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Hey guys, I’m coming on here to tell you that I’m taking a break from being on Tumblr. Every social media I have is just taking up tons of my time, and it’s become an addiction I don’t want to deal with right now.

I love you guys, you’re always so supportive. I don’t want to stop writing fics, and I’ll be working on some of your requests while I’m on my hiatus, it just might be a little while before you see them (so whenever I get back there might be a whole bunch at once).

So to everyone who has put an ask in my requests over the past while…sorry, it might be a hot minute, but I promise I haven’t abandoned them.

Hope you guys understand, and I’ll see you again sometime soon 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟

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Russell Shaw & daughter!reader

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What would Russell shaw reaction be if Russell were daughter and she was in danger? Do you make head balls?

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Russell Shaw & Daughter!reader headcannons

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(I included a bunch of gifs because why not)

- Your mom isn’t in the picture; either she died or it was just some one-night stand, but either way Russell is on his own

- He’s a flirt, and a really bad one at that, but he tries to keep it to a minimum around you (mostly because you make fun of his pick up lines)

- On top of his pick up lines, you also make fun of his eating habits (because sriracha on fries is a crime)

- He doesn’t like help for anything, generally—he thinks he can do it all himself. But if you need help, he’s always right there.

- No, but really he will take no help for anything. He’s literally come home shot before, and the only time he let you patch him up was when the wound was on his shoulder, and his half a dozen attempts to stitch it up failed. He didn’t flinch once the whole time, assuring you that he was fine and even apologizing for “making” you clean him up (even though you all but had to beg him to let you help).

- He doesn’t want to be anything like his parents—he thought his dad was crazy, and his mom all but kicked him out after his father mysteriously died. Russell wants to be better for you.

- He’s still a military man, though, so he can be prone to tough love sometimes.

- He teaches you some basic self defense, but nothing too serious, and he won’t let you touch his guns. You’re not sure if it’s because of all the crap his dad made him learn, or because of his military history, but it doesn’t really matter—when he makes up his mind on something, it’s impossible to argue. He’s determined that you don’t need to learn what he knows—he can protect you just fine on his own, and he does.

- He never had much family connection after his dad died—he joined the military and was too scared to look back—so he’s very protective of the only family he really knows; you.

- He gets into trouble sometimes working freelance jobs (being ex special ops comes with a certain set of skills, as well as a tendency to get bored of civilian life), and when he‘s in danger or working you usually get shipped off to stay with one of his old army buddies. Your life is full of motels, long car rides, shell-shocked soldiers and their families, and sometimes weeks without seeing your dad; but you know it’s just because he wants you safe.

- “I’ll see you when I see you,” is what he says every time he leaves, and no matter how many times you hear it, it still makes your heart sink every time.

- You’re well travelled—Russell likes overseas jobs, and when they don’t seem dangerous he lets you tag along.

- When he’s home, he is (or tries to be) 100% there. He doesn’t want you to see the soldier side of him, which usually means he’s in denial about his feelings.

- He is annoyingly observant—if something’s wrong, he’ll see it immediately, and he won’t let it go until he knows what’s on your mind.

- He’s soft-spoken, especially around you—he isn’t quick to snap, and he isn’t one to yell either. Actually, it’s when he gets real quiet that you know you’re in trouble.

- When he tries to reunite with Colter, he doesn’t bring you. He says it’s because they’re gonna look for a missing friend, and it’s dangerous, but you know it’s at least partly because he’s scared. He doesn’t know what Colter will say, or if he’ll forgive him, and he’s not ready to bring you into the mix just yet.

- If you ever get caught in the crossfire (threatened or kidnapped) on one of his jobs, he goes full soldier mode, and everyone better get out of his way. He won’t listen to threats, reason, or even his brother—he’s gonna get you back, and he’s gonna do it his way. No matter what.

- You’ve seen him go full soldier exactly once—when you got kidnapped, and he had to save you. You’d never seen that side of him, and it was the most terrifying thing you’d ever seen. But you weren’t scared of him; you knew he’d never direct that side of him at you. But you were definitely scared for the kidnappers.

