Masterlist

Masterlist

Sister One Shots

Dear Little Sister (Winchesters x Sister)

Make a Wish (Sam x Twin!Reader)

Scooby Saves the Day (Winchesters x Sister)

Stay (SPN Cast x Sister!Reader)

Survivor Guilt (Winchesters x Sister)

The King of Hell Walks into a Church (Winchesters x Sister, Crowley x Niece!Reader)

Daughter One Shots

Dear Theodosia (Dean x Daughter)

Happy Birthday to Me (Dean x Daughter)

Hunter’s Helper (Sam X Daughter, Dean x Niece!Reader)

Let Them Eat Cake (Sam X Daughter, Dean x Niece!Reader)

Never, In Fact, Homeless (Dean x Daughter)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Safety First (Cas x Daughter, Dean x Niece!Reader)

Welcome to the Family (Jensen x Daughter!Reader)

Part 2 - The Newest Ackles

No Relationship One Shots

Just an Old Legend

School Shooting [S.Smythe]

Set in season four episode eighteen (04x18) where the school shooting occurs, and you’re dating Sebastian in secret.

The first shot startled everyone quiet. No one moved and Mr. Schue paused his statement.

The second was like a confirmation that what they heard wasn’t just a slam or a firecracker a football team member smuggled into the school, but a gunshot.

People in the glee club let out yelps and shrieks as they hit the ground. Ryder grabbed you and pulled you down with him. The kids in the glee club hid behind the pianos and other items in the room as Mr. Schue and Coach turned off the lights.

You pushed yourself against the wall, heart racing at an unsafe pace. Sam and Ryder were on either side of you, and you could see Artie fall out of his wheelchair and pull himself to the wall.

“Start texting your families,” Mr. Schue ordered quietly, “let them know what’s going on but don’t tell them where you are. Shooters have cell phones too.” Quickly, you grabbed your phone and started a group text with your parent(s)/legal guardian(s).

You hear footsteps as you start spamming your boyfriend with text messages. Deciding that you had to speak to him one more time, you called him. You squeezed your eyes shut as a tear fell down your face, hearing Sebastian’s voicemail.

He didn’t pick up.

“Seb, it’s me,” you whispered in the voicemail, sniffling, “Listen, there were gunshots. Someone’s in the school with a gun. I-I’m with Mr. Schue and the glee club. I don’t know what’s going on, but-”

Someone suddenly started jiggling the handle to one of the doors, causing your classmates to yelp and cower into each other. You let out a sharp gasp and curled into yourself, starting to cry harder as you forced yourself to hold your breath.

The person ran to the other door when they couldn’t get in and wiggled the doorknob. You let out a small sob, but the person quickly left back down the hall.

You let out a shaky breath. “I love you, Seb,” you whispered, crying quietly, “I don’t know if any of us are gonna get out of here. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” You stopped th voicemail, hiding your face in your knees.

Back at Dalton, Sebastian sat in class, not noticing his phone vibrating in his pocket as he took notes and stared at the clock, counting down the twenty minutes that was left in class.

About ten minutes later, Mr. Schue got up and went to the door. “Where are you going,” you whisper-hissed, “You can’t leave!” Mr. Schue turned to you, seeing your terrified frame. “I’m going to get Britney,” he assured you, “I’ll be back.” And then he was gone, leaving you and the rest of the glee club members in the hands of Coach.

You leaned your head against the wall, fishing your phone out of your pocket. Quickly, you dialed the one other person you could think of calling, praying that he’d pick up. “Hey, Y/N,” Hunter’s voice echoed in your ear, “What’s up?”

You let out a sob as emotions filled you, relieved that you were able to talk to your best friend, but also extremely upset at the fact that this may be the last time you’d ever talk to him.

“Y/N,” Hunter asked, concern lacing his voice as he heard you cry, “What’s wrong-” You sniffled, “There’s a school shooter, Hunt.”

