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pascalpvnk · 5 years

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20 from the prompts list please

This didn’t end up the way I wanted it to…I hope it’s still okay ahh (masterlist is linked in my bio)

3.1k of some fluff with some pretty shitty angst

20: “Protective is different from being possessive!”

With one final swipe of mascara, and a last minute decision of a glossy lip, you’re about ready to go. Even though you’ve been looking at yourself in the mirror for about an hour, you haven’t had the chance to fully take in your appearance until now. You have to admit it; you look pretty good. Correction, really good.

There’s nothing crazy happening tonight so you’re dressed up for the part. A loose, low cut top is tucked into your favorite pair of worn jeans—the ones that really accentuate your figure the way you want—and a pair of Converse solely for comfort. Well, that is after you looked up how to properly dress for a night out. The key points you picked out were to know your setting, to feel good, and be comfortable. All three of which you definitely aced.

It’s been a while since you’ve had time to go out with work being up your ass all the time. In the times when you had some peace in your life, you wanted to spend it at home either alone or with your boyfriend. You’ve been trapped in your cycle of work, Shawn, and sleep that you’ve neglected your friend group more than you could’ve ever imagined. But tonight is your night. All of your guys’ night and you’ve been giddy about it since it was planned.

The bedroom door slowly opens and Shawn pops in as you shamelessly continue to admire yourself in the full length mirror. He plants himself behind you, peering over your left shoulder and drinking in your reflection. His stare finds yours and his lip slips its way between his teeth. He sucks in a breath and finally allows himself to touch you. You feel his fingertips trace up along your spine and delicately run across the silver chain adorning your neckline.

“Mm..you look gorgeous, honey,” he compliments, leaving a chaste kiss at the base of your neck, covering the cool metal. “Do you have to go?”

You chuckle at your needy boyfriend, who would cling to you like a koala if he could. “Yes, Shawn. We’ve had this all set for weeks. And I want to get out of the house for once and not have to be in work clothes.”

“Maybe if you stayed, I could help you get out of these clothes.” Shawn gently wraps his arms around your torso and sways the two of you from side to side, his breath hot in your neck.

Don’t fall into his trap. Of course you would love to stay and have a steamy night with him at home, but you have plans. Plans with people you haven’t seen in forever. The people that you’ve been neglecting more and more since you’ve let yourself become used to your routine. You never wanted that to happen and you’re definitely not allowing it to continue.

“As tempting as it sounds, it’ll have to be another time. I’m not flaking on my friends again.” You let your arms rest on top of his, rubbing the pads of your thumbs against his skin.

“Maybe when you get back?” Shawn buries his nose into the crook of your neck and shoots doe eyes at you through the mirror. The temptation to give into him is very strong, but you just can’t.

“Yes, maybe, but I’m making absolutely no promises. I’ll probably be back a little bit after midnight so I might just wanna go to bed. I can only for sure promise cuddles tonight if you’re down,” you smirk, fully knowing that Shawn has never turned down cuddling and probably never will.

“I’d say that’s a deal.” His voice is muffled by your shoulder, but you can see the crinkle in his eyes when he smiles. It’s crazy how this man can turn you on in a flash but then you blink your eyes and he’s the cutest person to grace this world. Saying you’re lucky to have him is such an understatement.

The two of you bask in the silence and presence of each other for a moment. It’s intoxicating, really. The level of intimacy that you share is otherworldly; something you’ve never shared with another person before. Honestly, you could stare at his beautiful self for eternity and never become bored. And what’s even better is that you know that he feels the same way about you, and you couldn’t dare to ask for anything more than that.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he pouts, bringing his chin up to rest against you. His arms slightly tighten around you, like he was going to lose you if he were to let go.

You gently spin around in his hold and place your hands on his chest, “I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll only be a few hours and then you’ll get the cuddles I promised.”

“Okay. I might call Brian and some other guys and see if they wanna go somewhere or play video games,” he shrugs. You’re aware that he doesn’t like being alone, so this isn’t odd. At least he’s not pleading for you to stay.

“Look at you being social,” you beam. “I really gotta go, though. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.”

After patting his chest a couple times, you stand up on your toes just to give him a peck. His frame leans down to capture your lips into another, longer kiss, humming into your mouth. He’s really not making this easy, huh.

