#but she also makes the STUPIDEST silliest faces

[athenamikaelson]

I need fluff 😭 would you be able to write a Dean Winchester x reader where reader and Dean have been married for a few months and when they're at a get together at Jody's, reader makes the silliest joke and can't stop laughing along with everyone and then looks at Dean and says "I'm so sorry do you want this back?" while pointing to their ring and smiling and Dean smiles super big and just fluff ❤️

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request- I need fluff 😭 would you be able to write a Dean Winchester x reader where reader and Dean have been married for a few months and when they're at a get together at Jody's, reader makes the silliest joke and can't stop laughing along with everyone and then looks at Dean and says "I'm so sorry do you want this back?" while pointing to their ring and smiling and Dean smiles super big and just fluff ❤️

Warnings- Swearing, fluff, cheesy joke

Word Count- 974

Wrapping the last of the burgers in tin foil I walk outside holding the plate and bring it to Jody and Bobby who are cooking at the grill. Well, trying to, I guess. It’s mostly them bickering back and forth like an old married couple about what is the right way to cook burgers. I slowly walk behind them trying not to get in between their squabble. 

“Damnit Bobby you don’t press so hard down on them, you’re going to get out all the damn juices!” Jody yells in Bobby’s face while taking the plate from my hands smiling at me in thanks. 

“Thank you dear. Please tell Bobby he can’t press down so damn hard on the burgers!” Jody looks at me expectantly. I turn to Bobby who is looking at me with a stern look. Uh oh. At this point I could either piss off Bobby or Jody. Either one would probably hold it against me until the day I die. I’m just about to open my mouth until I feel an arm wrap itself around my waist pushing me towards the owner of the arm. I look up to see my beautiful husband looking at Bobby and Jody. His cheeks are a rosy tint and he has a soft smile visible.

“I’m sorry. But, I’m going to have to steal my wife away.” Dean peers down into my eyes. And his green eyes meet mine. God he’s beautiful. I’m so lucky. How’d I end up with someone as gorgeous as him? 

Little did I know he was wondering how he ended up with the most gorgeous being alive himself.

Before Jody and Bobby can object, Dean practically rushes me away from the pairing. Without looking down at me he laughs under his breath.

“Am I not the best husband alive?” He finally looks down at me in which I grab his chin and bring him down to meet my face level, in which I place a swift onto his lips. 

“The best.”

As the night goes on a group of us are sitting around the fire. Bobby and Jody are sitting next to each. Finally done bickering, for now. Sam and Claire are sitting next to each other discussing who the hell knows. Rufus is sitting next to Castiel surprisingly. I can only hear bits and pieces of their conversation but by the look on both of their faces it must be quite thought provoking. And Dean is sitting next to me with his plate on his lap, enjoying his 3rd burger of the night. This man has got the metabolism of an oxen. His other hand that isn’t covered in burger grease is wrapped around my waist. Where it hasn’t moved from all night. 

“So Y/n, how has married life treated you?” Claire asks how conversation with Sam stopped. I look up to Dean but he’s consumed by his burger. But, I know he understands what’s going on because he squeezes my side after he heard Claire’s question. 

“Um, it’s different. But not at the same time. I mean even before we were married Dean and I were always together.” 

“That’s for sure.” Sam says. Which earns a few laughs and agreements from the group. 

“As I was saying,” I throw a glare at Sam which only gets me a smile in return, “it’s different because we seem to depend on each other more than we did before. We're a pair for life now.”  I realized I sounded too sappy so I just shrugged my shoulders and said “or whatever” under my breath. After the different conversation begins again I look up to Dean only to find him staring at me. He has a smile on his face and his eyes are roaming my face. 

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I say as I start to wipe whatever is on my face off. Until Dean takes my hands in his and holds them in his, taking them away from my face. He then leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you Y/n.” He then presses a kiss to each of my cheeks before pressing one onto my lips. 

“I love you too Bub.” Our moment is short lived though because a loud wave of laughter comes from the group around us. I look to the group with a confused looked. Jody must notice because she explains that Claire had just told a rather funny joke. In which I of course told them I also had a good one.  

