’t believe the sight upon him. As he looks up he sees me standing on the roof. He’s lost all given shits about his appearance, only wanting to care about me standing on the roof. 

Because you took me down But you didn’t finish me off

I pull out the tabloids and matches, lighting the papers on fire and proceeding to chuck them off the tall buildings, singing into the microphone that everyone within a 30 mile radius could hear.

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And in case you’re keeping score Angie may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn!

Tears stream down Alastor’s face as he walks towards the building, the crowd howling with laughter at the used-to-be-feared Radio Demon.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Vaggie is a grotsky bi-otch!

Vaggie gasps and runs back into the hotel. Some would say every demon in the city, even Lucifer are shocked at this display of anger.

I got the gasoline

I hopped from building from building, listening and watching Alastor’s world and reputation literally and figuratively being stripped from his hands. I should probably feel bad. He left me because people found out we we’re together. What kind of stupid- egomaniac-sociopath does that?! Oh, right. Alastor does.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Angel Dust is a drug pusher!

Angel is angry. But not just angry. He’s guilty. And he damn well knows it.

I wanna make the world burn

I’ve never looked so evil in my life, and it felt good

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Charlie is a heaven dyke! (Y/N) is a fugly cow (Y/N) is a fugly cow

Alastor has never seen me so angry. And I’ve never felt so.... alive I could say

And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

I cackled. LOUD.

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean

Fuck making this about me and Al.. I want everyone to be angry. infuriated even!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean! I jump off the building, and land amongst the demons, who open a path towards Alastor’s sobbing figure, looking more decrepit he had ever been, even in living.

Mean

I strut towards him, when I finally reached him, every step I took I shoved him back by his chest until he fell onto his back. Where I stood over his shaking, crying body on the blood-stained, alcohol soaked, cracked concrete.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Mean! I wanna watch the world burn

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Alastor tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't seem to care over the shouts, clapping and singing coming from the demons of Pentagram City.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

The demons turned to the three V’s, Vox, Valentino, and Velvet, who were backing away

I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

An explosion goes off, smoke surrounding me for a split second, where I make my grand escape.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Did y’all like it?? It’s my first fanfic and I hope I did good! FEEDBACK IS ACCEPTED :)

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1/1/2021 happy new year! :)

1:47 a.m.

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Charlie Bradbury / missionary (I’m boring but touch starved lol) / sunshine yellow☀️

A/N: Oh absoLUTELY. Sunshine yellow is...like..dude omg I love that yes you’re awesome, enjoy! P.S. To strap or not to strap, that is the question. P.S.S. EVERY REQUEST TODAY HAS ME WANTING TO WRITE 5,000,000 WORDS. AH.  

You stumble down the hallway, trying to coordinate kisses and footsteps while tearing at each other's clothes. You giggle as your back hits the bedroom door, pulling out of the kiss to open it. God, it’s finally happening. You’ve been waiting so long, yet you don’t want to rush through the moment. That is, until Charlie pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy white bra. She pushes you onto the bed, and you smirk up at her, cocking an eyebrow. 

“I get the fancy stuff?” you ask, eyes following her hands as she pulls her pants down her thighs. 

God damn. 

“Yup. Kinda curious as to what I get,” she says, nodding her head to you. Black bra, sans panties, can’t lose. 

You make quick work of getting undressed, shifting your legs as your juices coat your thighs. The air around her shifts, eyes gazing over your form with hunger. Gently, she pulls your legs apart, sliding her fingers between your folds as she settles in front of you. “Damn princess, you’re this wet for me?” she asks, pushing her fingers inside of you. You arch off of the bed, a moan rumbling in your throat as she begins thrusting her fingers. 

“Fuck, I wanted you for so long,” you say, voice fluttering. She smiles -- that god damn smile -- and lowers down to your sex, pushing her tongue between your folds and dragging it over your clit. You let out a breathless sigh, lulling your head to the side. Charlie pulls your clit between her lips, tongue rolling around it as she gently suckles, fingers scissoring inside of you. She moans, and you open your eyes, damn near salivating at the sight. She’s playing with her sex, eyes studying your face as she slurps your juices away. Raising up, Charlie pulls you into a kiss, fingers stroking in a come hither motion as your edge approaches. 

You push a leg between her thighs and she grinds down, soft moans forcing out of her. Soon, you’re swallowing each other’s moans, your impending orgasms growing closer and closer. You throw your head back as finally, you come, body twitching as Charlie speeds up her fingers. 

[imagining-supernatural]

She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie

Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott! (377 words) Song 10 from Deluxe Edition

You ever see someone and you don’t know a thing about them except that the single most important reason for their existence is to bring bright rays of sunshine to the ever-darkening world?

That’s my girl. Y/N.

You ain’t ever seen someone so beautiful and funny and darn right perfect as she is.

Now you might think that I’m biased. I suppose I am. I am hopelessly in love with her, after all. That does lend its hand to some kind of bias. But I also know for a fact that I’m not making this up. I’m not the only person who can see her this way.

Everywhere we go, she’s the center of attention. Not on purpose. She doesn’t even notice it. But as soon as we go anywhere, people are drawn to her. They want to get to know her. They see her smile and become addicted instantly. If I ever leave her alone at a bar, even just to grab some drinks, I always return to some guy trying his luck and hoping for her number.