“Text me when you get there too, yeah?” Shawn tells you once he pulls away. “Just wanna make sure you get there safely.”

“I can definitely do that. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies with the cheesiest grin plastered on his face.

Shawn turns to grab your purse for you. With his back to you, you can tell that he’s reaching inside. Not questioning him—completely trusting that he’s not digging for information—you let him search for whatever he’s set to find. He turns back to you and comes up with a stick of gum along with your tube of lip gloss.

“You’ll wanna reapply, babe,” Shawn smirks, popping the gum into his mouth. That’s when you see his lips shining from your gloss. A giggle escapes from you when you take it from him. He plants one last kiss on your forehead and lets you on your way.

You arrive at the sports bar and immediately hear the droning sound of sports announcers on the televisions and drunk patrons reacting loudly to them. Quickly, you grab your phone from your pocket and shoot Shawn a text, letting him know that you arrived safely, before searching for your group.

It takes mere seconds before the overpowering cheers of your friends completely fill your ears. Your wide eyes find their table, all three of them waving in your direction. There are already multiple empty shot glasses on the hardwood and you can tell that they’re already way ahead of you. This is what I get for being late.

“You made it!!” Rubie exclaims. “I was about to drink your shots but I did not! Here you go, lady. You’ve got some catching up to do, alcohol-wise and in general.”

She pushes three glasses towards you and you take a seat next to her in the round booth. You immediately feel a weight lift off of your shoulders and for some reason, it’s easier to breathe. After settling in, you greet Aila and Milo.

“So how’s life been treating you? It feels like we haven’t seen you in forever,” Milo pouts, taking a sip of his beer. The guilt of not seeing them has been eating away at you but now you feel kind of awful. You let the first shot of what you now know is tequila glide down your throat before answering his question.

“It’s been okay, but I feel really bad about not spending time with you guys. There’s really no excuse-“

“Hey, you’re okay,” Aila interrupts. “We’ve been busy too and all of our schedules don’t always line up. But we’re all here now, so I think we should celebrate that.”

That’s Aila. She’s always been the mom friend and you’ve known that since you two were little. Her role is completely necessary since Rubie is rowdier than hell and you and Milo both tend to be emotional wrecks. You make a mental note to thank her later and just show her that you’re appreciative of her in general.

The four of you talk more while you finish the other two shots and some lighter stuff until you start to feel a buzz. Your “superstar boyfriend,” as Rubie called him, was brought up into the conversation a couple times, followed by a “you lucky bitch” and an “I’m so single” or something along those lines. You honestly do feel lucky to have him, but it’s nice to have some time away and you weren’t really planning on talking about him. Then again, you talk very highly about him and it makes you kind of miss him.

“Helloooo,” Milo is stretched across the table and waving his hand in front of your face. “You left us and went to a completely different dimension and I’d like you to return please.”

“Sorry,” you mutter into your glass. Stop thinking about him and just live in the moment, dammit.

The food that Aila had ordered for all of you finally arrives and your mouth starts to water in an instant. In that same instant, Rubie is speaking with not much of an indoor voice because she’s excited to “finally fucking eat something.”

As you all dig in, Aila’s eyes keep wandering behind you. Her cheeks turn rosy and she puts down her fries.

“Either that guy behind you is checking you out or is checking me out but I can’t tell,” she tells you, her eyes adverting to her plate.

“Well one, he can only see the back of my head and two,” you pause as you start to turn in your seat, “he better be eye fucking you because I’m tak-”

You cut yourself off and stare at the redhead at the bar. Unsurprisingly, you see a head of curly brown hair right next to him. Brian, your boyfriend’s best friend, points at you and nudges the broad shoulder to his left. Quickly, you turn around to meet three pairs of very confused eyes.

“Do you know him?” Milo asks. “He’s kinda cute, not gonna lie.”

“It’s Shawn’s best friend, and he saw me and I think they’re coming over here,” you spit out.

It shouldn’t bother you that he’s here, in fact it’s probably a complete coincidence, but it’s supposed to be your night with your friends. The friends that you’ve put off hanging out with because you’ve always been with him.

“Ohhh,” he responds. “Well it’s okay. The more, the merrier, right?”