- The difference between how he talks to you and how he talks to Colter is astronomical—you watched him after he saved Colter from kidnappers one time, and he bragged about it for weeks, sometimes calling up his little brother just to gloat. The time he had to save you from kidnappers, though…

- He was gentle as a moth with you for days, all hovering and soft words and assurances that you were safe. He apologized to you what felt like a hundred times. He blamed himself for putting you in danger. He watched you like a hawk, wouldn’t take a job for weeks, wouldn’t do anything until he was sure it would never happen again.

- You knew at least part of his gentleness was because he was worried that you were scared of him. You’d watched him shoot three people (in self defense—they would’ve shot him or you if he hadn’t shot first) point blank range in the face, and the anger rolling off of him was palpable. Then he’d turned his blood stained face to you, and saw something that shook him more than a job had for years; fear. The danger was gone, and all that was left was your father wielding the gun that had just killed three men, and you were scared. He had never dropped his gun faster, and the fear in your eyes quickly turned to relief, but it didn’t matter—Russell had still seen it, and it would haunt him for a long time.

- Of course he didn’t scare you—he was your dad, and he would die protecting you—but watching the man who made you waffles in the mornings blow away three men was jarring.

- But you let him do what he had to—you let him dote on you and stay home from work and hover over you—because it made you feel better, too; it made you feel safe.

- You started having nightmares after you got kidnapped, and Russell let you sleep in his bed. During those days, you noticed he had PTSD nightmares, too, so he would wake up in the middle of the night and just hold onto you. Even after you stopped having nightmares, you kept going to sleep in your dad’s bed—he thought he was protecting you from your nightmares, and you let him think that, because he would never accept your help if he knew that’s why you were doing it.

- He always tells you that one day he’s gonna get out of the life. That the two of you are gonna get a house, and he’s gonna open a brewery. But there always seems to be one more job, so you aren’t holding your breath. You know that he wants it, and that he’s trying to give up the dangerous life, so that’s enough for you.

- You don’t get to see him as much as you want, and the two of you had fought over it several times. But you saw how the arguments wore him down, and you saw how fidgety he got when he tried to settle down, and you saw how much the distance from you was killing him. You saw how he was tearing himself apart, trying to find a balance with what he needed, so at some point you stopped fighting him, and just decided to cherish every little moment you got with your dad.

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John Winchester is a shitty father in many ways. Even as a fan of the character, I can’t argue with that—he makes a lot of terrible decisions that have long-lasting impacts on his kids’ lives. But there is one aspect of how he interacts with Dean and Sam as a parent that I appreciate and that I think gets lost in fandom interpretations: he’s quick to admit he’s wrong and to apologize. From Dead Man’s Blood (1x20)

JOHN: You ignored a direct order back there.

SAM: Yes sir.

DEAN: Yeah but we saved your ass.

JOHN: You're right. It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family.

And from Salvation (1x21):

JOHN: All right. When were you going to tell me about this?

DEAN: We didn't know what it meant.

JOHN: All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me.

DEAN: Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery.

JOHN: You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.

He’s not angry as he’s saying any of this. He doesn’t dig in. He considers their point of view, listens, and admits he’s wrong. I’ve seen the first parts of these interactions discussed in a thousand posts but they always cut off before that part—which I think is a shame because to me that willingness to eat crow is an important part of his character.

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hi!

Ive been doing random questions to different acc.

Yours would be.

If you had a chance ce to talk to your 17 year old self again, what would you tell her?

Have a lovely day ❤️

Oh that’s a great question…

Probably not to care so much what high schoolers think, because I’d never see them again. I’d tell her not to be scared of college—the social hierarchy that exists in high school is non-existent in the real world.

I’d tell her to foster good habits, because she’s gonna be grateful for them when college rolls around.

I’d tell her it’s all gonna be ok—she’ll make friends in college, and it’ll be great.

(I’d also tell her to go to Jensen Ackles Sagebrush concert, because missing that is the greatest regret of my life 😂)

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Happy birthday!!🥳

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Happy birthday!!🎉

Thank you! You guys r so sweet 🤟

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╰┈➤ R.I.P Dinos

Sam Winchester x sister!reader

Summary: You have to make an active volcano for science class. Sam was more than happy to help!