“OK, you guys ready?” I look over the group to see them all staring back at me waiting. 

“Well, here's the thing. My grandfather has the heart of a lion. You know. I guess that’s why he was banned from the zoo.” Silence. I look over the group to see them processing the joke and Cass just sitting there with a confused look. 

“That was damn near the stupidest joke I’ve ever heard kid, but that’s why it was funny I guess.” Rufus says followed by him laughing, which causes the rest of the group to laugh at how stupid the joke was. Proud of myself I laugh along. Until I look over to Dean and see him looking at me with an unreadable expression. I look down at my fingers and then at the ring on my left hand. Taking it off I look back to him and put it in his face. 

“You want this back?” I say with a sound of sarcasm. A smile then breaks onto his face before he takes the ring from my hands and places it back onto my finger. 

“I told you I’d love you forever and a day. And I never break my promises.”

“Wait,” Cass interrupts everybody, “I do not get the joke.”

[izzy-b-hands]

Two To Tangle

This came from me thinking about the stupidest and/or silliest things the guys might have dared each other to do while drunk/partying over the years, and now here we are lol. Very silly, but hopefully fun for y’all to read! 

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“What have you done?” 

“In all fairness to us, it is actually quite impressive,” Roger replied. “I certainly didn’t think it could be done, but then I didn’t trust my skill with this...” 

Freddie sighed, and rolled out of bed. “That didn’t answer my question, Roger.” 

“It was an answer,” Roger protested. “Can you just come over and help? We’re at Brian’s, a bit shit-faced-” 

“I’m very shit-faced!” came Brian’s voice, echoing down the line. “Don’t lie to him!” 

“I’m not lying to him!” Roger argued. “Why are you bragging about that anyway?” 

“This hurts!” John’s voice now, sounding equally drunk, but much more irritated. 

“Who’s hurt?” Freddie tried again. 

In the meantime, Jim had woken, a look on his face asking quite clearly ‘what in the fuck is happening?’

Freddie could only shrug as there was the sound of a tussle, then a crash, and then the sound of the phone being dropped.

“They’re probably alright though, you think?” Jim asked as Freddie dressed, the phone call abandoned after no one on the other end had picked up their phone again. 

“I have no idea,” Freddie admitted. “Hopefully? They’re all alive, and drunk, if nothing else.” 

“You’ll call if you need help?” 

“What would you plan on doing?

“Depends on what you find when you get there,” Jim shrugged. “How bad it is. If we need to call any families, inform them of causalities-” 

Freddie laughed. “I don’t think it’ll be that terrible.” 

“Do you put it past them?” Jim asked, but he smiled, the joke evident in his voice. 

“I’ll call if I need back-up,” Freddie said, and gave him a kiss. “And besides, Phoebe is driving me over, he can be part of the cavalry as well.” 

“Lord help us if we need more than the three of us,” Jim said. 

---

The door to Brian’s home was unlocked, as if he was a medic coming to attend an emergency. 

And honestly, he wasn’t sure if he shouldn’t be treating it like that. 

But instead of injury or blood, he found them in the sitting room. 

“What in the fuck have you done?” 

“So, it started with a bet that I couldn’t braid hair, because Rory will surely need my help with that someday,” Roger said. “Her hair’ll be long enough for it before you know it. Anyway-” 

“I said prove it,” Brian interrupted. “And I do regret that now, I’d like that noted.” 

“...noted,” Freddie sighed. “I think I can guess the rest of this.” 

“No, let us tell it!” Roger said. “Then I said ‘well, let me braid your hair then, I’ll prove it.’ And John pipes up-” 

“Can it also be noted that I regret what I said?” John asked, trying to sip at the beer bottle in his hand. “Because I do very much so.” 

“Are we in fucking court?” Freddie sighed, exasperated. “Sure, yes, duly noted. I’ll dictate this all to Jim later at home and have him send you all a copy of the report.” 

