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Excerpt from Part 2 of “Pillow Talk.”

“Cardan, if you want me to talk about my feelings, you’re gonna have to get off of me.”

It’s definitely my favorite line so far XD

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AO3 Only Master List

These are links to a few fics I worked on that will only be posted on AO3. I was asked to co-author a few in a series a fried was doing and I don’t feel comfortable posting them here, so I shall give you the links instead. That way you can read the whole universe series. :)

The whole series is Rob Benedict/Billy Moran

So This Is Love

I Ship It

Wedding Bells

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Help!

Guys, I am working on a new fic, but I need to decide what monster to use. Help me out? The options are as followed:

Vampire

Wearwolf

Shapeshifter

Dragon

Tagging people who I love to read. Help me please?

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[iamaprincessallgirlsare]

So I got an idea the other week for something I could write for NaNoWriMo. 

I have never won at NaNoWriMo, I’ve never even gotten close. But I think that my idea is something I could do. Because it’s a retelling of a fairytale, so at least I have the basic structure of the fairytale to fall back on, instead of having to come up with new content.

Hmmm...

I just remembered all the stuff I have to do in November. Hmmmm... If I get some stuff done this week, maybe I can make it happen. Okay. I’ll think about it. 

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i’m writing a Juardan fanfiction right now, and it’s so soft i just jflsjgksl;fh

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The Most Romantic, Unromantic Thing

Characters: Rob Benedict x Reader, Daneel Ackles, Jensen Ackles 

Word Count: 709 words 

Summary: The Ackles invited their friends to spend Thanksgiving weekend out at the brewery. Questions come up and a wonderfully chilly evening is enjoyed around the fire by all.

Warnings: fluff, questioning marriage

A/N: This is being used for @one-shots-supernatural Kayla's Autumn Challenge. My words were pumpkin pie, bonfire, and chilly nights. I have been really struggling to write for the past few months so this will be the last fic challenge I participate in for quite some time. I appreciate all of your support and will continue to write as inspiration strikes, I just won't participate in challenges as I don't want to let anyone else down.

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The Thanksgiving holiday had been spent with friends in Austin. The Ackles had invited everyone to spend time at the brewery, so your day had been filled with friends, beer, games, and was ending with a bonfire. Some of the guys had brought guitars out around the fire and were sharing some music with the rest of the group.

“You really have it bad for him don’t you,” Daneel asked.

“Hmmm,” You had been watching the guys at the fire from the porch for a while before you were startled.

She smiled at you knowingly. “You look at Rob the way I look at Jensen, and Gen looks at Jared. You guys have been together a long time, when are you going to get married,” she handed you a large piece of pumpkin pie while giving you a knowing smile.

You shrugged taking the pie from her, “I don’t know. I mean, we are happy where we are. You know us, we don’t like to make big decisions too fast, and THAT is a big decision.”

“Sweety, I know that is a big decision, but what would it actually change in your relationship? You already live together, travel together, and spend every waking hour together that you can. The way the rest of us see it, you guys are married already.”

“Exactly. What would it change? If we are comfortable where we are and it wouldn’t change anything, what’s the point?”

Daneel held her hands up in surrender, “okay, okay. I give, stay off that topic.” She smiled at you before walking towards the bonfire. You followed with your pie towards the crowd.

Rob looked up an smiled at you as you made your way closer. Smiling back you walked over to him sitting on the ground in front of him. You leaned back against his leg as you listened to him and your friends sing and play. Every so often you would fill your fork with a piece of pie and hold it over your head for Rob to take a bite while he was still playing the guitar.

The pie was long gone, and everyone was feeling good. You, however, were starting to get chilly and could not help but shiver when a cool breeze came through the fire pit. Rob had noticed and set the guitar beside him before sliding down off of his seat to join you on the blanket. He pulled you close against his chest before wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“It’s only because I fed you my pumpkin pie,” you joked back.

“It’s true, men only love their women if they feed them.”

“Damn right,” Jensen agreed before a quick “oompf,” followed as Daneel hit him in the stomach causing both you and Rob to laugh.

