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The Stonewall Inn
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Nobody Quite Like This Ch. 4
Fandom: Voltron
Summary: The Paladins of Voltron have discovered a prisoner Galra ship. Hoping to find Pidgeâs brother and father, they decide to sneak onto the ship and look for them. What they donât expect to find is this: a mysterious human boy and girl, passed out behind bars
Word Count: 1795
Relationships: Matt/Shiro, others to come
Characters: Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge/Katie, Hunk, Coran, Allura, Original Characters, Matt(mentioned)
Warnings: Language
A/N: Chapter four. First voltron fanfic. Way too excited to be writing this :D
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10326254/chapters/22829777
Thank you for reading and feedback is welcome!
Chapter Four: The Pilot and the Sniper
âThat should do it!â Roaron says excitedly as he pulls back away from the panel and wipes sweat off his brow.
âIncredible.â Coran comments as he looks over his work on the escape pod from the Galra ship. It no longer looks like a regular wimpy pod: it has several boosters and a thicker frame so itâs not as easily damaged. Within the walls are several guns, controlled by a panel facing opposite of the steering panel. The two seats inside sit back to back. Coran looks over to Roaron and smiles. âYou did a fantastic job.â
Nobody Quite Like This Ch. 3
Fandom: Voltron
Summary: The Paladins of Voltron have discovered a prisoner Galra ship. Hoping to find Pidgeâs brother and father, they decide to sneak onto the ship and look for them. What they donât expect to find is this: a mysterious human boy and girl, passed out behind bars
Word Count: 2464
Relationships: Matt/Shiro, others to come
Characters: Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge/Katie, Hunk, Coran, Allura, Original Characters, Matt(mentioned)
Warnings: Language
A/N: Third chapter of first Voltron fanfic, woot! Iâve gotten more views on AO3 then I thought I would so Iâm excited! Link:Â http://archiveofourown.org/works/10326254/chapters/22829777
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Chapter Three: No I in Team
âSo this is the training room?â Skylar asks as she peers around it. Hunk nods as he follows in after her. âYup. Itâs pretty neat.â Sky continue to walk around the room, quiet as she looks. She turns to Hunk. âHow do you activate it?â he grins and walks over to a wall, causing a panel to pop up. She crosses the room to stand beside him and look around on it.
Nobody Quite Like This Ch. 2
Fandom: Voltron
Summary: The Paladins of Voltron have discovered a prisoner Galra ship. Hoping to find Pidge's brother and father, they decide to sneak onto the ship and look for them. What they don't expect to find is this: a mysterious human boy and girl, passed out behind bars
Word Count: 2433
Relationships: Matt/Shiro, others to come
Characters: Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge/Katie, Hunk, Coran, Allura, Original Characters, Matt(mentioned)
Warnings: Language
A/N: Second chapter of first Voltron fanfic. Itâs on AO3 as well:Â http://archiveofourown.org/works/10326254/chapters/22829777
Thank you for reading and feedback is welcome!
Chapter Two:Â Imprisonment
The girl is quick to scarf down the food set in front of her, despite it being space goo. Roaron eats his much slower, grimacing slightly at the taste. Both of them have been uncuffed, but Lance still has his gun out while Keith has his sword resting by his side. âMmm this is fantastic!â the girl gushes as she pushes her empty plate a little bit away from her. She glances around. âThank you so much for your hospitality...even if a little hostile.â
Nobody Quite Like This Ch. 1
Fandom: Voltron
Summary:Â The Paladins of Voltron have discovered a prisoner Galra ship. Hoping to find Pidge's brother and father, they decide to sneak onto the ship and look for them. What they don't expect to find is this: a mysterious human boy and girl, passed out behind bars
Word Count: 1691
Relationships: Matt/Shiro, others to come
Characters: Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge/Katie, Hunk, Coran, Allura, Original Characters, Matt(mentioned)
Warnings: Language
A/N: First Voltron fanfic, since I have become trash. Itâs also on AO3, hereâs the link:Â http://archiveofourown.org/works/10326254/chapters/22829777
Thank you for reading and feedback is welcome!
