#just soooooo ready for this new era of my life to begin

[gobbluthbutagirl]

why would anyone sleep when you could spend like an hour on google maps at 1am doing #research and making a mental list of every potential employment opportunity within an hour of the airbnb you’ve booked now that you know the address(even though you already knew the address because you already did #research on google maps to figure out where the airbnb was before you even booked it). That’s what i want to know

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

hi, 👻, me here again! that's so cool! how's it like to work in a college? I understan, I work in a restaurant near a university so I know how chaotic things can get. hehe that's amazing!! My days have been good too! Not much happening, which isn't necessarily bad. :p

I do enjoy fantasy! So I really do need to watch them asap! I dooooo! I love reading and I have been very curious to read another Neil Gaiman book, so I might go for this one!! What do you enjoy reading? Do you have a favourite book?

That seems so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!! I am trying to let go of my anxiety about driving so I can finally go get my license. :')

I also got into crocheting when the pandemic started! that's so cool! ooooh they are lucky!!! I know it's going to turn out so beautiful!! <3

Well, actually that's very relatable, because I'm a patient person with almost everything, but I hate it when my crochet projects take too long to get done. :p yeah, that's super important! I agree!! When I first started trying out embroidery I wasn't using the best backing and it definetely made things more difficult for me. haha

hi hun! it's alright, I just started at the beginning of the month so I'm still settling in, but I really enjoy it so far (apart from drama ofc)! I can relate to not much happening, lol, that's the epitome of my life :)

Fantasy is by far one of my favorite things in the whole world! The world building, the lore, and the ability to find yourself in it is my favorite part of it. Coraline is a fantastic book, I hope you enjoy it (it's a quick read too)! I mostly read fantasy, YA, and non-fiction! Some of my favorites are: Coraline, LOTR, Harry Potter (fuck JK Rowling), and Turtles All the Way Down to name a few!

Oh congrats!!!!! My best friend was 22 when she got her license because she has pretty severe driving anxiety but she's been doing really well so far, so I wish you so so so much luck!!

I'm excited to start it! Embroidery has become a comfort for me and I ended up embroidering a jacket and shirt for my eras tour show and it was such a blast!

I do the same thing! My jacket took a month and by the end I was ready to be done lol so some of it isn't as good as it could be. Backing is super important, and I didn't learn that until later on, and especially needles! I got new ones recently and they're soooooo different than my older ones.

[mooifyourecows]

hi moo!! I am also in distress bc of stress :/ just came here to say that ur posts throughout the day give me life. tell me more about ur stories! idc which one. u choose. it’ll make me happy either way :)

hey there anon, i woke up in the middle of the night, immediately stressed myself out (ayy solidarity), and haven’t slept since so let’s talk about ‘Force of Impact!’ 🤙

Okay so ‘Force of Impact’ is actually one of the first original stories I began in this era. (we don’t talk about Moo’s previous eras of writing okay shhhh just move on)

So let’s start with the characters of this story and some basic info on each of them:

Conrad Savage (main)- 24 years old, half Korean/half Jamaican, born in Boston, professional MMA fighter (injured)

Nash Boone (main)- 20 years old, Caucasian, unemployed, student

Peyton Baines (side)- 18 years old, Caucasian, student

Layla Love (side)- 18 years old, African American, student

Milos Love (side)- 30 years old, African American, big brother of Layla, professional MMA fighter

Cassie Leigh (side)- 34 years old, Caucasian, police officer

Mani Najafi (side)- 69 (nice) years old, Pakistani American, retired vale tudo fighter

Lane Gage (side)(derogatory)- 28 years old, Puerto Rican, Professional MMA fighter

+others

Also, here is the Playlist for this story in case you’re interested. I really like this playlist because I used a lot of Nick Murphy and he just VIBES HARD with the mood of the story, especially Conrad as a character in general (i can’t listen to Dangerous or Believe (Me) by Nick Murphy without thinking about this story and hnnnnnnn help):

Force of Impact Playlist

Alrighty, alrighty

So, the story begins with Conrad moving to a new house in a different state... right across the alley to his old coach, Mani, in hopes of convincing him to coach him again. Mani had been Conrad’s old high school wrestling coach who also trained him in other various martial arts outside of school and is basically the sole guy that got Conrad into the UFC world. He retired from coaching when Conrad turned twenty and earned his first Championship middleweight win, making him the youngest champion since the establishment of weight classes. 👀 Mani was like “wow, i trained the youngest champion, time to retire before things go downhill”

