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the fact that Eddie would have actually actually fucking do it how can you not love his hard working ass?

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oh my god this MAN

Thank you @comfortredmayne for her snaps of EddieRedmayne at the Royal Festival Hall yesterday in London

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And then people wonder why Grindelwald hates Newt.

Eddie is always in the middle! 😂

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In My Defence, I Have None (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: brief panic attack mentions  Requested: yes @cyborgfromthesupermarket asked for ‘they are in a battle or something and reader gets hurt trying to protect Newt?’ Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it, I know it’s probably not what you had in mind… Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader  Summary: You get hurt in battle when you throw yourself in front of Newt to save him. Will he finally tell you how he feels or will he lose you for good? Can he fix what he’s done? Features Angry/scared Newt!  A/N: I stalled on this for so long because I had so many ideas to drag out the angst and change the ending I hope you guys like it! I know the timeline of the fbawtft book is off don’t @ me  Title: the 1 - Taylor Swift - SO PROUD of my bby Aaron Dessner for helping me to see Taylor’s prowess as a song writer. Just imagine the reader singing this all angsty like  Words: 4,138  Taglist: @moonkissk7

You were doing your best to fend off bits off falling debris as the building around you collapsed in collateral damage from the heated duel going on between Newt and Grindelwald. You and Tina deflected some falling rubble that was headed for Jacob while Queenie was also busy trying to help Newt. 

Time seemed to drag on as you all battled it out for what felt like hours, the duel coming to a head when you flung a pile of bricks at Grindelwald, the man becoming enraged and fighting back at Newt with even more resolve. 

You watched on in horror as Newt briefly wiped the sweat that was forming in his brow and Grindelwald took the opportunity to cast one of the unforgivable curses at him. 

You saw the whole thing in slow motion as you watched your best friend, the man you had loved for as long as you could remember, push his hair back from his face completely oblivious to the curse that hurtling towards him. Your heart was in your throat and you didn’t even hesitate to throw yourself in front of Newt, screaming his name as you pushed him out of harm’s way. 

“NEWT!” his eyes snapped to you immediately when he heard your scream and he felt his entire body run cold as he saw the unmistakable plume of green coming out of Grindelwald’s wand, heading straight for your back. 

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for him too as he instinctively cast the knock back jinx at you, sending you back with too much force, causing you to fall into a pile of rubble roughly. He winced at your cry of pain, but he was relieved that the spell had missed you completely, instead dissipating into the ruins around you. 

He turned away from you focusing his full energy on fighting Grindelwald, firing a round of rapid spells at the man in his fury. His newfound adrenaline seemed to stun the other man just long enough for Tina to disarm the man and just moments later a flock Auror’s arrived in the station. 

Newt didn’t look back at you once as the MACUSA President and the Auror’s arrested Grindelwald, staring the man down until he was out of sight and it was just the five of you left in the ruined station.

Newt turned to face you, seeing Tina and Queenie on either side of you. Tina was dusting the dirt off  you while Queenie cast a simple healing charm over the few cuts and scrapes you had. 

You were shaking and wanted nothing more than to feel Newt’s safe arms around you after that close call but as you looked back at him you noticed the harsh line of his jaw and the way he was clenching his fists at his sides. 

You pushed the Goldstein sisters away from you gently and stepped towards Newt with your hand outstretched only to recoil when he began to shout at you.

“Y/N, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND!?” 

You could have heard a pin drop in the ruined station as you all just stood there staring a Newt in complete shock. He had only ever treated you with the utmost care and respect, not once raising his voice at you.

