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Got another complaint so I’m just gonna post this for reblogging purposes. Feel free to use.
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I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.
For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"
It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"
I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
On encouraging reblogs —
I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!
But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.
As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.
So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.
I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
Crowley!!! Part 2
So I’ve Had this mostly written for quite a while but officially finished for like a month. I just wasn't sure if anyone would want it , but I’m biting the bullet and posting it. I do have more ideas for more chapters let me know if yall want more.
Word Count:1258
Warnings: language is all that I know of
Credit to Gif Owner
Author: @bookchic20
Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen and @pusantheamazonian
“Yeah I just got it home I’m sending you a pic now.” You say to your best friend on the phone, as you pull the phone away from your ear and then sending her a picture or your new car. Putting the phone back up to your ear you say, “Alright sent it you should be getting it soon.”
“Got it” (Y/B/F) answers you. “Oooo I like it, but I am gonna miss taking you to work and getting free food out of it” She jokes laughing.
“Now you know we will still get food girl, that’s guaranteed.” You say laughing along with her.
“For sure, well have you decided on a name for this one, yet? I always love hearing what your gonna call your cars.” She asks.
“Well, I think I’m gonna keep with the same trend as the last one.” You start as you put some of your things in the back trunk area.
“Oh, so sticking with characters from the supernatural books, eh?” She asks. “But which one will you choose this time?”
“Well, I figure since this is actually like an SUV and so much taller than the cars I’ve driven in the past, I’m thinking Moose, after Sam ya know since he is supposedly so tall.” You say as you start to pull down the hatchback of the SUV.
“Really Moose? I thought you had class.” You hear in a Scottish accent from behind you.
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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.
(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)
The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.
So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.
I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.
First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?
And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:
Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.
Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.
I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!
Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.
Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).
Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.
So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.
They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.
I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.
Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.
PLEASE, STAY AWAY FROM PREDATORS!
Reblog to help writers avoid crap like Webnovel.
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Saw my first post with someone admitting they used chatGPT to ‘write a fic’ which they then shared here on tumblr and on Ao3.
To be clear, using AI to churn out a piece of fiction is not writing.
Using a bot (possibly one that was trained using a scrape of Ao3, that is to say, the theft of work from every writer who has posted their work on Ao3) is NOT WRITING.
It is theft. It isn’t creation. It’s a regurgitation of the consumed collective work and effort and heart and time of every writer who has shared their work on Ao3.
‘I’m not a good writer’ is no excuse.
Want to be a writer? Put in the time everyone else does to practice.
Don’t feel confident in your work? Open yourself up to the same vulnerability and risk that the rest of us do.
You don’t get to use a fucking bot to vomit out an approximation of a story and pretend you’ve got skin in the game.
The sad thing? This bot-assembled fic wasn’t bad. It was bland, but it had internal logic, some passing context to character and canon. It wasn’t like those early AI art pieces that had surreal compositions and extra fingers. It wasn’t immediately obvious it was made by a bot.
In this instance the person who posted it admitted they had used a bot. Which, actually, I have some respect for. But it probably isn’t the first and it won’t be the last.
I don’t know that there’s a solution to this, but it is both hurting my heart and enraging me.
Just wanted to add to this really important post. (Thank you sm @shealwaysreads)
I think part of the issue here is that people who do this think of fic as an end product. As a thing to be consumed. As content.
That's not fanfic.
Fic, in its essence, is the act of creation, of transformation. It is critically analyzing characters, exploring ideas, relationships, societal values, the dynamics of love and sexuality... the list goes on. Fic is a process that encapsulates all of this, the effort to make something that means something. That says something about what it means to be human (yes, kinky smut included). That takes vulnerability and guts and love to put out into the world.
If you think of fic as content that is there to be consumed, then yeah, it makes sense to find a quick and easy way to produce it. If the point for you is getting attention (kudos, reblogs, etc) with little to no work, using AI is tempting. But that's a capitalistic mindset that entirely negates what fanfic is.