Chapter One: The Rescue
âRemember team: weâre here to rescue prisoners, not to engage the Galra if we can help it.â Alluraâs voice comes over the speakers as the Green Lion lands silently on the surface of the enemyâs ship. âCopy that.â Pidge answers, leaving the cockpit with Hunk and Shiro close behind her. They had decided that her lion would be the best to stealthily get into the ship and get the prisoners out. Coran had spotted this ship on the scanners and had figured out that there werenât many guards on it, as well as most of them were drones anyways. Pidge activates her bayard and cuts a hole into the ship.

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One Year
Okay, so I donât know how many of you know this or remember but on December 8 it will have been exactly one year since I posted my first Reader Insert fic on my old blog. I had all of 12 followers when I posted my Amnesia Series (LINK HERE) and I was terrified, scared to death becasue I have been told all my life that Iâm not creative and that Iâm only good at numbers and that type of stuff. I had started writing fanfic the summer before with an OFC, but reader inserts were so daunting and scary, I didnât think I could do it, and I really had no idea about Tumblr.
Since then I have not been able to stop writing, and even when I donât post for awhile, Iâm still dabbling around. I written a lot of stuff I never thought I would be able to write (smut definitly comes to mind lol). Iâve also completed quite a few fics that I am truely proud of. It is really surreal that it has only been a year. I honestly donât remember what I used to do with my spare time and I donât remember what I did before I met so many amazing people with so many amazing stories (life or fic) of their own.
In the last year I have met so many fantastic people. So many awesome, amazing people that I am so proud to call my friends. I love all of you, even if we donât talk every single day, even if we havenât talked in a month, I still consider you a friend. I know Iâm going to miss some people below, but know that I still love you, I still appreciate you, Iâm just a scatter brained person who canât think half of the time. But here we go, a special shout out to the following peepsâŚ
@writingaworldofmyown- Sarah, dear, none of this would have been possible without you. Yeah, I was a nerd but I didnât know what fanfiction was let alone what a fandom was. You are my best friend, I miss living with you so much and our fangirling moments. Literally you are one of the most important people who have come into my life and I am honored to have you as my friend.
@trash-trashaf- Steff, for those of you who donât know is my real life little sister. She encourages me so much. She sits there paitiently when Iâm going nuts with ideas. I love you girl.
@deanwinchester-af- Elsie, my boo, you were my first tumblr buddy. Your seven day challenge was the first challenge I did and gave me enough confidence to write and plan out series. You are literally one of the sweetest people I have ever met. You are so encouraging and kind and the master of fluff and every time I read your stuff Iâm a giggling mess.Â
@the-mrs-deanwinchester-Kathryn!! You inspired me to write a lot of my fics. I look up to you so much and you have always been there for me when I need you. I know we donât always talk as much as we used to but your still my bae and ily girl.
@nichelle-my-belle- Nichelle, I know we donât talk a lot but I feel kinda this comradery with you becasue we were guppies at the same time and we had a âfewâ gif wars lol. I admire your writing so much, youâre angst and smut are the bomb.
@sherlock44Â - Amanda, literally the sweetest sweetheart to ever exist. You are so kind and such a cheerleader. I seriously remember when you rebloged my first fic and I think you were the first person who ever asked me for a tag. I havenât talked to you in awhile, so I hope school is going well. I know you are kicking ass and taking names.
@winchestersnco- Erin! You are amazing. You are such an amazing writer, such an amazing person. There are not enough words in the world to describe you. Thank you for being there, being supportive, letting me vent to you and being there at 3AM when I have a random thought or there is a mouse in my house.
@bloodysideofhell-I swear to Chuck you are my long lost sister. I enjoy your fics so much, I enjoy talking to you, your angst kills me slowly and I love it. Your random puns and gifs never fail to make me laugh.
