One Year

Okay, so I don’t 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 I’m not creative and that I’m 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 didn’t 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 don’t post for awhile, I’m still dabbling around. I written a lot of stuff I never thought I would be able to write (smut definitly comes to mind lol). I’ve 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 don’t remember what I used to do with my spare time and I don’t 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 don’t talk every single day, even if we haven’t talked in a month, I still consider you a friend. I know I’m going to miss some people below, but know that I still love you, I still appreciate you, I’m just a scatter brained person who can’t think half of the time. But here we go, a special shout out to the following peeps…

@writingaworldofmyown- Sarah, dear, none of this would have been possible without you. Yeah, I was a nerd but I didn’t 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 don’t know is my real life little sister. She encourages me so much. She sits there paitiently when I’m 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 I’m a giggling mess. 

@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 don’t always talk as much as we used to but your still my bae and ily girl.

@nichelle-my-belle- Nichelle, I know we don’t talk a lot but I feel kinda this comradery with you becasue we were guppies at the same time and we had a ‘few’ gif wars lol. I admire your writing so much, you’re angst and smut are the bomb.

@sherlock44 - 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 haven’t 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. 

@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 ‘is this worthy of Scar Tyra-ing it?’

@eyes-of-a-disney-princess-Alright, I got to keep this to a reasonable length so let’s just cut to the chase…You 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 don’t hear from you and I always love how there is zero off limits when we are talking or tagging. 

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 I’m 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. 

This is for @bloodysideofhell‘s drabble request for the Tumblr Awards

Characters: Reader, Sam, Benny

Pairings: ???? X Reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings:  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 isn’t a Dean fic so I apologize for tagging anyone who didn’t 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 it’s 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?

It’s 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 moments—and the chill had risen up through his clothes—that it occurred to him how stranded he was.

He’d 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.

“Wait! Ladybug!” he shouted into the night, shifting in place as he looked frantically around. “I can’t transform!” Silence. “Ladybug?!” Still nothing. “My Lady…?!”

“What do you mean you can’t transform?!” 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, Adrien’s cheeks flushed while he tapped his fingers together just beneath his chin. “I left Plagg in my bedroom…” he muttered quietly.

“Ugh! Seriously?!”

“You carried me all the way up here!” he objected, arms slamming down to his sides as he balled his hands into fists. “I didn’t know taking me back down would be such a burden!”

“You ruined my exit!” she explained, gesturing off the side of the tower. “It was perfect!”

Adrien scoffed. “It was a tad overly-dramatic, don’t you think?”

“I was trying to be romantic.”

“Oh yeah.” Adrien rolled his eyes. “Leaving me up here to fall and die. Real romantic, My Lady. Bravo.” He clapped his hands together in lackluster applause.

She glared. “I don’t even know why I went to the effort. You’re the one that said you wanted to be ‘romanced.’”

“I’m 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.”

“You know what, I liked you a lot better before you knew that I knew you were Chat Noir. Adrien had a lot less attitude.”

“Um, rude!”

“You deserve it. I can’t believe you didn’t bring your kwami with you. What kind of superhero are you supposed to be?”

“The kind that didn’t 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!”

“Stop talking about yourself in the third person. And I would not have had a hissy-fit.”

“Explain to me, then, what’s happening right now.” One eyebrow raised, his crossed his arms haughtily over his chest as he waited.

“Right now we’re having a discussion about how irresponsible you are and how you ruined my whole plan!” She stomped one of her feet like a petulant child.

“Some plan,” he mocked. “Should have used lucky charm—we both know none of your plans would work without it.”

She gasped. Adrien shrugged.

Stepping forward and closing the distance between them, she poked him harshly in the middle of the chest. “I should push you off this tower right now.”

Adrien gaped in outrage.

“But I won’t,” she continued harshly. “Because I don’t wanna clean up the mess.”

“Is that really all my life is wo-”

Reaching up, she clamped her gloved fingers over his lips. “Stop talking,” she said quietly. Adrien mumbled against her hold, but couldn’t get any words out, thus making his defense little more than a series of grunts. “You’re not allowed to talk anymore,” she went on. “No more words. None.”

Shoulders slumping, he frowned, but did as she said.

“I can’t believe this,” 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. “My exit was so good! What a waste.”

Adrien’s 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 don’t have any kids.

Jensen fucking Ackles.

Nice. Sweet. Handsome. Talented. Funny. Smart. Witty. Genuine.

The list goes on and on.

You’ve seen him around Austin enough so the shock has worn off.

Now you see him like a regular customer…a gorgeous but regular customer.

“Hey Y/N.” 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 he’s Chat Noir. She really has no idea.