Hunter was silent for a couple seconds, before he spoke again. “What did you just say?” He asked. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks as your friends began to record their possibly final words and statements to their families. “Someone shot of a gun,” you cried quietly, “The entire school is on lockdown. Someone tried to get in but the doors were locked…I…”

“Oh my god,” Hunter gasped, “Sebastian’s about to get out of class. Try to stay on the line with me, okay kid? You’re gonna be fine.” You bit your palm, trying to stop a sob that wanted to so desperately rip from your throat. “I called and texted but he didn’t answer,” you told your friend, “Hunter, I’m so scared.”

There was a knock on the door and you yelped, sending Hunter into a panic on the other line. Mr. Schue, Britney, and two other students entered the room, locking the door. “Hunter-” you went to say, but your phone suddenly died, causing you to chuck your phone across the room and let another sob escape your lips.

Hunter was shouting into the phone when the line cut off, just as Sebastian walked in. “Hey man.” He greeted, unaware of anything. He threw his bag down and walked over to his friend, furrowing his eyebrows. “Dude, the phone can’t talk to you,” he joked, “Stop yelling at it.”

Hunter looked up from his phone to Sebastian, and Sebastian’s infamous smirk faltered when he saw Hunter with tears in his eyes. “Woah, Hunter, what’s wrong, man?” Sebastian asked him.

Hunter only stared at him, “There’s a shooter at McKinley.”

That’s how the two Dalton boys ended up outside William McKinley High School, behind barriers of police officers and SWAT members. Students that were able to get out were running to meet their families or hopping onto busses to get away and off to safety.

To Sebastian’s surprise, Blaine, Finn, and other alumni members of New Directions were waiting outside by the barriers. Blaine was the first to notice the two men that were out of place, being able to spot a Dalton blazer fro, a mile away.

He walked over to Sebastian and Hunter, ready to snap at them for trying something during such an awful time, but stopped himself when he saw how distraught the boys looked. Instead, he tried with a different approach.

“Hunter? Sebastian? What are you doing here?” He questioned, walking next to the blond boy. Sebastian didn’t respond, simply stared at the doors of McKinley with worry and sadness. Hunter wrapped an arm around his friend and turned his head to Blaine.

“His (girlfriend/boyfriend) is inside,” Hunter frowned, “Y/N is my best friend.” Blaine’s eyes widened at the name of his fellow glee club member, and Sebastian couldn’t find himself to give a damn that your relationship was outed. You could be dead. Blaine was the least of his worries at the moment.

“All I can think of is that voicemail,” Sebastian sniffled, “(She/He) left me a voicemail when I didn’t pick up the phone…god, (she/he) sounded so scared.”

The New Directions watched from afar as Blaine talked with the two Warblers. They were sure Blaine was giving them a piece of his mind, but were utterly confused when Blaine turned to them, shook his head, and blocked Sebastian and Hunter from their view.

“Y/N’s a fighter,” Blaine tried to reassure the boys that seemed on the edge of breaking, “I’m sure Mr. Schue is taking care of (her/him).” The three of them stared at the front doors as police officers and SWAT team members ran in and out of the school and barked orders at each other. Blaine put his hand on Sebastian’s arm, trying his best to comfort his enemy…friend?…frenemy?

It felt like hours upon hours when the captain of the SWAT team announced that the school was all clear. Moments later, students were pouring out of the doors, and even some fire escape windows, in a frantic rush. They ran down to meet their friends or family members.

Sebastian watched in panic when the flow of students began to diminish and you still weren’t in his line of sight. But then, there you were, pushing Artie out of the front doors with other members of the glee club by your side. The alumni New Directions at the barriers ran towards their members, screaming and yelling and hugging each other.

People began swarming by Sebastian and Hunter as they reunited and ran to the busses, blocking their sights on you. “Blaine!” You yelled, jumping on your good friend in a hug. Blaine hugged you before pulling away. He pointed to the barriers, were you saw a familiar pattern of Dalton blazers push past people and shout for you.

You looked to Blaine, who gave you a smile, nodding. You turned back to the two Warblers. “Sebastian!” You yelled, taking off in his direction. The name caught the ears of many people around you, but you didn’t care. There was your boyfriend and your best friend, running towards you as they shoved people out of the way.