“No, but seriously, I love you.”

“I know Rob,” you sighed before laying your head back on him to rest and cuddled into him more.

“Let’s get married,” he whispered just enough that you could hear him.

You sat up and turned towards Rob, “what did you just say?”

Others started to look at the two of you drawn in by your sudden movements, but unable to hear what the two of you were saying.

“I said, let’s get married.  I mean, we already do everything that married couples do, why not make it official, you know,” he shrugged looking nervously away from you.

“You’ve talked to Dee recently, haven’t you? She and I literally just had this conversation.”

“No. I’ve been waiting to ask you, but it never seems like the right time, you know? I figured, why not now? So many of our friends are here.”

“This is literally the most romantic, unromantic marriage proposal I have ever seen babe.”

“Is that a yes,” he questions reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That is a yes,” you smile at him before leaning in to give him a peck on the lips and cuddling back into him.

“Wait, Daneel asked you to marry her,” he exclaimed causing everyone else to stop and you to roll your eyes at your fiance before cuddling closer into him.

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It Has Pockets

Characters: God!Chuck/Reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned), Sam Winchester (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Square Filled: stargazing

Summary: You and Chuck had dated for three years before he up and disappeared. Time is passing by, but the pain has not gone away. What will happen when Chuck returns?

Warnings: Abandonment, Hurt, chuck is an asshole boyfriend, or is he?, stargazing, the truth comes out.

Word Count: 728

A/N: This little guy came out of a prompt I saw one of my favorite fic writers post in a Facebook group a while back. "I look up at the night sky. 'That's a pretty universe, God. You are wearing it well.' 'Thanks,' I hear a faint whisper, 'it has pockets.'" I recently had an "it has pockets" moment in my life and it spurred me on to actually write this fic. I am using it for my stargazing square in Spn Fluff bingo! This is un beta’d all mistakes are my own.

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You and Chuck had been dating for three years before he up and disappeared when Sam had gone to the cage. You got back to the house the two of you had shared and he was gone without a trace. You were heartbroken to say the least. After he left you moved across the country to start a new life and try to forget about how hurt you felt. That was nearly six years ago now.

Castiel had checked in on you often over those first couple of years. Then the Winchesters would start showing up about twice a year just to check in. However, every time they showed up it brought back the memories you were trying to forget. The boys had stopped by on their way to a hunt in Idaho. The world is ending once again because of them, but they were doing their best to fix it. This visit had left you hurting worse than you had since you decided to move from your former home.

Tonight you decided to take a little drive to a secluded cliff over the ocean. It was a beautifully clear night. You grabbed the two warm blankets from the backseat and laid one down on the hood of your car before crawling up to gaze at the beauty above you. You let the memories wash over you causing you to cry about the man you once loved yet again.

After hours of memories, crying, and just staring at the stars you wiped the last of the tears away from your eyes. Looking up at the night sky you couldn’t help yourself, “that’s a pretty universe, God. You are wearing it well.”

Behind you there was a quiet but familiar voice, “thanks, it has pockets.”

Turning to look back at who spoke, you gasped in shock. “Ha! But you aren’t God. What are you doing here Chuck? Where have you been for the past six years? Why show up now after all this time,” you asked almost bitterly.

“Y/N, I know you have lots of questions and probably hate me,” Chuck looks down while reaching into his pocket and pulls out something that is shining brightly, “but I think we need to talk.”

You realize that Chuck is holding the necklace that Castiel had borrowed from the boys when searching for his father. “But how? What? I don’t understand. Do the Winchesters know?”

“I’ve seen the boys, yes. I told them that I needed to talk with them as well, but they also understood that I needed to talk to you first. I know I have been gone a long time and didn’t leave an explanation. I know I have hurt you more than I care to admit, but now I want to give you the whole truth. That is, if you will let me.” He looked away from you again as if he was scared to hear your answer.

You slid off the hood of your car and made your way towards the man standing in front of you. “Chuck, if that is what I think it is in your hand I understand why you left.” You reached placing your hand on his cheek, “let’s talk.”

