Warnings: None. Just fluffiness
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You keep taking Sam’s stuff
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 588(like I said it’s a drabble)
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: Wrote half of this awhile ago when I still had my laptop and I finished it a few days ago and boom here it is! Also figured y'all needed something nice and fluffy after the last imagine… Heh… Enjoy!
“Dean, have you seen my laptop?” Sam asked his brother, looking frantically around the library.
“No. Did you lose it?”
Sam gave Dean the classic Winchester bitch-face. “If I hadn’t lost it, I wouldn’t be asking you,” Sam snarked.
“Well looks like you also just lost my help,” Dean picked up his book and walked off.
Sam’s alarm clock blared in his room and startled him awake. He rolled over with a groan and shut it off. Sighing, he got up and dragged his feet, heavy with sleep, over to his dresser. Sam opened a drawer, realizing he only had two flannels left. With a confused look, Sam took one of the two flannels left and came to the conclusion that simply no one’s done the laundry in awhile.
Sam had a shower, got dressed and made his way to the library.
“Is Y/N up yet?” Sam asked once he saw Dean scrolling on his laptop, feet up on the table and leaning back in a chair.
“Not that I know of,” Dean answered, noticing Sam’s flannel. “Didn’t you wear that a few days ago?”
“I thought so too…” Sam looked down at his clothes, “All my shirts and flannels are disappearing. Has anyone done the laundry?”
“Yeah. Y/N did it yesterday,” Dean told Sam, fianlly getting into this odd mystery.
“Maybe she hasn’t brought my clothes to my room yet.” Sam said just above a whisper, but with the quiet that the Bunker always had, Dean heard.
“Dean!” Sam yelled from down the hall, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.
“What?!” Dean yelled back, not bothering to get up from his comfy spot in a chair.
“Did you take one of my books?” Sam yelled back, walking around the corner into the kitchen.
Dean called back, “Dude, I haven’t taken any of your stuff.”
Sam’s thoughts were interrupted as he saw you waltz into the kitchen. His eyes instantly went to the flannel you were wearing, not just any flannel, his flannel.
Sam cleared his throat. “Y/N?” You turned around, giving him a silent cue to continue. “Is that my flannel?” He pointed to the giant red plaid flannel you were wearing. You looked down at it and fiddled with the soft, long sleeves.
“Uhmmm… no?” you answered, avoiding Sam’s eyes in hopes he won’t make you give them back.
“Are you the one stealing my stuff?” Sam couldn’t help the grin that wormed it’s way in.
“Okay,” you huffed in defeat. “I usually just take like one or two of your flannels, but then I kept losing them so I kept taking more…”
Sam gave you a straight and unreadable face, making you crack like an egg. “They’re comfy!” you defended, waving your hands around and the long sleeves flew around, nearly hitting a pan.
“I want my flannels back, and all the other stuff you took from me,” Sam chuckled, “but… you can keep one.”
“Fine…” You pouted, shuffling back to your room to find all the hidden flannels you stole. Dean started laughing as he watched the mystery unfold.
“I don’t get why she goes after my things,” Sam chuckled.
“As long as she doesn’t take my stuff…” Dean snarked, earning an eye roll from Sam. “Y'know… Some of my blankets have been going missing- Y/N!!” Dean yelled, racing out of the kitchen after you as he heard Sam burst out laughing.
I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!
Yeah, in my head Barry had a real Clark Kent kind of childhood! Small town wholesome Fantasy Kansas boy who wants to do something important and good.
It just happens to involve necromancy, is the thing. (His parents were… concerned, but supportive. His mother remained convinced it was just a phase until the day he got his doctorate.)
barry bluejeans, good kid, weird kid, likes dead things a little too much.
also like……man, what a contrast to lup and taako’s childhood, you know?
:Now I’m thinking of a tiny Barry on a farm finding a baby bird that fell out of its nest and died, and he’s upset because that’s not fair. He wants to fix it and Barry is very bookish, and ends up researching necromancy at the library (and it’s years before he understands necromancy, it’s a small library and they have like… one book on the subject). The interest never leaves (but Barry is interested in everything and he knows a little bit of everything bc of it).
Feel free to tag me in your stuf (it’s actually encouraged), it
be a pleasure to know more writers and add you to my appreciation list.
You can tag me in any fic (Reader insert, it needs to be reader insert!!!!), just don’t tag
me in OFC or Male Reader.
OH MAN IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY (also I saw that ten-thousand-note post you did cross my dash from someone totally unrelated and it felt like it had circumnavigated the globe to get to me, that was an odd feeling!)
WHEN WILL MY NOTIFICATIONS COME BACK FROM THE WAR, MOOSE????
Thank you, my darling :) I’m so glad to know you (IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME NOW WOW) and thanks for being such a great part of my tumblr experience! <3
Griffin is also very busy, it’s true, especially now that he also has a child and stuff. And Travis would absolutely have blabbed by now. But it can’t be Clint because Clint already explicitly retweets and comments on fanart and meta and whatnot, he doesn’t NEED a false identity
So some people (@mystery-moose and @silksieve) have been asking (@mystery-moose and @silksieve) to seer pictures of the new house, and I finally remembered to take some pictures this afternoon before it got dark. It’s larger than I was looking for, but it was about 30k under budget and in a great neighborhood, and I loved the main room so much I couldn’t pass on it. There’s definitely some problems with it, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a little effort, and the first two weeks here have been fantastic. Part one of two!