You began pushing past people, not caring about the scene you were making or that the entire glee club was watching you. You were so close. He was yards away…feet away…just an arms length…

And suddenly, there you were, crashing into Sebastian with a cry. He held you tight, pulling you as close as he possibly could. You both broke when your skin touched, and you nestled your head in the crook of his neck as you started crying harder than you ever have.

Sebastian kept his arms locked around your body as he, too, began to cry. Hunter was by you in an instant, wrapping his arms around the both of you. The three of you embraced each other, hiccuping and sobbing and muttering “I love you,” “I missed you,” “Don’t leave me.”

You pulled back and held Hunter in a tight hug, before you reached up and pressed your lips against Sebastian’s. It was messy, fast, and desperate, as if the two of you were trying to assure yourselves that you were okay, and that everything was fine.

A swarm of blue and red blazers invaded the grounds of William McKinley High, surrounding you, Sebastian, and Hunter. The New Directions watched in shock as the Warblers panicked over you, making sure you were okay.

“Why didn’t Y/N tell us?” Finn asked, staring at you wrapped up in Sebastian’s arms. “Well, he is our arch enemy,” Puck replied, more surprised that you and Hunter were such good friends than you and Sebastian being a couple, “er, was. Still is? I dunno.”

You could hear what they were saying, being only about a yard or two away from them. You didn’t care, though, and it seemed that none of the Warblers did, either. You just clung onto Sebastian, who draped his blazer around your shoulders.

Hunter turned to the New Directions as the large group of Warblers started walking off the grounds. “We’re all going to Seb’s dorm to relax,” Hunter told them, “Do you want to come?” Rachel, Finn, and Kurt looked exceptionally surprised at this, as did all the members of the glee club.

“You want New Directions to come hang out with the Warblers,” Blaine asked in suspicion, “What’s your game here, Clarington?” Hunter sighed. “No game,” he admitted, “Y/N’s my best friend. You’re all good friends of our Y/N and it’s only fair that we have a truce right now. For Y/N.”

The New Directions looked absolutely shocked, but Blaine walked forward, “For Y/N.” He stood by Hunter, looking at his friends expectantly. Finn sighed, “For Y/N.” Marley quickly followed, then Jake, and Ryder, and Artie, and soon, the New Directions and the Warblers were laying around in Sebastian’s dorm room at Dalton, watching with small smiles as you and Sebastian slept on one another, curled up on his bed.

They could handle a truce for today, if it meant that you were happy.

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Part 8

She was stuck there was no way for Ned to help her now; not only was King Robert dead but Ned had been arrested and locked away in a cell. Her only chance at escaping and been ripped away from under her; she had tried her best to change her nephews mind at beheading Ned. Rumours had soon spread that Joffrey was not Roberts true heir and that Jaime was his father. Cersei had denied what Ned had accused her of but Y/n had believed him. Jaime and Cersei had always been particularly close; at first she thought it was because they were twins but after Ned’s claims the truth seemed apparent.

Joffrey did not listen to his aunt; he accused her of not supporting the family and being on the side of the Stark family. Y/n warned him that if he did anything to harm Ned that he would start a war; Ned’s son would attack the Lannisters avenging his father. Y/n had known that the people were not fond of the Lannisters and that if a war began than it may cause an uprising in King’s Landing. The taxes had risen and many people were starving, she had seen it first hand when she would sneak out to visit her good friend. Y/n had threatened to sent a raven to her father if he did not realise Ned Stark and any harm came to his head.

Cersei was not pleased with her younger sisters demands and threats, but the mention of her father unsettled her. Her father showed no affection to his daughter Y/n, but he hated wars that was unnecessary and there wasn’t anything in it for him. She had always been the apple of her fathers eye, Cersei hated to displease him and be the focus of his anger. Noticing the problem that may arise she demanded Y/n to leave so that she can speak alone with her son.

That afternoon had been the longest that Y/n had to endure, she left in search of Sansa and Arya. She found Sansa alone in her quarters; safe and away from harm. Y/n promises to do everything in her power to help her father return back to Winterfell and return the girls back to their mother. 