He’s feeling very affectionate.

Confusion and chaos ensues.

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST. 

Wrote this short fic inspired by @qookyquiche‘s 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 wouldn’t want him to figure her out. Naturally, she’d been self-conscious about giving herself away, especially with how adamant she was concerning their identities. He’d always wondered why Marinette acted so oddly around him, but he didn’t doubt that she’d figured him out first. Ladybug was so smart, it was only reasonable that she knew he, Adrien Agreste, was Chat Noir.

Well, he’d 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 wasn’t 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, Adrien’s heart picked up, the smile on his face widening all the more while his insides felt as though they might burst.

“Hi, Marinette!”

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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 wouldn’t 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 nurse’s words.

The doorbell rang and you stood up. Will glanced at you, “grands?”

You shook your head with a smile, “no, love. You stay here and play. I’ll go check, okay?” 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. “What are you doing here?”

He grinned but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t need an excuse to see you.” He hugged you and you awkwardly wrapped your arms around him, your gun pressed against his back but he didn’t seem to mind. His hold was a bit too tight.

“What happened? Is it Sherlock?”

He let go and stepped back with a glance at the gun, “he’s fine, back in the hospital. Not sure when they’ll release him but at least he’ll stay there this time.” Your brow furrowed and he asked, “where’s Will?”

You stepped back and apologized, “sorry. I’m just shocked that you’re here. He’s in the living room.” 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. “Uncle John!”

He barreled into his legs and John picked him up. “Having fun?”

“Please play blocks?”

John chuckled as he sat on the floor, “when have I ever said no to blocks?” You returned to your seat on the couch and he glanced at you, “working on those manners again?”

You nodded then watched them, holding your tongue instead firing a million questions at him.  

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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 Holmes’ 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 didn’t bother arguing with her anymore.

“Thank you.” She glanced up with a smile that reminded you so much of Sherlock as she handed you a cup.

“You’re welcome.” 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 could’ve sworn you’d 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 would’ve put into motion tonight. You had no way of knowing if he went along with it but if he did, he should’ve been out by now. You fought the itch to text him by sipping the soothing liquid from the cup.

“Are you feeling okay, dear?”

You glanced up at Mrs. Holmes, “hmm?”

She chuckled and glanced down at your book. “You’ve been on that page for ten minutes.”

The blush crept up your cheeks, “you caught me.”

She closed her book and leaned forward, “I know when my girl is worried.”

It always warmed your heart when she called you that and you couldn’t stop the well of tears but you tried to blink them away. “It’s just been a rough week.” You tried another smile but it felt weak and you could tell she saw right through it.

“What is it that has you so worried? Did Sherlock sniff out another serial killer again?”

You let out a bark of laughter and shook your head. “No. I think maybe a serial killer would be a more comforting thought. At least, they have mostly predictable behavior.”

Her brow furrowed, “what has my boy gotten himself into this time?”

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Don’t worry FAM, Castiel’s got this election fixed.

I’m 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.

“What is wrong, my love?”

You groaned into his chest, gripping at his trenchcoat.

“That vile man might become the next President. I can not believe this is happening, Cas.”

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.

“Don’t worry,” he winked at you, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, “I’ll take care of it.”

You stood there utterly confused, screaming out to the angel without an answer. You scrambled for your cell, hoping he’d 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 doesn’t go so well. Long story short, Adrien discovers Marinette made the scarf for him, which meant his dad really didn’t get him anything for his birthday at all, and he can’t 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 don’t think this scenario has to be as bad as it sounds. For instance, while Marinette might be upset I’m sure she’d understand and wouldn’t 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 she’d be more upset about his feelings.

Also didn’t realize this kind of paralleled the Umbrella Scene with how I drew it… but there you have it. 

Imagine Sam staying up all night with your daughter

“Morning, Rapunzel,” Dean teased as Sam walked into the room, his hair mussed from a restless night.

“Don’t,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair as he took a seat opposite his brother.

“Rough night?” Dean asked, and Sam groaned.

“Katie’s only just gone to sleep. Worn herself out crying all night,” he explained, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips.

“Just go to bed now, we don’t have to be anywhere today,” Dean told him, but Sam shook his head.

“Y/N’s still sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.”

Dean smiled, leaning back in his chair.

“You love them,” he commented, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Well duh.”

Dean nodded, looking back at the paper in front of him, “You’re a good dad.”

I’M SCREAMING, daddy!sam is my WEAKNESS

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.  She does, even though she’s already in another one.  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 doesn’t contain spoilers), there’s a 1000000% chance I’ll reply with a funny gif and nice words :)

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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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