First, my apologies for inevitably forgetting people I do not mean to forget. Second, my apologies because I have not had the time to really read much fanfic in recent months, so doubtless many many many things have slipped under my radar.
Thank you, first of all, to everyone who sits down and creates content for free. Thank you for sharing your love. Thank you for plugging away even when it feels like no one is listening. Thank you for continuing when you feel like giving up, and for putting work aside when it no longer brings you joy. Thank you for trying so damn hard. As fic writers, we know we’ll virtually never be acknowledged by the source creators the way other fanartists (art, cosplay, etc) are. You are wonderful and the work you create is just as valid and valuable. Thank you for giving the fandom so much.
I want to put in a few brief and specific mentions here, though, because it’s important to me to spread some love to some of the folks who’ve made a deep and lasting impression on me with their words. In no particular order:
@w0rdinista My partner in crime. So many hundreds of thousands of words would never have been written if not for you. Thank you for entertaining me for so very many years with your words (both the ones we wrote together, and all your other ones, too.)
@dearophelia Thank you for giving me so many unique, beautifully-realized, beautifully-flawed characters to love. I treasure them all.
@todisturbtheuniverse Thank you for writing my favorite pairing and giving them such vividness and life, and for capturing their voices so well.
@loquaciousquark I’ve been reading your work as long as you’ve been writing it, and every word, every story, every iteration of the pairing you write so well brings me fresh joy and fresh appreciation for your skill and grace.
@tetrahedrals I AM STILL REALLY MESSED UP BY APRIL COME SHE WILL.
@twigcollins I’ve been in awe of your way with words since long, long before we became friends (and ate so much Shake Shack together!). I cannot wait to see what you do as a writer. There are few people I so wholeheartedly believe should have their original work published.
@spinninglenny You may not write as often as you craft, but I love the care you have for your characters, the attention you pay to them, and the amount your love of them comes through your words.
@faejilly Thank you for writing about characters I love with such tenderness and thoughtfulness. You bring depth and emotion (and often just the right kind of sexiness) to everything you write.
@janiemcpants I still think of your Isabela at least once a week <3
Thank you to the fic writers of the Dragon Age and Mass Effect fandoms. This place has been my online home for a lot of years now. Thank you for making it so magical. I truly, truly hope that your inspiration continues to flow, and that these fandoms stay alive and happy and productive for many years to come.
And, because I’m Canadian, one more sorry for all those I neglected to mention. If I’ve ever liked or kudosed or commented or reblogged something of yours: thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
@mystery-moose slapping a lizard dude on the snout, resulting in a giant battle.
The evil demon monster thing that lurks in my character’s head got a little riled up when I was talking to an elf and at one point all the dialogue options were just “Kill the elf. Kill the elf. Kill the elf. Kill the elf.” at which point I did, indeed, try to kill the elf. The party had to almost kill me before I snapped out of it. I feel that this was a teambuilding exercise and that I am now a valued and respected comrade-in-arms and everybody definitely has my back.
We’re too invested in the friggin’ cat that follows us around. So far we’ve reloaded an earlier save and had to refight two long battles because the cat accidentally died at the end of them. Don’t walk into pools of poison, cat.
It’s a very neat game and so far the co-op experience is 100% seamless. There’s also a Game Master option where you can create your own games using their system. 10/10, would total-party-kill boop again.
Griffin or Travis are more likely solely because Justin seems WAY too busy to be able to keep up a second online persona in addition to his current one and also raising a daughter and also having like four podcasts and also doing live shows and also having a day job.
okay that is very fair. thats a good point. but tbh that’s also the same for griffin who has Many Podcasts, a son, and a day job.
Hi tarysande!!! I just caught up with all your mass effect works on AO3 and they're all so great so I shall patiently wait for more :). I was wondering if you have any shakarian fic recommendations that I can read in the meantime xD? Preferably longer series' though one-shots are fine too! Thank you very much!!! I look forward to your suggestions :D :D
Thank you very much!! <3
Okay, so I have been suuuuper behind when it comes to reading fic. Really. I went through a whole thing and so I was really only catching what I happened to see on my dash. I also (I know, hypocritically) have a really hard time with WIPs, so there are probably some really good ones out there that I just haven’t read.
That said: if you check the “favorite stories” tab on my fanfiction.net profile, there’s some good stuff. More than that, most of the authors I’ve noted there have continued to write even more good stuff since I stopped updating that list.
Yeah it’s a liiiiittle bit weird for me? But I can’t help but picture certain bits as conversations that Taako, Magnus, and another character (Avi or Carey or Angus or Lup or Barry or literally any NPC) have during their downtime at the Bureau/hanging out post-canon. Munch Squad especailly, but there’s a bit in a Best Of about Jamiroquai that I still picture with Angus and it makes me so happy.