Sansa is frightened of what Joffrey may do to their father; Y/n comforts the girl by wrapping her arms around Sansa and allowing her to cry in her arms. One comfort that Y/n never received from Cersei or Jaime, the only person that had shown her love was her older brother Tyrion. She had not heard from in a while and was shocked that Catelyn had held him prisoner for the attack of Bran. Y/n knew that she was wrong; Tyrion would never harm a child. Tyrion may fuck many whores but he was a sensitive and kind person; she hoped that Catelyn would not do anything foolish and harm him.

Later that day Cersei demanded that Y/n return to the great hall and discuss the current situation. Her heart raced as she quietly walked behind the queens guard; she was worried that Joffrey had not followed her advice and would cause a war.

As she walked into the great hall, she found Joffrey in the same place she found him earlier perched on the iron throne. He sat with a serious expression on his face as he impatiently tapped his foot on the ground.

‘Aunt Y/n’ Joffrey spoke up ‘I have thought about what you discussed earlier after further discussion with mother’

‘And what is it you have decided?’

‘Ned Stark will return north and take the black at the wall. I will not take his head, but he will no longer have power at WInterfell. That seat will be passed to his son Rob, we have also thought it best to tie both of our families together to prevent any repercussions’

A lump grew within her throat on hearing his news; she now knew what his plans were.

‘I do not understand’

‘You are to marry his son Rob’

‘Rob Stark? You wish for me to wed his eldest son?’ she asks.

‘Yes to ensure that his son does not start an unnecessary war. There are rumours of the Dragon Queen and her growing army, we require all men on our side’

‘Very well my king. When are you to release Ned Stark?’

‘He will be released on the Morrow, you will are to accompany Ned Stark north along with Sansa and Arya and to negotiate the release of Tyrion and his safe journey to King’s Landing’

‘I shall do that for you dear nephew. I thank you for the opportunity and the release of Ned Stark’

Y/n bowed to her nephew and made her way out of the hall, she makes her way back to her quarters and asks her maid to leave her be and not to be disturbed. There is no way out of her situation and has no way to explain to Rob that she is carrying his brothers child.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Super excited to see more Fourth Wing content on Tumblr. I don't have any specific ideas yet, but maybe some fluff with our hot wingleader Xaden? Or some wholesome training scenes with the dragons?

It needs to be brought here because it's a crime to have practically nothing here!!!

Morning lights

The morning sun wasn't even fully out when Aetos banged on every single door on the first year's floor shouting something about the promised training and how lucky everyone should feel that he's taking his time to put in extra work even if it should be a punishment for performing worse then others squads in the last training session.

You suddenly become hyper-aware of the still-cold morning air seeping through the window, that you left ajar last night. Dawn is still breaking outside. Light shades of pinks and oranges painting the horizon. It's a beautiful sight. One you wouldn't want to miss or at least enjoy one of the mornings when someone isn't forcing you out of bed.

You move to get up slowly but two strong hands instantly tighten over your lower stomach, drawing you back to where you were laying moments ago. "Remind me to spit into Aetos morning coffee", the husky voice fills the space. You let out a breathy chuckle, turning slightly in the embrace of the man who's been sharing your bed for some nights now. "Don't, he might come swinging at me", you mutter, trying not to fully chase his sleep away since his eyes were still closed. He lets out a slightly frustrated huff, "I would love to see him try", and here it is real Xaden Riorson lethal, powerful, ready to fight at any given moment.

It was slightly funny how this big muscular male was squeezed beside you looking like an absolute work of art that didn't belong in the first year's bedroom. Your fingers carefully moved to run through Xaden's dark hair, nails scratching the scalp softly. The most content sigh leaves his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.

"Wingleader, the cadet is needed on the training grounds", you say in a more serious tone, in a way mocking Aetos. But you also know that time is working against you now. You do need to get out of bed and get ready. The last thing you want to listen to is grumpy males complaining. "This cadet is needed in bed", Xaden mumbled against your skin, bringing you even closer to him, his warmth seeping into your skin and now you understand why you didn't feel the cold breeze from outside. How could you when you have a whole personal heater in your bed? "Is that an order?", you tease, Xaden opens one eye, throwing a glare your way, "Yes. Yes, it is".

