This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev’s Milestone Celebration. I chose the quote, ‘It was odd to be in a room full of people who all seemed to look up to my dad like he was some kind of hero. A part of me wanted to see him through their eyes just for a moment. I tried to picture him as…’. The quote was slightly changed so it wasn’t ‘me, my’, but ‘you, your’. Also, there was a gif given which’ll be in the fic itself…I know it kinda looks like a dude…but just imagine the kid is gender neutral, cos that’s what the reader is.
Pairing: No Pairing Sam x Y/n (father-kid relationship) Bobby x Y/n
Warnings: Angsty angst…fluff here and there, but mostly angst. Abandonment over and over, resentment, character death, grieving, hatred, angst, more angst, broken relationships and just a mess of shit between everyone.
Word count: 3600
Summary: Sam is the one who takes you in when you lose your parents. But he lets you down time and time again.
A/N: Ok, so, this ended up hella longer than I imagined it being…But there’s mostly angst and nothing else really…Also, reader kinda talks shit about the Winchesters, so if u think the Winchesters are the world’s saviours, u might hate reader…Hope u like it!!
Also on AO3.
You can catch the previous chapters there or on Tumblr (though there’s not a lot of plot here, so it’s not strictly necessary). Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4
“Pound it!” Ladybug tapped her fist to Chat’s. "I’ll catch you later, Chaton. There’s a civilian I left in a somewhat compromising position on a friend’s rooftop, and I should go rescue him before the media spots him.“
He grinned at her, looking like he knew a secret. "Is that so, My Lady?” His expression changed slightly. "Did you leave him on his friend’s roof or your friend’s roof?“
"Yes? Wait… you’re confusing me,” she huffed, anxious about dealing with towel-clad Adrien when there wasn’t an akuma to focus on. She’d been doing so well around him lately, but this… it really bumped her back a few paces.
“What is it about this guy that has you so twitterpated, Bug?” he asked, intently curious.
She flinched and looked away. She knew Chat was fond of her, and she’d never hurt him if it could be avoided.
“Oh!” he said quickly. "You like him.“ He giggled, sounding delighted.
She spun to him, one finger extended. "No! You do not get to do this right now,” she snapped. "I had to barge into Adrien Agreste’s bathroom, yank him out of the shower, and haul him, in nothing more than a towel, mind you, to a friend’s house. I so can not deal with your teasing right now.“
He bit his lip, but continued to grin. "Naked model, huh. On a scale of one to ten…”
“Eleven,” she blurted. Groaning, she looked away. Her earrings beeped. "Dammit.“