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Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader

A/n: Very late to posting once again! I really wanted to do a deadpool valentines special but I never got the chance. Enjoy this oneshot w/ Newt from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. More stories on the way! (hopefully)

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“You should really consider working for the ministry. We could use someone like you.” Theseus tells you as you walk through the halls. “Aren’t I working for the ministry already.” You ask a rhetorical question and chuckle at the frenzy it sent him in. “I’m just joking around. You know the ministry has way to many rules and regulations for me. I’ll consider the offer but I do enjoy freelance work.” You smile and he nods, respecting your boundaries. “Until next time, Theseus.” You pull your wand out of thin air and make a transportation portal. Walking through and waving your final goodbyes. The portal closes and you breathe a sigh of relief, putting the piece of magic away. “That place is always so hostile.” You reach in your coat and talk to your small plant beast. Walking through the streets of London, you have no certain destination at the moment and that’s what you loved. Freelancing, no human interaction and alone time. What more can a girl ask for!

“What can I do for you, Mr. Dumbledore?” You turn the corner to an empty block and a gloved hand waves at you. “The ministry keeps asking me to work for them.” You sigh as you continue walking, his whole body begins to show. “I assume your answer is the same.” You nod to his words. “Newt is back in London.” You maintain your smile but your eyes speak for you. “Sorry about turning down America, the ministry had me stretched thin.” Your green friend moves happily at the sound of Newt being back. “Its alright, Newt handled the situation…well.” You smile. “Glad to hear it.” Putting your green friend in your hand, you summon your wand. “I should get going.” He tugs at his collar and in a blink he’s waving goodbye. “Bye.” You wave back. “Ready to see him?” You ask your small friend. In response, she covers her face with her small hands. “Yeah, me neither.” Thinking about where to go, you open a portal and mindlessly walk through.

“I am so sorry!” You cover your eyes as you see Newt in a towel. A small swoosh and he puts a hand on your shoulder to assure you that he has clothes on. Slowly opening your eyes, your chest heats up. Newt has gotten a bit taller than the last time you saw him. He was practically looking down to you. Giving you that cute little smile, you return the gesture. “I’ll make sure to use the door next time.” You say, apologizing once more. Breaking the intense eye-contact, you look around. “I see nothing has changed. How was America?” He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his ginger hair. “It was exhilarating.” He sighs and you chuckle to him. “They do call it the city that never sleeps for a reason.” You say as he continuously looks at your chest. Looking down you see your little friend waving at him. Letting her hop on your finger, you put her in Newt’s hand.

“She was so excited to see you.” You smile at her in his hand then look up to him staring at you. “Were you excited to see me?” You jokingly ponder his question. “Yes but just a little, little, little bit. This much.” You put your thumb and index finger really close together. “More than last time.” He shrugs and rests the small beast on his head. A loud tap on his window alerts the both of you. Whipping your wands out, he walks over to his window and opens it. With you following close behind, a feather or two flies into the flat. The loud noise coming from a carrier owl, it landed on Newt’s shoulder and gave him a rolled up letter. The animal flying away the way it came, you both put your wands away. Before he could get the chance to open the letter another owl flies in and drops a letter in your palm, leaving as quickly as it came. Peaking your head out the window, you make sure no other owls will fly in. Newt closes the window as you begin to unroll the letter.

“A letter from the ministry.” You read the first line and skim through the lengthy letter. “They want me to come to a meeting.” You finish skimming and look to him. “It’s a beast problem. They want me there too.” Newt says. “Whenever there’s a beast problem they call either you or me. What are we? Animal control.” You roll your eyes and tuck the paper in your coat pocket. Newt chuckles at your joke. “The meeting is tonight.” He trails off, probably dreading that his night has been bombarded by the ministry. “dude.” You groan. “You should go and I stay. They don’t need the both of us. Plus all they’re gonna talk about is how I’m half muggle.” You drop yourself on his couch. “You’re not gonna leave me in a room with those blood suckers.” You whine loudly to his protest. “It doesn’t matter that you’re half muggle y/n.” His head dangles over yours. “Yes it does.” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t. At one point they wanted to ban beasts because of us. You’re powerful that’s what they are afraid of, so they put you down.”