If we instead think of fanfic as a creative process, then AI fic is not fanfic at all. Call it something else.
Lukewarm take from left field. I'm not threatened by this, in part because I write weird. Like, nobody following me is here for a bot-logical good story. If I thought my writing could be indistinguishable from a bot, I would *die* terrifically.
Fascinating to see a take on a post about the intrusion of ai tech into a creative community be so entirely focused on the self.
To clarify for anyone confused:
I made my original post because this is the first time I saw it happening, despite the fact we all knew this was coming as soon as midjourney landed in the art scene and we heard about the ao3 scrape.
While my writing is my own, and I’m secure and proud of it, I’m not under any self-congratulatory illusion that I was that good when I started. Many of the fics I’ve read by first-time writers are similar to what this bot produced, and those writers still deserve basic respect and civility.
Anyone working under the delusion that ai tech won’t get better at its manipulation of the data is sadly mistaken. If you haven’t been following the ai progress on visual art, you might have missed that you can now request pieces to be produced in the specific style of an established artist. And the bots can do that now! They can make visual pieces almost indistinguishable from the original artist’s style—no matter how unique, or weird, that original artist’s style is.
My post wasn’t about me, or my writing. It was about the encroachment of ai and the accompanying cultural devaluation of human artistic expression outside of the work-based capitalist model.
It was about the impact of wholesale thefts of a community’s collective work.
It was about the meaning and importance of people’s generosity in sharing their genuine creations.
It was about vulnerability and the creative process being more important than the ego.
Pulling this out of Tee's tags because it's brilliant:
I am interested in reflections on the human condition from other human beings. I am not interested in the guided narrative of a theft powered sophisticated averaging machine.
Thank you for saying this so powerfully @skeptiquewrites
If the point for you is getting attention (kudos, reblogs, etc) with little to no work, using AI is tempting. But that's a capitalistic mindset that entirely negates what fanfic is.
Hitting the nail on the head @thehoneybeet
If I ever come across a fic that I liked and discovered it was written by a bot I would feel extremely cheated tbh. I'd rather read a badly written fic by a first time writer who poured their heart and time and love for their fandom into that fic than some souless attempt for clout, kudos, and online attention that AI fanfic "creators" have posted.
AI is a plague on creativity and I truly hope we can find ways to make it fail.
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Write fanfic for yourself.
Publish fanfic for the rotation of 3-6 people who are devoted readers and will either go feral or leave you very nice words and yell with you about it.
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Do you ever read a fic so interesting you want behind the scenes lore, ten pinterest moodboards and one of those fancy .gif edits but none of that exists bc it's a fanfic?
fun fact! most fanfic authors would be thrilled to provide behind the scenes lore! all you have to do is ask about it! they may even have a fic playlist or moodboard
Thanks to the lovely @pusantheamazonian and my dreams I am now working on a part two of Crowley! So that should be out soon keep your eyes peeled for it and enjoy the first part.
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Addams Family Values
Return
Sam Wilson x Friend!Reader, Zemo x Reader, Bucky x Reader
Part 1
By : @pusantheamazonian
beta'd: @2cciberrylee
Standing at the top of the jet’s stairs, heavy bags in his hands. An irritated Bucky glances back at Sam.
"She's a kid. How is she going to help?" Growling the question out.
"We could use another set of eyes on Zemo. Besides, I've had her on a job before." Sam informs firmly.
Bucky enters the jet ignoring Zemo, sitting at the back. He throws the bags at the closest seat possible. "So in the process, we're going to make her a wanted criminal too. Good plan Sam, very fucking good one."
"Can you just go wait with him? I'll be back with her in a minute." Sam exasperatedly points to Zemo, making his way back down the steps.
An interesting turn of events. Zemo wonders exactly who you are. Since this is a different type of argument between Sam and James.
Waiting on the tarmac alone in the middle of nowhere. It's weird but Sam told you to wait here. So you stayed right here for hours awkwardly standing with just a backpack.