The rest of your friends agree with him just as the two men approach the table. Shawn looks so happy and surprised that you’re here that it has to be a coincidence, right? He was just looking for a place to hang out with his best friends and it just happened to be the same place that you took yours. It happens.

“Hi, honey. Fancy seeing you here,” Shawn chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You introduce him and Brian to everyone and offer for them to sit down. Shawn is now squished between you and Brian, whose eyes are lingering on Aila for maybe a few seconds too long.

Everybody converses with each other, but you can’t help but feel an unsettling feeling in your stomach. There’s almost no way that out of all of the bars he could’ve chosen to go to, he picked this one. It’s the most public one in the area and it’s a decent distance away from your home. The bad feeling settles deeper and you’re worried that the alcohol is also contributing to that. You excuse yourself to go to the restroom and Aila and Rubie insist on going with you.

Once inside, you pull your hair back and run your hands under the cool water of the sink, dabbing your neck to try to help you cool off.

“Are you okay, hun?” Aila rubs your back and you look at her through the mirror. “I can take you home if you’d like.”

“No, I should be okay. I just needed a breather. Super stuffy in there, yunno?” You give her your best attempt of a smile. Aila nods and takes a step back.

“I may be a teeny bit drunk,” Rubie slurs, “but I know for a fact that you were just fine until you realized your superstar was here. Trouble in paradise?”

“Rubie!” Aila scolds in a whisper. The drunk girl just shrugs and waits for you to answer. Quite frankly, you don’t know how to answer. Yes, you two are doing great and you haven’t fought much but sometimes it can be suffocating. You didn’t really realize that until you were with your friends. It feels like he’s stuck in the honeymoon phase whereas you want to move on to the next level of the relationship. It all confuses you so much because you do love him so, so much, but you were so happy to finally be away from him.

“I think everything is okay…it was just supposed to be our night as friends. It’s not like I don’t want him here, it’s just hard to explain, yunno?” You fish around in your purse for your lip gloss, feeling the need to retouch it. Aila agrees with you and so does Rubie, although you don’t think she caught anything you said.

Confusion hits you like a truck when you find one of Shawn’s wireless earbuds on your purse. Not just one, but both and the case is nowhere to be found. Now, you know for a fact that you can track them, since you’ve had to do it for yours before, but it only works when they’re not in the case. You’re not one to assume, but with everything that’s happened tonight, it’s the only thing that makes sense to you.

“You know, I’m actually not feeling too hot. I’m gonna tell Shawn that I wanna go home. We need to do this again soon, I really had fun,” you shove your findings back into your bag. With no questions asked, they just nod and you lead them back to the table. Shawn is quick to his feet to let you back into the booth, but you stop him short.

After explaining yourself, well lying really, the two of you go home, leaving behind your confused friends and Brian, who was elated to have more time to chat with Aila.

Shawn tries to make conversation with you in the car, but you brush him off and stare out the window. And man, is it the longest twenty minute drive you’ve ever experienced. The air in the car is thick. Not even the quiet music could help you calm down. You’re internalizing your anger but with each passing second, it grows within you. You can’t believe he would go out of his way to do all of this. To ruin your time with your friends. You’ve never done that to him once.

Once you’re inside your shared condo, you immediately kick your shoes off at the door and throw your coat on the back of the sofa.

“What the hell,” you dig into your purse to find his earbuds and hold them up for him to see, “are these doing here, Shawn?”

“I must’ve dropped them in there, or I asked you to carry them for me? I don’t know,” Shawn responds, scratching the back of his neck.

“I never use this purse on a regular basis, and I just got it out for tonight. They’re not mine because mine are on my nightstand. You put them in my purse before I left and tracked me.”

“I was just trying to protect you, hun,” he mumbles, dropping his head so you can’t see his eyes.

“Protective is different from being possessive! I wasn’t in harm’s way. I was with a group at a bar and guess what, Shawn. I’m a fucking adult and I can take care of myself.” Your voice raises, and you aren’t sure if you meant for that to happen. There’s no going back from here.

“I was not being possessive,” he defends himself poorly. It’s clear that he doesn’t appreciate your tone, but you don’t appreciate the way he’s treated you tonight.

“There is a thin fucking line between being protective and possessive and you crossed it, Shawn! You followed me to the bar and you sabotaged my time with friends that I haven’t seen in months. If I did that to you, you would be livid. Don’t give me bullshit responses because you did something wrong and you don’t want to admit it.”

