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A night at the funfair

Words: 500+

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, female reader

Summary: Just Dean on a roller coaster…

NA: It's been so long since I wrote last and I honestly don't know if it's any good Enjoy anyway ^^

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It was the smell of candy that had first attracted Dean Winchester. Then the cheers of the crowd convinced him to stop. Sam, Y/N and the older hunter had been riding aimlessly for a few hours after completing a case a few days earlier. So when he realized they were passing a funfair, he couldn't help but go along.

Sam hadn't minded, on condition that they went straight home if they came across any kind of clown. As for Y/N, she'd only followed them because she needed to stretch her legs.

After a few taffy stalls in which they left with a multitude of giant stuffed toys, Sam decided he'd had enough and disappeared in the direction of the food with the promise of bringing some for Y/N and Dean.

The young woman would have liked to follow him, but she didn't know what Dean alone at the carnival would be like, and she had no intention of finding out. Yet she soon regretted her decision to stay with him when, after giving all their winnings to a family, he grabbed her by the sleeve and pulled her towards the biggest ride.

It wasn't that she didn't like this kind of attraction, but at the time, after hours of nauseating rides and hours of rifle shooting, the hunter just wanted to sleep.

She grunted as she tried to free herself from his grip, but he was much stronger than she was, and soon she found herself in the middle of the line with no means of escape.

-Oh come on Y/N!!! It'll be fun!

She shook her head at her friend's pleadings, but followed him anyway. The ride looked like a giant swing, only more complex and frightening. The man sat down beside her, not in the least afraid, but convinced that this was why Y/N had refused to follow him in the first place.

The machine started up, swinging from left to right. It was when he began to turn on himself that she felt a strong pressure on her left arm. She turned her head but couldn't see anything because of their seat except Dean's clenched hands on her. A mocking rictus appeared on her face as she realized what was happening.

Dean was scared.

-Aww, are we scared?

Her mockery was lost in the air as the attraction increased to a new level. The turns on himself had finally made the hunter lose all ego and he began to scream. A burst of laughter came from Y/N's mouth, who finished the trick in a fit of giggles after Dean hadn't stopped screaming once.

When they finally went down, the huntress was still hilarious and despite all her threats to keep quiet, she couldn't stop herself.

-Let's not tell Sam, okay?

Bended in half, she nodded. At the same time, Sam returned with a bag of candies and a candy apple, which he gave to Dean and Y/N. He was still dusting off his clothes, trying to regain his self-confidence.

-What's going on, Dean? You look like you've seen a ghost.

He froze before arching his chest.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Sammy smiled before taking out an open camera from his pocket.

-Oh, yeah? Are you sure about that?

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newmih · 9 months

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A night at the funfair

Words: 500+

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, female reader

Summary: Just Dean on a roller coaster…

NA: It's been so long since I wrote last and I honestly don't know if it's any good Enjoy anyway ^^

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It was the smell of candy that had first attracted Dean Winchester. Then the cheers of the crowd convinced him to stop. Sam, Y/N and the older hunter had been riding aimlessly for a few hours after completing a case a few days earlier. So when he realized they were passing a funfair, he couldn't help but go along.

Sam hadn't minded, on condition that they went straight home if they came across any kind of clown. As for Y/N, she'd only followed them because she needed to stretch her legs.

After a few taffy stalls in which they left with a multitude of giant stuffed toys, Sam decided he'd had enough and disappeared in the direction of the food with the promise of bringing some for Y/N and Dean.

The young woman would have liked to follow him, but she didn't know what Dean alone at the carnival would be like, and she had no intention of finding out. Yet she soon regretted her decision to stay with him when, after giving all their winnings to a family, he grabbed her by the sleeve and pulled her towards the biggest ride.

It wasn't that she didn't like this kind of attraction, but at the time, after hours of nauseating rides and hours of rifle shooting, the hunter just wanted to sleep.

She grunted as she tried to free herself from his grip, but he was much stronger than she was, and soon she found herself in the middle of the line with no means of escape.

-Oh come on Y/N!!! It'll be fun!

She shook her head at her friend's pleadings, but followed him anyway. The ride looked like a giant swing, only more complex and frightening. The man sat down beside her, not in the least afraid, but convinced that this was why Y/N had refused to follow him in the first place.