You're just excited to be working with him again. Since he joined the Avengers you've had hardly any time to hang out. Just the occasional text to let you know he's still alive.
Knowing that Bucky will also be there makes you jittery. During the last few months, you have developed a crush on him. This puzzled you because you didn't know how to express your feelings plus, couldn't exactly identify what drew you to him. Bucky is coming to terms with his own traumas; finding peace within himself, and starting to live his own life on his terms. So expressing your feelings of love or at least intense attraction will be too much for him to handle and he may reject you. On top of that, his body language is hard to read. A brick wall that you have to keep chipping at. That is why you prefer to enjoy every moment with him. You remember every detail about him; you miss the sounds of his voice and the feeling of his presence when he is gone.
“Y/N!"
Jolted out of your daydream, Sam is waving his hands in the air.
"Sam!" You are nearly jumping out of your skin when you see Sam cross the terminal to get you.
"It's good to see you." Sam wraps you in a big bear hug. The kind of hug that makes you feel safe and loved. He hugs you with his whole body making the hug warm and snuggly too.
"I've missed these hugs." Groaning you don't want it to end.
"Last chance to cash out. Are you sure you want to help? It's going to be dangerous."
Sam takes your backpack.
"Yes, I'm sure. I don't see why you're being so secretive about needing my help. I've helped plenty of times with your projects." You bump into his arm on purpose.
"This is different. Bucky's waiting with our current project. We need his help but he's a liability." Trying not to frown, he's not happy about the arrangement.
"Oh. So you think he might make a break for it?"
"Something like that." Sam leads you up the stairs and into a private jet. "Meet our-"
"Y/N? Long time no see." Zemo smiles, interrupting Sam.
You recognize this voice from anywhere. Keeping your composure, you struggle forcing yourself to keep a blank face. You slowly turn to look and glare daggers into him. Your body doesn't know whether to cry or throw up from this confusion.
"You know each other?" Sam questions pointing at Zemo.
"We've met. Briefly." You give a slight frown trying to remain neutral. You can physically feel the cold glare from Bucky.
"Are you serious?" Surprised, Sam is having a hard time believing this.
"Unfortunately yes." Sighing you turn away from Zemo, making sure Sam has your full focus.
"I wouldn't say, unfortunately." Zemo chuckles.
"Quiet." Bucky growls.
"Is there any other bullshit I need to know besides this? How in the hell did he end up being with you?" Gesturing at Zemo. "Ain't he supposed to be underwater somewhere?"
"It's complicated. You can thank Bucky for that." Being childish Sam quickly points at Bucky.
Pinching the bridge of your nose. You quickly go over the pros and cons of just ditching them. But your loyalty to Sam and Bucky wins you over. This trip is going to be painful because either way Sam and Bucky are going to want to know how you know Zemo.
"Let's get this over with." Sighing you take your backpack back and toss it to the side and buckle in. Making sure to keep your distance.
God, you should have just stayed in bed.
~
What the fuck has happened? In a matter of hours the trio of untraceable got caught in their bullshit. Letting the whole island know of their presence. Beginning the reign of bounty hunters wanting their heads. And you are now part of that crossfire. Guess this is what Sam meant when he said it was going to be dangerous.
This wasn't the kind of bullshit you were expecting. This is way above your pay grade. But are you surprised? No. Should you be? Yes. Then to add to the bullshit. Sharon. Personally, you don't know her. The timing with her feels weird. But Sam seems excited? Happy? It's a weird situation. You feel jealous for some reason. Like she doesn't deserve his happiness but Sam is a happy person by nature.
Though Sharon brings the four of you to her place. Talking about this and that. Obviously trying to egg Sam and Bucky on about something. Bucky looks more pissed off than normal at the situation.
"I don't like her." Finally Sharon leaves and you can't help yourself.
"She did just save our lives." Sam sighs.
"So. That doesn't mean shit." Folding your arms, you're ready to list off all the reasons why. You can tell Sam is not liking your new attitude. Not that you can help it. Your nerves are shot and everyone is out to get them.
