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previous chapter ٠࣪⭑ pt.1

chapter contents ٠࣪⭑ baby daddy!Dean x single mom!reader, age gap implied (5yrs), non-explicit, soft Dean, soft/sensitive reader implied, oblivious baby daddy Dean, mentions of loneliness, no major reader appearance descriptions, s8 Dean (vibes/age, not plot), multi part series, 3.2k word count

notes ٠࣪⭑ this is kinda dialogue heavy but I think it fits the story, I didn’t really know the direction to take after part one so I hope you like it! (and dw we’ll get out of the park soon lol)

You felt the wooden bench creak under someone's weight right beside you and your things, already about to move to make more space for the stranger or come up with an excuse to take over the whole bench if they seem creepy.

You turned your face to the coffee cup held out in front of you, then to the person attached to it.

“never got the chance to get you that coffee yesterday” Dean's voice murmured, almost shy, but it was hidden well under that trademark smirk of his.

Your stomach felt weird— whether it was from butterflies or guilt you didn’t know— but your lips pulled into a soft smile anyway.

“I didn’t know the offer still stood, y’know with the whole being a mother thing” you’d quipped, tone soft but you weren’t joking all that much. You took the cup anyway.

“of course it still stood,” he said, his tone oddly gentle, now offering more of a smile than a smirk.

You could feel a warmth bloom on your cheeks— traitors.

“thank you,” you murmured, trying not to meet his eyes too much, the same eyes that you see everyday on your little girl.

To say you were surprised to see him again was an understatement. You thought he’d be out of here by now, or at the least avoiding you since you're obviously not in the usual hookup territory, especially not now. You had a daughter to worry about. Even though you wanted him to stay away for obvious reasons, your soul still craved that attention and rare adult male human interaction, but you wished it wasn’t coming from the accidental father to your child.

Dean sat next to you, your brown and pink floral “mommy bag” as you call it, settled between. The bag that contains anything and everything a child or mama could need while away from home, ranging anywhere from snacks to pain killers to emergency plushies.

You took a sip of the coffee, eyes still primarily on Delaney while she played with her toy horses with another little girl she somehow already made friends with, and you smiled at the taste. Recognizing it was from your favorite cafe, coincidentally it was the one you used to work at. Reckon, there weren’t many coffee shops to choose from, it is a small town after all.

“is it alright? I didn't really know what you liked so I took a guess-” there was that shyness in his voice again.

“no, you’re okay— it’s perfect, thank you.” you murmured with a soft smile, catching his eyes for just a second before turning your attention back to your daughter.

He’d smiled to himself, taking a sip of his own coffee. He watched your gaze, landing on Delaney. He’s not around kids often but her youthful wonder made his chest feel uncharacteristically warm and fuzzy. It was nice to see there were kids that actually got to enjoy their childhood. 

“how old is she?” He murmured, watching her pigtails bounce with every animated movement, “if you don’t mind me askin 'o course” he looked back at you.

A little wave of panic flared in you, but you ignored it. There’s no way he’d connect the dots… hopefully.

“she’ll be five in a few days,” you said with a little smile. This time of year was always so bittersweet. Delaney was growing (too fast in your opinion) and you’re always brought back to her first few days earth-side. Simultaneously, the most lonely and most beautiful days of your life. 

Dean smiled, seeing that little flicker in your eye. Any eldest sibling has gotten a taste of that feeling.

“bittersweet, huh?” He murmured warmly, still looking at you, breaking your train of thought.

“yeah” you replied just above a whisper, looking away again, taking a sip of your coffee and letting the warmth and taste of the drink conquer over your sudden emotions.

 A silence comfortable yet buzzing with tension fell over you two, the sounds of children’s laughter and the squeaky playground equipment filling the air. It was a nice early summer morning, not too hot or muggy, just enough cloud cover and shade that you didn’t need to lather Delaney in sunscreen.

“how’d you know where we were?” You’d inquired after a moment, head turning to look at Dean, now realizing he just might be a stalker.

He froze just a little, scratching the back of his neck with an almost sheepish look.