The machine started up, swinging from left to right. It was when he began to turn on himself that she felt a strong pressure on her left arm. She turned her head but couldn't see anything because of their seat except Dean's clenched hands on her. A mocking rictus appeared on her face as she realized what was happening.

Dean was scared.

-Aww, are we scared?

Her mockery was lost in the air as the attraction increased to a new level. The turns on himself had finally made the hunter lose all ego and he began to scream. A burst of laughter came from Y/N's mouth, who finished the trick in a fit of giggles after Dean hadn't stopped screaming once.

When they finally went down, the huntress was still hilarious and despite all her threats to keep quiet, she couldn't stop herself.

-Let's not tell Sam, okay?

Bended in half, she nodded. At the same time, Sam returned with a bag of candies and a candy apple, which he gave to Dean and Y/N. He was still dusting off his clothes, trying to regain his self-confidence.

-What's going on, Dean? You look like you've seen a ghost.

He froze before arching his chest.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Sammy smiled before taking out an open camera from his pocket.

-Oh, yeah? Are you sure about that?

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newmih · 9 months

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Me on tumblr search bar looking for fics:

hmm..who am I going to be in love with today?

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newmih · 9 months

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A night at the funfair

Words: 500+

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, female reader

Summary: Just Dean on a roller coaster…

NA: It's been so long since I wrote last and I honestly don't know if it's any good Enjoy anyway ^^

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It was the smell of candy that had first attracted Dean Winchester. Then the cheers of the crowd convinced him to stop. Sam, Y/N and the older hunter had been riding aimlessly for a few hours after completing a case a few days earlier. So when he realized they were passing a funfair, he couldn't help but go along.

Sam hadn't minded, on condition that they went straight home if they came across any kind of clown. As for Y/N, she'd only followed them because she needed to stretch her legs.

After a few taffy stalls in which they left with a multitude of giant stuffed toys, Sam decided he'd had enough and disappeared in the direction of the food with the promise of bringing some for Y/N and Dean.

The young woman would have liked to follow him, but she didn't know what Dean alone at the carnival would be like, and she had no intention of finding out. Yet she soon regretted her decision to stay with him when, after giving all their winnings to a family, he grabbed her by the sleeve and pulled her towards the biggest ride.

It wasn't that she didn't like this kind of attraction, but at the time, after hours of nauseating rides and hours of rifle shooting, the hunter just wanted to sleep.

She grunted as she tried to free herself from his grip, but he was much stronger than she was, and soon she found herself in the middle of the line with no means of escape.

-Oh come on Y/N!!! It'll be fun!

She shook her head at her friend's pleadings, but followed him anyway. The ride looked like a giant swing, only more complex and frightening. The man sat down beside her, not in the least afraid, but convinced that this was why Y/N had refused to follow him in the first place.

The machine started up, swinging from left to right. It was when he began to turn on himself that she felt a strong pressure on her left arm. She turned her head but couldn't see anything because of their seat except Dean's clenched hands on her. A mocking rictus appeared on her face as she realized what was happening.

Dean was scared.

-Aww, are we scared?

Her mockery was lost in the air as the attraction increased to a new level. The turns on himself had finally made the hunter lose all ego and he began to scream. A burst of laughter came from Y/N's mouth, who finished the trick in a fit of giggles after Dean hadn't stopped screaming once.

When they finally went down, the huntress was still hilarious and despite all her threats to keep quiet, she couldn't stop herself.

-Let's not tell Sam, okay?

Bended in half, she nodded. At the same time, Sam returned with a bag of candies and a candy apple, which he gave to Dean and Y/N. He was still dusting off his clothes, trying to regain his self-confidence.

-What's going on, Dean? You look like you've seen a ghost.

He froze before arching his chest.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Sammy smiled before taking out an open camera from his pocket.

-Oh, yeah? Are you sure about that?

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#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #x reader #one shot #imagine #sam winchester #fluff #dean winchester fluff #y/n #Y/N #supernatural x reader

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newmih · 1 year

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dear writers who are slower/take more time with their writing or writers who are on hiatus or writers who are trying to find their voice again, i see you and i love you and you are valid

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newmih · 1 year

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Chocolate taste

Kyujuro rengokux female reader

500+ words

Summary : Kyojuro wants to taste chocolat, directly from y/n's lips.