"Why? You don't know her." Sam groans.
"I don't know. Something just feels off about her. I can understand doing what you have to, to live here but it's not that. Feels like something worse."
"You should always go with your gut feeling." Zemo chimes in. The three of you just look at him.
"I'm going upstairs." Shaking your head you quickly disappear, trying to maintain distance from Zemo.
Watching you disappear Sam and Bucky surround Zemo before he can move.
"How do you know Y/N?" Sam stops him, a hand on his chest pushing Zemo back.
"Does it really matter to you?"
"Cut the crap. How?" Bucky snaps.
"Sorry gentleman. It is not my place to say." Zemo smugly grins.
Agreeing to go to Sharon's stupid party. You're perched in the corner, hiding your laugh behind a drink. You watch Zemo from a distance as he dances. That man still dances awkwardly. But you got to give him credit, he doesn't care if he's a bad dancer.
Speak of the devil. He's maneuvered his way through the crowd to your hiding spot.
"Care to dance?"
"No." Frowning, it's hard avoiding his gaze.
"It's a party, you should relax." Turning on the charm Zemo slides I to the seat beside you.
"You know I don't dance." Annoyed, you start swirling your drink.
In bold, brash Zemo fashion he snatches your drink and takes a sip. "How can you keep an eye on me if you are over here and not on the dance floor?"
"I can see just fine from here." Snatching your drink back.
"Are you sure?"
Smug bastard.
Groaning you know he's right. It would be easy for him to duck out of sight while on the dance floor. Finishing your drink you gesture for him to lead the way. Weaving through the crowd he stops in the middle of the dance floor.
"Are you sure you don't want to dance? You are very noticeable just standing there."
Irked, you start to mimic some of his dancing moves. Unenthusiastically bouncing from foot to foot.
"See Y/N. Dancing is fun." An almost genuine smile appears.
"You're just trying to annoy Sam and Bucky."
Zemo smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer. An arm wraps around your waist, holding you close.
"The boys are getting suspicious. They asked how I knew you." He whispers in your ear before carefully spinning you in a circle.
"What?"
Before you can process what he said. Zemo is pulling you back in for another spin.
"Don't worry, too much frowning will cause wrinkles. I told them to ask you."
"How considerate."
"I always am."
Scoffing it feels like nothing has changed between you two. You don't know what makes you angrier; the complete ease of being near him again or the lack of true hatred for him because of the crimes he has done.
Underneath it all, the moment makes you homesick for what you had and what could have been.
~
Finally getting some useful information. Sam and Bucky loosely agree on a plan.
“Y/N you on lookout duty.” Sam orders.
“Okie dokie.” Saluting him you turn and head for higher ground with coverage.
Positioned atop a shipping container with binoculars. Scanning the area it seems quiet, too quiet. There's no one to be seen. Wouldn't even just a normal shipping yard have a few people roaming around?
“Shit!”
Out of nowhere there’s a fireball explosion off to the side. You can vaguely make out a masked man on top of a shipping container but through your binoculars you know that fucking fur collar coat anywhere.
Damn it Zemo. You're going to strangle him before this mission is done.
"Guys you have incoming and a fireball explosion." Radioing Sam and Bucky, you've lost sight of Zemo.
Making it to the ground you start running to the entrance. But you're intercepted by Zemo in a car. How did he have time to find a car?
"What the fuck was that?" You gesture at the fire still blazing high.
"Don't worry about it Y/N. All part of the plan." Dismissing your question, he leans over to open the door.
“Part of the plan? Creating a giant explosion was part of the plan?”
“Yes. Now if you will get in the car we have to pick up Sam and James.”
Against your better judgement you sit down in the front seat next to him. "Where did you steal the car from?"
"I found it. As they say finders keepers." Smirking, he gives a wink.
"You're ridiculous, I hope you know that." With a scoff you close the door.
"You mean sophisticated and eccentric."