“I uh— well I saw you the day before yesterday, you were sitting here reading a-and when I’d gotten the guts to say hi yesterday you were here at the same time, so I figured you’d be here today too” he said with a shy grin,

“...I am now realizing how creepy that sounds”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a chuckle bubbling up without your permission. You shook your head a little with a smile.

“I swear I’m not some stalker—” he said with a soft laugh alongside yours.

“It’s okay I believe you” you murmured with a smile, taking another sip of your coffee, your heart feeling lighter than it should.

“why did the offer still stand, anyway?” You’d asked gently after a moment, “The coffee I mean— I appreciate it of course, but I’m not really in the market for… spending nights with a guy, cause well—” your hand gestured to Delaney who was now galloping and skipping around as if she was riding a horse. You couldn’t help but blurt it out, a shyness in your words, you just needed to know why he’s still around.

Dean was almost caught off guard, not in a bad way but he didn't really know what the answer was himself. There was just something about you that drew him in, even more than years ago, like a moth to a flame. Sure, at first maybe he wanted to have a night like you’d shared before, after all he’s still Dean Winchester the man who can’t be tied down. But… he saw you and your little girl, and he knew he wanted to get to know you. He didn’t even know why he knew, this wasn’t something that happened often, or ever really; but he couldn’t help it or stop it even if he wanted to.

“no, yeah! O-of course— I uh I didn’t” a nervous chuckle left his lips, “I guess I just wanted to talk to you… I hope you don’t think I’m just some douche who just wants to get in your pants… again”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sudden nervousness, he almost sounded like you. Your hand inadvertently reached out and settled on his knee, giving a mindless squeeze for a sort of reassurance. You realized what you were doing and pulled your hand back.

“It’s okay Dean— sorry, I’m just not really used to the adult attention, I guess” you chuckled a little. Looking back at your daughter.

Dean kept looking at you though, a small (now less nervous) smile on his lips. He looked at the way the late morning sun illuminated your hair and made it look like you were almost glowing, his eyes trailed down the slope of your nose and over to the little crinkles by your eyes that appeared when you smiled at your daughter, his gaze lingering on your lips a little before starting all over again.

“I find that hard to believe” he murmured, softer than intended, no smirk or wink or cheesy pickup line attached either. 

Your neck practically snapped to look at him again, catching his eyes that were still glued to you. His intense stare made your stomach flutter and your cheeks pink like some teenager— you’re 28 get ahold of yourself!

“mommy, mommy!” and just like that your trances were broken by a distressed preschooler running towards you.

“what's wrong, baby?” You cooed, reaching for Delaney to sooth whatever caused the frown on her little face.

“my horsie is broken!” her pout worsened with every syllable, she held up the broken pieces. Her mini black plastic stallion and its two severed legs on display.

“aw hunny, I’m sorry, I’m sure we can fix it when we get home” your words only seemed to worsen her anguish.

“hey kiddo— I think I have some superglue in my car, you want me to see if I can fix it for ya?” Dean's voice soothed over Delaney's soft wines.

Her face lit up with hope despite her pout still being intact. She nodded her head with a little “yes, please” and a sniffle, to which he just smiled and made his way to his car, even at a little jog as if it was a real emergency. You watched him open his trunk and search for the little bottle. He still had that same impala, the kinda car that was so sexy and sleek it could even make non-car people jealous.

Sure enough he came back with the glue in hand, crouching down to Delaney's level to assess the situation.

“alright let’s see—“ he took the pieces in his hands, examining them, “don’t worry sweetheart, this is an easy fix, she’ll be back to galloping in no time”

Delaney smiled at that, her big sad eyes looking at him intently as he performed his surgical skills on the toy.

Your heart clenched watching the scene. Grateful Dean helped you avoid a breakdown, but watching the way Delaney looked up at him like he’s a hero just stung. Putting salt in wounds you’d thought had healed. What were the odds they’d ever meet? And what are the odds he’s actually turning out to be a good guy? This has to be a joke. It can’t be real— because if it is then you actually have a reason to mourn the father she could’ve had. It was a lot easier when you chalked him up to being some playboy with a girl in every area code, but he’s proven you wrong this morning alone—

No, stop it. Don’t do that to yourself.