“Honey, calm down, it was a mistake,” he says after a minute of silence. “I shouldn’t have done it and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

For a second, you contemplate on arguing him for telling you to calm down, but you decide that it isn’t worth it. He seems sincere and you don’t wanna make him feel worse.

“I accept your apology. I don’t want this to come in between us, but I want to be alone right now.”

You move to your shared bedroom, and prepare for bed. Every emotion is running through you, and you don’t know how to deal with it other than isolating yourself. Either that, or blowing up in his face, which isn’t some you want to do again.

“But what about our cuddles? You promised,” he whines, clearly trying to find a way to stay with you. Shawn’s tall frame blocks the doorway, his eyes locked on you.

“I feel like I’ve gained the right to break that promise the second you broke our trust. Just because I accepted your apology doesn’t mean I don’t still feel hurt,” you inform him. “I’m going to go sleep on the couch.” You try to push past him but he makes you come to a halt.

“No, please stay here. I fucked up, so I’ll go sleep on the couch. I love you and you didn’t deserve any of this, I’m sorry. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Shawn gives you a light kiss on the forehead just before he leaves you alone for the night.

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olivediamonds · 4 years

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Face-To-Face: chapter 4

"Damn it Rai open up! It's been almost an hour!"

It has been a week since Keira had moved in and she thought she got the hang of Raihan's showering habits but apparently she was wrong. After a couple of more bangs the door finally opened and Raihan stepped out in nothing but a towel. His usual cornrows were undone and his curly hair was still dripping wet. Keira could feel the heat rising in her cheeks but she still kept her grumpy face.

"Well finally! Now if you don't mind, I need a nice cold shower."

She pushed past him as he chuckled and shut the door behind him as he walked out and to his room. Keira turned on the shower and set in after undressing and worked on washing her hair. She silently scolded herself for still getting flustered seeing Raihan half naked. Ever since she started living with him she learned quickly he loved walking around shirtless. The only time he really wore one was to go outside. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the bathroom door open. She had thought Raihan was just grabbing something he forgot but that thought was quickly proven wrong when he pulled back the shower curtain.

"Hey Keira did you-"

"Rai! I'm naked!"

"And I'm half naked and hungry now did you eat the last of the chips?"

Raihan ducked as a shampoo bottle was thrown at him.

"I bought more chips yesterday! Check the top shelf!"

"Oh sweet! Thanks babe!"

He closed the curtain and left the bathroom. She could feel her blush returning as she returned to washing her hair. After she finished her shower she dressed and found Raihan watching TV and trying to straighten his hair.

"Why do I get the feeling that you'll end up burning yourself trying to straighten your hair blind. Give me that, I'll do it."

Raihan grinned as he passed her the straightener. She worked on straightening his hair while he took a selfie.

"If you post that I might accidentally burn your ear."

He chuckled as he posted the selfie.

"You know you love me too much to do that."

She rolled her eyes as she finished straightening his hair and began redoing his cornrows.

"It's your fault if tomorrow's headline on tabloid news feeds are "is Raihan seeing previous champion Keira?!" Because you know how your fans get."

He laughed because he knew she was right. The same day Keira first came to Galar there were rumors started that they were dating.

"What? You wouldn't want to date me? I think we'd make a cute couple."

Keira snickered as she finished his hair and hopped over the couch to sit next to him.

"Let's be real, if I rated everyone I'd date it would be Piers, Leon, Nessa, Milo and then you."

Raihan gasped dramatically and clung to her waist.

"No way! There's no way Leon is better than me!"

Keira laughed and swiped the remote to change the channel. She knew he wanted attention and the best way to tease him was to ignore him.

"Oh so Leon can't be better than you but Piers can?"

"Well yeah, it's Piers. Can't beat a bad boy musician."

Keira laughed harder because it was completely true. She tickled his side to get him to let go of her. Best part of Raihan walking around shirtless, it's easier to tickle him.

"Alright e-boy get up I'm supposed to meet Nessa and Sonia for a shopping trip."

"Ooh girl time, enjoy!"

Keira climbed over the couch to grab her bag and headed out while texting Sonia she was on her way.

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"So, how is it living with Raihan?"