@torn-and-frayed-Steph, my dear. I love how you are funny and sarcastic. I love your fics and your angst and just what an awesome person you are.Â
@bandobsession98- Rach! ily girl. It sucks becasue of timezones, but I absolutly love to talk to you and I love how we have absolutley no shame at all when we do lol. I know you are a Sam!girl, but I will forgive you this once lol
@salvachester- Scar! You are so sassy and helpful and perfect. I love how you add to porn battles and honestly when I post something angsty or smutty I look foreward to your reaction. Every time I write angst I actually edit it thinking âis this worthy of Scar Tyra-ing it?â
@eyes-of-a-disney-princess-Alright, I got to keep this to a reasonable length so letâs just cut to the chaseâŚYou are awesome (I could go on for days). Like I wish one of us would have bucked up and started talking to the other months ago. I look foreward to our porn battles, I adore you and your writing. I love, love, love talking to you everyday. I legit miss you when I donât hear from you and I always love how there is zero off limits when we are talking or tagging.Â
And a special shoutout to some people that I talk to occasionally, that I consider friends, that I admire and love and look foreward to getting to know better in the future @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit, @oriona75, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @percywinchester27 , @deandoesthingstome, @writingbeautifulmen, @chaos-and-the-calm67, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @idreamofhazel, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @winchesterenthusiast, @fabulouslyboredeveryday, @vintagevalentinexx, @adriellej, @kas-not-cas, @kazchester-fanfiction, @ackleholic96 and Iâm 100% sure there are a couple people I am forgetting at the moment. But thank you all!!!
Decisions, Decisions
Summary: You are hurt on a hunt and wake up at the hospital. While there, your best friend Benny and your ex, Sam, tell you how they feel about you.Â
This is for @bloodysideofhellâs drabble request for the Tumblr Awards
Characters: Reader, Sam, Benny
Pairings: ???? X Reader
Word Count: 1300
Warnings: Â Language, angst
A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading.
Tags are at the bottom. If you would like to be put on my Forever Fic Tag List, please let me know! (Also, I know this isnât a Dean fic so I apologize for tagging anyone who didnât want tagged)
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The smell of bleach, that unique sanitary hospital smell fills your nose. You can feel something foreign in your throat, somewhere in your mind you know itâs a tube. But that small realization takes too much effort and you slip back into unconsciousness.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Fuck it felt like you had been hit by a train. Everything hurt, every damn muscle. Your throat is raw, the tube gone. How long had it been?
Itâs hard to open your eyes, it takes everything you have and your lids barely even flutter.
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Pick Up and Chase - Chapter 8 bonus scene
Pick Up and Chase Chapter 8 bonus (aka, a scene that never happened, but that makes me giggle).
With the wind blowing his hair up off his neck, Adrien blinked stupidly as he stared down over the edge of the Eiffel Tower. It was only when Ladybug had been gone a few momentsâand the chill had risen up through his clothesâthat it occurred to him how stranded he was.
Heâd had Plagg stay at home (in the actual story, he took Plagg with him, remember), which meant he had no way of getting down.
Panic quickly dropped down on his shoulders.
âWait! Ladybug!â he shouted into the night, shifting in place as he looked frantically around. âI canât transform!â Silence. âLadybug?!â Still nothing. âMy LadyâŚ?!â
âWhat do you mean you canât transform?!â Jumping, Adrien turned quickly and watched as Ladybug landed just behind him, a frown creasing her lips as she slammed her hands to her hips.
Ashamed just looking at her disapproving expression, Adrienâs cheeks flushed while he tapped his fingers together just beneath his chin. âI left Plagg in my bedroomâŚâ he muttered quietly.