“there ya go, princess, good as new” he said with a smile, handing the horse to Delaney. Her smile brightened, her pigtails bouncing along with her.

“thank youuuu!” She squealed, wrapping her little arms around Dean's neck before running off to resume her playing. Holding up the mended horse like it was a trophy. Dean chuckled a little as he watched her run off. His chest getting that warm feeling again.

You tried to ignore the sting, and it was almost easy because of how absolutely sweet their interaction was.

“thank you, Dean. You didn’t have to do that” you murmured, a grateful smile on your lips nonetheless.

“hey, can’t have a princess in distress now can we?”

You just looked at him, now that he was watching Delaney. He’s somehow even more handsome than the night you first saw him. The added ruggedness from time and experiences, his face covered with more stubble and freckles, his physique is more defined, his jaw stronger, less baby faced and more lines that added extra outside appeal. He’s a smoke show, no doubt about that. And the way he smiled at you daughter (technically his daughter too) warmed your heart to no end, but those fuzzy feelings were just the calm before the storm of guilt and longing clouded over, destroying everything in its wake.

Dean stayed with you the whole time you were sitting on that bench and watching your daughter. It’s a daily occurrence to visit the park, usually in the later morning after you and Delaney have had breakfast and gotten ready for the day, she always chooses to wear either her sparkly purple and brown cowgirl boots or her pink light up sneakers and always asks you to do her hair. Delaney loves the playground and it’s a good way for her to socialize and be rambunctious before your shift at the diner, that’s the main reason you go. You don’t want her to be too sheltered or lonely like you were are, and she makes friends so easily there’s just no way you could deprive her of that just for your own pity party.

 You’d started working at Hal’s Diner shortly after you gave birth, leaving the cafe was hard but the diner offered a better pay and they’d let Delaney hang around if you couldn’t catch a sitter. The staff became like family, they’ve always been so supportive of you and your situation— offering flexible shifts, better pay options, so much loyalty over the years, and Delaney was practically diner royalty, everyone adored her. It was on the higher end, as far as diners go at least, still homey and familiar with retro styles and pancakes bigger than your face, but it wasn’t all grease and truckers that smell like cheap cigarettes and bad decisions.

“Delaney! Time to go, babe” your voice called out, her little head perked up before she gathered her toys and started saying goodbyes to her new friends.

“thank you again for the coffee and the toy horse surgery” you smiled to yourself, braving Deans steady eye contact skills, still shaking off the array of emotions he caused.

“s’my pleasure” he murmured, mirroring your smile. The way he looked at you made you want to melt, you got flashbacks from that night every time his gaze lingered on yours. You think he might be the only man to ever look at you like that. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, you didn’t know, nor did you want to.

You stood up, starting to pack your things into your bag, “this was nice… but I’ve gotta get to work— it was good seeing you, Dean” the way said it had a sort of finality to it, like this was it. In all reality it makes sense, you’d probably never see him again, or who knows, maybe all it takes is another five years for him to pop out of nowhere.

“you too,” he said your name with a softness you didn’t hear often. He was still looking at you despite your busy hands stealing your attention.

“my brother and I are actually gonna be here longer than we thought— maybe I’ll run into you again” 

You looked at him again, but before you could say anything Delaney made her way to you.

“are you coming to my birthday party?” Delaney asked him, eyes bright and expecting, the kid lacks a filter and usually you admire her transparency but not at this moment.

“oh I don’t think so honey, Deans got a lot going on I’m sure, he was just saying hi today” you said with a little slightly embarrassed chuckle, flashing a ah kids look towards Dean.

Delaney's face fell, she looked defeated that her own personal toy doctor was missing out on a bounce castle and pink birthday cake. She reached up and tugged on his shirt to get his attention, 

“pretty pleaseeeeee” she pleaded, eyes big, brows furrowed, pout intact, hands folded together, she’s pulling out all the stops. You sighed mouthing “you can tell her no, it’s okay.”