But nuh uh, like Conrad was gonna let him go that easily. He held his title for the next three years and then suffered his first loss against Lane Gage in a fight where he also injured his shoulder. The injury put him outta professional matches for the next year and he now thinks he’s ready for a comeback. But he blames his injury on his previous coach and wants Mani back because the old coot was like... aggressively about that personal upkeep/health stuff and always made sure Conrad wasn’t overexerting himself and yada yada

Alright so Conrad moves into the house literally right across the alley from Mani and is like “be my coach” and Mani is like “no” and Conrad is like “be my coach please” and Mani is like “no” and Conrad is like “be my coach or i’ll never ever leave you alone ever again” and Mani is like “ugh fine.”

But who lives right next door to Conrad’s new house? That’s right. 

Nash.

Soooooo, Nash is a twenty year old guy who just so happens to still be in high school for personal, tragic backstory reasons. He’s got ADHD and has a problem with getting REALLY INTO something, swearing it’s something he’s gonna do for the rest of his life, maybe as a career, but then completely drops it a week or two later. That’s just his thing. He comes home like “I’ve decided I will be a professional baseball player” and then quits the team two weeks into the season. Then he throws all his money at painting supplies like “I’m the next da Vinky, just watch” and they wind up growing mold and dust in the corner of his room after just a few failed attempts.

Nash is a quitter. He knows he’s a quitter. Everyone does. Nobody really expects much from him at this point. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.

First thing Conrad notices about living next door to the Boones is that they’re fuckin LOUD. Right from the get go, Nash is yelling and his dad is yelling back and doors are slammimg and glass is breaking and holy shit Conrad is like “should i call the cops?”

But it’s fine, it’s okay, that’s just how they communicate. Seems pretty toxic but hey who is he to judge? He hasn’t spoken to his parents in years so he’s not really in a position to judge other people’s familial relationships, is he?

Anyway, Nash and Conrad bond pretty quickly. They’ve got really similar personalities, even if they express them differently. Nash is loud and unabashed and Conrad is lazy and relaxed but they are both mentally and emotionally immature and overly passionate. They’re both well-intentioned but flub the landing more than stick it.

So Conrad begins training with Mani and Nash insists on watching/participating because why not, he’s interested and has nothing better to do anyway.

Thus begins Conrad’s journey into getting back into shape in order to redeem himself after his humiliating loss to Lane.

But it’s not easy.

Like, not at all. 

Because on top of having the shoulder injury that threatens to come back at the first sign of strain, Conrad is also like, kinda, really, depressed.

He tries to hide it. Like ahaha ain’t nothin’ to see here, buddy boyyy, just a sexy man growing a beard and drinking lukewarm beer in his back yard at ten a.m. like sexy men sometimes do hahaha...

Turns out, the shoulder injury did more than kick him outta the fighting world for over a year. It also reminded him that he’s a high school drop-out who has dedicated his entire life to a career he’ll be too old for by the time he’s in his thirties to early forties. And then what? What next?

Nothing. There’s nothing next. Because since Conrad first started fighting, that’s been the only thing he’s cared about. Fighting and winning and fighting some more. It doesn’t matter that he’s just 24 years old, got his whole life ahead of him. Fighting is his life and he doesn’t know how to do anything else. The thought of giving it up terrifies the shit out of him.

So while Conrad is training, doing well, getting fit, feeling great, everything is awesome.

But at the slightest hitch... it’s time to spiral.

Mani is careful not to let Conrad push himself too hard and aggravate his injury but the idiot is a little desperate to get back into the game. He can’t help it. If he’s going to make it back to that level of prestige he held for three years, he needs to start winning. He needs to get people talking about him again. It’s the only way to make it up in the ranks. That’s how the UFC works. You need connections, you need a record, you need to win and garner people’s favor to even qualify. Since he’s been out for over a year, he has to prove that he’s still worthy. Granted, he was a popular fighter before his break. Fans loved him, his fights were entertaining, and he was good.

Honestly, he’d probably make it back in, easy peasy, without too much effort. But he wants to be extra certain. So he starts accepting fights against rookie fighters trying to make a name for themselves.

It’s just to get him used to it again, he swears.