So, you see, I’m not just making this up. She’s special. Everyone can see it.

And I’m the lucky one she goes home with every night. It’s my lap she sits on after turning down the heartbroken bastard at the bar. It’s my hand hers fits in so perfectly when we stroll down the boardwalk. And my lips are the lucky ones that know every inch of her body.

So I can’t really blame anyone who tries to wiggle their way into her life. Hell, I was there. I was the star-struck soul at the bar blinded by her spotlight. And now I can’t take her anywhere without everyone watching. It doesn’t bother me. Maybe if she gave any sort of indication that she didn’t love me, I would mind the way guys’ eyes follow her ass when she walks away. But she’s mine, and there is no question in my mind about that.

So let the fellas at the bar puff out their chests and flash their fancy watches. Let them flirt and fish for her attention. Let them try.

Because at the end of the day it’s my bed that her sunshine bright smile is warming.

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[imaginesupernaturalxreader]

Imagine

Dire a Charlie que tu sais qu'elle a tracé ton téléphone Tell Charlie that you know that she traced your phone

"Oh, tu n'étais pas censé le savoir..." "Eh bien je le sais, alors explique moi."

"Oh, you were not supposed to know it ..." "Well, I know it, so explain me."

[thebluesiren66]

work thoughts

I was thinking about possibly doing a Bi!Reader with Charlie and the boys?? I also had the thought of maybe starting an angsty series with soulless!samXreader. anyone interested??

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

A Supernatural x Reader Story MASTERLIST

So, this is the master post for a (quite extensive) ongoing Supernatural rewrite series featuring a lesbian reader who is developed into this older sister-type character to Sam and Dean. It’s sort of Charlie x Reader, but only in certain chapters. Kind of fluffy, kind of angsty, all that jazz. It starts at the end of season one and goes episode by episode, skipping a few along the way. If it seems like your kind of read, I’d really appreciate it if you checked it out, or if you tagged someone you think would enjoy it.

You can also follow the story through this ongoing series of GIF imagines!

This is the link to where you can find the story on Wattpad, if you prefer to read it there.

AND you can also follow me on Instagram��to stay updated (I’m a bit more active there).

(More under the cut)

Chapter One: Devil’s Trap

Chapter Two: In My Time of Dying

Chapter Three: Everybody Loves a Clown

Chapter Four: Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things

Chapter Five: Simon Said

Chapter Six: No Exit

Chapter Seven: Croatoan

Chapter Eight: Hunted

Chapter Nine: All Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter Ten: Bad Day at Black Rock

Chapter Eleven: Red Sky at Morning

Chapter Twelve: A Very Supernatural Christmas

Chapter Thirteen: Malleus Maleficarum

Chapter Fourteen: Jus in Bello

Chapter Fifteen: Time is on My Side

Chapter Sixteen: No Rest for the Wicked

Chapter Seventeen: The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo, Part One

Chapter Eighteen: The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo, Part Two

Chapter Nineteen: Reading is Fundamental

Chapter Twenty: There Will Be Blood

Chapter Twenty-One: Survival of the Fittest

Chapter Twenty-Two: Heartache

Chapter Twenty-Three: Citizen Fang

Chapter Twenty-Four: LARP and the Real Girl

Chapter Twenty-Five: Trial and Error

Chapter Twenty-Six: Man’s Best Friend with Benefits, Part One

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Man’s Best Friend with Benefits, Part Two

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Taxi Driver

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Pac-Man Fever, Part One

Chapter Thirty: Pac-Man Fever, Part Two

Chapter Thirty-One: Sacrifice

Chapter Thirty-Two: Devil May Care

Chapter Thirty-Three: I’m No Angel, Part One

Chapter Thirty-Four: I’m No Angel, Part Two

Chapter Thirty-Five: Slumber Party

Chapter Thirty-Six: Sharp Teeth

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Mother’s Little Helper

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Alex Annie Alexis Ann

[hunter-of-sorts]

Nice Dream

Request- Would it possibly be okay if you did a Charlie Bradbury story? like the reader and Charlie go to a LARP game for like maybe a convention or something and charlie shows the reader the ropes bc the reader has never been and they end up finding a case or something?

A/N- Um... It’s slightly different than requested, because things happened and ideas were formed, and I’m sorry about that but I hope you liked this anyway. It’s my first Charlie imagine so I’m sure it won’t be as good. I hope to do more stories of her since she more than deserves it! Tell me what you think! x)

Charlie x Reader

Word Count- 1766

“I can’t believe I let you rope me into this,” you say whilst trying not to smile.

 Charlie chuckled and elbowed you jokingly, “Roped you in? Me? Look at you. You’re having way too much fun right now.”

 “Charlie gave me this costume!” you said, almost as if protesting, but the truth of the matter was that you loved it. “Where did you even get this? It’s super detailed!”

 Though you said costume, it seemed much more than that. It could be taken for real armor. It was for a game you and Charlie played often called ‘Gears of War’.

 “A buddy of mine made it for me. I gave him your measurements and then sent this over,” she responded.

 “Oh okay,” you responded, but then you thought about it again, “Wait! My measurements? HOW?” you questioned.