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The glow of the candles that y/n had lit earlier lit up the large living room with difficulty. The night was falling rapidly these days and left the young woman with the strange impression of being at peace. Despite her good knowledge of the dangers that lurked in the darkness, she could not help but prefer it to the day. There was something about the lack of light that calmed her. Maybe because this way, no one could see her.

No one could steal her chocolates.

Sitting comfortably cross-legged, she randomly took a piece of the box she had been waiting to start for weeks. One of the people she had saved from a demon attack happened to be a candy store clerk and had invited her to choose what she wanted from his store.

The young woman's heart had hesitated for a long time before she finally turned to the star-shaped box. The three rows of chocolate would occupy her mouth while she finished her book.

She didn't have the opportunity to spend her evenings this way. So, too much taken by the story and by the taste in her mouth, she did not hear her husband coming back from the garden. He had trained all day Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuko and only wanted to rest in the arms of his love.

A cool breeze snuck in with him and shook the pages of the book weakly. Y/n looked up as a tornado of fire leapt to his lips. Kyojuro rested his arm against the wall where she was leaning and deepened the kiss. He let out a moan that disappeared into his wife's mouth.

She set her book to the side and gently pushed it away with one hand. His kisses were always welcome but the oxygen even more. Kyojuro smiled at her before leaning in to steal more short kisses. He sighed, brushed his lips against her forehead before slumping down beside her.

Y/n smiled as she returned to her reading and dove for another chocolate. She barely had time to finish her page before her husband's mouth fell on her. He pulled away, his hands around her face.

-You have something here.

He pointed with his chin the corner of her lips before wiping it himself with his thumb. Y/n let him do it without saying anything, a blush starting to form on her cheeks. It had definitely taken the color of a tomato when he licked his finger without taking his eyes off her.

-You know, if you wanted chocolate all you had to do was ask.

The fire hashira shook his head, bursting into a loud laugh.

-It tastes better this way, he said before kissing her again.

The action made y/n giggle into the kiss. Kyojuro stepped back to watch the demon slayer's face as she laughed. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.

Finally, her laught subsided and she rested her forehead against his and smiled. The man had promised her that he would never stop showing his love for her on their wedding day and so far he had kept his promise, pleasantly surprising his wife every time.

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#kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku #x reader #imagine #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #hashira #fire hashira #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader

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newmih · 1 year

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A few drops of rain

Words: 768

Characters : Giyuu Tomioka x female reader (Hashira)

Summary : y/n meets Giyuu in a restaurant lost on the side of a road.

A/N: it's 11:48pm and I'm writing for Demon Slayer instead of learning the 4 pages in Spanish that are waiting for me nicely… I don't even have the strength to reread and it's really just sad and cute compote I guess By the way that's my first try writing for an anime...

/please reblog if you liked it <;3/ /English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake I made./ /Picture is not mine./

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Giyuu was not in the habit of carrying out accompanied missions. Most of the demon slayers who had followed him had realized this after a few minutes. His reluctance to make conversation, or simply the lack of desire to do so, had immediately made him look unpleasant.

He hadn't really heard about it, or if he had, didn't care. Since he was a child, others had been labeling him as such, and although it hurt him at first, he had quickly gotten used to it.

With such a reputation ahead of him, he was sure he would have peace and could work alone. Well, almost.

The Hashira y/n also spent most of his missions alone. The sound of her footsteps was her only company. She had been used to this way of life when she was young, but the idea of having a comrade did not displease her, on the contrary.

It was only with her two sabers that she pushed open the door of a roadside restaurant. She had never minded walking until the sound of thunder and the rain began to fall.

She didn't hate it, only when she was the victim.

She took a seat in front of a window, alone. There weren't many customers, only an old person asleep on a table, a hooded young woman watching the menu and a man she could only see from behind. She immediately recognized his straight and cold posture and the mismatched kimono he always wore.

The eagle that served as her messenger had never mentioned the presence of another Hashira near her, but she ignored it. After a few years of informing her, he knew how much she liked solitude, time for herself.

She retrieved her bag and took a seat beside him. He had no visible reaction to her appearance and simply continued what he was doing: bringing the chopsticks to his mouth in extreme concentration.

The old cook approached and allowed y/n to place her order. She moved away and calm returned to the two fighters. As always, neither spoke to the other. y/n did not do so out of respect for Giyuu. She had gotten to know him in silence, by observing him. He didn't talk much, only when he felt it was necessary. She didn't know why he was the way he was but she wouldn't allow herself to judge.

