Part 1 Warnings: Angst, Mentions of past torture Summary: Sam and Dean’s younger sister caught Mary working with the BMoL and left to protect the Colt and her family. How will the Winchesters and Cas react when they see that she’s gone? Word Count: 1946 (It’s a little longer than the first part) Tags are below the cut. Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list.
Cas walked to the library after stopping in front of Y/N’s door. She asked to be left alone so Cas respected that. He saw Sam and Dean sitting at one of the tables with drinks in their hands. “Hey, Cas.” Dean called. “Where’s Y/N?” “Her room.” He answered. “She said she wanted to be left alone.” Sam looked at the angel. “Did something happen on the way back?” “No.” Castiel lied. “She said she was tired.” “I guess we’ll see her in the morning.” Dean said. Moments later Mary walked in and sat down next to Dean. She looked around. “Where’s Y/N?” “She went to bed.” Sam informed her. “Cas said she was tired.” “Oh.” Mary whispered. “I was going to talk to her.” “You’ll have to wait until morning.” Sam laughed. “She sleeps like a rock.” Dean added. About an hour later they went their separate ways and headed to bed. The next morning Dean walked down to his sister’s room to get her up for breakfast. He knocked on the door and didn’t hear a response. He opened the door and walked in to see her bed empty. He looked around and noticed the dresser drawers were mostly empty and her weapons bag was missing from the closet. He was about to yell for Sam when he saw folded pieces of paper resting on the pillow. There was one for him, Sam, Cas, and Mary. He grabbed his letter and eased onto the edge of the bed.
My grandfather died two weeks ago. After the funeral, my family sat around my grandmother’s living room, talking about the nice memories we had with him. All of us grandchildren mentioned how he always spoke in different voices when reading, even if it was just the newspaper. We spoke of the stories he used to tell us about his childhood.
I don't know why ur actin up for attention. You're okay as a writer, but there are much better ones in the fandom who have far less recognition
You see. It all started when father returned from the war. He had never been an affectionate man, as much as I can recall. But after the war, the small nods and brief glances from him that I had grown to look forward to had disappeared.
He was quick to anger and quicker to drink. Sometimes I’d awaken in the middle of the night to find him standing in the middle of the quiet farm, bathed in moonlight and despondent. His eyes would be fixated on the moon and stars, unblinking.
“Papa,” I’d call to him, “you’re scaring me…”
Of course, he didn’t respond. He never did. Somehow, his silence instilled more fear than his anger. The eerie quiet when I wished so badly to know what he was imagining.
The chores on the farm soon fell on my shoulders, as my mother came down with a chest cold that never seemed to go away. Some days were worse than others for her. I remember running to fetch the doctor in the middle of the night when she couldn’t keep from coughing. Walking through the old wooden thresh hold he greeted my father, who sat unblinking once again in his rocker with the usual bottle of liquor in his calloused hand. The light from the candles flickered, showing glimpses of his eyes which were wide with madness.
Seeing now the state he was in, the doctor simply tipped his cap and tended to my ailing mother. And soon after that, the talk around town began. Not so quiet whispers accompanied by piercing eyes when I made my way into town to fetch mothers tonic or liquor for papa.
My trips became less and less frequent. Not only because I couldn’t handle the gossip, but it seemed papa would do something drastic every time I left. One day I found him in the coop snapping the necks of the chickens inside, feathers flying everywhere as the few remaining tried to escape his grasp.
“Papa! No!” I screamed for him to stop.
He dropped to his knees with shaking hands. It was the first time he had spoken to me in what seemed like years. His voice was more hoarse than I remembered.
“I’m…sorry,” he spoke through tears.
Heavy with the shame of what he had done, he dragged himself off as I took care of the mess and contemplated how we would get our eggs now. I didn’t see papa again until that night. He came stumbling inside near dawn, crashing around our old farm house in his usual drunken stuper and calling for my grandmother, who had passed some time ago.