“there’s going to be a big cake and a princess castle and all my preschool friends are coming! And mommy said she needed more grown up friends too—“

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at that, you just dropped your head with a sigh of defeat. 

“Delaney Josephine— what did I say about trying to bargain with people?”

Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter, his smile was so big that his cheeks started to ache. He shook his head with a little sigh, crouching down to her level.

“well princess— you’re lucky that I can never say no to cake, so you better tell your mom that another grown up will be there” he smiled

“Yayyyy!” She cheered hugging him for the second time today, Dean was still laughing under his breath. Rubbing his hand up and down her back a little in the embrace, who knew little kids hugs could feel so fulfilling?

“sorry— she’s a hugger” you sighed, “and you really don’t have to go, she can be very stubborn, and apparently overhears her mothers conversations”

Dean smiled, standing when Delaney unattached herself, going to your bag for her water bottle, bargaining must be tiring work for the almost five year old.

“It’s a small backyard party with a bunch of moms and preschoolers dressed up as princesses and knights— I’m sure you’d rather do just about anything else” you added, hiking your mommy bag on your shoulder after Laney put her water back.

“I’ll be there—“ he urged with a gentle finality, shrugging his shoulders “sounds fun,”

You couldn’t help but smile, this gruff and grown man is more than willing to attend a turning-five year olds princess themed birthday party and it warmed your mama heart. You decided you’ll freak out about the fact your oblivious baby daddy is going to his daughter's birthday, later.

“okay” you breathed. Hands now digging in your bag for your phone.

“uhm I guess I’ll give you my number, to send you details and whatnot, or if you decide not to come which is perfectly okay—“

He smiled at your rambling, still thought it was so cute, he could hear you ramble on about anything and everything all day long.

Dean took your phone and put his information in while you tried not to freak out about the whole situation. You still felt like people with cameras were going to jump out of the bushes at any moment and yell “gotcha!” like you’re in a new episode of Punk’d.

“well, I guess I’ll see you Saturday then” he smiled, handing your phone back, his fingertips brushing yours. You tried to ignore the slight shiver it sent down your spine.

“yeah, I’ll see you then” you murmured hoping your voice didn’t sound as brittle as it felt coming out.

“wait— you’re not one of those moms that makes people get your kid books instead of toys for their birthday, right?” 

You huffed a laugh under your breath shanking your head, “no, toys are fine— she’s got enough books” you smiled, “but gifts aren’t mand-“

“before you tell me I don’t have to get her anything— what’s she like? Other than princesses…” he added, politely cutting you off.

You sighed with a smile, why can’t I stop smiling?!

“she actually really like cars, more classics than anything, uhm she loves little stuffed animals and puzzles, and her favorite shows are Strawberry Shortcake and Scooby-Doo— though I’m pretty sure they’re her favorite because they’re my favorites growing up and I indoctrinated her into liking them from day one”

Dean chuckled again, “hey, kids got taste, doesn’t matter how she got it—“ he shrugged making you laugh more under your breath, “cars and Scooby I can definitely do”

You both said your goodbyes before packing Delaney in the car and heading to the diner. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes, silently praying for the strength and finesse to get through this whole situation, and that neither you or Delaney will get too attached to this man. So it won’t hurt as bad when he leaves, again.

synopsis ٠࣪⭑ the first time you decide to have fun, for once, lead to a night you’ll never forget with a man who you’ll always carry a peace of, despite his absence in your life—in the form of your daughter— surely you’ll never see him again, right?

contents ٠࣪⭑ baby daddy!Dean x single mom!reader, age gap implied (5yrs), non-explicit, one night stand, accidental pregnancy, soft Dean, introverted/soft reader implied, mentions of loneliness, no major look descriptions, s3/s8 Dean (vibes/age, not plot), multi part series, 2.3k word count

notes ٠࣪⭑ this is my first series!! Well, hopefully y’all like it enough to continue, but I’m already writing more for this AU! I really love this concept and it also breaks my heart— so don’t be deceived by the cute vibe, it’ll tug on your heartstrings.