“I’d rather not have any reminder of this, thanks,” Brian said. “But yes, John said to make it a challenge, and since my hair is curls and he’s got his perm-” 

“You decided to have him braid your hair into John’s,” Freddie finished, staring at the two of them, their necks looking painfully cricked due to the set of not terrible, but not great, braids done to keep them attached by the hair. “I...I might actually be almost speechless. Well done.” 

“Just help, please,” John begged. “This hurts so fucking bad, I swear to God, how is it trouble every time we drink together. How does this keep happening?” 

“I mean, I have some ideas,” Freddie replied. 

“If you had been here, this probably wouldn’t have happened,” Brian fussed. 

“Now now,” Freddie scolded. “I don’t get on any of you for wanting to be with your families, do I? Turning down the occasional invite to spend time because you want to be around a spouse and the kids?” 

“No,” Brian mumbled. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright,” Freddie sighed. “This, however...I don’t want to say we need scissors-” 

“No!” Brian and John spoke as one, and he jumped. 

“Fucking hell, no scissors then. At least for right now, because...god I do love you all, but why? Why this? The two worst hair textures in the band to try this little experiment on...” 

“Scissors would make it easier,” Roger muttered as Freddie started to tackle the mess, and he winced as Freddie slapped at his leg. 

“You’re the one who did this! You don’t get to make the scissors decision!” Freddie spat. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry, but really, Roger.” 

But Roger was pouting, and far too drunk to be responding like the adult he normally was, and he sunk down in his chair before putting his sunglasses back on. 

“Okay,” Freddie said, to hide his growing panic. Any attempt to work on the braids seemed to make it worse, but he couldn’t be sure. “We’re calling in an expert.” 

“No one else can know about this,” John said darkly. “Freddie-” 

“I’m just calling Jim!” Freddie said. “Goodness, you act like we’d have to kill whoever I called so they could never tell anyone about this.” 

“Well, I didn’t know it was Jim you were going to call,” John replied. 

“Are you suggesting we would have killed anyone else I might have called?” Freddie asked incredulously. 

“We aren’t in that situation, so I don’t think we need to explore it,” John answered. 

“I...that’s probably the beer talking, but we’re still discussing this later,” Freddie said, shaking his head as he went to the phone. 

“Having a good time?” Jim sounded half-asleep, but happy. For nearly three in the morning, it was better than most people would sound. 

“No, we need you.” 

“Oh my god, what have they done? Is anyone hurt?” 

“No, but I am tempted to give them all a smack for this,” Freddie replied. “We need someone who deals with hair, and if there’s anyone I would call for that, it’s you. How often do you deal with braids?” 

“Not often at all, if I’m honest,” Jim said. “But I can come over and do my best. And I am awfully curious now to see this...” 

“I’ll send Phoebe over for you.” 

---

Phoebe, for his part, was having quite the giggle over it all, but he went and got Jim promptly. 

“I’ll leave you two to it,” he said as he led Jim into the house. “There’s enough beer here for us as well, and I imagine this will take some time, so I’ll be fine to drive by the time we leave.” 

Freddie watched Jim successfully bite back a laugh as he looked to Brian and John, the only sign of it a twitch of his lips. 

“What have you boys done to yourselves?” 

“Roger did it to us, actually,” Brian replied. 

“You egged me on!” 

“I-” Brian paused. “Okay, yeah, I did! And?!” 

“You’re as guilty as I am then!” Roger shouted. 

“Okay,” Jim said softly. “You can argue guilty and not guilty later-”

“Think we’re all guilty,” John interrupted. 

“That seems the accurate take,” Jim agreed. “But that all can wait. Let’s get this fixed first.” 

The coffee table was moved, and a chair sat so Jim could sit in between and in front of them, fingers delicately working at the braids. 

“We could get you a beer,” Brian offered quietly. 

“You could? Jim asked with a smile. “How so?”  

Brian blushed. “Well. I could have Freddie get you one, I suppose.” 