"Not what I would have chosen." Mumbling, you root through the glove box. Trying to find any indication of who this car really belongs to but that's a dead end. There's nothing in it. Meaning he’s already thought about that or there never was anything in it.
"There they are!" Pointing up ahead you can see Sam and Bucky looking confused.
"Hello gentlemen. Do you need a ride?"
"Where did you get a car?" Both shouting in unison as Zemo puts the car in park.
"Don't ask." Rolling your eyes, you wave the question off before Zemo can speak. That's a conversation that doesn't need repeating."Just get in."
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There's friends and then there's friends you trust enough to share your AO3 username and subsequent bookmarks with.
@flannellover67 I am absolutely loving reading your tags on One Night they make me chuckle each time thank you so much!
And as always credit to gif maker
One Night Chapter 9
This one took a bit longer to write as I just recently started a new job so I've been pretty busy. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading.
Word Count: 1271
Warnings: None I think
Author: Me @bookchic20
And as always credit to gif owner
Later that night
Putting the key into the motels room, Sam is just praying in his head that he doesn’t see anything that he doesn’t want to see. He let’s out a breath before opening the door a Crack and peaking in. Thanking every thing he could think of to think he was so glad to see them both clothed laying in bed.
You were both curled up together on the bed, your body backed up into his with his hand laid protectively on your stomach. Smiling to himself glad that it looks like the two of you had made up, and that you had stopped being stubborn long enough to talk to him about everything that had happened. And he was even pretty excited to become an Uncle.
Earlier that night
Getting to the car Dean opens the door for you so you can get in, before heading over to the driver’s side.
“Are you gonna be like extra about all this now?” You ask him looking over at him with a questioning look.
“What do you mean?” He asks confused.
“The whole door opening thing.”
“OH…” he looks ahead as he starts the car before looking over at you. “Yeah, yeah I definitely am.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the parking lot heading towards the Waffle House.
Pulling into the Waffle House parking lot Dean put the car into park and jumps out to run around to the other side to open your door and hold his hand out for you.
“Dean.” You say rolling your eyes. “I can open my own doors, I’m not useless yet ya know.”
“Nobody said you were. I’m just being a good…person.” It almost sounds like he wanted to say something else instead of person but you don’t question him. “Ya know you did kind of avoid me for a couple months so I have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Ugh…” You roll your eyes at him as you take his hand to help you out of the car. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you.”
“Probably not.” He says pulling you into his side as you walk up to the restaurant.
Opening the door for you,you head towards a booth and sit down and order. You both have a great dinner of waffles, bacon, and hashbrowns. Mostly sitting in a very comfortable silence. Just like the two of you used to, sure you would need to sit down and talk about all this eventually, but for now you were just going to enjoy yourself for the first time I months.
A little bit later back at the motel
Yawning you walk back in to the motel with Dean’s hand on the low of your back. The awkwardness starting to build up as you both are thinking about actually laying down to sleep.
“Soooo…” You start. “Um…I’m gonna go ahead and get changed for bed okay?”
“Yeah okay…do you need help? I mean …I mean…um… I…I’ll be out here. Um…I will get the couch ready for Sam and I’ll sleep in this bed so you can have this one.” He blurts out quickly.
“Dean...” You look down and then back up to him. “We can just share a bed so nobody has to sleep on the couch.”
“You sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”
“I’m fine with it if you are.”
“Hell yeah I am.” Dean coughs and clears his throat. “I mean yeah that’s fine.” He says with the biggest shit eating grin ever.
You smile at him as you head into the bathroom and yell through the door. “Keep your pants on Dean. We are just sleeping tonight.”
“What about tomorrow?” He yells through the door. He hears you laughing on the otherwise of the door as he starts to get ready for bed himself with a big smile on his face. Laying down he pulls the blankets down for you waiting on you.