You think about that night more often than you’d like to admit. Not only because if that night didn’t happen you wouldn’t have your sweet angel of a daughter, but it was a night where you decided to let loose for the first time in your life and it was the biggest mistake and best blessing all wrapped in one.

“c’mon, girl” your best friend dragged out over the phone, “you can’t sit in your bed on a Friday night watching romcoms and eating takeout— you’re young! You should have some fun”

You rolled your eyes but even though she couldn’t see it, she still seemed to feel it over the line, “don’t sass me, woman.”

“what? I’m not-“ you paused, letting out a little sigh, “this is fun… and I just got home from a double shift at the cafe, I just want to unwind—“

“watching A Walk to Remember and sobbing into your gas station soda isn’t fun, it’s a cry for help” she retorted.

Your jaw fell a little before closing again, muttering a half-assed shut up, taking another sip of said soda. She’s always trying to get you out of your shell, it never sticks but she’s relentless nonetheless; perks of having an extrovert for a best friend I guess.

“pretty please” she dragged out your name, “with a cherry on top— just come out with me and if you absolutely hate it, we can rot in your bed together next week, hm?” She reasoned, pulling another soft yet exasperated sigh out of you.

“Fine.”

The bar was loud, the only lights being the neon signs plastered all over the walls and the lamps that could barely be classified as illuminating. It smelt like beer, faint cigarette smoke, sweat, and peanuts. There was a jukebox that looked like it was on its last leg stationed in the corner, drunkards having the time of their lives dancing to the classic rock tunes flowing from the crappy speakers. There were mismatched booths and seating scattered around and a couple pool tables in the back.

You tugged your straps up again and adjusted the waistband of your jeans, the tight and slightly revealing clothes your bff insisted on (including the jeans with bedazzled pockets that she said made your ass look fantastic) were definitely not as comfortable as your matching striped cotton pajama set. You yearned for your bed even more than before now.

But some small, teeny, part of you agreed with her. You were a twenty three year old young woman who deserved to do normal 23-year-old things. It didn’t matter if you didn’t normally drink or hook up or expose yourself to second hand smoke, you were going to let loose and have fun.

The night was a blur until you saw him.

You were standing at the bar, the bartender looking at you as if you had two heads just for asking if they had espresso martinis, trying to explain that you’re not much of a drinker and prefer coffee in one too many rambling words before you were gently interrupted by a tall leather-clad stranger.

“just get the pretty woman something she’ll like— on me” the stranger said, a small smirk on his lips.

You turned to look at the stranger, already gearing up to save yourself from a creep hitting on you, but then you saw him.

The most gorgeous emerald green eyes with equally as beautiful lashes, freckles that dusted over his nose and perfect cheekbones, a chiseled jaw with just a little stubble that made him look rugged but still clean. He was muscular too, and smelt like motor oil, musky wood, and the beer that he was getting another of.

Wait— did he just call me pretty?!

“I’m Dean” the stranger introduced himself, a hand outstretched towards you, not having to go far given how close he was standing.

You snapped out of gawking at the gorgeous man, returning his introduction with your own. His hand was warm and rough but gentle somehow. You just hoped yours weren’t sweaty.

“I hope you don’t mind me jumping in there—“

“No!” you clear your throat a little, mentally telling yourself to cool it, “no, that’s perfectly fine, a-and thank you” you replied with a smile.

It felt like hours had passed, yet also only minutes. It was like you've already known him forever. Maybe that’s why you trusted him so fast. You almost felt bad for forgetting about your friend, but when you finally remembered the girl you call your bff, she looked back at you with the most shocked and supportive expression and two huge thumbs up, mouthing “he’s hot!”

There was just something so charming about Dean. He was certainly charming enough to keep you talking, smiling more than you have in a long time, and blushing from all the flirty touches and compliments he dished out.

He’s so charming that you don’t even flinch when he says he’s just passing through town— or when he’s pulling you closer, or when his hand is brushing your hair behind your ear and luring your lips to his, or even when you followed him to his gorgeous car and drove off together back to your apartment.

“I never do anything like this…” you’d murmured, putting a gentle halt to Dean's sweet lips pressed on your neck, moving to look in your eyes.