 Charlie smiled, “Oh you know,” she said with a wink. “We’ve been together for a few months already. I was bound to find out sooner or later,” she said.

 “That makes no sense? Who in their right mind knows the measurement of their girlfriend in just a few months if ever,” you protested.

 She laughed, “I was kidding dude. My friend has my measurements and I sent him a picture of the two of us and he guesstimated.”

 “Oh...” you chuckled awkwardly. Luckily, you saw someone dressed as Batman so that distracted you. “Oh my god!” you said, trying not to shout. “That’s!”

 “Yup! See I knew you’d love this whole convention stuff,” Charlie said. “You want a picture with them?” she added, whilst taking out her camera.

 Your eyes widened, “I- I can do that?” you question. It probably looked funny to other people, especially in your armor, for you to be so flustered and excited.

 She laughed, “Yeah you can!” she started walking ahead of you and spoke with the man dressed as batman. She then waved you over.

 You tried not to look too enthusiastic as you walked over.

 “Nice armor,” he said.

 You smiled, “Thanks.”

 You stood next to him as Charlie pointed the camera at the both of you. “Say Jiminy Cricket Batman,” she teased, but you both said it anyways.

 “Thanks batman,” you say.

 “No problem,” he says as he walks away.

 You looked at Charlie, “And you said Hunter’s couldn’t possibly have fun at a con.”

 “What? Me? I’m pretty sure you’re the one who said it missy,” She retorted.

 “No- No I’m pretty sure it was me,” you said with a smug expression.

 “You wanted to go on a hunt today,” she said.

 You stopped walking, “Hunt?” you question. “What’re you talking about?” you inquired, not knowing what she was talking about.

 “What?” she responded?

 You chuckled, “You’re messing with me again Charlie?”

 “I would never,” she checked her watch and gasped dramatically, “It’s almost time!!!” she shouted.

 “Time for what?” you asked.

 “What do you mean for what? You promised you’d LARP!” she told you as she grabbed your hand and rushed through the crowds.

 “What? Really? I did?”

 “You’re really out of it huh?” she asked.

Before you could answer, you saw a bald man with blue markings, and for some reason you had the inkling to chase after them.

 “I’ll meet you there babe... I just... I have to check on something,” you say as you pull away from her.

 “Y/N no!” she shouted forcefully, but then she smiles as if that hadn’t happened, “Let’s just go or we’ll miss it.”

 “Charlie... I just... I really need to check this thing... I’ll catch up I promise,” you answer softly. You bring the hand she was still using to hold yours, kissed it, and let it go. You turned and chased after the familiar man. “That was weird,” you whispered under your breath. ‘That... That wasn’t the Charlie I know,’ you thought. Then you spotted the man, “Hey!” you shouted but he didn’t turn. It was hard to run through the crowd as they walked along. “Hey!” you shouted again, “Guy with the blue marks!” you added.

 He stopped for a moment and turned around. He was just a normal guy, and when you finally caught up to him, you didn’t know what to tell him. “What’s up?” he said.

 “Um... My girlfriend and I were kinda betting on what you were dressed as... can you uh clear that up for us,” you say, hoping he buys it.

 He nodded, “Oh... I’m dress as a Djinn, from these books called Supernatural.”

 “Supernatural... Why- What do they do?” you ask.

 He smiled, happy at your curiosity, “They pretty much put their victims to sleep and let them dream of the life they want so they could feed on them meanwhile. The only way to wake up from their poison is-”

 “To kill yourself...” you finish.

 He seemed surprised, “Yeah that’s it.”

 You smiled, “Thanks.”

 “No problem.”

 You face palm yourself, “To think my fantasy would be with Charlie.” Despite your situation you were still embarrassed. “Why couldn’t I have a break for once? This con was supposed to be... Wait!” you stopped in your track, “Is Charlie stuck with me too? Crap.”

 The more you ran to find something that’ll wake you, the more people crowded around you. You pushed through with all your might, but it continued to slow you down.

 At some point you made it to a small lunch area. You quickly headed for the kitchen. You looked for a knife and grabbed the closest one, pointing it at yourself.

  You gasp when you awoke from your dream. Tired as you were, you managed to clear your head, ‘Charlie isn’t with me,’ you said in your head. You remembered that she had invited you to a convention but you refused. You didn’t want to put her in any danger. Though you never really thought about why. Now you knew, it was because she meant so much to you.

 Now you had to, not only leave this place, but kill the jinn that you were hunting. Your hands were tied over your head and you didn’t have anything to help you cut it with.

 Luckily the jinn didn’t seem to be around at the moment. Your body still felt a little heavy so you waited. Even if the jinn did come, you had your boots on like you usually did. These boots were given to you by Charlie and here being the geek that she was, tried making boots she saw in a movie, with help of some friends of hers of course. The boots, if clicked together like in the Wizard of Oz, a blade would stick out of your dominant foot’s boot. If and when the djinn comes you could use the blade to stab him in his head, then take your time escaping.

 Just as you thought this, you heard someone coming so you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. When he was close enough, you swung your leg, embedding it on the side of his head. You did so another time for good measure. When he flopped on the floor and didn’t move for a good ten minutes, you sighed. You then readied yourself. You pulled yourself up with the chains around your wrists and wrapped your legs around them, and untangled the chains or tried to. There was a lock on them, so you lowered your head toward your hands and removed one of the bobby pins you had on. With that you picked the lock and unlocked it. You then slowly lowered yourself onto the ground and left like nothing happened.