Standing in the bathroom you look at yourself in the mirror as you get undressed. Your smile slowly fading from your face looking down at your stomach. Sure, you weren’t huge yet but still, this is the first time you’ve been this close with Dean in a long time. And you were not feeling very confident in yourself. Sliding your hand over your stomach you sigh to yourself, you just had to remind yourself you were growing a life inside you, of course you were going to get a little big in the middle. Letting out a breath of air you hear a knock on the bathroom door.
“(Y/N)? You okay in there?” Dean asks through the door. “You’ve been in there for a while.”
Standing in your underwear and bar you slowly open the door to see him standing there.
“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” He asks before stepping closer to you.
“I…” wiping at your eyes you realize you had started to cry a bit without even noticing it. “I…don’t know.” You answer him, as you start to cry a little bit more.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Dean says as he pulls you into his arms. “Its okay. I promise its all going to be okay. I’m here for you. We are going to figure this all out.”
You just continue to sob in his arms as he scoops you up and takes you over to the bed. You squeeze your arms around him and hold onto him like you’re afraid to let go. Dean just continues you hold you tight, stroking your hair as he tries to calm you down.
“Plus you know it wont just be me helping with all this.” Dean starts. “You have all kinds of people that have your back ya know? Like Sammy of course, he loves you like a sister, and Cas the crazy angel cares about you like well crazy. Then there’s Bobby, who thinks of you like a daughter and know this all makes sense as to why he was so mad at me about all this.”
You slow down your crying a little bit at that. “He…he wasn’t that mad was he?” You sniffle out.
“Nah, he only wanted to kill me for the first few weeks that you were awol.” Dean says with a chuckle. “But for real, you know that we are all here for you, no matter what.”
Releasing your grip on him, you lean back to look at him. Giving him a quick kiss on the lips you snuggle into his him. “Thank you.”
“Heh, its nothing. I just want to make sure your ok.” He says wiping the last of your tears from your face. “Now as much as I like this look you’ve got going on here we should probably get you into some clothes before Sammy gets back.”
“Heh yeah I should probably cover up a bit.” You say as you start to get up and head to your clothes you left in the bathroom.
“But, you know when we get back to the bunker we can hang out in my room and you can wear what you got on now,” Dean says as he lays back on his pillows arms behind his head. “Or ya know less if ya wanted.” He smiles as you slip your bra off and throw it at him before pulling a night shirt and some shorts on.
Slipping into the bed with Dean you get comfy as he pulls you closer to him his hand resting protectively on your stomach. You quickly fall asleep feeling safer than you ever had before.
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ah it's time for my favourite past time, reading fanfics for characters from media I've never watched
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One Night Chapter 8
Hope Y’all enjoy this chapter I had fun writing the cute bits.
Word Count: 1159
Warnings: None I think
Author: me @bookchic20
as always credit to gif owner
“Yes, you’re the father.” You say nodding, looking Dean in the eyes waiting to see his reaction. Waiting, Waiting for disgust, for anger, for repulsion, for so many negative things. But it never came, Dean looked…relieved, and…. happy. You were so confused you thought he would hate you, wouldn’t want anything to do with you ever again. But he looked more calm and serene than you have ever seen him.
“Mine….no…ours.” He whispers, a smile taking over his face before he slides off the bed to kneel in front of you. His hands go to hover over your stomach, he looks up at you almost begging for permission to touch.
You nod to him, and he very slowly set his hands on either side of your stomach. So gently as if you would be broken by the smallest movement. He slowly pushed your flannel to the side and slowly slips your tank top up a little so he can see your little bump. Smiling he leans down and places a short kiss to the small bump. Looking up at you he meets your eyes and reaches one hand up to caress your cheek.
“Why did you leave?” He looks at you with such care and concern. “We…I…I was so worried about you. I…I thought that you were….” Dean sighs, sliding his hands off of you and resting them on his knees for a brief moment before standing up with a deep breath. “I was worried that you didn’t want any of that to have happened.”
“Dean,” You reach out to take his hand. “I wanted that for so long.”
“Then why? Why did you leave?” He asks squeezing your hand.