On average, UFC fighters only do a small handful of fights a year. But Conrad is like lol nah I can do more than that.

So dude just starts winnin’ left and right. Look at him go. Good as new. It’s like he was never injured. People start noticing. He’s being talked about again. Everyone is excited for his comeback.

He gets confident and accepts a fight against Milos Love, a trans man who has been makin’ waves in the MMA world.

Aaaaaaand Conrad gets his ass kicked. Damn. He forgot how it felt to lose. Sucks man. But it’s alright. Because even though he lost, the fight was a good one and everyone is buzzing about both Conrad and Milos. They would loooove to see a rematch one day.

So Conrad has pretty much secured himself a spot in the UFC again.

Sweet. Things are going so well.

So well.

Until...

Welp. One day in training, Conrad injures himself.

Fuck.

He’s so frustrated and pissed at himself that he goes to a club and gets drunk. Nash goes with him to try and keep him out of trouble but Conrad refuses to listen to reason. He blows up at Nash, calls him a child who needs to keep his nose out of adult business. They cause enough of a scene that Nash gets kicked out of the club. Instead of going home though, he sits on the curb and waits, stewing in his anger, swearing to really give Conrad a piece of his mind when he finally comes out.

Well, all that planning goes out the window when Conrad does finally stumble out onto the sidewalk, drunk, in pain, crying. Nash sets his anger aside and helps get Conrad home. He gets him inside and into bed and just as he’s about to leave, Conrad apologizes. “You’re not a child. Sorry. I’m sorry. You’re more of a man than I am.”

Because see... this is a sore subject for our buddy Nash.

He’s stuck in between, after all.

And there’s some tragic reasoning for this.

First of all, when Nash was in the first grade, his ADHD was misdiagnosed as being “not emotionally prepared for second grade” and he was held back. Okay, no big deal. Whatever, right? He didn’t mind being a little bit older than his peers. He was immature, after all. He had fits of anger and got into fistfights on the regular, even though he’s weak and always got his ass handed to him. It was fine though. He bounces back quick.

Then, in the summer of what should have been his senior year of high school, Nash and his little sister were staying with their grandparents for a few weeks. One day, he argued with his grandparents and decided to stay behind as they took his younger sister to the zoo. Unfortunately, on the way there, there was an accident on the bridge and their car was sent over the side and into the river. None of them survived the accident.

Due to the traumatizing nature of the accident and the events surrounding the accident, Nash was plagued with survivor’s guilt and had to miss the first several months of his senior year of high school. He decided to take the entire year off instead of try to make up for the lost semester, thus making him twenty years old and not yet graduated from high school.

Nash now feels torn between adulthood and childhood. He’s still treated like a child by his teachers and the other “adultier” adults he faces because he’s still in high school. But he’s also treated as more of an adult than his classmates. Not to mention he’s had to “grow up” following his little sister’s death in order to be there for his parents, who did not take the loss well at all. In a way, he had to be their caretaker over the year following the accident, all while still being infantilized by pretty much everyone else.

He’s in between. Not quite an adult but so much more than a child. He doesn’t know what he wants or needs. Ideally, he wants to erase the past few years, go back, have a do-over to do it right, without the trauma and growing up too fast. But he can’t do that so all he asks is to be recognized as the adult he is and respected as adults expect to be respected.

“Just drop out then. Get a job.” is what he’s been told, over and over again by adults he calls out for treating him like a child. “don’t be playing a child’s game if you don’t want to be seen as a child”

But he perseveres. Nash is a quitter, but he can’t bring himself to quit this. He wants to finish high school, no matter how long it takes him. If for no other reason than to prove it to those stupid adults that look down on him that he’s not stupid, he’s not pitiful, he can do it, so shut the fuck up.

Conrad is different though. He’s not like other adults. From the beginning, there was solidarity and understanding between them. Conrad never treated him like he was some naïve little kid who doesn’t know anything about life. But he didn’t treat him like an old, jaded adult either. He was just... Nash. A guy he had a lot in common with. Who he enjoyed hanging out with. Who he respected as someone also in his twenties, just 4 years younger than him, facing his own, important troubles.

So hearing Conrad call him a child hurts more than when other people say it.

He hates it way more.

Especially when his feelings for him start budding romantic. He doesn’t want to be seen as a kid by the guy he wants to kiss, man. That sucks.