 Of course, you walked slowly, trying not to fall over, but you made it to your car. You drove over to Charlie’s house, because at one point she had given you a key so you could crash at her place whenever you wanted. Though, since it wasn’t actually your home, you never went in without her being already inside, but today was different.

 You unlocked the door, as you have several times, and flopped onto her couch. You fell asleep again as you waited for her to come back. You knew it would take a while because she went to a convention and would stay there until they kicked everyone out.

 Several hours later~

 “Y/N?!” you heard her shout, waking you up.

 You slowly opened your eyes and smiled when you saw her, but that joy was shortly lived since your body hurt all over. “H-ey,” you said as you sat up, though your voice came out dry.

 “Hey? Dude you’re bleeding!” you exclaimed.

 You looked at your arm, which you had bandaged, and blood was seeping through. “Crap. Bring me your sewing kit yeah... and maybe your first aid kit too.”

 She didn’t say anything and just rushed to do so. “Why didn’t you call me?”

 “Didn’t wanna ruin your fun,” you said softly.

 “You’re an idiot,” she responded.

 “That’s not something you say to someone that’s bleeding on your couch,” you say, trying to chuckle, only for it to hurt.

 “What did this to you?”

 “Something dead,” you responded.

 “Y/N...”

 You sighed, as you began sewing the cut closed. “A Jinn.”

 “Those are the guys with the blue marks?”

 You nodded, “Yup.”

 “Did it get you?” she questioned.

 “Yup. Had a nice dream,” you answered.

 “Only you would say that even though you could’ve died.”

 “It’s my job,” you responded. ‘Only you would get angry at me,’ you thought. You were pretty happy being with the real Charlie even though you weren’t together.

 “Dying isn’t your job-” she starts.

 “Yeah I know. Living is,” you finished.

 “That’s right.” She plopped down next to you and helped you clean the blood off. “So what did you dream about?”

 “Me and you went to that con,” you chuckled.

 “What? Really?” she said, trying not to smile.

 “Really...” you answered.

 “Of all things why that?” she asked.

 “Hm? I dunno. It might be cause I like you Bradbury, but who can really know?” you said.

 She chuckled, “Yeah.” There was a pause where none of you said anything. “Wait! What?”

 “What?” you repeated.

 “No- no- no- you can’t do that what? You like me? What? I didn’t even know you were into girls? Since when? What?” she rambled.

 “Doesn’t matter since when. You could do what you want with that information. I think I’m happy either way.”

 “Y/N you big sap!” she said and hugged you.

 “Ow,” you said, though you chuckled.

 “Oh sorry!” she shouted.

 You smiled and looked at her, her eyes met with yours, and you both smiled.

Hope you liked it! x)

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Hey guys.. Me here.. I wanted to apologize for how long ive been gone. I promise Im not abandoning stories, or you, Ive just been working seven days a week on top of being a single mom. I also struggle with Major depressive disorder and BPD. Ive been having some swings as of late, which resulted in me sleeping for almost 3 days straight after not sleeping for at least that many. My depression is pretty low rn, and i just cant find it in me to write. I keep rereading the same stories over and over again trying to find something, anything to spark writing the next chapter and i just cant.

I dont want to force something out and have it be terrible, so to all my followers and readers, Im sorry. I am actively trying to get better but the unfortunate reality is that its hard. And its even more unfortunate that most of you probably have the same struggle I do. I will try to get back to writing as soon as I possibly can, I promise. 

But in asking that let me list off the stories that I have going. PLEASE PLEASE comment and let me know which one you guys are looking forward to most, so that when I am ready, I can try and focus on the most wanted ones first. 

On this page, (yes I have 2 that I normally write on) the only story I have going is Snakes and a Little Lion. But I have a few ideas,

DracoxMuggle

WolfstarxPotterSister

SiriusxReaderxRegulus

MattheoxReader (2 of these)

DracoxReaderxMattheo

TheodorexReader (3 of these)

CharliexReader

MauradersxOlderRiddleDaughter

PolySlytherinsxReader

DracoxReader (4 of these)

So if you like one character I write for better than the others, or if you want to see a certain character please let me know.

Your comments make me feel good, just like all the love and reblogs. I appreciate you all.

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short sequel to my first published charliexreader fic :P

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Hey you!

I just wanted to let you know that you definitely are valid. And i really appreciate the hours of work you put into it! Writing fics isn't easy - i tried to start writing one. A very innocent charliexreader one. Nothing too exciting. But anyway i learned that it is hard. And you write soo much, and have such a pleasant way of writing. I Enjoy the content you're putting out. Keeep doing what you do!

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Show and Don’t Tell

Pairing: CharlieXreader

Disclaimers: slight smut? More of a make out session I guess, crying, ANGST

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I paired these two requests together because I figured Charlie could be considered as a Wayward Sister but if y’all want another oneshot with another Wayward Sister I.E. Claire, Alex, etc. let me know!