Why am I seeking attention? Who knows…but reading this message I think back to those chickens and their snapped necks. Who can say why, but perhaps I am jealous of them a bit. For at least, even in a brief moment before their deaths, they felt my fathers touch. Something I never had.
“Much better writers with far less recognition?” I chuckled and inched closer to you.
When the fandom approached me, asking me to hand-choose which followers went to which blogs I was shocked, but proudly took on the task. Just as I had taken on the burden of my families farm, I would also carry out this task to the best of my ability.
I moved my lips closer to your ear, letting them ghost over the skin as my fingers delicately tucked your hair to the side. My warm breath was seeping into your pores as you waited for me to respond.
“I know,” I whispered so softly, “now unfollow me, bitch.”
request? yes “Saw that you said you wrote for 13rw and I just had to request. Can you do an imagine where the reader and Montgomery are best friends and the reader is Justin’s little sister so when the mom’s boyfriend beats her she goes to Montgomery and he comforts her and more fluff? Thank you ! “
pairing(s): justin x sister!reader , montgomery x reader (platonic)
warnings: plenty of cussing
a/n: i couldn’t find any other gifs so that was the best i could find, oops. have a request? click here
Jeff playing his final game in high school. Y/N getting to bond with Mama Atkins. Overall, just fluff because he deserved better!
Warnings: None. Just fluff.
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. Also, thank you @fuckkoffcourtney for this idea. I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this one and any feedback would be much appreciated.:) i suck at titles lmao
The drums and cheers of the audience were exceptionally louder in this game, which comes as not a surprise considering that this is the senior’s final game against in high school and so far, the fight has been neck to neck. The seniors had evidently been giving their best and some more throughout the game. It was their last but more importantly, college coaches are spread out throughout the stadium scanning for potential candidates to recruit to their team. You looked at the scoreboard worriedly then back to the field. The cheers died down as the last batter walk towards his position. It was Jeff, the star player of Liberty’s baseball team. One last point. That’s all it takes for Liberty’s team to take home the victory. Shuddering at the thought of how much pressure he must be feeling at the moment, you quickly stood up along with other students who shout Jeff’s name in their cheer.
That is how Tove Jansson described one of the most (if not The Most) popular characters in all of Moominvalley. She appears in all Moomin media from books to comics and animations, often as a main character. Little My is named after µ, 12th letter of Greek alphabet. It is the SI prefix micro-, which represents one millionth, or 10−6. She got this name because she is so very small. Her character is said to be based on Tove herself and they share their sharp wit. Little My is also seen to be based on Tove’s dear friend Eva Wichman and her sharp intellect. Another inspiration could be Tove’s friend and lover Putte Foch.
Litte My was born on a Midsummer’s night in the book The Exploits of Moominpappa (1950). She is daughter of Mymble and younger sister to Mymble’s daughter. Her mother soon gives up on trying to raise her and passes the task on to her older sister. Eventually Little My becomes the adoptive daughter of Moomin family. This seems to be a suitable arrangement for everyone because Moomin family does not even try to raise Little My. She remains their adoptive child in just about all media like comics and animations., where she seems to live with them and her sister however she wants.
Little My balances out the gentle and forgiving Moomin family. She is brash, brutally honest and aggressive. Little My is the one who points out weaknesses other people would rather ignore. She demands instead of asking and challenges the entire world to stand against her. Odd are, she will win anytime. She loves danger and catastrophes. She seems to live an anarchistic life as she will never listen to any rules or advice from others. Instead, she will readily give such advice. Little My represents all the best things about freedom and independence.
Though Little My may seem mean, she is actually very kind. She will often force others to stop lying to themselves or avoid inconvenient truths. She will stop sentimental Moomintroll from dwelling too deep into his sappy thoughts and helps Whomper realize the difference between reality and imagination. Little My just does not dance around facts because that would serve no purpose. Her aggression and example is what eventually gives the Invisible Child her face again. “You will never get your own face unless you learn how to fight.”