Yet it all wasn't that simple. He was still a wingleader. A wingleader who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Because the conclusion that everyone would go straight to would be that you slept your way into safety. And you don't want to be labeled as a whore. This place was a shit show as it is most of the time.

You firmly push at Xaden's arms, the last thought fueling you with enough strength to pull away from him. "No...", he tries to grab onto your hips once more but you're out of his reach now. Could he easily drag you back? Yes. One flicker of his shadows and you would be pinned to the bed. But he's not stupid too. The commotion outside the door is getting louder. Meaning that you're running out of time.

"Now you're being a whiny baby", you tease, pulling Xaden's shirt from your body and reaching for your flying leathers instantly. Better safe than sorry in these kinds of situations. "I'm not a whiny baby", he argues back and you can hear the announcer in his voice that makes you chuckle, "And now his masculinity has been scarred", you place your hand on your chest sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I hate you", he rolls his eyes, before moving to sit up. His muscular chest somehow looking even more unreal in the early morning light. But you shake your head quickly, reaching for your daggers, "Oh same... look at us sharing mutual emotions", you flash him a smile that he doesn't return.

"Be careful", he says, eyes now practically cutting right through you. One of his shadows move to caress the scar that now was forming on your forearm. You brush your fingers over the shadow, "I'm always careful". But you can tell that the worry growing within him is much bigger than most mornings. "This is something Aetos came up with. Most definitely no one in command...", but you cut the distance between you, knee pressing into your mattress as you lean closer to him, "I will be fine, Riorson", you lean in brushing your lips over his. The kiss is gentle and soft. A rare moment because most of the time it's filled with so much speed and desire that you lose yourself in the moment. Not even noticing when it ends. "And I have Liam" you mumble, packing his lips one more time before turning to leave. Xaden growls and you know that it's because you said another male's name right before kissing him. Territorial bastard.

"Any clues about what this is?", you catch up with Liam, who instantly wraps you up in a side hug as you walk alongside the others.

"Not really. Some bullshit", he grumbles still sleepy. "Use your far sight signit", you wrap your hands around his middle. "And look into Aetos insides?", you let out a laugh, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth and shoving Liam slightly. Yet a couple of heads instantly turned your way. Jack one of them. Instantly glaring at you. You return the favor by flipping him off but that only makes his snarl more.

Morag. You call out. Not far away. The voice rings out, soothing you in a way. Do you stink of wingleader once again? You roll your eyes. Mind your business. Morag lets out a dramatic sigh. I have to carry your stinky ass. You flip him off mentally. Out of the two of us, it's you who stinks.

"I'll see you out there", Liam taps your shoulder as he walks towards his dragon. Wrapping your arms around yourself you watch as he jog towards Deigh. You can't imagine your life without him now either. You two had bonded almost immediately. After crossing the parapet you burst into tears. Liam had instantly stood in front of you shielding you from the crowd and equally as much not letting others see your tears. "If it helps, I'm sure a shat myself midway", he had whispered, making you let out a chuckle as you whipped your tears.

But you're brought out of your head as a hand holding a cloth clasps over your mouth and you're brought into a tight chest with a huff. Your hands instantly move to push away from the person holding you down, moving and wiggling in its hold. "Squad whore", the words ring in your ears and you instantly know how this is. Just don't have much time to be mad when a wave of dizziness hit you. That fuck must have dosed the material in something.

I'm almost there. Hold on. Morag's voice fills your head. Your nails dig into his pam as you try to rip it off your face. But then you see the gleam of light. Reflection. Sun. A dagger. Your eyes widen. Jack strikes for a kill just you move you heal up shoving between his legs as hard as you can. The blade zaps the side of your neck, and the warm blood trickles down almost immediately. "I'll end you bitch", Jack barks from behind you. You try to step away but your legs buck as you come in contact with the ground. The roar pierces the field. For a moment you feel relief flowing through you because it has to be Morag but it's the blue wings that make your gut drop. Even the shouting from cadets dies down. Sgaeyl. Why is she here? She shouldn't be here. You try to push your hands against the ground. You need to get out of her way as well, yet your body feels so heavy. She lads with a thud, sending dirt debris flying all over.