“Thank you, but I’ll need to keep my head about me for this, though I can see how you might want to drink to forget this night,” Jim said. “You’re both going to need to be gentle on your hair after this, I hope you know. For a few nights, at least.” 

“Yes sir,” Brian mumbled. John only grimaced at a quick tug of his hair. 

“There’s one undone,” Jim chirped. “Not my usual fare, but this isn’t as bad as I was expecting. And not terribly done either, may I say, Roger.” 

“I don’t think Rory will let me even look at her hair if she finds this out,” Roger said miserably, finally casting his sunglasses aside again to the table. He looked tired, and much more sober. 

“Lucky you are that she’s still a baby then,” Freddie said. “And she doesn’t need to find this out unless anyone should tell her. Which none of us will.” 

“I might,” John attempted to shrug. 

Roger glared at him for a moment, then broke into a laugh. “Fine. You can be the one to tell her, and braid her hair when she bans me from it.” 

“I can work with that,” John said. “Not a terrible exchange.” 

“I’d rather you not tell her,” Brian said. “Would really rather that no one knows about this, in fact.” 

“Right, right,” Freddie said, trying to grab the Polaroid camera Phoebe had also retrieved from the house as surreptitiously as possible. The picture he snapped was quick, but Jim smiled beautifully for it. Brian flipping him off and John rolling his eyes were a wonderful bonus. 

“Freddie,” Brian sighed. “Why?” 

“Memories,” he replied. “Someday we’ll see this picture and laugh at it. Or I will, at least. Think I’ll frame it, actually.” 

Brian seemed ready to reply, but yelped instead.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jim soothed. “That’s another one done though, if it helps.” 

“That does, actually,” Brian said. “Think I can almost move my neck.” 

“Give me another ten minutes, and I think I’ll have you freed,” Jim said, his fingers moving swiftly and deftly now. 

“Are you really making eyes at him now of all times?” Roger asked Freddie with a grin. 

“I like watching my man at work, so sue me,” Freddie said. “He’s doing something wonderfully kind, and he looks good doing it, how can I not admire that?” 

Jim blushed, but didn’t cease his work. 

“What would we do without you two?” Roger asked, leaning back in his chair. 

“Be touring like this, I suppose,” John replied. “Can you imagine?” 

“Forget touring,” Brian said. “What about every day?” 

John was lost in thought for a moment. “Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday morning at my house, Wednesday afternoon, Thursday, and Friday at yours, then Saturday and Sunday we take a day to go bother Roger and Freddie at their homes.” 

“Have you been plotting that out this whole time?” Brian scoffed, then shrugged. “Though, it isn’t a terrible schedule.” 

“That’s what I thought,” John said. “Fair amount of time with everyone.” 

“Luckily, there’ll be no need for it,” Jim said. “Done! Go ahead and let yourselves move, before you end up stuck that way.” 

There was an unsettlingly loud crack from both of their necks as they straightened up and moved their heads and shoulders to loosen back up. 

“We owe you,” Brian said with a happy sigh. “If ever you need a favor-” 

“I’ll give you both a call,” Jim interrupted with a laugh. “Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready for bed. “It’s nearly...” 

He frowned. “Or not. It’s nearly five-thirty. I’ve got work by six-thirty today.” 

They all winced at that. 

“Perhaps a day of just you and Freddie napping, with no calls from us?” Brian offered.

“And a dinner at some later date,” John added.

“With less to drink,” Roger said. “Who am I kidding, we’ll still have a good time and probably over-indulge. But no hair braiding.” 

“If that’s a promise, then I can agree to all of that,” Jim said. “We’d best head home. Will you all be alright now?” 

“Nothing wounded now but my pride,” Brian replied. “Thank you, again.” 

---

At home in Garden Lodge, the picture from that night would find a home on a mantel, in a small silver frame. 

It remained in that silver frame, later, taken by Jim from Garden Lodge. 

And many years after, on an end table in Roger’s home, the silver frame still gleamed, a small note in Jim’s handwriting tucked into it: He would want you to have this, and I do as well. Take care.