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Y/N had never felt more alive than she did right now, sitting on top of her scratchy blankets in her bedroom in the bunker, electricity feeling as if it ran through her entire body. It began at their lips that danced across each other, traveling down to their arms and into their bellies where butterflies fluttered their wings in excitement with a touch of fear. Electricity sparked through their hands and fingers as they trailed each other’s bodies their hands wandering to uncharted territories.

Y/N ran her fingers through the short hairs at the base of Charlie’s neck, subconsciously pulling her closer and closer. Charlie’s hands traveled underneath Y/N’s shirt, her warm skin prickling against Charlie’s cold touch making Y/N shiver with pleasure.

They gasped for air but continued to go slow as Charlie gently laid Y/N down onto the bed, her hands snaking to the material of her bra, reaching around the back to unclip it as she tore it from her body.

Y/N’s hands moved from Charlie’s hair down to her shirt, gripping it in a fist as she pulled her closer, taking the crumpled shirt by the hem and swiftly pulling it off of her, their lips only parting momentarily before crashing back down together.

Adrenaline and electricity and heat all mixed together as they continued to make out on the bed, their hearts thudding behind their rib cages, sweat beginning to bead on their foreheads. Charlie pulled away momentarily, eliciting a groan from Y/N but was quickly shushed when Charlie began to reach for the button of Y/N’s jeans when a loud set a footsteps echoed down the hallway just outside of her room.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she pulled away from Charlie, re buttoning her pants as she stuffed her long forgotten bra under her bed. Charlie nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden change in Y/N’s demeanor, she wouldn’t have even heard the footsteps if it weren’t for Y/N being on high alert all the time. She quickly snatched her t-shirt from off of the floor and threw it back over her head.

“Shit,” Y/N whispered as she frantically smoothed down her and Charlie’s hair just as a knock came at the door. “Come in!”

The door opened slightly as Sam popped his head inside, oblivious to what had just been happening. He peered in at the two who looked as if to be just talking on Y/N’s bed. 

“Dinner will be ready in 10.” He said. Y/N and Charlie nodded, doing their best to show him their most convincing smiles.

“We’ll be out in a few.” Y/N said, enough for Sam to nod and leave them to it again. 

Once his footsteps were out of earshot Y/N breathed out a breath of relief as she fell backwards onto her bed, her heart pounding even louder than before. She threw an arm over her eyes, thanking every god out there that Sam hadn’t caught them. 

Y/N could feel Charlie’s eyes on her as if they were burning a hole through her skull. Y/N peaked out from under her arm, “What?”

“When are you going to tell them?” She asked, taking Y/N’s other hand in hers. “We’ve been together for five months. You’ve seen how close they get to finding out for themselves.”

Y/N ran her teeth over her bottom lip. She knew Charlie was right, like usual, but something inside her always stopped her right when she was about to come out and say it. 

I’m gay.

Those two words she just couldn’t seem to spit out. 

She’d known for a while. After her first boyfriend when she was fourteen she’d come to the conclusion that boys just weren’t her thing. Girls, though...girls she could roll with after she first tested the waters when she was sixteen with Catherine Thomas when they played seven minutes in heaven at an all girls sleepover. Damn did she wish those seven minutes lasted longer. It never really lasted, however, because of the life they lived Y/N had to leave town again off to a new state and a new school, leaving Catherine Thomas and her cherry bomb lip gloss behind.

Since then, Y/N battled with who she was. Did she really like girls or was she just confused? Maybe she would have better luck this time around with a guy considering she was much older now. These along with numerous others were what used to keep Y/N up at night, until she met Charlie. 

Charlie was the game changer. Nobody had ever made Y/N feel the way Charlie did. So loved and appreciated. She knew that after just a few weeks of dating her that this was who she was meant to be.

Which was why this was so hard for Y/N. She knew who she was and, most importantly, had finally accepted herself. She hated that she was hiding such a big part of her life from her brothers but her fear stemmed from the idea that they would turn their backs on their sister even after all they’ve been through.

Y/N sat up, pulling the bra from out under the bed, clipping it back in place. “I’ll tell them. When the time’s right-”

“No, Y/N.” Charlie said firmly, making Y/N’s eyes fly up to meet hers. “You have to tell them, tonight. I’ll be there with you the whole time. You have nothing to worry about.”

Y/N searched Charlie’s face, her eyes raking over the features she couldn’t seem to ever get enough of. “Charlie, I- I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if they look at me differently?” Y/N blurted, not able to look Charlie in the eyes. “What if they don’t accept me?”

Charlie sighed. It broke her heart that Y/N was having such an internal battle about coming out to Sam and Dean. Charlie moved Y/N’s Y/H/C hair from her face, “Y/N...your brothers are going to love you no matter who or what you are. And I know it’s scary, but, you have to be brave...just like how Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to be brave during the battle of Hogwarts.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but was unable to contain her smile, leaning in to peck Charlie on the lips, “Okay. I’ll tell them. For you.”

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“Dean, I thought you were making dinner not ordering it.” Sam said, his face contorted as he skipped over the boxes of pizza and straight for the salad. 

“Actually, you told me that I was on dinner duty.” Dean corrected as he reached over the table to grab another slice of pizza from the middle of the table. “You never said I had to cook.”

“You could’ve picked something that wasn’t so...soggy.” Cas said, poking his uneaten pizza with a fork.

