1997.

1997.

Hi! I just love your works, they are so good! Do you think you could do Winchester sister who really likes Boba but she doesn’t get it often due to their lifestyle, then one day either Sam or Dean suprised her with one? Thought it would be so cute!

Boba, How I've Missed You!

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for the request! I'm really sorry it took a bit to get to it; life got quite busy. I hope you enjoy this though! Also, thank you so much! That means a lot and I'm glad you like my writings! <3 Fun fact, I've never had Boba before, but would love to try it at some point! | ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── |

Being a Winchester was definitely no easy feat. Constantly moving from place to place, there was no guarantee that you could indulge as much as other people would. Though (Y/N) was the youngest out of the Winchester family, she knew what kind of responsibility that her family name carried.

The good thing about being with her brothers though, is that they both have a sweet tooth just like her. She enjoys it when they are able to take a breather and stop by a coffee shop or bakery to feed their cravings.

(Y/n) recently found that she loves Boba and will take any chance to order it. Her brothers find her giddy nature over a sweet beverage endearing, and though they make the excuse that they need a cup of coffee, they love to make their little sister happy.

Those memories are some of the bests (Y/n) has; however, they don't come around often. Her family has been quick on their feet the last few months, and with the stress that carries over her brothers as of late, it's hard to say when those memories will come to reality again. (Y/n) knows what is more important and keeps to herself as her brothers' work.

However, there was one night where her brothers were in a more chipper mood. They were talkative over their TV dinner, joking around and bringing up past experiences.

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"Really, Dean? You just had to bring up THAT moment..." Sam snorts, his brows furrowing in a pout.

"It was hilarious, Sammy! Of course, I'll bring it up. You had coffee all over you," Dean laughs before taking a big bite of a chicken tender.

"Man, I miss going to coffee shops. I haven't had Boba in so long," (Y/n) giggles, "It's been a hot minute."

The sudden silence between her brothers causes her to stiffen. They're both staring at her with unreadable expressions, frowns etched on their lips. (Y/n)'s heart skips before she shakes her head frantically.

"I didn't mean anything by that, I'm sorry! I know we've been busy..."

"That's okay, Squirt. I miss those moments too," Deam says, leaning back. "We gotta get back to it at some point."

"Man... How long has been now?" Sam asks to no one in particular, "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

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That next morning, (Y/n) woke up to the motel room being empty. The sun was already peeking through the curtains as (Y/n) lazily ventures to it, looking out to see that the Impala was gone. A sigh escapes (Y/n), but she couldn't help but to bite her cheek. Her brothers would usually tell her if they were going somewhere, and though uneasiness tried creeping into her thoughts, she busied herself by getting ready for the day.

As the girl climbed out of the shower a few minutes later, she heard the front door open with her brothers' voices carrying soon after. She takes her time dressing before a knock is heard.

"Hey Little Bit, you almost ready?" Dean's voice resonates on the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yeah, hold on!" (Y/n) answers before opening the door. "What's up?"

"Sammy and I got you something," Dean smiles.

Sam walks over to his siblings, his own lips forming into a big smile, before gesturing to something in his hand.

"Boba!" (Y/n) cheers, grabbing it and taking a sip, "Ah! How I've missed you! Thank you, guys!"

"No problem, sweetheart. We know how much you love it," Sam says.

" Come on, you two! Stop with the chit-chat! I'm ready to dig into that Pumpkin Roll!

Watchful Eyes (Diluc and Kaeya + Sister Reader)

Angle's Share was bustling with noise as usual as the sun began to set over Mondstat. Many people flocked to the tavern to enjoy drinks. Inside of the building, a young woman was seated at one of the stools in front of the bar, resting her head in one of her hands. A glass sat in front of her as she sat in silence. A man stood behind the bar, his hair a fiery shade of red. He poured some wine into a cup before sliding it to one of the many customers that had come to enjoy some drinks. The red-headed man looked over at the young woman sitting at the bar, the two making eye contact with each other for a brief moment, smiling.

"Hey cutie" a voice suddenly caught the girl's attention. She turned her head to see an older man looking at her, clearly drunk. His eyes stared into her, sending a shiver up the young woman's spine. She finally looked away, hoping he wouldn't bother her anymore. However, her attempt to ignore the drunk man didn't work out as she had planned. In fact, it only seemed to annoy the stranger.

"What, do you think you're too good to talk to me?" He asked, an annoyed scowl on his face. For a short moment, (Y/N) glanced at him, which in hind sight was a mistake.

"Please leave me alone" the red-headed girl spoke in a quiet voice.

"Don't be like that, let me buy you a drink" the man kept persisting. Once again, (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, hoping she could get herself out of this situation. Though before she could get a single word out, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the silence. Looking up, both she and the drunk man saw the red-headed bar tender looking down at him with a menacing expression on his face.

"I believe she said she isn't interested. If you don't leave her alone I'm going to have to ask you to leave" Diluc said, his voice dripping with annoyance. The man, being drunk and stupid didn't back down.

"I wasn't bothering you, besides what does it matter to you?" He sneered, looking Diluc up and down. (Y/N) looked at her brother, knowing how his temper could be.

"I'm the owner of this tavern and her brother. Now I suggest you stop" Diluc warned him once again, but still, the man wouldn't back down. He stood up from his seat, stepping closer to the red-head. The two stared at each other as the other patrons turned their heads to see what was happening.

"Just because you're her brother doesn't mean you get to make decisions for her, right sweetheart?" The man asked, clearly thinking he was in the right. This only pissed off Diluc more.