Warnings: None!

"Jesus all of these assignments for what? I swear this school sucks," you mumbled as you walked down the bunker's grand stairs. Luck was not on your side today but it almost never was for you. Today, specifically, you got tasked with four different projects from four different teachers. Thankfully one of them was a group project.

You threw your bag on the table in the library, accidentally causing a beer bottle to shatter once it hit the ground. Again, luck was not on your side.

Sam ran around the corner with a gun in his hand causing you to put your hands up. "Oh my god it's just you," he breathed out relieved. He uncocked his pistol and put it back in his waistband.

"Ouch," you replied sarcastically as you bent down to pick up the shards of glass. Sam came over and crouched on the floor to help.

"You know what I meaann." Sam rolled his eyes.

You chuckled softly, tossing a handful of glass shards into the trash bin nearby. "Yeah, yeah. Just messing with you," you muttered, brushing your hands off on your jeans.

Sam flopped down into one of the library chairs with a dramatic sigh. "So, what’s with the whole bag slam? You mad at the table or what?" he asked, leaning back and propping his boots up on the edge.

You groaned and pulled out the stack of assignment sheets. "Four projects. Four teachers. All due next Monday," you grumbled, spreading the papers out like a bad poker hand. "One of them’s a group thing, though, so I’m hoping I can trick someone into doing most of the work."

"Dang. Only a week to prepare," Sam’s eyes flicked over the papers disinterestedly, but then he snatched one up. His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "At least one of these seem fun! A volacano! Oooo."

You pursed your lips in a line with a unfazed look. "Are you serious right now?"

Sam shrugged as he read the projects details on the paper. "Yeah, actually. Why don't we do it together? Who's better at exploding things than me?"

"Dean is pretty good at exploding things with that grenade launcher," you smirked when Sam raised an eyebrow.

"He used that thing?! Without me-" Sam took a breath to stop himself. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm better with mixing things to explode. I don't need a gun to do it."

"Fine, we can do it together. But we can't make it actually explode. If I get in trouble I'm blaming it on you." You point your finger at him with your warning.

"Okay okay. Minimal property damage." Sam put his hands up like he was swearing to it. "No fun," he mumbled.

"I am fun! Just don't want the attention." Sam hummed in response understanding what you mean.

⛧

You guys got started later that day after getting the supplies and your workspace was a mess. Newspapers covered the entire table, and somehow, you had managed to get some powder in your hair from the mâché. Sam, who has clay all over his hands, was vigorously shaping the volcano’s body with a mixture of paper-mâché and clay.

"Okay, okay, hear me out," Sam said, voice full of excitement. "What if we carve out tiny lava paths down the sides? Like, little rivers of doom?"

You raised an eyebrow as you smoothed another strip of paper-mâché onto the volcano’s surface. "And what happens when the 'lava' doesn’t follow your little paths and just explodes everywhere?"

"Then we know it’s realistic," he shot back with a grin.

You shook your head, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Fine. But if this thing floods the classroom, I’m telling everyone it was your idea."

Sam dramatically placed a hand over his heart. "I’d expect nothing less."

After another half hour of slathering on layers, the volcano finally looked somewhat presentable—if you ignored the fact that it was still dripping with glue.

Sam leaned back in his chair, hands on his hips. "Dude. We made this."

"Yeah," you said, admiring the lumpy, yet oddly charming volcano. "And somehow, neither of us got hurt in the process."

Sam grinned. "Yet."

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The next day, once the volcano had dried, the real fun began.

You were painting the gray and white paper-mâché into green and brown hills on one side. On the other side, that was already dried, Sam stuck little plastic dinosaurs into the scene. He gave one of them a dramatic shove, sending it tumbling down the side of the volcano. "This one knows what’s coming," he narrated ominously.

You rolled your eyes, but you were trying not to laugh. "Sam, I don't think the dinosaurs even knew the difference between a volcano and a mountain."

"Shhh," he hushed you, gently placing a palm-sized T-Rex on the peak. "This is the Volcano God. He watches over the others."