Rolling your eyes at his thoughtful words as he continues to talk to you upside down. “If they do that then they have no life.” He rests his hands on either side of your head on the couch. “That’s a given, they work for the British Ministry.” You chuckle as he lifts up and you turn to him. “I am rubbing off on you!” You sit up on your heels and almost knock his head off. Looking him up and down you tilt your head to the side. “I’m not in a rush to get there or anything but is that what you’re going to wear?” You pinch at his shirt and sweats. He makes a silly straight face. “I’m going to change now.” He says while going to his room, around the corner. “Yes. You do that.” After he changes his clothes, you open your short cut to the ministry. Letters in hand, you show the receptionist. She jesters both of you to the elevator. Stepping in and settling on either sides of the elevator.

“You do have a serious resting face.” He says, staring you in the face. “Gotta keep a serious face to keep them guessing.” You do a swift hand motion, chuckling and he smiles. The elevator finally stopping, you both step out and walk down a short hallway to the only door. He opens the door for you and follows behind you. “Newt, Y/n welcome.” Theseus says walking up to you. He leads you both to a bench in the grand hall meeting area. Where most important meetings are held. “Is this supposed to be a big meeting?” You ask while sitting down next to Newt. “I’m not sure. Maybe 10 persons.” You nod. Theseus walks away to his seat across the room, looking down to the ground you see Newts suitcase latches continuously opening. “How many times do I have to tell you to get a new suitcase before you actually do it?” You lean over a little and never talk above a whisper.

“It’ll be fine.” He says while latching the case back. “You said that last time.” You sigh, taking out your wand and casting a locking spell on the case. “You’re welcome.” You look over to him and he looks over at the same time. Quickly you look down to the main floor. More members come through the door and your face stays stone cold. As the meeting starts, their ideas for you and Newt begin to circulate the room. If looks could kill, they’d all be six feet under. “With all due respect, Newt is right. This sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You chime in, at the small gap in the conversation. “They’re harmless. They won’t hurt anyone.” Newt follows. “They’re dangerous enough to fight.” You stare down the one ministry member across the room. “No matter. That’s why witches and wizards are being trained for the army. Just yesterday, you all wanted to ban beasts.” You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from being disrespectful.

“The beasts will have trainers in the army. All they need are trainers. They’re animals for goodness sake.” The member stands out his seat. “The army is NOT a place for a beast to grow.” You stand as well. “These beasts can and will be put into the army if we deem it necessary. Why are we even negotiating with this muggle?” He looks around as if he expected agreement but being met with silence. “This HALF muggle would love to see you take an innocent beast and put them in your army for another one of your ridiculous wars.” You slam your hands down on the desk and large gust of wind sits the man down. “I come here out of respect for the ministry and respect for myself. I did not come here to be disrespected because of my race.” You slowly sit down and take a deep breath. “Just because you don’t have wizards and witches graduating fast enough doesn’t mean you can incorporate innocent beasts in human issues.”

“There are more than enough capable wizards and witches to deal with whatever you need them to deal with. I will even go as far to say that I will help if needed. But no beast, good or bad, deserves to be put into a human conflict.” Newt nods to your words. “We need some time to discuss this new opportunity. Let’s take a recess and we’ll be back in 15 minutes.” The head director of the ministry says. You couldn’t be happier. Getting out your seat and walking out the door. The floor was pretty empty but you made sure to walk a good distance before turning the corner. Leaning on the wall, one tear then another rolls down your cheeks. Burying your face into your hands, you lower your sobs so no one will hear them. Your body sinking to the floor as tears cloud your vision. “Y/n.” He says, hint of sadness in his voice. You were too embarrassed to look at him. His hand gently holds onto your shoulder, causing you to sit up in the slightest. Showing him your eyes. He tries his best to rub the tears away with the little room you gave him.