When Conrad calls him a child, he thinks, “ah man maybe i don’t have a chance with him like at all.” 

And that sucks. It triggers his defense mechanism of alienating people before they can disappoint him first. Following that night, Nash tries to separate himself from Conrad a little bit, even though he apologized and took it back.

Still.

Damage was done, homie.

So Nash decides to be a prick. Says some shit to piss Conrad off. But Conrad sees straight through him. He can feel the insincerity. And he refuses to take the bait.

Stupid hot bastard.

Well fine. Nash will continue to be his friend. But he won’t expect anything more than that. It won’t happen anyway so-

And yet.

It’s inevitable, ain’t it? They’re better together. Do not separate.

Anyway, through their relationship, they develop as humans, of course. Nash finds passion for something he considers worth sticking with. Conrad finds the relief of letting go of something he used to think was the only thing that mattered. 

There are twists and turns, obviously. Nothing good comes easy.

And the other side characters have their own little journeys. 

Milos falls in love with Cassie and works to woo her. Peyton challenges her personal view of feminism after growing close with Layla, who represents everything Peyton’s internalized misogyny rejects. Mani finds joy in coaching again and realizes it doesn’t matter what note his career ends on if it never ends in the first place. Lane gets his ass kicked. Maybe more than once. Nash’s parents take steps to moving past the mourning they had been holding tight to over the past year and a half after the death of their daughter and are able to support Nash the way he deserves.

Etc. etc.

Obviously there’s more story stuff I’m leaving out for the sake of not giving it ALL away... but that’s the gist of the story!

Okay okay okay okay I dunno how good this explanation actually is but ehhh don’t mind me, I’m tired but drank coffee so I’m up for the day now.

Hope you like the synopsis, Babe! Thanks for your interest 🖤 I kinda wanna go make Conrad and Nash on artbreeder now 🤔

[x-exo]

*slides into your asks with a rose in my mouth* why hello, tis me!

Apologies for the long wait but your favorite long asks anon is here and OOF so much has happened. Let us break it down one by one lol

Monsta x our beans, welp we can officially say we are army wives for them because shownu is now at the military and just welp this feels weird lol. I lowkey forgot he was meant to enlist so when the news came out I went through so many emotions. Its why the latest comeback feels a bit bittersweet to me. It is their BEST for sure and for this year, I agree so to not see him perform right before he left is a bit sad. I don't blame him of course (if anyone does i am fish slapping you) but just a shame. I'm happy we do get content with him still? Seems pre-planned so that is nice!

Onto legends exo, fantastic comeback. I cannot stop listening to the album, its just bops full of bops to me. They broke so many records and I'm over here sipping my tea because fudge yes. It isn't a full member comeback, 2 of the members featured in the comeback are off playing call of duty and they still did THAT. While having lay properly in the comeback!? (Or at least some form, better than tempo era!) Kyungsoo my beloved, the man that can swoon you off your feet, his proper solo album. Omg I am just in love? The album feels like a Playlist that you hear while taking a walk or on a raodtrip? I love it, I just love everything about this with how much thought was given. It makes me feel warm and I'm so proud of him (I think he even got a first win) but sadly xiumin got the it shall not be named virus D: I feel so bad and I can only hope he gets better! It makes me worried because I keep seeing more and more idols getting sick and I can't help but wonder why don't the kpop entertainment just put a pause with stuff? Of course that is VERY unrealistic, I am aware that is naive for me to think but its just so idk how to word it properly (my English brain is not working I am sorry) I cannot help the feeling of while I get people are being safe and yes we need to still live like normal beings, is it worth risking idols health just for some entertainment? Idk how to explain my thoughts properly but maybe I hope I made sense!!