You looked at him, unimpressed. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet, you keep me around."

Shaking your head, you grabbed a couple of tiny fake trees and positioned them at the volcano’s base. "Okay, I think this actually looks pretty cool."

Sam clapped his hands together. "Now we just have to make it erupt."

The moment of truth had arrived. The volcano sat on a metal tray, ready for the test eruption. Sam held the baking soda like it was a vial of liquid gold, while you carefully poured the vinegar into a cup.

"Okay," you said, taking a deep breath. "If this explodes too much—"

"It won’t," Sam interrupted confidently. "I measured this out."

You gave him a skeptical look but still handed him the vinegar. He dramatically lifted the cup over the volcano. "And so, the Volcano God awakens!" he proclaimed before dumping the liquid in.

For a second, nothing happened. Then, with a satisfying hiss, thick red foam bubbled up from the crater and poured down the sides. The tiny T-Rex at the top was quickly swallowed in the fizzing mess.

Sam gasped. "The Volcano God has fallen!"

You burst out laughing as the foam dripped onto the tray. "Dude, this actually looks sick."

Sam grinned proudly. "Told you."

As the eruption slowed to a stop, you sat back, arms crossed. "Okay. We definitely deserve an A for this."

Sam nodded, wiping a bit of foam off his sleeve. "Agreed. And if not, we threaten to make it actually explode next time."

You shot him a look.

"Kidding!" he said quickly, but his smirk said otherwise.

⛧

Today was the day. The day you had to turn in all four of your projects. After a week of nonstop researching, putting things together, and writing. You finally finished and jesus, you were tired.

Unfortunately Sam had to leave after helping you finish with the volcano to go do a hunt. He didn't want to just leave you alone with all this stress of school. Every time you were stressed out or very focused on something you wouldn't take care of yourself that well.

Sometimes you'd forget to eat meals. Sometimes you don't drink enough water and you don't realize until you have a huge headache that won't go away no matter how much water you drink. You also stay up at night making sure everything is perfect. That trait is from Sam himself and you mentally thank him every time this happens. However, you still convinced him to go and that you'd be fine.

You walked into the bunker, down the stairs and into the library as quickly as you could. You were happy that you were done and happy that Sam was coming home soon. You had planned to get some snacks so you could watch a movie in Dean's man cave which was one of your favorite things to do to pass the time.

You set your volcano down on the table and your bag on one of the seats when you heard the bunker's garage door opening.

"Sam?" You called out to see if that was him.

"Yep. I'm back!" He announced as he walked into the main room with his warm smile. You went down the little steps with arms open wide to hug him which he accepted with no hesitation.

"Welcome back," you said softly as your grip slightly tightened around him. He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb in response.

"Thanks, sweetie. So, how was school?" He asked not wanting to get out of the hug just yet.

"Better now since I'm not worrying about any projects," you bluntly spoke with annoyance about those assignments. "Speaking of..." you broke the hug to go back in the library with a curious Sam following you.

"Tada!" You put up jazz hands to show off the volcano. "I brought it back!"

"What grade did you get on it?"Sam asked as he smirked a little as if he already knows.

"Well, she hasn't officially graded it since she's slow at grading things but I may have saw good points on the rubric she was writing on," you returned the smirk to Sam.

"Ayy that's my girl!" He ruffled your hair a little but you didn't protest like you normally did. "But why bring it back? I thought you'd just throw it away."

"So we can make an actual explosion!" You said which warned a big smile from Sam.

"You're the best sister ever."

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Hello! Can I request a Winchester brothers x sister reader who is kinda a troublemaker. She skips class and gets into fights. I know it is a little general but I don’t see much troublemaker! Reader on tumblr. Thank you!

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Hey! Can you write a story about Sam and dean having to have the talk about monsters with their little young sister because she saw something or experienced, so Sam and dean can't pretend anymore that monsters aren't real, and she's terrified because she thinks she will die because of a monster?

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You know how every dragon hunt fic is about the brothers realizing the sister isn't a virgin??? Can you do one that she is and gets caught??? I just really want one that is not about the "not virgin", but just about how scary a dragon would be,,,,,

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