Xaden you plea in your head, gods what a way to die by his dragon. Just Sgaeyl steps closer, growling as she glares ahead. You count your last seconds and then her wing moves over you. Drawing away the early sun. You feel the blast of heat and then an agony-filled cry.

Breath Morag orders. What's happening? You ask, feeling your consciousness starting to slip, your hand now clasping the side of your neck. You stink of someone and you're sure Morag is rolling his eyes. Xaden. Sgaeyl felt Xaden on you. Or has he told her something? Does he know? Sgaeyl moves her wing away, and her snout if you can call it that moves closer to you as she inhales your scent. "Thank you", you mutter, "Just tell Xaden a less dramatic story, please", you're not sure but it sounds like she lets out a snort before moving to nudge your hand and then everything goes black.

When you open your eyes once more it takes you a moment to realize what had happened as memories filled your head. Head. Head that was pounding. The tightest on your neck piercing with pain. "Love", a voice rings out and you flinch instantly. Warm fingers run down your arm, that same comforting warmth that you know. You blink your eyes a couple of times. Waiting for your eyes to concentrate. And there he is. His hair was messy from all the pulling he must have done. The shirt slightly wrinkly. "Why are you here?", you ask groggy, hand instantly reaching for your throat at the uncomfortable pulling. "In my room? Or with you?", panic runs through you. You can't be in his room. No. No. No. People will talk. You move to sit up but Xaden's arms instantly hold you down.

"You're not going anywhere. Gave me enough of a fright", he grumbles in frustration, "I didn't ask for it", you argue back. Something in his eyes darken, "And I did? I've never ran faster and you were there behind Sgaeyl wing all bloody", his voice raising with every word he spoke. Your gaze softens. Losing had always been his biggest fear. And it's been a long while since he had something precious to lose. "Sgaeyl saved me all thanks to you I'm sure", you lace your fingers through his. Xaden shakes his head, "That's all her doing. I did get a lecture about not taking proper care of you", you let out a slight chuckle, imagining her lecturing him and him not being able to talk back, "Say thank you to her from me", you mutter.

Xaden runs his fingers through your hair, letting out a sigh, "I...I love you", he whispers, bringing your hand closer to his lips. You smile at him sweetly, brushing your free fingers across his cheek, "And I love you". Xaden leans in, brushing his lips over yours before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, "Though I wish I could bring him back just so I could kill him myself", he grumbles, "Xaden!", you warn him, yet let yourself chuckle.

Holy fuck

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Polar Opposites

Requested: No (Send in requests! Requests are almost always open!)

Warnings: None, really. General fluffiness all around :D

Pairing(s): Sweet Pea x Male Reader

Summary: No one expected Sweet Pea to date a guy, but even if they did, they would have never guessed he’d go after someone as opposite from him as you.

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When Sweet Pea started dating one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest guy in town, everyone was confused. You two were polar opposites. Sweet Pea was a giant hot-headed gang member who couldn’t care less for anyone other than himself and his other Serpents, and you were a small, soft guy who wore oversized sweaters, had almost perfect grades, and loved taking care of stray cats whenever you could.

At first, they actually thought that your entire relationship was a lie, a big prank set up by Fangs and Sweet Pea who somehow got an innocent boy in on it. But then they saw you and Sweet Pea together.

Sweet Pea had told them that he was dating someone about a week before they actually saw you. He hadn’t even formally introduced the group to you when they saw you, so when they caught you two together, they made sure to hide.

They saw you both when Sweet Pea pulled up to Riverdale High on his motorcycle with you clearly pressed up against his back. And as soon as you both got off, his hands were on you.

They could hear you giggling as Pea buried his face in your neck. They could see your hands cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours, you smiling into the kiss. They knew the love between the both was genuine as soon as you both pulled away with grins on your faces.

Their assumptions were only confirmed even more so when Sweet Pea actually introduced you to them.