âUgh! Seriously?!â
âYou carried me all the way up here!â he objected, arms slamming down to his sides as he balled his hands into fists. âI didnât know taking me back down would be such a burden!â
âYou ruined my exit!â she explained, gesturing off the side of the tower. âIt was perfect!â
Adrien scoffed. âIt was a tad overly-dramatic, donât you think?â
âI was trying to be romantic.â
âOh yeah.â Adrien rolled his eyes. âLeaving me up here to fall and die. Real romantic, My Lady. Bravo.â He clapped his hands together in lackluster applause.
She glared. âI donât even know why I went to the effort. Youâre the one that said you wanted to be âromanced.ââ
âIâm pretty sure being left at the top of the Eiffel Tower is not what people have in mind when they imagine it as a good date location.â
âYou know what, I liked you a lot better before you knew that I knew you were Chat Noir. Adrien had a lot less attitude.â
âUm, rude!â
âYou deserve it. I canât believe you didnât bring your kwami with you. What kind of superhero are you supposed to be?â
âThe kind that didnât want to give away their superhero identity because he knows his partner would have a hissy-fit if he did! Or so he thought before he realized she was playing him the whole time!â
âStop talking about yourself in the third person. And I would not have had a hissy-fit.â
âExplain to me, then, whatâs happening right now.â One eyebrow raised, his crossed his arms haughtily over his chest as he waited.
âRight now weâre having a discussion about how irresponsible you are and how you ruined my whole plan!â She stomped one of her feet like a petulant child.
âSome plan,â he mocked. âShould have used lucky charmâwe both know none of your plans would work without it.â
She gasped. Adrien shrugged.
Stepping forward and closing the distance between them, she poked him harshly in the middle of the chest. âI should push you off this tower right now.â
Adrien gaped in outrage.
âBut I wonât,â she continued harshly. âBecause I donât wanna clean up the mess.â
âIs that really all my life is wo-â
Reaching up, she clamped her gloved fingers over his lips. âStop talking,â she said quietly. Adrien mumbled against her hold, but couldnât get any words out, thus making his defense little more than a series of grunts. âYouâre not allowed to talk anymore,â she went on. âNo more words. None.â
Shoulders slumping, he frowned, but did as she said.
âI canât believe this,â she was muttering as she reached out and grabbed him around the middle, tugging him close as she cast her yoyo out off the tower. âMy exit was so good! What a waste.â
Adrienâs head lolled back with another exasperated roll of his eyes as she lifted off and swung down into the city.
Light Bulb
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 2,415
Summary: Jensen realizes his crush on the reader is not going away.
-Jensen and Danneel are married in this fic but they donât have any kids.
Jensen fucking Ackles.
Nice. Sweet. Handsome. Talented. Funny. Smart. Witty. Genuine.
The list goes on and on.
Youâve seen him around Austin enough so the shock has worn off.
Now you see him like a regular customerâŚa gorgeous but regular customer.
âHey Y/N.â Jensen says with a friendly smile as he walks up to the bar.
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In which Adrien knows Marinette is Ladybug but *assumes* Marinette knows heâs Chat Noir. She really has no idea.
Heâs feeling very affectionate.
Confusion and chaos ensues.
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST.Â
Wrote this short fic inspired by @qookyquicheâs art above. Hope you enjoy ;D
It made perfect sense, now that he thought about it. All the stammering and nervousness. If Marinette was Ladybug, she wouldnât want him to figure her out. Naturally, sheâd been self-conscious about giving herself away, especially with how adamant she was concerning their identities. Heâd always wondered why Marinette acted so oddly around him, but he didnât doubt that sheâd figured him out first. Ladybug was so smart, it was only reasonable that she knew he, Adrien Agreste, was Chat Noir.
Well, heâd figured her out (accidentally of course), so now they could stop tip-toeing around one another. There was no reason to keep their distance if they both knew. Besides, Adrien wasnât sure he could practice the same kind of self-control Mari had in staying away. He was just⌠so excited to talk to her. To see her every day. To hang out. To be Ladybug and Chat Noir except also Mariette and Adrien. They had so much they could talk about and so much they could do together.