Keira looked over at Nessa as she was looking for a new hoodie.

"It's pretty good, the guy doesn't know personal space but I'm used to it."

Sonia giggled as she stepped out of the changing room in a floral sundress.

"That sounds like Raihan. Even when younger he never understood personal space."

Nessa nodded as she passed Keira a hoodie she thought Keira would look good in.

"I thought your plan was to look for your own place? Don't tell me he charmed you into staying."

Keira blushed as she tried on the hoodie. It was an eevee inspired hoodie with a fluffy collar and ears on the hood.

"Of course not, I am looking. It's just nice being able to see him face to face. I've known him since I was a kid and it's just fun being able to talk with him everyday instead of texting."

Nessa and Sonia gave each other a knowing look as Sonia pulled out her phone. She showed her phone to Keira which had Raihan's selfie on his rotogram.

"So that's not you doing Rai's hair?"

Keira raised an eyebrow at the photo.

"So? The dork was watching TV and trying to straighten his hair. I offered to do it so he didn't burn himself."

Sonia smirked.

"Raihan never lets anyone touch his hair. I've offered to do it to make it easier for him but he always says no!"

Keira blushed and pushed passed a giggling Nessa so she could buy the hoodie.

"Just because I did his hair doesn't mean anything!"

"We didn't say anything. You're the one making assumptions Keira."

Keira turned to look at a smirking Nessa.

"Don't you get all phycological on me. He's my best friend and nothing more."

Keira left the store with Sonia and Nessa laughing behind her. She was still hung up on what Sonia said. It had to be because Rai trusted her, that's why he let her do his hair, nothing more than that. Keira stopped in her tracks when her path was cut off by a group of Team Flare grunts standing in her way. Sonia raised an eyebrow at the group and tried to walk past them but was pushed back.

"You're not going anywhere."

Keira glared at the grunts as Nessa took out one of her pokeballs. Inari, sensing Keira's agitation released herself from her pokeball and readied her wand.

"There's no need to fight if you just surrender your pokemon and come with us Miss Keira."

The group parted and from the group came a woman in a white suit with gold trimming.

"Who the hell are you?"

The woman ignored Sonia as she pointed at Keira.

"If you don't come with us we'll have to take you with us by force."

#pokemon fic #pokemon raihan #pokemon sword and shield #face-to-face

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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 years

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In It’s Natural State

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,249

Warnings: Fluffy goodness

Request: can you write a dean x reader where the reader has naturally curly hair but she usually straightens it. when it gets wet it curls up. they get caught out in the rain somehow and her hair starts to get curly but she can't find her straightener because dean hid it.

Summary: You have naturally curly hair but always straighten it. When you, Sam and Dean go on a hunt and Dean hides your straightner, you don’t know what you’ll do when it starts raining and ruins all your hard work.

Author’s Note: I am back with a new fic! This is the first fic since I have returnew\d. I need to get back into the spirit of writing which I’ll do tomorrow since I have a 12 hour. I need to get out of this writer’s block. I hope you like this! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are mine.

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“You ready? I want to get back before it rains. It said it was going to later today.” Dean said from the bathroom. You were just finishing up straightening your hair.

“Yeah, babe, I’m almost done.” You said and Dean groaned, walking back to the bed where he and Sam waited for you.

“Why do girls take so long to get ready?” Dean asked his brother who just shrugged. You didn’t go anywhere without straightening your hair. You had naturally curly hair but you didn’t like it. It made you feel like you didn’t have control of it since your hair did its own thing, most of the time. But when it’s straightened, you could do a lot more things with it, manipulating it in your favor.

Sam and Dean have never seen you with curly hair since you usually got to bed with it straightened and when you wake up, you straighten it some more. Yes, you realize how much damage has been done to your hair but whenever you went to get your hair cut, they always said it was nice and healthy. Maybe it was the supplies you secretly stole from Sam that made up for it.

You just hoped you could get back in time before it rains because one splash of water on your hair would just ruin all the hard work you did. You quickly finished up and walked out of the bathroom, confident in your look.

“Ready.” You smiled and put your straightener back in your bag.