Dean rolled his eyes, “It’s grease, Cas. And it’s the best part, are you kidding?”

“Cas has a point,” Charlie laughed, throwing her napkin onto her plate. She glanced to Y/N sitting next to her who hadn’t said more than a word the whole dinner. 

Y/N’s behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Sam, Dean, or Cas either. They all watched her carefully, studying her body language as if it would lead to some clue as to why she was being so quiet.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Sam asked, taking notice of her constantly bouncing leg. 

Y/N’s head shot up to Sam, clearing her throat before nodding, “Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine.” 

Charlie lightly nudged Y/N under the table with her knee, motioning to the rest of the table. If it wasn’t going to happen tonight, Charlie was sure it would be another year before she told them. Sam, Dean and Cas eyed each other before their eyes traveled back to Y/N.

Y/N swallowed past the lump forming in her throat as she clenched her fist, trying her hardest to form a coherent sentence. She took a deep breath through her nose, closed her eyes, and looked her brothers in the eye. “Actually I...I have to tell you guys something.”

“Y/N, c’mon.” Dean said worriedly, “You’re scaring us.”

“I um...Charlie...is more than just a friend. I’m- I’m gay.”

“How long?” Dean asked immediately, a question that took them all by surprise.

Y/N’s eyes nervously darted to his, “How long what?”

“How long have you and Charlie been...together?”

Y/N bit her lip as she shifted in her seat, picking at the hang nail on her thumb. “Almost six months.”

Silence fell over the room like a thick blanket, none of them sure what to say or how to react which made Y/N begin to panic even more. Sam’s mouth opened and closed but no words came out. Dean’s face was contorted in confusion before he wiped his hands on his napkin and slid his chair backwards, Y/N’s heart falling at the action.

“I need a minute.” The only words he managed to mutter out as he left the kitchen, turning right down the hallway his footsteps becoming more and more distant.

Y/N slouched forward, her worst fears coming to fruition. She kept her eyes trained at her hands in her lap, not able to even look up at Sam or even Cas in fear of what they’d think of her.

Charlie watched on in shock at how the scene was unfolding. She expected a lot of reactions, however, never in a million years would she have thought one of them would have to leave the room. She felt awful; she knew she was the reason Y/N was in the spot she was in. Guilt gripped her at the throat like a vice.

Sam’s head bounced between the doorway and his baby sister, unsure where to even begin. But he knew he’d have to deal with Dean later. Right now, his sister needed him most. “Y/N...Y/N, look at me.” Tears pricked Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head, denying his request but Sam prodded. “Y/N, please.”

Y/N ran a hand under her nose as she looked up at him. Her big brother. Her protector, her best friend and confidant. Y/N’s red rimmed eyes only broke Sam’s heart even more. He slid his chair closer to hers, bringing her hands in his as he moved the hair back from her face.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t, Sam.” She said, shaking her head. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t act like everything’s okay!” She nearly shouted. “Everything is far from okay, it’s- you hate me, don’t you?”

Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She really thought he’d hate her because of the way she was? “Y/N, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

Y/N paused, “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Sam ran a soothing hand over his sister’s. “Especially for something like this. Y/N it’s...it’s who you are. I don’t care who you love or how you love. Frankly, it’s not for me to decide. I love you no matter if you liked girls or, or guys or both or neither...None of that matters to me.”

Y/N felt a lot of things in that moment: relief, joy, acceptance. She was glad to know at least one of her brothers would be there for her. She quickly threw her arms around Sam as he pulled her close, kissing her temple. 

“Thank you.”

With the relief, with all the joy in the world, and the acceptance from Sam also came fear, tension, and trepidation when it came to Dean.

She pulled away from Sam, sitting back in her seat. “I need to talk to Dean, don’t I?”

Sam sadly nodded. He hated the way Dean had reacted and he was sure to give him an earful about it later, but for now, this was a mountain Y/N needed to climb. Sam could only do so much, could only give a push before sending her on her way.

“He’ll come around.” Sam reassured to both Y/N and Charlie. “He will.”

“If it’s any consolation, Y/N,” Cas said from across the table. “I am utterly indifferent to sexual orientation.”

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That night, after they cleaned up the kitchen, Y/N retreated to her room still feeling like in so many ways she’d let Dean down. She wished she’d just kept her mouth closed.

As Y/N laid in her bed well into the night she heard a small knock come from outside of her room at around three o’clock in the morning. She sat up in her bed as Dean peaked his head in, his face softening as he saw her.

“You can come in.” Y/N said quietly as she patted the bed next to her. Dean shuffled in, closing the door behind him as he sat on her bed, staring at the wall ahead of him. Moments of silence passed before either of them spoke.

“I’m sorry,” Dean began, now looking at Y/N. He shook his head, “I should never have left that damn room.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Y/N said, “I shouldn’t have put that on you-”

“No no no no,” Dean said, shaking his head as he turned to fully look at his sister. “you shouldn’t be apologizing, alright? What I said, about you and Charlie...I wasn’t upset that you told us you were gay.”

Y/N’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion, “You weren’t?”

“No,” Dean said, a smile playing at his lips. “I was upset you didn’t tell me sooner.”

Y/N watched him closely, making sure he wasn’t pulling her leg. “You’re mad...that I waited so long to tell you?”