Onto svt! That is perfectly fine to not vibe with a comeback! I will admit, I didn't fully vibe with this comeback and it shocked me because every comeback was a hit to me. Even fear, left and right or homerun where I know many fans were split on, I liked but RTL was a grower. For me, listening to it without watching the mv, helped it alot and it is a song I like. Is it their best? No I don't think so but it is alright to say "hey I didn't bop to this, not my cup of tea" (imo I blame the mv? The mv REALLY didn't do the song justice at all, I am sorry if I sound like a fake fan but this mv Just is bad in all aspects. Sure we have some pretty shots but like it just doesn't fit at all?) So if anything listening to the song or wishing the live performances does it better. Seeing the choreography amps the song up more, cannot go wrong with their dancing. As for the rest of the songs, I admit game boy is my top favorite? Idk if it is because I am a gaming nerd and found all the production of the song so creative but yeah. We can wait for the next comeback! Svt always have something up their sleeves, plus we do have their music projects to look forward too (I wonder when we will get one? Seeing as RTL promotions stopped) some positive news with the boys is they resigned like a year before their contract ends and I'm a bit emotional :') I'm excited to see the boys future projects. We did have caratland recently! Did you watch it if I may ask? We did get in the soop confirmation so I'm excited to watch that, the boys deserve that nice break (even if it was filmed for a show fjsbsns)

Ok I think that is it for kpop updates? XD I do hope life has been treating you kindly! Life has been a bit all over the place sadly so I hope it wasn't like that for you as well! Until next time my bean!

hii!!!! omg sorry for the late reply i've been pretty busy these days 🙈

indeed so much has happened! and much more since you sent this ask omg!!

our shownu is at war *looks into the distance* *wipes away tear* *sighs* by now I got used to enlistment news (see what happens when you stan 2nd and 3rd gen groups) but STILL [[IT HURT]] when they uploaded the monchannel videos of his goodbye day like ????? what kind of twisted mind diuhdfuihdifuhs but the boys were all so cute and soft but they seemed so sad they didn't want to let go of their super leader :(( I hope he's learning lots and making new friends (and also we've got our international super spy yoo kihyun giving us small updates on him every now and then so everything's fine!). Yeah I totally get you it felt empty without him this comeback and at first it didn't really clicked with me but when the enlistment news came out i understood he had to take care of his health and thoroughly check on his eye sight in order to be 100% ready for the military so it made sense he had to be absent :( everything was so close (the comeback and enlistment) that I'm sure there was no other way for doing it I'm pretty sure he couldn't maybe postpone the enlistment day any further

onto exo! my ksoo my soft boi my romantic boi 🥺 his album is so him SO HIM i can't explain it bur it's just HIM you know it's the type of album you'd play on loop on a summer afternoon when you've taken your papers and paints outside in the garden to paint a bit with the warm soft breeze moving the trees lightly 🤧 and he signs in English and SPANISH (he did it for me) my multilingual king he's a native. Also I've been watching Honeymoon Tavern with Jongin these days and OMG i could d word for him really (if you haven's watched it go do it when you have time) he's SO SOFT and SO CUTE and he works as a waiter and a wedding planner and helps with the room preparations and is also a tour guide and he's just so cute so happy al the time the way he interacts with everyone is so 🥺🤧😭 onto more serious stuff now: yeah i was so worried about minseok catching covid omg but i'm glad he went through it with our any major complication and the rest of the boys are safe too! I guess the industry doesn't stop bc that would mean a huge loss of thousands and thousands of dollars/won/etc so as long as the gov doesn't prohibit going out or gathering like at the beginning of the pandemic, they'll keep on going with the idols' schedules otherwise the industry would just shut down having no way of earning money to sustain all the companies and idols.

as for seventeen! yeah i like the songs too! the mv sure ruined rtl and listening to it without watching it has really helped it grow on me more but still it feels kind of meh to me idk i really like anyone i think it's my favourite from the album. AND NOW WE'VE GOT A COMEBACK IN OCTOBER!!!! yayyyyy i can't wait they seem to be preparing very diligently (i hope they release a sexy bop) it's a shame junhao aren't gonna be present for this comeback but i'm soooooo happy they have the opportunity to visit their families again omg they have spent 2 whole years without seeing them in the flesh they must be so happy to get back to them again!!! it's so funny seeing them be bored at the quarantine hotel and doing lives every day duhdfiudhfiuh i hope it passes quickly and they can see their loved ones finally! and I did watch Caratland!! omg the unit switch song was the best thing ever hhu doing lilili yabbay and not being able to stop laughing idfuhdifuhs perf team doing chocolate and owning it????? hello??? performance team more like main vocal team wow! and the vocal team being a complete mess during check in lmaooo i loved it! In The Soop has finally started!!! I love these kind of "normal life" concepts I love seeing the boys being themselves cooking and relaxing I've watched the first and second eps as of today and also few clips from the third and omg mingyu and jeonghan drowning in the pond dfuhidfhidfs lmao they're so dumb i love them 🤣 i'm glad they could go away for a few days and spend time together away from their hectic schedules!

I hope you're well now and if not hang in there it'll all pass soon enough! 🥰💕 bye bye!!

p.s.: I got your request for the svt this or that gifset and i promise i’ll do it one day i just don’t feel like giffing these days dhbduusi i’m out of energy 

[wow-she-writes]

Birthday Present

Pairing: Dean x Daughter!reader

Request: “Please write a Dean Winchester x daughter reader about the reader not having a dad growing up because her dad and her mom were only a one night stand and ever since she could talk she would ask where her dad was. When the reader turned 16 her mom gave her Dean Winchester’s/her dad’s number and after debating she calls him”  Thanks @bartallenisbae for the request <3

Warning: Nothing too bad small amount of angst and a little fluff if you squint 

A/N: I tried to keep it as accurate as possible. I hope you like it. Also, I’m soooooo sorry this is so late and I haven’t really posted anything in a while. School’s been a bitch lately and it’s been hard keeping everything straight and I’m just a mess and I’ll try to keep posting, but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Word Count: 1,633

A girl sits on the floor of her bathroom. Tears pool at the bottom of her eyes, from joy or sadness, she didn’t know. A girl looks down, disbelieving at the pregnancy test she holds between her fingers.

Two parallel lines stare down a girl as she tries to control her tears. Two parallel lines loom in the back of a girl’s mind as she racks her brain on who the father could possibly be. Two parallel lines laugh at a girl as she remembers taking one, two, three shots of vodka and going to blow off steam with some guy. Two parallel lines that mark the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one.

A mother cries with happiness, she’s sure this time, as she finally, finally holds her newborn baby girl in her arms, so pure and full of life. A mother who was once just a girl cries as her baby immediately snuggles into her chest and she cries as she cradles it impossibly closer.

A mother laughs with her baby girl as she gives her a bath for the first time. A mother grins as her baby girl walks and talks for the first time. A mother, wrapped up in a blanket with her sleepy toddler tucked under her arm, rereads a book for the millionth time, but it didn’t matter as long as her child was happy. A mother sighs as she goes to free the wall from marker yet again because even though the terrible twos had passed, her child was still a trouble-maker. A mother laughs as takes another lap around the house as she tries to trap her squealing four-year-old in some pants so the neighbors would just stop staring. A mother waves goodbye to her daughter going to school for the first time and blinks the mist away from her eyes. A mother sits on the floor next to her daughter with a mess of crayons and paper in front of them, but they didn’t care because they were happy.

A mother celebrates the victories of won soccer games and mourns the losses of failed tests with her daughter. A mother, right beside her daughter, suffers her way through family gatherings and disapproving, tight-lipped looks of other mothers who had husbands. A mother and a daughter who are just fighting to get by and are loving every second of it because, hey, it could always be worse.

You smile at the pictures in your lap, your mother grinning over your shoulder. After sixteen years of embarrassing-mother-moments, band concerts, sports games, fights, drama, birthdays, shopping sprees, movie marathons, break-ups, and cooking experiments that always go horribly, you had lots of memories to look back at.

“Remember that time we tried to make a Twilight cake for your 12th birthday?” your mom asks laughing at the memory and pointing a finger at the picture.

“Mom,” you groaned. “Don’t bring that up! It was horrible, eggs were everywhere! And why a Twilight cake of all things? Didn’t I have taste?”

“I don’t know, Honey, but I’m glad that’s over.”

“Me too,” you laughed bitterly.

Looking through a few pictures taken at your third birthday, you laughed at the chubby-cheeked-baby-you with chocolate cake smeared all the way up to your eyebrows.

“Okay,” started your mom as she put the pictures aside and turned to face you. “Are you ready to open your present?”

Looking away from the photos you grinned and nodded. “Always.”

She pulled a small box that someone would usually put rings in and handed it over to me. You untied the small bow at the top and opened the box. Inside was a slip of paper with a phone number on it.

“Is this…”

Everything in the room seemed to still. You looked up from the box and at your mother. She nodded at you.

“I figured you were old enough to talk to him.”

Ever since you were old enough to talk, you had asked about your dad, but your mother would never say anything more than just ‘you’ll understand when you’re older.’