Honestly, he was barely holding in his excitement as he skipped up the steps to the school. Skirting inside, his eyes immediately searched the area, looking for those familiar pigtails. He felt rather stupid for not having noticed it was her before. That it took him accidentally catching her detransform was utterly ridiculous.
Marinette and Ladybug looked exactly alike.
He spotted Nino and Alya across the court, raising his hand to wave upon catching their attention. And maybe he would have headed over were it not for that familiar silhouette topped with blue-black hair catching his attention. She was just stepping out of the locker room, headed toward the stairs with a book hugged to her chest.
Grinning, Adrien pushed through the throngs of other students, nearly bounding into place as he reached out and touched Marinette lightly on the shoulder.
Jumping just a bit, she came to a stop and turned her head questioningly over her shoulder.
In his chest, Adrienâs heart picked up, the smile on his face widening all the more while his insides felt as though they might burst.
âHi, Marinette!â
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Connection Chap Sixteen
Connection.  Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.  Nine. Ten.  Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.
Sherlock x reader
Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.
Word count: 4896
Some lines borrowed from His last vow in BOLD
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The fire created a warm atmosphere in the small living room and the crackle and pop broke the silence that lay about the rest of the house. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes had gone to the supermarket about thirty minutes before and the house always seemed much too big when it was just you and Will. You sat on the couch reading and glanced up at your son humming as he built what was shaping up to be a very nice castle with his blocks.
Your mind started to wander and as usual, one person took center stage.
Sherlock had called when he promised but he was definitely not in the hospital. Yesterday morning, a nurse called to inform you of his new room in the hospital, on his request. With a few questions, you found out he had ripped his stitches and had been brought in by an ambulance with internal bleeding and an erratic pulse but the nurse relayed the message that he promised he wouldnât leave this time until a doctor released him, within reason. You had laughed and knew without that little bit, you might not actually trust the nurseâs words.
The doorbell rang and you stood up. Will glanced at you, âgrands?â
You shook your head with a smile, âno, love. You stay here and play. Iâll go check, okay?â He nodded and turned back to his castle.
You walked through the hall and stopped at the coat hooks where your bag hung. You pulled the small handgun from the back pocket and held it against the small of your back as you opened the door. John stood on the doorstep and you heaved a sigh of relief. âWhat are you doing here?â
He grinned but it didnât reach his eyes. âI donât need an excuse to see you.â He hugged you and you awkwardly wrapped your arms around him, your gun pressed against his back but he didnât seem to mind. His hold was a bit too tight.
âWhat happened? Is it Sherlock?â
He let go and stepped back with a glance at the gun, âheâs fine, back in the hospital. Not sure when theyâll release him but at least heâll stay there this time.â Your brow furrowed and he asked, âwhereâs Will?â
You stepped back and apologized, âsorry. Iâm just shocked that youâre here. Heâs in the living room.â You closed the door and slipped the gun safely back into its place before following John.
Will glanced over his shoulder and his face lit up. âUncle John!â
He barreled into his legs and John picked him up. âHaving fun?â
âPlease play blocks?â
John chuckled as he sat on the floor, âwhen have I ever said no to blocks?â You returned to your seat on the couch and he glanced at you, âworking on those manners again?â
You nodded then watched them, holding your tongue instead firing a million questions at him. Â
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Connection Chap Fifteen
Connection.  Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.
Sherlock x reader
Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.
Word count: 3228
Some lines borrowed from His last vow in BOLD
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The Holmesâ small den was always your favorite room since your first time at the house. The chair next to the fireplace was simply perfect and just felt like home. You were curled up in the chair with a book in front of a crackling fire when Mrs. Holmes walked in with her favorite tea tray. She poured two cups then added the cream and sugar. She liked to do it for guests, especially you, and you didnât bother arguing with her anymore.
âThank you.â She glanced up with a smile that reminded you so much of Sherlock as she handed you a cup.
âYouâre welcome.â She picked up her own book from the table before sitting in a nearby chair.