“Newt, have you seen y/n?” Theseus says almost turning the corner but Newt stops him from doing such action. “Not right now. Tell your buddies we’re leaving.” You turn your head to them. “What? You can just- I can’t just tell them that.” Newt stands firmly and you can see Theseus shaking his head. “Okay.” He turns around and does as asked, for once. Making sure he’s gone before going back to you. He performs a spell to bring you to his home. The excessive smoke making you cough. Getting you off the ground he uses his thumbs to wipe away the tear marks. “You shouldn’t be crying…” He says lowly with a small smile. You sniffle, looking down. The warmth of his body hits you like a bullet. His hands rapping around your waist and you accept it. Your hands folding under his arms, holding onto his shoulders and your face smashed into his chest.

After the few moments of calm, you look up to him, tears once again streaming down your face. “This is supposed to make you feel better not cry more.” He says and you chuckle. “can’t I be both?” You whisper, he was staring into your soul. Inching closer and closer. You wondered what he was doing. The tension in the room making your body radiate heat rays. You smile, feeling thankful for his comfort. His lips now softly against yours. Both your eyes closing in sync. Nothing more than a few pecks, unexpected but not unwanted. You didn’t expect him to actually do it. But then again that shy Newt you met in Hogwarts, is gone when he’s with you. Parting your lips and looking at each other, you don’t know what to say. It was so soft and tender, vulnerable and sweet, genuine and cute. He squeezes you tightly, probably overjoyed that you kissed back. “Newt-“ You choke out. The pressure making you feel like your going to throw up your organs. “Loosen up a bit, please. I can’t breathe.” You exaggerate a bit by sounding out of breath and he laughs.

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GUYS SO THIS JUST REALLY HAPPENED!!

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prisoner of azkaban is a novel in which harry potter gains two potential dads and then loses them both in quick succession

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Finding Christmas

Summary: The reader gives Dean the greatest gift of all.

Characters: Sam x Reader; Destiel; Macie (OFC)

Word Count: 3303

Warnings: This fic deals with the subjects of childlessness and surrogacy.

A/N: I wrote this fic for Christmas two or three years ago. That year, “Where Are You Christmas?” by Faith Hill was stuck in my head, and this fic was the result. I’m posting it again for Day 9 of Half Christmas.

TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Where Are You Christmas?

You closed the book and kissed the top of your daughter’s head. The train had taken its magical trip to the North Pole again. Macie looked up at you with innocent blue eyes. Tomorrow they might be green or gray; they changed color just like Sam’s. “Mommy, do you think Daddy’s lucky?”

You brushed Macie’s hair back off her forehead and smiled at her wondering where this was going. “I guess. When I think of your daddy, I think he’s kind and brave. He helps people whenever he can, and he loves us very much.” 

Macie was quiet for a second or two playing with the ears of her plush bunny. Then she turned her eyes back up to you. “Uncle Dean said Daddy’s lucky.”

Now you were definitely curious. “He did?” 

Macie continued in her sweet, sincere voice. “Yeah. He said Daddy was lucky because he has me. He seemed sad, Mommy.” You inhaled deeply and slowly released your breath. You understood what Dean was feeling, the longing for a child of your own. “Can we ask Santa to bring Uncle Dean a little girl?”

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Memories

Characters – Reader (Y/N), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.

Pairing – Sam x Reader

Word count – 4345

Warnings – Fluff? My English? Death mentions.

Author’s Note – This is my first time writting and I do it just as a hobby; English is not my first lenguaje so I write to practise, feel free to make constructive criticts, but please don’t be harsh on me, I still have a long way to perfect my english. Enjoy!

Image not mine.

And again, you were going in a hunt with the Winchester brothers. You were sitting in the back of the Impala, looking out the window appreciating how your life had turn in the past years.

You’ve been dating Sam for quite a long time now and you were so in love with him. Dean was like a big brother to you and both held a hate-love relationship, always arguing but you loved him either way. He was a great hunter and a careful brother, and you loved that from those boys, how they always looked out for each other, fiercely; and since they had met you they had become so protective about you too, and you lowkey loved it although you would complaine all the time over they protectionism.