Sweet Pea had informed the Serpents that he was bringing you in with him after school, so they would know not to freak out when an outsider came in, or, definitely more in this case, freak out the outsider.

As soon as Sweet Pea entered with you on his arm, the whole place went silent, all eyes trained on the new guy who stole Sweet Pea’s heart.

Your boyfriend brought you in front of the people he hung out with the most: Fangs, Toni, Jughead, and Cheryl. Fangs’s eyes immediately went to your intertwined fingers, a small smirk taking over his features.

“Guys, this is my boyfriend, y/n.” Sweet Pea turned to you. “Y/n, this is my family.”

His smile is soft and contagious, and you can’t help but smiling back. You turn your gaze back to Sweet Pea’s friends and you give a warm smile, waving with your sweater-covered right hand.

“Hi.”

Your voice is smaller than you wanted, and as soon as you spoke, you wanted to shrink. But the assuring squeeze Sweet Pea gave your hand made you puff your chest out slightly in hopes of giving off a vibe of confidence.

The group in front of you was silent. All they did was stare at you silently. It was unnerving to say the least. Fangs glanced at Toni, and they seemed to share a silent conversation.

You slowly moved behind Sweet Pea a bit, your free hand moving to his back. Your heart was pounding in your ears. To say you were nervous would be the biggest understatement you would ever have the displeasure of hearing. You moved behind Sweet Pea even more at the thought.

“Sweets,” you whispered, your hand on his back fisting his jacket tightly to the point of your knuckles turning white.

“Oh my god!” Cheryl exclaimed, leaving Toni’s grasp on her waist to move towards Sweet Pea.

“He is so adorable!” She grins up at your Sweets who gives an amused smile in return.

Your eyebrows furrow. ‘Adorable? She thinks I’m adorable?’ You thought to yourself. You slowly made your way back to Sweet Pea’s side, pressing yourself against him. Everyone was smiling now.

Fangs was the first to get up. He stretched an open hand to you quickly, which you flinched back from initially. After a second, you slowly put your hand in his, the sleeves of your sweater slightly obstructing your hand from touching his completely.

“I’m Fangs, Sweet Pea’s best friend, basically. Nice to meet the guy who he talks about all the goddamn time,” he says with a chuckle, a side glance being thrown at Sweets. “Not gonna lie, you’re not what I was expecting as a partner of his, but I’m definitely pleasantly surprised.”

You smiled, muttering a quiet thank you. The others in front of you made their introductions, you getting more confident as time passed. Your giant of a boyfriend stayed beside you through it all, making sure you weren’t too uncomfortable with all the touching and new people.

As soon as all the introductions were over, everything was much more lively in the Serpents’ Den. With time, you knew you would grow to love the people and the atmosphere there. You didn’t know how you knew, you just did. Even if you didn’t, you’d still have Sweet Pea with you through it all.

To anyone who needs this remember you are you no one can ask you to change that

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. When you are born a lotus flower, be a beautiful lotus flower, don't try to be a magnolia flower. If you crave acceptance and recognition and try to change yourself to fit what other people want you to be, you will suffer all your life. True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself.

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

Soulmate (Gabriel x Reader)

Summary: Gabriel is reunited with his soulmate the reader after 8 years of supposedly being dead. How will her brothers Dean and Sam react?

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel x Reader (Platonic), Ketch x Reader. 

Setting: Men of Letters Bunker. 

Request: Sprouted from my mind. 

Warnings: Some Violence, Couple curse words, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of heartbreak, kidnapping? Other than that fluff with a reunited couple. 

Note: Takes place during episode 13x17 and 13x18. ‘The Thing’ and ‘Bring ‘em Back Alive.’ 

SO SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THEM!!!!

This is my interpretation of what the reader would go through if she was the boys younger sister (Sams Twin) and was soulmates with Gabriel. Let me know what you think!

NO GIFS USED THROUGHOUT THE STORY ARE MINE.

If you would like to be part of a fandom tag-list or infinite tag-list let me know! I have one for Stranger Things, Billy Hargrove, and Supernatural. 

Author: Heather 

Requests are open! 

Word Count: 3754!!!

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