Last year, she had told you that you, in fact, had not been planned and had been the result of a one night stand. You had been mad for weeks but eventually got over it. Just because you were a surprise didn’t make you any less worthy of love.

“Can I call him?”

You mom silently nodded.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it. Holding up the piece of paper with the name Dean Winchester scribbled on the corner, you carefully punched in the numbers on the keypad, though something held you back from pressing the call button.

“Do you think you could give me a minute?” you asked your mom quietly.

She nodded. Picking up the scrapbooks and loose photos that had been sprawled out around the two of you, she left. And you were alone.

You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed call. The monotonous ringing filled the whole room. You kept your eyes closed as you brought the phone up to your ear.

What if he doesn’t like me. What if he already has a family and hates the fact that I’m alive. Why am I doing this? I should just leave him alone. That what’s best for-

“Hello?” A deep voice filled the room and echoed in your mind. The slight scratchiness was strangely calming and pure.

You took a deep breath. This was your dad.

“Hello?” he said again.

“Um…hello,” you forced out. Hello? Really? That’s the best you can do?

“Who is this?”

“This is…your daughter. I mean-not really-I guess that-”

“Is this some kind of joke? I swear to god Sam, if this is you, it’s not funny.”

“No-no I’m not Sam I’m Y/N,  but that wouldn’t mean anything to you because you don’t really know me-or that I’m alive-but that doesn’t really matter.”

“Who did you say you were again?”

You could tell that he was starting to get frustrated and you panicked.

“I’m-I’m no one. Never mind. Just forget I called. Have a nice day.”

And you hung up.

“Oh my god,” you said out loud, staring at the phone in your hand. “I’m such an idiot.”

Your mom came into the room from around the corner and sat down next to you. She didn’t say anything, just leaned over and hugged you.

“I hope that you know that whatever happens, I’m so proud of you. We’ll figure something out.”

You looked up at her and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Y/N, Sweetheart, come down. Dinner’s ready,” yelled your mom from the bottom of your stairs.

You closed your book and clumsily rolled off your bed, to the door and ran down the stairs.

You had just reached to pull out your chair when the doorbell rang.

“Y/N,” called your mother from the kitchen. “Could you get the door? I’m a little bit busy.”

“Yeah, on my way,” you grumbled.

You looked through the window on the door to see who the heck would go to someone’s house at six o’clock at night.

Two men stood on the front porch of your house. One was tall and the other was really tall.

“Uh, Mom? Are you expecting anyone for dinner?” you asked skeptically, brows furrowed.

“Yes, just let them in.”

You opened the door and stepped aside to let them in.

“I can take your coats,” you said quietly, studying both of the men.

You held out your hands and they gave your their coats, leaving them in their flannel.

“My Mom’s in the kitchen. It’s just to the left.”

The really tall one thanked me before they ventured toward the smell of food.

After hanging their coats in the closet, you quietly walked towards the kitchen in hope of hearing some of a conversation telling you who the hell these people were. 

“Y/N,” called your mom before you could hear anything about their conversation.

“Yeah?” you asked walking the rest of the way into the room.

“I’d like you to meet Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re brothers.”

Dean Winchester?

You stared wide-eyed at both of them trying to figure out which one was your dad and why the hell they were in your kitchen.

You closed your mouth once you realized you had it hanging open and oh-so-gracefully spewed out the word, “Hi.”

The blonde one breathed out a laugh and smiled slightly.

“Hey, kid.”

You noticed the water starting to well in his eyes and you pulled your eyebrows together.

“I’m your dad.”

You didn’t say anything. All you did was look at him, noticing the straw color of his hair, the sour apple green of his eyes, the slight curve of his nose, the dark stubble covering his chin that gradually fades to freckles littering his nose and cheeks. This was your dad.

You took a deep breath and took a step towards him. You quickly wrapped your arms around him before you could talk yourself out of it and he quickly reacted by doing the same. You inhaled the smell of leather, old books, and gunpowder.

When you both pulled away, you looked up at your mom and she smiled. You sniffled and wiped the tears away from your eyes.

“How about we all have dinner and catch up a bit.”

You looked up and your Dad and Uncle and smiled and nodded.

A daughter smiles as she finally, finally gets to talk to her dad. A daughter laughs at his horrible jokes and stories of prank wars. A daughter cries with happiness as her family is together and it may only be for tonight, but she didn’t care because they were happy.

*Masterlist*