“I want to… so bad… I just- figured I should let you know”

He just smiled, flashing that pretty grin of his. His hand caressing your cheek again. Opening his mouth and muttering,

“I got you, sweetheart”

He was gone the next morning. Leaving nothing but the memory of the most passionate night of your life and unknowingly a piece of him with you.

“Mommy!” A little voice echoed from across the park.

Your head snapped up from your book, watching your daughter who’s shin-deep in the sandbox showing off her sandcastle in the most vivacious manner a five year old can muster up.

“Oh hunny, it’s beautiful! A princess’ dream” you praise her, a genuine smile on your face.

Delaney's face broke out in a proud and sweet grin, her green eyes shining so bright. Her little hands already moving to create another lopsided masterpiece out of sand.

It was a wonder how this bright, lively, loving little girl came from someone with so much hardship and loneliness. She was the best thing in your life, the best thing to happen to you.

After you’d found out you were pregnant (and after the many freak outs and mental breakdowns) you’d owned it. You’d always wanted a baby of your own— sure, in very different circumstances, but there was a little miracle growing in your womb whether you liked it or not.

There were many nights you spent isolated and sobbing because you couldn’t do it alone, many times you cried for your baby and wished she didn't have just you, the times you had to drive yourself to the hospital when there were false alarms; and then there were moments you knew you didn’t need anyone else, you didn’t need the man, to give your baby the best life you could provide.

Nowadays, you still bounced back and forth between extremes, but mostly you lived in the middle. The part where you’re grateful and love your life and little family duo, but sometimes you'd wish you had someone to help carry the load, or to just be there with you two.

You’d gone back to your book, eyes flickering away from the pages every so often to check on Laney, a reflux you gained with motherhood.

The beam of summer sun that was lighting up the words you were reading somehow disappeared. Replaced by a shadow. You looked up, startled, to see a figure who stole your sunlight.

“Can I help you?” You’d murmured casually before catching the person's face, a sunray stuck in your eyeline, making it difficult to see clearly.

But then you heard your name fall from the figure's lips, you guarded the light from your eyes with your hand, now being able to see clearly.

You’d like to say it took you a second to recognize him, but it was instantaneous. As if you saw him every day. You’d only paused because you needed to internally scrape your jaw up off the floor.

“Dean?” Your voice came out more breathy than you’d hope it would. But he smiles anyway.

“You remember me?” He sounded surprised, even though he’d obviously remembered you.

“Of course…” you murmured, still in a mild state of shock.

His smile widened, and just as he was about to finish asking you to join him for coffee, little footsteps ran over to where you sat on the bench.

“Mama, mama! Can you pleaseeee push me on the swings?!” Delaney had asked, polite as a five year old could be. Her little hands resting on your bent knees.

Dean's eyebrows shot up, clearly perplexed as to why this little girl with wild hair and sparkly cowgirl boots is calling you mama.

Your trance is somewhat broken by your daughter barging in. Hand automatically brushing her hair back.

“In a minute, baby, why don’t you sit and have your snack— mommy’s talking to a friend,” the words tasted weird in your mouth. He wasn’t a friend, he was a man that made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world for a night and then left you with a baby, five years ago.

Laney nodded and eagerly took the pre-packed snacks you handed her, an adorable thank you, mommy leaving her lips, her little feet swinging back and forth where they hung off the bench.

“She yours?” Dean asked, stupidly. Trying to play off his surprise, shifting his weight slightly on his feet.

Of course that’s your kid, what am I thinking?

“Y-yeah, yeah, um this is my daughter— Delaney” you’d rushed out, still wondering if this was the effects of a sun sickness, because you had to be hallucinating or something.

Delaney waved a little, still sipping the juice box clutched in her other hand. Deans lips turning into a smile, waving back.

“Cute kid” he murmured, severely out of his element here.

“Thanks,” you’d awkwardly retorted.

This cannot be happening right now.

“Uhm- what uh brings you here” you decided on, trying to be polite but really you just wanted to get this over with and for him to leave your lives again, no harm no foul.