You sipped the tea as you read but you had difficulty taking in any of the words. You couldâve sworn youâd read this page at least five times but you had no idea what had happened. You kept thinking about Sherlock and the plan you were sure he wouldâve put into motion tonight. You had no way of knowing if he went along with it but if he did, he shouldâve been out by now. You fought the itch to text him by sipping the soothing liquid from the cup.
âAre you feeling okay, dear?â
You glanced up at Mrs. Holmes, âhmm?â
She chuckled and glanced down at your book. âYouâve been on that page for ten minutes.â
The blush crept up your cheeks, âyou caught me.â
She closed her book and leaned forward, âI know when my girl is worried.â
It always warmed your heart when she called you that and you couldnât stop the well of tears but you tried to blink them away. âItâs just been a rough week.â You tried another smile but it felt weak and you could tell she saw right through it.
âWhat is it that has you so worried? Did Sherlock sniff out another serial killer again?â
You let out a bark of laughter and shook your head. âNo. I think maybe a serial killer would be a more comforting thought. At least, they have mostly predictable behavior.â
Her brow furrowed, âwhat has my boy gotten himself into this time?â
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Donât worry FAM, Castielâs got this election fixed.
Iâm not even an ounce sorry, guys.
You closed the laptop in front of you immediately, pushed it away in disgust. This could not be happening, no fucking way. He was a truly vile person and he might be the next President. You quickly down the beer in front of you, letting some spill out the corner of your mouth. Castiel watched you in distressed from across the room. He could feel the anxiety coming off your body and he moved from his seat toward you. Then angel pulled you out of the chair and hugged you tightly.
âWhat is wrong, my love?â
You groaned into his chest, gripping at his trenchcoat.
âThat vile man might become the next President. I can not believe this is happening, Cas.â
The beautiful angel stood quiet, holding you close to his body. He ran through many ideas in his head and he remembered all the horrible things that man had said. Anger spewed through his pores, because no one should ever be allowed power with that kind of mindset. Castiel kissed you on the forehead before pulling away.
âDonât worry,â he winked at you, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, âIâll take care of it.â
You stood there utterly confused, screaming out to the angel without an answer. You scrambled for your cell, hoping heâd pick up, but then a ping came from it. You had signed up for notifications on the election to keep up.
Clicking on the message, it read in bold black letters:
Trump dropped dead in his own hotel.
Lmfao!!
I propose a scarf reveal scenario where Adrien finds out who really made it for him, but it doesnât go so well. Long story short, Adrien discovers Marinette made the scarf for him, which meant his dad really didnât get him anything for his birthday at all, and he canât really look at the gift anymore without feeling upset about it. Marinette picks up on this when he confronts her about it, and offers to take it back. He accepts.
For the longer version of this, go here!
For the record, I donât think this scenario has to be as bad as it sounds. For instance, while Marinette might be upset Iâm sure sheâd understand and wouldnât take it too personally. She gave that gift to Adrien to make him happy after all, not to find an in with him. I think sheâd be more upset about his feelings.
Also didnât realize this kind of paralleled the Umbrella Scene with how I drew it⌠but there you have it.Â
Imagine Sam staying up all night with your daughter
âMorning, Rapunzel,â Dean teased as Sam walked into the room, his hair mussed from a restless night.
âDonât,â he grumbled, running his hands through his hair as he took a seat opposite his brother.
âRough night?â Dean asked, and Sam groaned.
âKatieâs only just gone to sleep. Worn herself out crying all night,â he explained, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips.
âJust go to bed now, we donât have to be anywhere today,â Dean told him, but Sam shook his head.
âY/Nâs still sleeping, I donât want to wake her up.â
Dean smiled, leaning back in his chair.
âYou love them,â he commented, and Sam rolled his eyes.