You had met the boys long ago, when they saved you from a shapeshifter that killed your parents and was going after you, and of course later when they told you the truth you wanted to revenge your beloved parents. Although it took a long, stressful time for you to process the news, that everything or even more you’ve always been afraid of as a little girl was real, you were decided to become a hunter.

You dropped school, after all, you had no family left and you never felt that you belonged there, studying; your marks were awful and you hated being stuck in there. Of course Sam was totally against all of that, he wished that beautiful unknown girl, full of possibilities, to make the right choice and have an amazing, apple pie life, like he was sure she deserved after all she’d been through. But there was nothing he could do, because you were so damn sure of what you wanted.

“It’s my fuckin’ life, Sam!”

The silence was deafening. His gaze met the floor, full of sadness.

“I-I’m I’m sorry… I didn’t mean yelling at you. I just…” You mumbled. “I know you’re doing this because you care and because this is what you’ve wanted, and I really appreciate it, but… I know you can understand what wanting to kill what took everything from you feels like.” You finished with a soft voice.

He looked down at you with eyes shinning in tears. “Okay.” He finally said. “But you won’t ever, ever, be on your own. You’re stuck with us.”

You smiled. There was nothing you would want the most.

“Sounds fine by me.” You agreed, at the same time he wrapped you with his long arms, making you feel warmth and comfortable. He pressed a small kiss on the top of your head.

So little you’ve known each other but it already felt like you’ve had for an eternity.

You’ve been hunting with them ever since, it turned out that you were pretty good at it and badass as hell. They were your little family and you were part of theirs. You couldn’t bear anything happening to them, mostly, since you were dating Sam.

It was the anniversary of your parents death.  You were feeling down, you’ve locked yourself in your room all day, crying at some points when the flashbacks of that night came to you. Both Dean and Sam came by a couple of times without getting any answer. At some point they stopped coming, or so you believed; the truth was that Sam sat down with his back against your bedroom door, waiting patiently for the moment when you felt fine enough to come out and so he could wrap you in his arms. Dean came by time by time to check on both of you, getting disappointing answers from Sam. After some hours he came by for the last time, advising his baby brother.

“Man, go in there, I understand we respect her privacy but this is no longer healthy. Go check on her.” He demanded, looking down at his brother. Before Sam could say anything, he spoke again. “I know you love her. I know you better than anyone. So go ahead and tell her how you feel, she needs it right now.” He finished with a concerned look, he walked out leaving Sam on a big shock. Not long after that he heard the front door shut close and the enginee of the Impala running.

Without thinking it twice, otherwise he wouldn’t do it, he stood up and knocked your door, not waiting for an answer he opened the door to find you laying on your bed all curled up. The sight of your tiny figure contoured with the sheets broke his heart. Your hole body shaking with a couple of escaping sobs.

You were almost asleep when he laid beside you, hugging you from behind, crossing his arm on your waist and resting his head on your back. The sudden contact made you jump a little, but deep down you loved it. Neither of you spoke a word, you held his hand that was resting in your belly, caressing you.

You stayed like that for a long time, who knows how long, untill you rolled over facing Sam. He was looking at you with love eyes, a little bit hurt at seeing you like this, feeling an inch of guilt thinking that he didn’t make it in time to save your parents too.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, not really expecting a positive answer, but positively not expecting the words that came out of your mouth.

“If you’re here then I’m okay. I needed you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, sweetheart. Even when you don’t notice.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You exclaimed, his gaze softening. “You’re an amazing…” You stopped yourself before saying something you might regret later. You couldn’t say ‘friend’, he wasn’t just your friend, you didn’t want him to be your friend. “…person.”

“There’s nothing to thank for, hon.” He assured you.

You stared at each other for what it seem an eternity, Sam struggling to get those words that were burning his throat, wanting to come out, but fear holding them back. Fear of you not loving him in return. You were staring at his beautiful eyes, his damn kissable lips. This ridiculous good-looking man, way to out of you league, being there for you as the great friend he was, because that’s how he looked at you as.. his friend.