Her meal arrived and she thanked the waitress with a smile before attacking her bowl. In the middle of it, she stopped, wiped her mouth with a napkin and rummaged in her bag. She pulled out a paper folded in four that she unrolled on her lap.

The paper was a few days old, but she thought one of the articles was related to the case she was on. She put it on the table and slid it to Giyuu. He finally turned his calculating gaze to the ink.

The demon slayer asked him silently if he was on the same case. He quickly read the content before nodding. They would then make the rest of the journey together. The idea reassured y/n somewhat. She was one of the most powerful women of her generation, but she was still a woman and the world was still not safe for her gender. She would have loved to be able to say otherwise, but it wasn't, and until it was, she wouldn't feel completely safe, just as she wouldn't feel safe until all the demons were vanquished.

The company of a friend always reassured her. In her experience, men were generally less friendly when they weren't in front of a woman alone.

They set off again at the end of their meal, without waiting to digest. The storm was still going on, even if the rain had calmed down a bit. The clouds that covered the sky were so dark that it seemed for a moment that night had fallen.

She stepped outside, still protected by the front of the building, and looked up worriedly. Her hood was still wet, as were the rest of her clothes, and she wouldn't bet against the fact that she would probably get sick if she went back in.

Giyuu glanced at her before pulling out an umbrella from his belongings and opening it on both of them. He made sure that the woman had as much space as possible, even if he ended up with a wet shoulder.

The smile that she offered to him warmed up enough the interior so that he did not think any more about his body that was cooling more and more.

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newmih · 1 year

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Morning kisses

Giyuu Tomioka x female reader

600+ words

Summary : y/n wakes up next to Giyuu this time.

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!Not my picture!

It was one of those days when there was no need to get up early. The clouds had disappeared during the night, giving way to a clear blue sky crossed by the soft rays of the sun.

The relationship between Giyuu and y/n was new. Recent enough that they had only spent the night together a few times. Today was one of them. Each time it had happened, the young woman had found herself in an empty and cold bed. The absence of Giyuu in the mornings had made them argue, each time.

The woman didn't understand this need to disappear, this feeling of being in the way, of being too much.

Yet this time when the sun's rays came through the windows, partially blocked by the drawn curtains, the hashira was still in its place. Warm under the covers, he blinked a few times to get used to the light. The ceiling was not foreign but it was not familiar either. It took him a few seconds to remember the night before.

After straining his memory, past conversations and actions came back to him. His cheeks turned red at some of the reminders, the ones that had happened after the sun had long since set and the meal had been forgotten for a while.

He raised his arms to rub his face and accidentally brushed against the woman at his side. He froze, worried that he had woken her up. When he was sure she hadn't, he moved slowly to face her.

She was facing him, her face partially lit by the daylight. Giyuu felt for a few seconds that his heart had stopped. She was so pretty. He carefully put his hand under her head and began to observe her. His shy and reserved nature prevented him from doing so when she was awake and could at any moment realize his admirer.

Early on, an idea crossed his mind but he had no trouble deciding that it was not a good one and he chased it away. Yet, as he continued to watch y/n's face, he couldn't help but think about it before shaking his head again and again.

His hand lifted by itself, he would swear, and flew over his girlfriend's round cheek. The heat of her body attracted him and he ended up putting it down. His fingers tickled tenderly his cheekbone and the breath of the young woman was disturbed.

He didn't seem to mind, too focused on the soft touch.

-Are you going to kiss me or should I do it myself.

y/n's voice was almost a whisper as she spoke. Her hot breath hit the hashira's naked chest and she winced mentally, her breath must not have been the best after their activities the night before.

Yet Giyuu didn't bother to think about it as he bent down to respond to the young demon slayer's command. His slightly chapped lips brushed against the woman's before he decided to kiss her fully.

It was soft, the opposite of the kisses they had exchanged when their only goal was to satisfy each other. This time, all the affection they felt for each other was transmitted.

Y/n finally stepped back and gently pushed Giyuu's face away from her, still wanting more. He barely had time to catch his breath before she was attacked by the pillar's mouth. The many wet kisses that they sprinkled on her face ended up making her explode with laughter as she squirmed in his arms.

The man didn't know where this sudden surge of confidence came from, but he liked it. He liked not feeling every moment the fear of rejection. Of being rejected by the woman he loved.

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