“I was so afraid…” You start, pulling him closer to you with his hand. “So afraid that you would wake up and just laugh it all off as a drunken mistake. And then when I found out I was pregnant I was even more worried. I know that hunters aren’t supposed to get a happy ending. We don’t get to live the white picket fence life. But…I…I want to raise this baby, but I still want to help people too.”
Dean sits down on the bed next to you still holding your hand. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you any indication that I would laugh all this off as a mistake. I have wanted this for as long as I’ve known you. And as far as a kid,” He rubs a hand down his face. “Sure, I never really thought about having a kid, and I don’t know if I’ll be any good at being a dad but with you, I’m willing to try.”
“Really?” You question looking down. “You mean it? You’re not mad at me?”
“I won’t lie to you I was pretty upset when you left, but I was never mad. I could never be mad at you.” Dean grabs your chin in his hand and lifts it just a bit to look into your eyes. “I love you.” He practically whispers before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss.
You lean into the kiss and slip a hand up his neck and into his hair. Slowly pulling away from him you lean your forehead against his, and smile. “I thought you didn’t do chick flick moments.” You chuckle, he rolls his eyes at you. “I love you too Dean.”
“Well, we don’t have to tell anyone about the chick flick moment now do we.” He says leaning in to kiss you again.
At the Bar
“Do you think we should have followed them out?” Cas asks.
“Nah I’m sure they’re fine.” Sam answers as he takes another drink of his beer. An awkward silence between the two of them.
“…Should I not have said that she was with child. I figured it was common knowledge.” Cas asks concerned.
“Cas…” Sam sighs. “It’s alright. Personally, I’m glad you said something. I noticed she was pregnant when we first came up here for the job, when she hugged me, I could tell. But I didn’t know when she would tell Dean or if she even would before she had the kid.”
“Ah I see you were worried that she wouldn’t admit that it was his?”
“Sort of. She was just so worried he would be mad at her.” Sam wipes a hand down his face. “Those two are both so stubborn, its like they were made for each other. And Dean would have never been mad at her, he’s had a thing for her since we were young. Ever since Bobby took her in when she was sixteen.” He takes another sip and lets out another sigh. “And Dean loves kids so he will be a great dad and he cares for (Y/N) like crazy, so as long as they are honest with each other they should be fine.
“Hmm…you know you could be right.” Cas responds.
“I know I am, those two are stubborn.”
“Oh no not about that about them being made for each other.”
“What do you mean?” Sam looks at Cas funny. “You mean like soulmate or something.”
“Precisely. Some people are actually made in pairs. Not all of you humans are, but some of them are.”
“Really soulmates are a thing?” Sam looks at him shocked. “I guess nothing should surprise me anymore, but it sounds like a good thing right? And we don’t normally hear about good things.”
-Back at the motel-
Standing up Dean smiles down at you. “C’mon.” He holds his hand out to you.
“Where are we going?” You ask taking his hand as he pulls you up.
“I know you always like to get something to eat after a hunt and we passed a Waffle house on the way in, and you can get those chocolate chip waffles you love there.”
“Just like that?” You ask.
“What do you mean?” Dean asks, swiping a hair behind your ear.
“I…well…” You start.
“Hey, we said we were gonna be honest with each other, right?”
“Right, its just, After I ran away, and you just found all this out about you going to be a father and whatnot. And you’re fine with all of it? You just want to go on like nothing changed?”
“No.” Dean says causing you to look alarmed at his quick answer. “Now don’t take that wrong. I don’t want to go along like nothings changed, because things have changed. You are back and carrying our child. That does change things, plus I finally told you I love you that makes a big change. A good change, and I am happier than I ever thought I could be.” Dean looks at you lovingly.
“I love you!” You say before embracing him tightly.
Dean hugs you back and places a kiss on the top of your head. “C’mon sweetheart, lets go get you those waffles.” He says as you both head out to the car.
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Will there be anymore chapters of "Don't Belong Here"? I'm loving it so far😍😍
Thank you! I am currently working on two more chapters possibly a third one!