You opened you lips to thank him once again for being an incredible friend, but your words never came out, or at least were never heard because of the sound of his beautiful voice talking to you. Confessing to you.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He expressed, the honesty in his voice making everything so unreal.

You were completly shocked, you would have never expected his words. You froze and your mouth wouldn’t make a single sound, although you wanted to scream so bad ‘I love you too, damn it, I love you so much’. His face felt in disappointment, as he tensed his muscles even more, starting to pull his arms away from your body wanting to run away. But you held him from his face and arm, pulling him to you, so you could kiss him fast, so he couldn’t go anywhere. You moved your hands to his hair and his own traveled to your back, both of you deepening the kiss.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

You smiled as you remembered your first kiss. What a beautiful memory. Kind of.

Suddenly came to your mind your first hunt, not so long before you started dating Sam. The one you’d been begging the boys to let you go with them for so long.

“PLEASE. LET. ME. GO.” You cried for the hundredth time.

“No, (Y/N)!” Yelled Dean in return. “It’s dangerous!”

“You think I don’t know that?” You asked, indignated. Both of the brothers looked at you in frustration. “What do you think I meant when I said I wanted to became a hunter? You thought I meant being you research bitch? Well, I’m not!”

You were furious, who did they think they were? Not letting you go on a hunt. Grabbing your weapons you looked at them.

“I’m going and I’m taking that ghoul down.” You spoke determinedly and left the motel room. The boys stood there, not believing what had just happened.

“She’s got some nerve.” Said Dean. Sam looked at him.

“Let’s go. Make sure nothing happens to her.” The taller ordered as he walked out the door right behind you.

…

“What where you thinking?” Demaded Sam, out of his mind. “You could have died back there!”

You had never seen him this mad, the concern and anger were all over his face.

“Damn it, (Y/N).” Added Dean. “You gave me a hell of a scare.” He said, still in shock.

You had thrown yourself in front of the monster when it was about to attack a disarmed Dean, earning punches and deep scratches all over your body. You tried to shoot but it was already over you. If Sam wouldn’t had made it in time to kill the ghoul and save you, you would be dead by now. You lost lots of blood so they took you to a hospital were you stayed a couple of ours before busting out with the brothers, going back to the motel to pack your bags. What you didn’t expect was them being this mad at you for what you had done. After all, you saved Dean, what almost costs your own life, but those were details…

“Are you kidding me? Unbelievable.

“Unbelievable what you did!” The taller of them argued.

“If it wasn’t for me, Dean might wouldn’t even be here! So you may wanna thank me.” You yelled, angrily.

“And if it wasn’t for me, you might wouldn’t be here either!” He had completely lost it. When he realised what he had said he immediately regeted.

“Did you pretend me to stood there and watch him die?!” You exclaimed in complete disbelief.

Sam was about to answer but a thrilled Dean spoke first. “Yes. You should. I’m not worthy your life.” He affirmed in a soft voice, before walking out with his bag already made.

“Dean!” You called, trying to stop him. Your hurt gaze fell furious on Sam. “This is because of you.” You sentenced, trying to go, but his hand held on your wrist before you could go.

“I’m sorry.” He admitted.

“It’s not good enough.” You tried pulling away but he as way stronger than you.

“I know, but I really am. I shouldn’t have shouted to you, I was worried about you and you have lost a lot of blood and…” His grip loosed and you relaxed. He came closer to you and as he talked, he drove his hands to the sides of your head. “The truth is that when I saw you unconscious on the floor I just got so scared. I thought I had lost you. I can’t let that happen, nor now nor ever.

You grinned. “But I’m fine. Just need a couple of days to be as good as new. You don’t have to worry, you’ll never get rid of me.”

You both chuckled and stood there, staring at ach other’s eyes.

“(Y/N) I’ve been wanted to tell you something for quite a long time now…” He breath-laughed as his gaze met the floor.

