Just A Smalltown Girl Living In A Winchester World

Jensen Ackles // 2022 SXSW Film Festival Portrait Studio (Photo by Robby Klein)

Jensen Ackles // Entertainment Weekly

“Christ! Soldier Boy!”

I love how Supernatural ended, with Dean enjoying his freedom and knowing what unconditional love feels like, Dean and Miracle, living a long and happy life! 🤡

Word Count: 1197

Rating: Safe for everyone!

Characters: Steve Rogers, reader

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: none

The first time you saw him was through your doorbell camera. You hadn’t thought it was necessary, but your dad insisted on getting one since it was your first time living alone. And what a great gift it turned out to be. The new delivery guy sure was something to look at. Blonde hair, broad shoulders, too tight brown shirt showing off his pecs and biceps.

“Damn! Quarantine has turned me into a thirsty bitch,” you said to yourself as you replayed the video on your phone.

You were very happy when the hot delivery guy showed up on your camera notifications again a few days later. Curious though, he wasn’t dressed in the same uniform he was in last time. Not that you had analyzed the other video down to the smallest, most muscular detail. Nope. Not at all. This time he was in blue mesh shorts and a red shirt. Still delightfully tight though. Maybe they loosened up the uniform requirements. After all, these delivery guys were making the world go ‘round right now.

The third time, he was in, be still your heart, a tight white tank and black shorts. And, holy shit! He actually rang the bell! You were not prepared for this. You were dressed in pajama pants and a work blouse. It was your business up top, comfy on the bottom zoom meeting uniform. Thankfully, you realized you could answer your doorbell from your phone.

“Umm… hello?” You said as you tentatively talked through the app on your phone.

Word Count: 1016

Rating: Safe for everyone!

Characters: reader, Bucky, Amy (OC)

Pairings: Bucky x Amy

Warnings: mentions of quarantine and Covid-19 

After four weeks of lock down due to Covid-19, fresh air was a must. It was still too cold to open your apartment’s windows, but you were lucky enough to have a balcony. And so were all of your neighbors. People were on their balconies at all hours of the day and night, creating quite the cacophony in the courtyard created by the backs of the buildings. You wouldn’t expect less from the city that never sleeps. But you found that if you timed it right, just around sunrise, you were one of only a handful of balcony sitters. 

The morning was particularly chilly. You wrapped up in a big, bulky sweater and took your coffee out to the balcony. You savored the few minutes of peace and quiet before your work day of zoom meetings, phone calls, and text messages began.

“God damn it, Bucky!” Your neighbor flew out of her sliding glass door like a bat out of hell. “I’m not a fucking child!”

“I know you’re not! Children can’t operate a dishwasher. All I’m saying is that a little order wouldn’t kill you!”

You tried your best to ignore them, but it was hard when your balconies were a mere 6 feet apart. 

“‘A little order?’ You can have all the order you want as soon as this quarantine is over and you can get the fuck out of my apartment!” Your neighbor slammed the door closed, leaving her still fuming boyfriend on the balcony.

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist

Summary: Dean is fed up with a lot of things about the Coronavirus and safety guidelines, but he’s got a compelling reason to follow them. Sometimes it’s funny what a little faith can do.

Warnings: Obviously everything surrounding the ‘Rona, mentions of terminal illness, some angst, some feels but a positive ending

A/N: @rileynicole1967​ requested a Dean x reader fic based on “Six Feet Apart” by Alec Benjamin. This is definitely not what you asked for because it took a weird turn, BUT it was very therapeutic for me to write and I still managed to give it the ending you asked for. So I appreciate the request more than you know :) 

[IF you happen to be curious about the inspiration behind this:   I’ve been in a rough place for quite some time– hence my Tumblr absence. Not that the self-disclosure is really needed, but my grandma is in really bad shape with her cancer and I’ve been trying to make things work with a guy who very well could have been “The One” under non-’Rona circumstances. I’ve been caught in a terrible, anxiety-inducing middle between obviously wanting to date and spend time with a guy who is out in the world everyday, but only being able to do so much without risking my grandma’s health. Aaand kind of mine too. Stupid faulty meatsuit haha. Anyway. Life has been so stinking heavy but this helped a little.]

Keys. 

Mask. 

Wallet. 

Phone.

It was routine now. Dean had gone through the process so many times that his body practically went on autopilot as he grabbed the items on his way out of the motel room he’d checked into late last night.

There were days he thought the guidelines were frustrating, inconvenient, and even a little pointless. He knew he’d probably get the virus at some point anyway and he’d made peace with that. Maybe he’d be able to fight it off just fine, maybe he wouldn’t. But the chances of that happening were like anything else in life. Even if the world had managed to come to an eerie halt, that didn’t mean it applied to people like him and Sam who still had work to do. 

Although he knew he had everything he needed, he checked his pockets again just to be sure. If it were up to him, truthfully he wouldn’t even bother with the mask or the “social distancing” crap. 

But it wasn’t just about him anymore. And he couldn’t afford to take any chances.

Oh, I miss you most at six feet apart when you’re

Right outside my window, but can’t ride inside my car

And it hurts to know just how lovely you are

And be too far away to hold, but close enough to break my heart

I miss your smile

Feels like miles

Six feet apart

Okay, I am going to give you one simple word and you’ll give me back a gif related with it. It’s that clear?

Does supernatural fandom have gif for everything? Let’s see.

The word is: candle

How about: pasta

All right.

Pepper

Another good hammock one!

This coming week I'm going to do Trivia! One question a day. You can only answer once.

I'll pick out of whoever answers right, and you get a prize! It will be a free decal from my shop.

7 days, 7 different questions and decals.

Rules:

Must be following KMacsJewelry

Can only answer once by reblogging with your answer.

Questions will be posted 8 AM MT.

Winners will be picked nightly at 7 PM mountain time.

Summary: It's finally the end of the monster chasing life for Dean Winchester. A life he never thought he would have falls into his lap when a little girl who has no one makes him a father. And you can't help the crush on your new student's Dad.

Pairing: Daddy! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Canon Violence and Adult Language.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten.