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[waywardnerd67]

The Dream

Summary: Sitting in bar after a hunt, Dean finds something he unexpectedly never knew he could have.   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst Word Count: 1711 Song Prompt: “You and Me” Lifehouse (BOLD) A/N #1: This is for @crashdevlin 600 Follower Celebration A/N #2: I’m so, so sorry this is being posted so late! As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Walking into the dingy bar had my shoulders relaxing in an instant. The smell of stale beer, greasy food and cigarette smoke brought all the comforts of what I imagined home would feel like. Grabbing a seat at the bar, I order two shots of whiskey and a beer. The last two weeks, Sam and I had been on a hunt for a pair of Vetalas that had almost gotten then best out of them.

All I wanted to do was unwind with a few drinks and Sammy just wanted to go back to motel to sleep. The kid seriously needed to go out to have a good time every once in a while, but he was always all work and no play. I slammed back the two shots and then turned around to see if there were any hook up potential when my eyes landed on her.

Her head was thrown back in laughter as her (Y/C/H) hair drifted down her back. Her smile lit up her whole face and made my heart skip. She was with a group of girl friends that created a wall between her and I. Seeing their pitcher of beer almost gone I ordered another one for them. As the bartender delivered my gift her gorgeous (Y/C/E) eyes locked with mine.

I smiled giving a small nod as I took of drink of my beer. I watched as her friends also looked over at me then immediately turned all talking at once to her. She laughed pouring herself another glass and making her way towards me. With all the women I had been with never had I felt jittery as when this woman was approaching.

“Hi.” She said sitting on the stool next to me.

“Hey there.” I wanted to say more but all my brain could come up with was that.

She bashfully looked down at her glass, “Thanks for the round of beer. Not too sure why a stranger would buy a group of women a pitcher of beer but thanks.”

I chuckled a long with her, “I happen to see that you and your friends were almost out. Can’t have a beautiful lady going without a drink.”

Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, “Beautiful lady, huh? So which one of my friends are you wanting to hook up with?”

I gave her my best shocked impression, “I’m hurt that you would think I would stoop so low as to buy your lovely friends a round to get with any of them.” Her laughter filled his ears with pure joy making his lips curl into a smile, “I bought a round for your friends trying to impress you, but I can see it will take more than that to get your attention.”

I watched as she pulled her full bottom lip between her teeth, “Sure will pretty boy. It will take a lot more than that.”

With that she got up from her spot walking back towards her friends. She paused looking back over her shoulder, “If you really want to impress me then you’ll come over and entertain us.”

I watched her walk back among her friends suddenly finding my body having a mind of its own following closely behind her. Normally, I would be ecstatic to be surrounded by so many beautiful women but tonight all I wanted was the attention of one. I gave her friends the standard lie that I was a Federal agent traveling for work.

Her friends were eating out of the palm of my hand with a tale of danger and mystery. When it was finally just me and her at the table while her friends went to play pool, she slid over a shot of whiskey. I smirked as we threw back their glasses.

“You’re definitely not a Fed.” She said a mischievous smile on her lips.

My eyes snapped up to hers, “Why is that?”

“You’re too relaxed to be a Fed, plus I know a hunter when I see one.” As soon as the words left her mouth I stared at her completely in shock. She started laughing placing her fingers under my chin and closing my ajar mouth. “I grew up in the life until I was in middle school when I was placed in a foster home.”

I don’t know how long we sat there trading childhood stories of hunting monsters, but it was not until her friends came up telling her it was time to go that I found myself reaching out for her. “I can take you home if you want.”

She smiled nodding, “I would like that a lot pretty boy.” We walked out with her friends saying goodbye to them as I opened the door to my Baby for her. “Pretty boy and a pretty car.”

Once I was behind the wheel, she led me to her apartment inviting me in. The next thing I knew the sun was rising as we sat on her couch. “What day is it and in what month? This clock never seemed so alive. I can't keep up, and I can't back down. I've been losing so much time.” She said chuckling.

“'Cause it's you and me, and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose. And it's you and me and all the other people. And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.” My confession was coming from somewhere deep within me that I never knew I had.

I reached my hand out cupping her cheek my calloused thumb running across her soft skin. She leaned into my touch sighing contently, “Why are the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right? I'm tripping on words you got my head spinning. I don't know where to go from here.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” I whispered.

Slowly, I leaned in closer her lips calling to mine. My hand slipping to the back of her neck cradling her head as everything moved in slow motion. The moment my lips pressed against hers, time stood still. Her softness the opposite of my roughness. Her light against my darkness. Something about her, everything she does is beautiful and everything she does is right.

When she pulls her lips away her forehead comes to rest against mine. “Something about you now that I can't quite figure out…” she said breathlessly.

“'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose. And it's you and me and all of the people. And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you and me.” I said closing my eyes briefly.

The next thing I knew, I was looking up seeing Sam’s amused face. I shot up from the motel bed breathing heavily looking around. “Dude, what the hell were you dreaming about?”

My lips were still tingling from kissing her and yet it had all been a dream. My heart ached badly enough for me to physically rub my chest trying to make it stop. “I-I don’t know… what time is it?”

“A little after seven in the morning. Come on, these Vetalas aren’t going to stop unless we stop them.” Sam said chuckling as I sat on the edge of the bed running my hands over my face.

After finding and killing the Vetala sisters, I needed a drink and forced Sam to come out with me. The bar we ended up at was similar to the one I had in my dream. Walking inside the smell of stale beer, greasy food and cigarette smoke brought a smile to my face. Sam and I sat at a table looking through newspapers for our next case.

The bartender brought over a pitcher of beer, “We didn’t…” Sam began to say as the bartender pointed over to the bar.

That is when I saw her just the same as she had been in my dreams. I sucked in a quick breath as the bartender spoke, “Lady at the bar told me to tell you next round is on you.”

Sam looked bewildered as his eyes landed on her as well. She held up her own glass to the two of them smiling before going back to talk with her friend. I immediately got up walking over to her. Gently grabbing her elbow and spinning her around crashing my lips into hers. Her hands grasping my jacket pulling me closer to him.

“Hey pretty boy, been waiting for you to find me.” She whispered against my lips.

Staring down at her I asked, “H-How?”

I stepped back from her as she her smile sent chills down my spine. Sam was standing next to me as she spoke, “You really didn’t think that Azazel only had two children?” her eyes turned black for a split second.

“Son of a bitch.” I muttered wishing I had my angel blade on me.

“Calm down, I’m nothing like my father or siblings. I want nothing to do with any of that. What do want is for you to hear me out. We have a situation raising through the ranks of Hell and only you two can help me stop it.” She explained downing a shot of whiskey.

“Why would we help you?” Sam asked.

She did not even look up at him, but to me directly. “And all the other people with nothing to do, nothing to prove. And it's you and me and all the other people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.” She said making my heart ache painfully.

I gritted my teeth, “Come on let’s talk outside away from all these people.”

We all started to walk out of the bar until I suddenly stopped turned towards her, “Tell me your name.”

She walked past me pushing the door open before looking back smiling slightly, “My name is (Y/N), now are you ready to take on the new King of Hell or what pretty boy?”

I smirked chuckling as I followed her outside knowing I was about to get myself in way too deep and could not think of anywhere else I would rather be in that moment.  

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[crashdevlin]

Cassie’s 600 Follower Writing Challenge

That’s right, this crazy chick hit 600 followers! I can’t believe so many of you actually give a fuck about my content! I figure I can host a challenge to celebrate. I’d love to read what you guys come up with for some of my favorite songs and quotes from my favorite shows and movies!

Here’s the rules:

1) You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it’d be shiny if you were.

2) Send me an ask with your chosen prompt and a backup, just in case. (And if you could reblog for a signal boost, that would be awesome!)

3) This is a reader-insert challenge. You can have ships, but they’re gonna be ships with the addition of the reader (Example- Destiel x Reader or Stucky x Reader)

4) This is a multi-fandom event! Supernatural, MCU/Marvel comic (X-men included), Doctor Who, The Walking Dead, Harry Potter, Buffy, Star Wars, Star Trek…. I am a well-rounded geek. I just have to know enough about it to recognize the characters and know enough about their backstories to know what’s going on. If there’s a fandom you wanna write for that’s not listed here, just shoot me an ask and I’ll tell you if it’s something I’m cool reading.

5) Any genre is welcome! You wanna try to make me cry? Hit me with the angst! You wanna write me some warm and fuzzies? I love some good fluff. Almost any kinds of smut are gonna put me in a good mood, send it!

6) I’m totally cool with dark fics (dub-con/non-con included), but underage is a no-no. Tag your triggers, people! Warnings make everything run smoother.

7) If you don’t use your READ MORE links, I will not reblog your post. I’ll link you in the masterlist at the end, but you won’t get a reblog.

8) The due date on this challenge is 3/14/2019. Masterlist will be posted 3/21/2019.

9) Tag me in your fic and use the tag Cassies600celebration. And hit me up if I don't respond within a week. ‘Cause Dumblr.

Prompts below the cut!

Movie/TV Quotes

1 “It’s only forever, not long at all.” @bamby0304

2 “Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I’ll be your slave.” @castielslittlestbee

3 “I don’t like boats. I don’t like water. I’m a man, not a fish!” @bamby0304

4 “I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog, and I bid you good day.”

5 “It looks dead. It smells dead. Yet, it’s moving around. That’s interesting.” @brokencasbutt67-writer

6 “So, I guess it’s true: scythe matters.” @acreativelydifferentlove

7 “Sorry about the chains. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s… Actually, it is that I don’t trust you.” @bamby0304

8 “The moment you think you know what’s going on in a woman’s head is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked.”

9 “If you have something to say, right now’s a perfect time to keep it to yourself.” @mariekoukie6661

10 “Gimme a scotch. I’m starving.” @wegoddessofhell

11 “Why aren’t you wearing those pajamas I got you?” @winecatsandpizza

12 “You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me?” @jerkbitchidjitassbutt

13 “Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.” @deanwinchesterwitch

14 “Change your stars and live a better life than I have.” @brokencasbutt67-writer

15 “Rainmaker, how wet do you want it?”

16 “All hail the goddess of information.” @flamencodiva

17 “Who brings a gun to a knife fight?” “The winner?” @summer-binging-spn

18 “I can’t tell whether he’s brilliant or nuts.”

19 “Isn’t it against the superhuman code to use your powers to take advantage of we mere mortals?” @acreativelydifferentlove

20 “What the mind can conceive, the body can achieve.”

Songs

1 Lips of an Angel- Hinder @deanwinchesterwitch

2 You and I- Jason Mraz

3 Written in the Sand- Old Dominion

4 Everywhere- Michelle Branch

5 Believer- Imagine Dragons @castielslittlestbee

6 Brokenheartsville- Joe Nichols

7 The Scientist- Coldplay

8 The Last of the Real Ones- Fall Out Boy @ gloriouslobster

9 Youngblood- Green Day

10 I Can’t Make You Love Me- Bonnie Raitt @allonsy-yesiwill

11 Bloodstream- Ed Sheeran @impala-dreamer

12 Present Time- Louden Swain

13 You’re Such A- Hailee Steinfeld

14 She Keeps Me Warm- Mary Lambert @peggingpadalecki

15 You and Me- Lifehouse @waywardnerd67

16 Come On Get Higher- Matt Nathanson

17 My Church- Maren Morris

18 Meant to Be- Bebe Rexha and Florida-Georgia Line @tumbler-tidbits

19 Stilettos- Kelsea Ballerini

20 Take Me Home Tonight- Eddie Money @covered-byroses

[allonsy-yesiwill]

Lay Down My Heart

Word Count: 2530

Paring:  Dean X Curvy!Reader 

For:  #CASSIE600FOLLOWERCELEBRATION @crashdevlin

Prompt: Song 10 I Can’t Make You Love Me- Bonnie Raitt

A/N: So this an AU, normal everyday life sort of place. The reader is average in size (14/16) however feels less than good about herself. So I don’t do great with song challenges I pushed myself. Honestly, I don’t know if I love it but I hope you at least like it.  

Warning: A bit of angst, acholic parent, parent abandonment, body image insecurities... the ending is all fluff 

There wasn’t a time when you didn’t know Sam and Dean. After their mom passed, their father turned to Bobby for help. Much like your mom did after your dad skipped town. Growing up your childhood was pretty average. The best times were spent at Bobby’s with Dean and Sam. Time marched on and you went off to school, not before learning some heavy hitting life lesson but nonetheless, Bobby, Dean, and Sam were always there.

Fast forward to today you find yourself working a humdrum office job that pays the bills and keeps you comfortable in life but doesn’t make you jump out of bed in the morning. Today what made you jump out of bed in the morning was the text from Dean last night asking if you wanted to grab lunch.

Well duh, was your response. You loved Dean. Being the best of friends you always told him you loved him. You really loved him. You were too scared to jump, so you simply stayed close and left everything else for your dreams. Dean told you everything, but you chose to keep him at an arm's length. You knew the reasons were stupid but that didn’t matter. After you and your mom had a falling out, you moved in with Bobby and you made a choice to not let anyone get that close to you again.

-Flashback-

“Y/N, what do you think you are doing why are you eating that,” your mom yelled at you.

You knew what she was going to say. You need to pay more attention to what you eat. No one will ever want to be with you if you get fat. You’re already a size 12 that’s too big right now, that’s why no one ever asks you out. That’s why you haven’t had a date.  It was the same argument every time. However, the truth is you didn’t have time to date, taking care of your now alcoholic mom, helping to pay bills and going to school. The weight of the world was on your shoulders.

“Enough. I don’t care what you think,” the words came out of your mouth but they weren’t true.

“I know you care what Dean thinks. And I promise you, sweetheart, he ain’t ever going to be into you unless you're thin out.”

There is nothing left to say, you put the food down and walk to your room pulling your phone out, you text Bobby.

Y/N: I can’t do this anymore.

Bobby: I will be right there.

You take the last look around your room before you grab your bag, 16 years your whole life fits into one duffle bag. Your heart falls at the realization that for years you have been the parent. For years you did more for your mom then she will ever remember.

In your room, your, bags were already mostly packed. You had been thinking about leaving for some time. You had talked to Bobby about it a few time and he told you he was more than happy to do whatever he could to help. You can hear your mom yelling, screaming at you, the words just blurring together.  You can feel your body betray you as a tear slips from your eye.

You walk out of your room. Your mom is now in the kitchen probably making herself another drink, you can still hear her talking to you however you pay it no attention slipping out the front door. In the cover of night, you slip on your headphones and just start to walk to Bobby’s.

You were only walking for about 30 mins when you hear it. The growl of Dean’s dad’s Impala and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t want to see him. Not now. Not him. You stop walking and you hear his voice, “Y/N, are you okay.” You feel him touch your shoulder and you turn around.

You could see the worry in his eyes. You let out, “I am fine.” And start walking to the backseat as you hear Dean syh. When you climb into the back seat, John gives you a head nod as if to ask that you are okay and you smile back. Shutting the door, you keep your headphone in. Leaning your head again the window, you let Bonnie Raitt’s voice serenade you to sleep as a few more tears escape.

“Dean,” you holler seeing him sit at the bar of the dinner.

-End Flashback-

“Well, there’s my princess. How are you?” Dean asking wrapping you in a hug.

“Good, good. Ah are you trying to get the servers number,” you ask while the hug hides your face.

Dean laughs, “Not yet but maybe later. First lunch with my best friend.”

You and Dean get all caught up on the past week, sharing the fact that you have a date with someone you met via an online dating app. You can tell he is less than happy, but there is nothing you can do because he just doesn’t get it. 10 years later your mom’s voice is still playing on loop, and the only thing that’s growing is your waist moving up to a size 18 at your highest now lost somewhere in between a 16 and if you were lucky a 14 on a good day.

“Look Y/N, you’re pretty and funny. Why don’t we just go out Friday night and I will be your wingman. I have to approve first and foremost,” Dean chuckled.

“Well that sounds like an awful idea,” you let out.

“No it sounds great, we are doing it. I will have Sam and Jess come to, that way we can really make sure he’s good enough for our Y/N.”

“How do we know I am going to be good enough for whoever you approve of?” You couldn’t help but out ask the question.

“What do you mean, Y/N, you’re awesome and I hear your family is pretty cool too,” Dean smiles.

You can’t keep going down this path, so you change the subject. However, when you part ways Dean let’s out, “Friday night, I will pick up. Be your sexy self and we will find your mister right.” You just let your head fall as you walk back to your car.

“Great, great this is fan-fucking-tastic,” you let out starting your car. The radio fills the air:

Here in the dark, in these final hours

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

But you won't, no you won't

“Are you fucking kidding me. Really you think is this funny whoever is up there. Cause it isn’t,I fucking getting,” you yell turning the radio off and heading back to work.

_

Your week continues and you are terrified of the upcoming night out. At work you are so lost in everything your boss sends you home thinking that he is working your to hard, however you’re thankful for the extra time to get ready. Looking at your curves and rolls, unhappy with everything you finally just put on jeans and a band shirt having zero fucks left to give. While waiting for Dean you sink into your sofa with a beer and try not to give up on everything.

About 45 min and another beer later Dean is walking in your door, “ Sweetheart, you ready to go? Ow what, what’s up?” You can hear the concern in his voice as he sits down next to you. You do a good job at hiding your feels behind the mask you always have up.

“I know you’re lying.”

“Nothing it was just a crap day. I don’t need a Mr right anyway. Let’s just go have fun,” you say with a smile.

FUCK...FUCK...Fuck...the voice inside your head is screaming. “ Look, Dean, I don’t want to do this now. Let's just go hang out and have a good night. Please.”

Dean stares at you for far too long, taking you in. Probably trying to tell if you’re telling the truth. Then he wraps his arms around you and softly says, “As you wish.” Your eyes flood because of the history in those words. When he pulls away you look towards that ground to prevent the damn from breaking.

The night continues on, you are tucked in the corner of the booth with Dean on the outside. You don’t mind, you actually prefer this. Him keeping you safe from the outside world. After much debate, Sam and Dean decide to play some pool, and you are forced to venture outside of your safe corner.

You don’t really want to play so you just sit at a high top table between the multiple pool tables and watch Jess, Sam and Dean banter as they play. Dean notices the look on your face more than once, finally, he comes over to check on you. You of course smile telling him you’re fine. He, of course, doesn’t believe you but he accepts what you say. Placing a kiss on your forehead he returns to the game.

That’s when you hear it. “Oh my god, he’s so sexy.”

“There is no way he can be with her.”

“I could totally climb that tree.”

Well yeah, they aren’t wrong, the voice inside your head agrees with them. You try not to hear their words, this doesn’t stop them from talking. You can’t stop it from falling, instead, you quickly wipe the tear away. It’s too late, Dean saw it.

You don’t even look at him, you can’t. You hear the girls giggle and making comments under their breath about how he must have lost a bet. Dean’s attention is too focused on you for him to notice the other girls. “Hey Y/N, please.” You hear the sadness in his voice but it’s covered by a noise that’s in the background. When her voice breaks through the music

He comes back by your said, placing his arm around you, “Look Y/N, I know there is something going on. You know you can talk to me about anything. If you want to just go home we can do just that.”

Turn down the lights, turn down the bed

You know you aren’t going to make it. You step away from Dean and start walking away.

Turn down these voices inside my head

You can hear him calling your name, you push your way through the crowd fast as tears set a faster pace down your face.

Lay down with me, tell me no lies

Just hold me close, don't patronize

Dean finally catches up to you just outside the bar, “ What the hell Y/N, what’s going on? Please talk to me.”

“It doesn’t matter, none of it matters. Just go back and have fun I will find another ride home or just walk.” 

“First of all, it does matter. Look at you, you are clearly upset. And there is no way in hell I am just leaving you anywhere. I love you Y/N, I am not just going to pretend like this isn’t happening. Trust me I have done that enough to myself and it’s not good.”

Don't patronize me

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

“See that’s it you love me and I love you, but not in the same way,” you sob out.

“And why should you love me like that. Those girls in there are right. My mom is right. I am just a fat waste of space. Someone like you would only go on a date with if you lost a bet,” you can’t stop any of the tears.

You can't make your heart feel somethin' it won't

Dean looks confused and lost hearing your words. He looks back inside the bar to try and put a face to the girls you were talking about, but then he saw you again.

Here in the dark, in these final hours

With your tears still falling, Dean wraps his arms around you. Not saying a thing, but simply holding you. Letting you get everything thing out. Swaying with you, softly rubbing your back and every few strokes he places his lips to your forehead.

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

Your tears are slowing, as you start to relax in Dean’s hold, accepting his safety.  

But you won't, no you won't

He pulls you out of his embrace once he feels your tears stop. His eyes find yours, they don’t leave. His thumb moves to your cheek to wipe away the trailer of tears. He doesn’t say anything just looks at you, his eyes heartbroken. You do your best to prepare yourself for what is coming next.

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

Dean’s hands are caressing your arms, still providing a small sense of safety for you. “First of all sweetheart, your mom was wrong and those girls in there are just jealous. And from the sounds of what I just heard, I think the only thing I would have ever had to do to get you on a date with me is have enough courage to ask you out.”

You can feel his eyes looking into yours, pulling your eyes from the ground. “There she is. Could you do me a small favor Y/N?”

You give halve a smile, trying to do your best for Dean.

You shrug your shoulder unable to commit, Dean smiles.

“Can you smile for me. I know you probably don’t feel much like it right now. But I know that smile and it lights up the room.”

Dean laughs, “ I promise if you don’t like the surprise I will cook you dinner for a week.”

“So we are halfway there. How about this you give me a smile and I will give you something, a surprise,” Dean says as you raise an eyebrow.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise,” he softly lets out taking hold of your face. In the moment of your blink, you feel his full lips connect with yours. You fall in, kissing him back. Time stands still till oxygen is needed. Breaking the kiss Dean places his forehead to yours and his hands move down your body till they reach your hands.

As your eyes roll back you can feel Dean smiling. You know you are going to do it, even if you don’t like the surprise Dean would cook for you. Letting out a deep breathe you let a smile overtake your face. Looking into Dean’s eyes you can’t help but let go of your sadness as he warms your heart.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I am pretty busy,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“So then that’s a yes then, “ Dean laughs.

Let me know what you think

Clearing his throat, “So um Y/N, do you..um would you like to maybe go on a date this Saturday night, maybe dinner and a movie?”

“Oh, I do wish, princess, I do,” Dean says before kissing you again. 

“As you wish.”

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Cassie’s 600 Follower Writing Challenge

That’s right, this crazy chick hit 600 followers! I can’t believe so many of you actually give a fuck about my content! I figure I can host a challenge to celebrate. I’d love to read what you guys come up with for some of my favorite songs and quotes from my favorite shows and movies!

Here’s the rules:

1) You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it’d be shiny if you were. 2) Send me an ask with your chosen prompt and a backup, just in case. (And if you could reblog for a signal boost, that would be awesome!) 3) This is a reader-insert challenge. You can have ships, but they’re gonna be ships with the addition of the reader (Example- Destiel x Reader or Stucky x Reader) 4) This is a multi-fandom event! Supernatural, MCU/Marvel comic (X-men included), Doctor Who, The Walking Dead, Harry Potter, Buffy, Star Wars, Star Trek…. I am a well-rounded geek. I just have to know enough about it to recognize the characters and know enough about their backstories to know what’s going on. If there’s a fandom you wanna write for that’s not listed here, just shoot me an ask and I’ll tell you if it’s something I’m cool reading. 5) Any genre is welcome! You wanna try to make me cry? Hit me with the angst! You wanna write me some warm and fuzzies? I love some good fluff. Almost any kinds of smut are gonna put me in a good mood, send it! 6) I’m totally cool with dark fics (dub-con/non-con included), but underage is a no-no. Tag your triggers, people! Warnings make everything run smoother. 7) If you don’t use your READ MORE links, I will not reblog your post. I’ll link you in the masterlist at the end, but you won’t get a reblog. 8) The due date on this challenge is 3/14/2019. Masterlist will be posted 3/21/2019. 9) Tag me in your fic and use the tag Cassies600celebration. And hit me up if I don’t respond within a week. ‘Cause Dumblr.

Prompts below the cut!

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