You look expectantly. Suddenly, Dean interrupted in the room. You both jumped away from each other and looked at him, trying to act casual. He stared at you suspiciously.

“Erm… Are you coming or what?”

“Yeah!” Sam said fast, grabbing his stuff and walking towars the door.

The green eyed brother looked at you, confused. “What was that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and left the motel room with him, not before giving him a thigh hug.

“I do believe my life is worthy yours… and I don’t think it is enough.” You admitted, with your head pressed against his chest.

“Oh sweetheart, believe me, it is.”

Sam turned around on his seat so he was looking at you.

“What are you smiling for?” He asked, growing a smile of his own.

“Just remembering.”

“What?”

“Us.” You said as you reached his hair with your hands and started braiding it.

“So cute.” He teased.

“Shut up.” You both laughed, Dean looking at you with his I’m-disgusted-with-this face.

“Stop it already, you make me wanna throw up.”

“You’re just jealous.” You claimed, showing your tongue at him.

“Ha. Yeah, sure.”

You took your gaze back at Sam. Everything was perfect, you had your brother in the front seat smirking for your little ‘disscution’, the love of your life facing you, smiling in-love at you. Your little, perfect, crazy family.

“I couldn’t ask for more.” You whispered.

“What?” The pair of them asked.

“Just… I love you, guys.”

“I love you too, loser.” Dean smiled at you through the rear view.

“I love you too, baby.” Sam said softly.

You were completly happy now. And there you had a new memorie to add to the list of endless happy, sad, funny, ridiculous, tragic, bizarre moments of your lives.

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Things the HP fandom agrees on

- Remus Lupin deserved better

- Credence Barebone deserved better

- Wolfstar is real

- Newt Scamander is precious and must be protected at all costs

- Queenie Goldstein is bae

- Sassy book Harry Potter is best Harry Potter

- Hufflepuffs are not useless

- Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas are dating

- Harry Potter is obsessed with Draco Malfoy

- Draco “my father will hear about this” Malfoy and Dudley Dursely deserved better character arcs

- Minerva Mcgonagall is a badass witch

- Fleur Delacour is not useless

- Ron Weasley was a good friend

- Albus Severus Potter is a horrible name

- The reason the golden trio survived was because of Hermione Granger

- Dolores Umbridge is worse than Voldemort

- Voldemort misses his nose

- “No need to call me sir, professor.” Was what killed Severus Snape

- Fred and George Weasley were amazing

- Making dead Fred Weasley jokes are nOT OK

- It’s not Nymphadora, it’s Tonks

- James Potter became a good person but he was always a good friend

Feel free to add on

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A Heart That’s Been Loved

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, John Winchester (mentioned), Y/N’s parents (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Loss of parents   

Word Count: 1200ish

A/N: This is my entry for @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba’s Unpopulars songs writing challenge. My prompt was one of my favorite songs Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran.

I twisted the lyrics a tiny bit since I really wanted to keep this one within the SPN verse and not do it as an AU.

Thanks to @iwriteaboutdean for being a sweetheart and betaing this for me.

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You were completely numb. It felt as if the last few months of your life had been spent inside of the wall of the terminal care facility. It wasn’t just a feeling either, reality was it wasn’t far from the truth. Ever since your mom had been admitted, you had went to see her every afternoon. Today that part of your life had came to a crashing halt as she took her final breath with her hand in yours.

Of all the ways you had imagined losing your mom, ALS wasn’t one of them. You had grown up as a hunter. It was in your blood. The life had been what had taken all of your family from you up until this second.

You thought back to the day you had lost your dad. Your mom’s cries as she held his lifeless body and John Winchester’s hand wiping the tear from your face. You remembered his words. You remembered him telling you not to cry, but use your pain to push on. Use your anger to not get dead, but stop any monster you came across from taking from others what they had from you.