“Y/N, you’re my little sister. I want you to be able to tell me anything and when I found out you’d been hiding this for so long, it hurt. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”

Y/N had never breathed such a fresh breath of air than she did after what Dean had told her. A weight of a million tons feeling as if it were instantly lifted. She smiled, wiping at the skin under her eyes.

“Woah,” Dean said, his hands held up, “what did I say? Should I take all of that back because I will-”

“No, Dean,” Y/N laughed. “They’re happy tears. Really, really happy tears.”

Dean seemed to visibly relax at this, bringing his sister in for a hug, wrapping his long arms around her. 

“So,” Dean said as she pulled away, his eyebrows wiggling, “you and Charlie, huh?”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile at just the thought of her, “Yeah...me and Charlie.”

“You picked a good one,” Dean smiled, patting her leg before standing as he headed for the door, turning on his heels with one last thought. “You know, another pretty good thing came out of this.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I’ll never have to worry about you,” he began, pointing at her, “getting pregnant.”

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back as she nodded, “No baby making here.”

“You know, now that you two are officially a thing, I’m still going to have to interrogate her. Gotta make sure anybody who dates my baby sister treats her right.”

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One-Bar Town

I’ve got a drabble for all you heart-broken people out there based on the song I Lost You by Dylan Scott. (444 words) Song 11 from Deluxe Edition

There’s a kind of charm to a one-bar town. Everyone knows everyone else. There are those two or three older people with nicknames that no one knows the story behind. The high school English teacher taught your parents and went to school with your grandparents. You can always go to the florist and tell her about your day over a bottle of beer, knowing that she won’t tell your parents you’ve been drinking. Graduation day is the biggest celebration of the year with tears of excitement and promises to come back and visit on breaks from college.

One-bar towns are one of a kind. Small and resilient. Nothing changes, but nothing stays the same. You leave, but you get pulled right back. You can fall in and out of love.

But one-bar towns only have one place to drink your sorrows away.

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the opposite end of the counter from your ex. It was a week since she broke up with you, and you’d discovered that avoiding each other in a one-bar town was impossible.

You loved Charlie. The two of you had grown up down the street from each other. You were each other’s first kisses back in middle school, but somehow you hadn’t become more than friends until you left for college and were roommates in the dorms. Four years of college and a nearly perfect relationship fell apart once you both graduated and moved back home.

Now you were sitting on your side of the invisible line drawn down the middle of the bar, trying not to pay her any attention. You were here to drink like you had nothing to lose.

And it truly felt like you didn’t have anything to lose because you’d already lost her.

She’d been your everything.

But she decided that you weren’t her everything.

You grew up in a one-bar town. You knew how to bounce back from hardship. You’d learned to keep going through the tough times. There was no other option. So you would get over this. You would get over Charlie. You’d find someone else in time.

But until then, you sat on your side of this one-bar town and would drink away the hurt until one day you didn’t have any hurt to drink away. Until one day, it wouldn’t hurt to see Charlie talk to another woman. You would drink until the day you could drown the memory of her.

You’d put all of yourself into your relationship with her, and you would always love her. And yet, you had lost her. She was sitting not fifteen feet from you, but you lost her.

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Demander a Charlie de t'aider pendant une chasse dangereuse... Ask Charlie to help you during a dangerous hunt ...

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Imagine that your bff is Charlie and you met the boys for the first time in a bar . Ever since that night you're head over heals in love with (Sam or Dean) and you don't know about the monsters the lurk around.

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The Talk

Pairing- DeanxReader. CharliexReader. SamWords number- 1400

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You don’t even know why you thought it would be a great idea, going out with your stalker? What were you even thinking.

Here you were sitting in the bar with this dude that followed you around and lurked everywhere you went

Just amazing isn’t it?Now he was talking about boring stuff and sure yeah, he was a nice guy. But you didn’t want nice! You were done with nice. Nice guys don’t let you have fun, nice guys are just so cliche and right now you wanted more. Sure thinking about it like that you sounded like a bitch but what could you possibly do?

The heart wants what the heart wants!

“So, Y/n! What do you want to do afterwards in life?” Tyler asked you “Huh?” You asked unsure, you just wanted to get this date over with

A date in a cheap bar, with sluts and bimbos everywhere. Just want an opportunity to launch themselves at Tyler, not that you cared.

“In life, get married have kids become a housewife!” He smiled and you cringed. Is that all he thought women could do? Sit at home and give birth?“OH MY GOD Y/N! Are you cheating on me? After everything we went through?” A green eyes man popped right next to your table, a very sexy and handsome might you add“Umm..I..” you were confused, that guy was a beauty, with his dirty blonde hair and the freckles that attacked his face, his candy apple green eyesYou were in a trance But you never saw the guy in your life“HOW COULD YOU?” He said angrily, banging his fist on the table, making Tyler jump a little “I was at home preparing for our three months anniversary and here you are with this asshole?” The stranger glared at Tyler, which made Tyler very uneasy.Tyler looked at you and the stranger, he coughed awkwardly “Look man, I think it’s a misunderstanding. I thought Y/n here was single!” Tyler pointed at you and you wanted to roll your eyes “I think I will just leave now, let you two sort it out?” Tyler said as he awkwardly got up and walked away