"Leave" the red-head spoke in a deep voice. Letting out a scoff, the drunk spoke again.

"I'm a paying customer, you can't kick me out" he said, raising his voice. He stumbled back, losing his balance in the process. However, instead of hitting the floor he bumped into someone's chest. Regaining his footing, the man turned to face whoever he had bumped into, only for his eyes to go wide. He was no face to face with the Calvery Captain of the Knights of Favonius, Kaeya.

"I think you should leave" the blue-haired man spoke, an angry glint visible in his one visible eye. Knowing he was in a situation he couldn't win, the man finally gave up.

"Whatever, she isn't even that pretty" he spat, before leaving the building. The slamming of the door echoed off of the walls as the patrons returned to what they had been doing previously. Letting out a sigh of relief, (Y/N) made her way to one of the stools, sitting down. Kaeya followed behind her, sitting in the seat next to her.

"Are you ok? He didn't touch you, did he?" The man asked. (Y/N) shook her head,

"I'm fine" she spoke, feeling much calmer. Diluc was quiet, though when he glanced at his sister, there was a hint of concern on his face. (Y/N) sent him a reassuring smile, knowing she would have someone looking out for her.

Why Can't I freakin' Have a Pair of $3 Headphones?

Pairing: Sam x Sister! reader

Warning(s): Reader being a slight brat, stern Dean (really just a lil crack post)

Description: Sam buys something that his sister wanted; However, Dean doesn't know.

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        "Hey Dean, can I get these?" (Y/n) asks with a puppy-eyed smile as she walks over to her brother, who was currently deciding between two brands of booze from the alcohol walkway. Sam stands beside him, leaning on his left leg with his arms crossed, and a bored expression resting on his face. Dean barely looks up from the cooler before shaking his head adamantly. 

        "No." Dean grumbles.

        "What? Why not?" She protests.

        "Because we're only getting stuff that we need."

        "And beer is an necessity?" (Y/n) bites back.

        "Of course beer is an necessity. Now, put them back." Dean orders audaciously. His eyebrows curl over his stern gaze and his lips mold tightly into a pout.

        "Why can't I freakin' have a pair of $3 headphones?" She replies back just as childishly. 

        "Because I said so. Why do you want them so badly anyway?"

        "So I can listen to stuff without having to blare it out in the open." 

        "What do you have to hide?"

        "Ugh, just forget I said anything!" She breaths through her nose like an angry bull. She tosses the compact plastic seal onto a nearby shelf before peevishly marching to the end of the aisle.

        "I knew that would get her," Dean snorts dryly to Sam, only to realize he was not impressed with Dean's ethic. "Sheesh, sorry..." Dean blows out, then strolls across to the next lane while whistling a tune.

        As (Y/n) turns to follow behind Dean, out of the corner of her (E/c) eye, she could see Sam reaching in the half empty water section of the shelving to retrieve the headphones she threw. He nonchalantly places it in his coat pocket and she couldn't help but to smile slightly.

        When walking back to the Impala with the few groceries in hand, Sam casually bumps into his sister's shoulder. He grabs the neatly bagged device from his jacket and sneakily places it between (Y/n)'s fingers. "Don't tell Dean," He whispers, giving a warm smile.

        "You're the best," She laughs before giving him a hug from the side.

        "Very inconspicuousness, (Y/n)." Sam says with a proud grin as Dean gives them the stink eye from over his shoulder.

        "Right. Sorry," (Y/n) replies after letting him go, her cheerful mood not going unnoticed by Dean as she places the bags in the trunk and gets in the car without a complaint.

        "What did you do," Dean questions Sam as he slams the back hatch closed.

        "Just fixed what you caused," Sam shrugs with a small smirk.

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        "Uh, (Y/n), what are these?" Dean calls from across the room. His sister looks up from the novel she's reading on the bed and the color drains from her face. Dean limply dangles the cord from his index finger, anger dancing in his hazel orbs flamboyantly. 

        "Headphones," (Y/n) mumbles loud enough for her older brother to hear.

        "Did you get these behind my back?" 

        "No!" I mean, kinda..."

        "Kinda?"

        "Sammy got them for me."

        As if hearing his name, Sam enters through the main door with a couple of fast food bags soaked at the bottom with grease. He freezes on spot in the open doorway as the tense atmosphere radiates off his siblings. He slowly closes the door with the back of his heel, glancing between his brother and sister questioningly. "What's going on?"

        "What are these?" Dean instigates, showing the headphones to Sam with a slight swing. 

        "Earbuds."

        "Sis said you got them for her."

        "Yeah, I did," Sam sighs as he sets the bags down on the small kitchen counter top. "What's the big deal?"

        "She's too young-"

        "Don't start that bull crap, Dean. If I didn't trust her, I wouldn't have bought them for her. Look man, I know the real reason why you don't want her to have them," Sam says with the roll of his eyes, "Your being a stuck up though. (Y/n) can handle her own, and if she encounters somethings that makes her uncomfortable, she knows what to do. Right, (Y/n)?"

        "Dude, all I want is to listen to music privately on my way back from school. You're acting like I'm going to do something horrible," (Y/n) responds.

        Dean releases a long breath before placing the wire in his sister's lap. "Your right, I overreacted. You can listen to music as much as you like," He remarks while taking out a wrapped burger from the bag and handing it to her.

        "Thanks Dean."

        "But (Y/n)," He comments as he takes a bite out of his own burger and tosses Sam his salad carrier. He groans in delight, juice dripping off his stubbled chin before wiping it with the back of his hand. "If I find anything in your search history... your grounded for life."

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