“You took all that time just to straighten your hair?” Dean asked, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

“Yeah, it takes time to look this good.” You winked at him before walking out to the car. Both Sam and Dean chuckled before Sam followed you out. Dean stayed behind and looked at your straightener in your bag. You didn’t know this but he’s seen you with your natural hair. Once when you got out of the shower and another time when you came home from spending time at Charlie’s place which had a pool. You thought you snuck by everyone but Dean saw.

He loved your curly hair and knew it was going to rain so he took your straightener out of your bag and decided to hide it because he wished you would wear your natural hair more often. After Dean hid it, he walked out to the car and got in, pretending everything was fine. He backed out of the parking lot and drove to wherever Sam said they needed to be.

After you interviewed all the witnesses, you and the Winchesters decided to spend your time at the local library to see if you could do more research there. You didn't want to go back to the room just yet because it was getting kind of stuffy in there. It wasn’t raining yet, so you thought you had some time before it did.

Well, you and Sam decided to do research but Dean thought it would be funny to mess with you while you worked. You knew he hated doing research of any kind but this was getting ridiculous.

“Dean, sweetheart, you know I love you but please quit bugging me.” You said in the nicest way possible.

“I’m bored.” He pouted and moved away from you.

“Why don’t you crack open a book? How about that?” Sam said, looking at his brother.

“I’m not that bored.” Dean grumbled and decided to fill his time by playing with your hair. You didn’t mind it since it relaxed you so you didn’t stop him when he started to braid it, doing different things to your hair.

It made the time go by faster when you weren’t stressing about things.

Before you knew it, you spent a good few hours researching when it was only supposed to be one hour. The only reason you looked at the time is when you heard a loud crack of thunder. You lifted your head and saw it raining outside and you cursed, packing up your things.

“What is it?” Sam asked, looking outside.

“When did it rain?” Dean asked, taking his fingers from your hair.

“Shit, we have to get back to the room.” You said and Sam agreed. You three packed up your things and walked to the door. You bit your lip, knowing your hair was going to get wet. You groaned and handed Dean your things before taking your blazer off and putting it over your head to protect it.

“Is that really necessary?” Sam asked and you glared at him.

“Yes, now walk.” You said and walked into the rain. Your blazer did nothing to protect your hair as the water soaked through the material and onto your hair. You groaned, knowing it was useless so you took your jacket off your head and quickly got in the car, trying to fix it before it became obvious you had curly hair. Sam and Dean got in and Dean wasted no time driving to the room.

When Dean got to the room, you bolted out of the car and into the room, immediately going to your straightener. But it wasn’t where you left it. You started taking your things out but it wasn’t in your bag. Sam and Dean walked into the room but you didn't stop looking.

“Where is my straightener?” You asked

“You have curly hair?” Sam asked and you sighed, knowing the facade was blown. You turned around and looked at the Winchesters.

“Yes, I have curly hair. Now where is my straightener?” Sam genuinely looked as if he had no idea where it was. Dean, on the other hand, was hiding something.

“Dean, where is it?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“I’m going to take a shower, get out of these wet clothes.” Sam said and booked it to the bathroom. When the door clicked, Dean spoke.

“I hid it.” He didn’t even hide the fact that he hid it.

“Why?” You asked, crossing your arms, knowing your hair was getting curlier by the minute.

“Come on, you always straighten your hair. I actually think you look nice the way it is now.”

“You like this mess?” You scoffed, not believing it.

“Yes, I do. I mean, you’re beautiful no matter what but with your natural hair, you look genuine, pure. Especially without makeup on. Your freckles are amazing. You look amazing without anything on.” Dean blushed, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled and bit your lip, thinking. For the first time in a long time, you actually felt good about your hair in its natural state.

You walked to Dean and brought his face down for a kiss. He kissed you back and slid his hands in your hair.

“You really like my hair, huh?” You asked when you parted.

“Hell yeah I do.” Dean said, staring into your eyes.

“Thanks, Dean.”

“For what?”

“For making me feel beautiful with my natural hair. It hasn’t happened in a long time.”

“Why don’t you give your hair a break for the remainder of the hunt. I can’t imagine all that heat applied is good for it.”

“It isn’t but I steal Sam’s products which kind of help.” You said with a smile.

“I heard that!” Sam said from the closed bathroom door. You and Dean just laughed before you gave him another kiss. Maybe you could go without straightening your hair for a few days.

The Queens:

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