The stranger was now smirking, winking at you, he took Tyler’s seat“That was a gift from your friend over there!” He said licking his lips as he pointed behind youYou turned back to see your best friend Charlie approaching you with a very, very tall man.He looked like ThorOr maybe betterThe man had long brown hair, and his eyes color you couldn’t really say, you don’t even think there is a color name for such a beauty“Hope I didn’t scare you!” The green eyed man chuckled, his voice was like a melody to your ears“No..” you said awkwardly, not sure of what you should doCharlie slid in the seat next to you laughing, as the tall man sat next to the green eyes guy“You are welcome!” Charlie laughed“Charlie!” You smiled hugging her “What the hell was that?” You said trying to look angry“I saved you from a clearly blind date!” Charlie said in her ‘duh!’ Tone“Hey, kiddo!” The green eyed spoke “it was me who basically saved her!” He smirked“Where are my manners!” Charlie laughed “Y/n, this is Sam and this is Dean!” She introduced you “guys, this is Y/n! My best friend and second sister!” “Nice meeting you Y/n!” Dean, the green eyed spoke“Like wise!” You said shyly“So what were you doing on a date with that guy? You clearly looked uncomfortable!” Sam, the tall guy laughed“That obvious, huh?” You smiled“Well I always told you, you suck a choosing men!” Charlie said as she grabbed your drink and drowned it in one go“Yeah sure Charlie, her have my drink! No problem you are welcome!” You mumbled rolling your eyes, and you heard Dean chuckleFor some reason you were proud that you could make a man as sexy as him smile

“I like her!” Dean hummed to Charlie pointing at you“Hey! She is off limits! Go find yourself a bimbo, Dean!” Charlie said protectively and you wanted to strangle her, here you were trying to get Dean’s attention and she was blowing up your chances“I can defend my own self, thank you very much!” You glared at her and she smiled“Feisty!” Dean smirked and you blushed a little“What are you doing here anyway?” You asked Charlie and for a moment you felt the three have a silent conversation between them“Work!” They all said together and you knew there was something off about them“Really!?” You said folding your hands in front of you “And what prey tell is the work?” You said looking between them“Just stuff!” Charlie shrugged“It’s confidential!” Sam said seriously“Right!” You scoffed “last I heard, you were flying solo!” You said to Charlie“And smart!” Dean smirked again“Well mister, I hope whatever ‘work’ you are doing, Charlie isn’t in danger!” You said seriously “or else I will hunt you down and we will have a little chat!” You said meaning every wordCharlie laughed awkwardly “She gets carried away!” She laughed“Last time you had ‘work’ you broke your elbow!” You said annoyed“Yeah, memories!” She laughed and Sam shook his head in disapproval.

You and the guys and Charlie sat there for the whole night, drinking and laughing.It was so great and everything was just so right. But the more you drank the more you wanted to jump on the table and kiss the hell out of Dean Winchester.

Around 2a.m Sam and Charlie called it a night and went back to their motel rooms and it was just you and Dean. And hell he was just tempting you more and more.

“You know I could beat your ass in this game, I’m just letting you win, out of my kind heart!” Dean said as he took his shot, missing the ball. Apprently you both thought playing pool while drunk is a good idea“That’s what you said the last two games!” You laughed “I’m just a gentleman, sweetheart!” Dean laughed and you wanted to record it, so that you could hear it anytime you liked

You dot know how you don’t know when, but one thing lead to another and the next thing you know, you and Dean are stuffed into a bathroom stall and kissingYour legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth fierce and hot on your skin, sucking at it and leaving his mark, marking his property for the nightYour hands in his hair, tugging at it. And your head thrown back enjoying every second of it.

“Let’s take this to my room.” He moaned on your skin, and even though, you didn’t want to move, the idea of what all he could do to you if he had extra place, was so tempting.You nodded at him, not trusting to use your own voice, right now.“Meet me outside, I will pay the bill and come.” He said and you hummed in response .

You got out of the bar, waiting near the car he described for you, it was cold and windy and you missed Dean’s touch.“Y/n!” A familiar voice called and you turned towards it“Tyler?” You asked confused“I need to talk to you!” He said as he grabbed your hand.You tried to protest, tried pushing him away, but his grin was so hard on you. It like he had some kind of superpowers

Suddenly you found yourself in a dark alley and you were shoved into a wall“Tyler, are you crazy!” You yelled at himHe closed the gap between you, animalistic sound escaped his mouth and you flinched back“I thought you would be an easy meal, no social life and a boring job. No one would miss you!” He growled at you “and then that ass shows up and now I have to wait an entire night to have my meal!”“What the hell are you saying!” You said annoyedSuddenly he opened his mouth very wide, and very pointed scary teeth erupted from his gum“What the fuck!?” You shivered, your eyes wide“I’m a vampire bitch!” He said as he launched himself at your neckA scream escaped your mouth but before you could feel any pain, Tyler’s head was rolling down the alley

There stood, the man of the hour. Dean Winchester with a machete in his hand, panting tiredly. Sam and Charlie behind him looking worried And you stood there eyes wide

“So, that was awkward!” Charlie said sheepishly “What the fuck?” You said freaked out, looking at all the three“So which one of you is going to give her the talk?” Dean asked as he looked at you, licking his lips.