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Love Triumphs Part 38: Wake Up

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary:  AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Groaning, Jared plopped down onto the large king-sized bed, stretching his arms up above him. Following along behind him, you laid down, resting your head against his chest. “That was exhausting!” He exclaimed, yawning widely.

“But it was fun.” You argued. Truthfully, tonight had been lots of fun. Spending time with his two sons, getting to know them a little bit better. Your favorite part had been watching Jared interacting with his boys, seeing how loving and caring he truly was. Making you really crave a family with him. Not just the getting married part, and becoming the step mother to these two wonderful boys. But it tugged on your hormones, and you wanted a baby of your own. “Your boys are amazing, and they love you so much.”

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Love Triumphs Part 37: Dinner Together

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Of course the boys needed help getting their pajama’s out of the drawers, and it became a chase around the house to get Shep to wear his shirt. By the time it was over his head, Tom had pulled out the rest of the clothes, trying to find his special sleep pants that he insisted he left at his dads.

Finally, both boys were dressed in their favorite pajama’s, slippers on their feet. After leaving them to their toys in the den, you raced into the kitchen, quickly getting dinner into the over, knowing Jared would be home any minute. You wanted everything ready and prepared, so you didn’t have to worry about anything once he was here.

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Why Don’t You See Me?

Sam Winchester x Reader

1650 Words

Story Summary: Feeling alone and forgotten, the Reader confronts Sam. 

Sighing, you plopped down in your favorite arm chair, a frown on your face. Resting your chin on your fist, you watched as Sam paced the room in front of you. His hair was greasier than you had ever seen it, the strands stringy, and standing every which way. A beard lined his chin, making him scruffy and unkempt. His flannel shirt was wrinkled, with various stains lining the front.

“Sam, you are in serious need of a shower.” You muttered, watching as he stopped suddenly, cocking his head. Without replying to you, he strode off, making his way to your shared bedroom, no doubt following your orders.

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Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack

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We’ll see that, sweetheart - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: We’ll see that, sweetheart

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and you being hunting partners and in love with each other for year, but are too scared to admit it. You are close and have a strong bond, being intimate in different ways every time. When he sees you interact with Jack and take care of him he remembers how he’s always wanted to have kids with you and finally gets the courage to bring it up to you.

A/N: In a close to perfect Supernatural universe this is how I’d like to see Dean open up to Jack, just to get over a lil bit of the pain in the previous episode! But I love both so much that the writers are only making it harder for me now!

“And that is how you can also raise the volume if you want to hear more clear, but careful with that around here cause Dean’s always a grumpy old man with these stuff.” you said playfully and Jack grinned slightly, just as Dean looked at you and scoffed.

“I’m not old.” hemuttered and you hummed.

“Sure, whatever you say grandpa!” you winked but he just shook his head, a small smile creeping on his lips “And- no, Jack he’s not my granpa. It’s just a thing, I call him stupid nicknames sometimes. That’s all.” you said, noticing how the nephilim was ready to ask.

“Oh” he nodded his head “Alright, and if I want to watch… cartoons, I press on number one and then three. For… thirteen, right?”

“Exactly! And there’re plenty of Scooby Doo there for you too!” you giggled, patting his back as he broke into an adorable grin.

“I really like that one, it’s wonderful!” he breathed out, his eyes sparkling.

“It sure is, Jack.” you chuckled “But remember, whenever there isn’t something good on TV and you really want to do something you can opt for a book!”

“Yeah if you wanna be a nerd in life sure.” Dean mumbled and you shot him a look.

“There are plenty of good ones around here, and I have a lot I think you’d like.” you said softly to Jack “Just until you find what you really like and what not we keep exploring, alright?”

“Then I think we should name you Dora.” Dean muttered with a snicker and you couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your lips, as Jack merely tilted his head to the side and frown.

“Do- Dora? What is that?” he mumbled and you still couldn’t fight the laughter that left your lips.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him as he dodged it “How the hell do you even know about that?!” you shook your head.

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