âWell duh.â
Dean nodded, looking back at the paper in front of him, âYouâre a good dad.â
IâM SCREAMING, daddy!sam is my WEAKNESS

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Choosing You (Part 7)
Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: AU! - Dean, Sam, and Castiel are in a band and they want the reader to join. Â She does, even though sheâs already in another one. Â Things get complicated, feelings get weird, and no one knows what obstacle is going to come up next. Reader Gender: Female Word Count: 1,870 Tags: au!, plot driven, Gadreel as a brief romantic interest, angsttttttt A/N: As usual, if you comment/message me/reblog a comment about the fic (that doesnât contain spoilers), thereâs a 1000000% chance Iâll reply with a funny gif and nice words :)
CHOOSING YOU MASTERLIST
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For a moment, it was perfect.
His lips were warm, his hands gentle as he reached up to cradle your face. From the instant his mouth brushed against yours, a spark ignited in your chest and you felt so alive.  His fingers traced along your cheekbones and you clung onto him, relishing in this feeling of being⌠complete.
Then, someone in the crowd cheered as another band walked onto the stage and you were torn out of this blissful feeling.
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can you do one with one of the guys (jared,misha,jensen,mark) adopt the reader?
So i didnât know if you meant like, literally adopt the reader or just take her in as one of their own and be her âfamilyâ so I went with the second choice
âI hate you all,â you grumbled, throwing a pillow at them before laughing.
âDonât lie to yourself,â Misha chastised and you flipped him off.
âYou guys have to carry me to my trailer now since you ruined my scene.â You stood from the setâs couch and raised your arms above your head.
âSo high maintenance,â Jensen joked as they all picked you up, hoisting you over their shoulders and holding you up in the air.Â
âOnward!â
âAnd bossy,â Jared grumbled as they all walked forward.
âHey, donât ruin my scene and this wonât be a problem.â
âAnd always setting such impossible standards,â Mark added and you rolled your eyes, poking his head.
âAssholes.â
âAlright princess, weâve reached your destination,â Jensen sighed and they all set you down.
âNow, was that so bad?â
âOh shut up,â Jared grumbled and they all hugged you tight before letting you go. âSee you Monday, Y/N/N.â
âBye guys.â You waved at the m before getting in your trailer and flopping down on your couch. You took your phone out of your back pocket and began reading through your notifications.
Throughout all of the social media notifications and emails, one certain thing stood out to you.Â
âYou have to come to Thanksgiving at your Auntâs. Donât want our ENTIRE family thinking youâre a complete failure who abandoned us. -momâ
Tears began to pool in your eyes, and some spilled over.
Why did your family hate you so much for pursuing your dream and being successful at it.
You threw your phone onto the couch and buried your face in your hands, sobbing softly.
âHey Y/N,â Jared stated, walking into your trailer, followed by Jensen, Misha, and Mark. They all stopped at the sight of you hunched over, crying into your hands while your entire body shook with silent sobs. âY/N, hey, whatâs wrong?â Jared and Jensen knelt in front of you, while Misha and Mark sat on eight side of you.
Wordlessly, you grabbed your phone and handed it to Jared, wiping some of the tears off of your cheeks.
Jared read it, handed it to Jensen, and your phone cycled back to Jared. âY/N, youâre not a failure,â Jensen whispered, taking your hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly.Â
âWhy wouldnât I be? The person who gave birth to me thinks I am.â
âJust because sheâs your mom does not mean that you should believe everything she says. Especially about you, who she hasnât talked to you until just now. She doesnât know a damn thing about you,â Misha told you, rubbing your back comfortingly.
âYouâre the most amazing person we know, and we know that youâre not a failure,â Mark informed you and you sniffled.
âAnd if your family canât see that,â Jared joined in, âthen theyâre not your real family. Families support each other, not tear each other down.â
âFamily doesnât end with blood,â you whispered, looking around and smiling at the four men who loved you so much.
âIt sure as hell doesnât.â
âYou guys are my family.â
They all smiled and nodded. âWeâre your family, and we always will be.â