“My brother and I were just passing through, and I uh- remembered a pretty girl I’d met here a little while back, figured it was worth a shot to look her up” he said, looking almost shy, most likely turned off by the whole mom thing now though.

Pretty girl, your heart fluttered a little without your permission. You ignored it.

“But uh, sorry, your husband is probably— yeah, uhm well it was nice seeing you again—“

“I don’t have a husband” the words fell out before you could stop them. Dean seemed confused again. You silently berated yourself, you never really got ahold of that rambling problem.

“I uh—I mean it’s just us girls” you said, clearing things up a little, awkwardly. You didn’t have to explain yourself to him, if you did he’d know he was technically a father. Your hand went to your daughter's head, attention going to her instead, to somewhat avoid this unfortunate interaction.

What you didn’t see is the way Dean examined you both. He felt like a bit of a douche for just popping in out of nowhere because you hooked up one time ,years ago, and now you clearly have a life of your own. But hearing there was no guy surprised him, if he’s being honest.

He may not have known you for long but in those twelve-ish hours he’d got to spend with you years ago, he’d known you were special. You were sweet and adorably awkward, and rambled too much even when you wanted to stop, you were gentle and honestly rocked his world that night— you were different, he may or may not have realized it at the moment but he definitely realized when he spent a million nights with other women after, and none were like you— maybe that’s why he stopped in his tracks when he saw you the same time yesterday, just reading on your bench, not then realizing one of those kiddos was actually yours.

Not to mention he thought you were gorgeous, in a way that again he never saw after you, the way your hair fell and that shy smile on your face, your pretty eyes and even prettier voice threw him for a loop, you weren’t fake or painted on, you were real. Still are… but now you’ve got a mini you, and whatever circumstance it was, the fact there was no guy settled weird in his chest.

Your gaze shifted from your daughter to the watch on your wrist, secretly grateful that you actually had a reason to escape this hellish encounter.

“Oh gosh,” you turned back to him, “I’m sorry I actually have to go, I’m gonna run late for my shift—” you started packing things up despite Delaney's soft protests.

“Uhm it was nice seeing you again Dean, I uh- hope you have a good stay while you’re here”

Dean was a little surprised by the abruptness but he understood, even though he secretly wished you didn’t have to go.

“It was nice seeing you too,” he smiled a little and you offered an awkward wave before walking away, Delaney in hand.

“Bye-bye mister!” Your daughter's voice called back with a wave and that childish toothy grin.

Oh no. *opens window*

Don't stalk me Bucky *walks around naked*

Please leave me alone *tapes calender to fridge*

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, bruce banner, sam wilson, etc. avengers except for thor because tbh i forgot him warnings: about: request! PF20 (too long hugs) + PF28 (person a lifting person b up out of excitement) + DF2 (“will you marry me?“) ! where in bucky and reader come from their anniversary dinner, and bucky brings her back to the avengers compound to relax and all. but little does reader know all the avengers are outside preparing the decoration and the garden for bucky to propose to her. then bucky proposes to her then all the avengers go out and congratulate them!

“y’know,” bucky starts, the rough of his voice softened as it always is with you, fond. he’s warm by all its definitions, heating you with his tender gaze as it falls along your features, fingers interlocked with yours, their tips rubbing sweet shapes into the dimples of your skin. “my ma woulda loved you. becca too.”

wobbly lips lift at their edges, your eyes glittering as they meet his profile. “you really think so?”

bucky nods definitively, a faint pull of his lips crinkling his eyes. “no question. becca would call you her sister and mean it by now.”

MARILYN MONROE as ANGELA PHINLAY

pairing.ᐟ dean winchester x reader

word count.ᐟ 1.9k

summary.ᐟ you are utterly, completely, brain-meltingly in love with your new boyfriend. the catch? you are terrible with words. when you try to make him a romantic mixtape to do the talking for you, your secret project backfires entirely. dean catches you sneaking around and assumes the worst and you have to prove that no melody on earth is big enough for how you feel about him. inspired by stupid song by olivia rodrigo. part of my you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love series.

warnings .ᐟ lowercase intended, angst (because who am i without it?), insecure dean who just needs a hug, ends with fluff