He nuzzled into your hand before taking his hand to yours and brought you back to the hood of the car. You spent several more hours at that spot talking to each other, getting your feelings out, and gazing up at the stars. You could hardly believe the stories Chuck told you, but deep down you knew he was telling you the truth. Chuck wasn’t a prophet of the Lord. He is God. The fact that he still seemed to be your Chuck was overwhelming you, but he was there, laying next to you once again gazing at the night sky. You knew now you were not alone, and he was always looking out for you.

The two of you stayed laying on the car watching the sky change from a starry night to a beautiful sunrise. “Will you go with me to speak to the Winchesters, Y/N. I know they have lots of questions, and some of them involve you.”

“Okay,” you nod slipping out of his grasp so you can put the blankets in your car before you take his waiting hand to go off to speak to the boys.

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Misunderstanding

Characters: Dean x reader (ish), Boss!Chuck x Assistant!Reader

Summary: You are Chuck’s personal assistant, but have taken the day off. You find yourself in the bar where you meet a handsome guy, but you turn him down only to see him again the next day.

Warnings: some arguing between all characters, drinking, I think that is it.

Word Count: 1,457

A/N: Woof! It has been a long time since I have written anything. Moving to two different countries within one month really screws with you. I am using this for @butiaintgonnaloveem ‘s Tiff’s WTF Challenge. Thank you for extending the deadline, because Chuck knows I wasn’t going to make the original one! My prompt was “Sure you can have my phone number. It’s like having a direct line to God, but better, because I answer.” and t is highlighted below. I feel like this is aweful, and truely deserves a WTF?! but hey, it got me writing again!

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Dean walked up to the door knocking lightly, then waited as he heard shuffling coming from inside.

“Y/N what are you doing here I thought you were taking the day off.” Chuck opened the door and looked up in surprise. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, “oh, you aren’t Y/N.”

“Ummm no, I’m not. Who is Y/N?”

“She is my assistant Dean. What do you want Dean? Anytime a Winchester shows up at my doorstep it isn’t good for me.”

“What, I can’t come visit an old friend every once in a while?”

“No you can’t Dean because you always have a reason.” Chuck walked back into the house leaving Dean to follow him. They walked into the living room and Chuck sat behind his desk.

“Okay, I was nearby and just wanted to check in on you. Make sure you weren’t dead or writing another Supernatural book or something,” Dean shrugged as he sat down, “it’s not like you answer the phone when Sam or I call.”

Chuck shrugs looking over his computer towards Dean, “I’ve been busy working on a book.” Dean shoots a look towards him, “not a Supernatural book, don’t worry. Y/N and I have been working on something she had an idea for. I kind of took the idea and ran with it.

“So are you going to tell me about this assistant of yours or is it going to remain a mystery?”

“Goodbye Dean,” Chuck stood pointing towards the door.

“I was only asking, no need to get all high and mighty on me Chuck. If you don’t want me here all you have to do is ask me to leave.”

“Dean, please leave.” Chuck opened the door waving his arm out the door.

Dean followed Chuck to the door and turned as he stepped outside, “but….”

“It was good to see you again Dean.” Chuck shut the door before Dean could respond.

“That isn’t suspicious at all Chuck,” Dean said shaking his head at the closed door in front of him before turning to head back to the impala.

***A few hours later***

“I’ll take another Robbie,” you said setting your shot glass down on the bar. It wasn’t often that you took time off of work, but you needed to every once in a while.

“That boss of yours gone crazy again Hun,” Robbie asked as he poured you another shot of whisky.

“He isn’t crazy Robbie. He just has a unique process.” You shoot the bartender a glare before downing your shot and placing the glass back on the bar.

“And that is why every time you have a day off you end up here down whisky by yourself Y/N.”

“Just shut up and pour.” Robbie shrugs and turns to pour another shot.

“I will take one of those as well please,” a tall, good looking man had sat down in the stool next to you. Robbie handed you both a shot class as the man turned to you, “cheers.”

You raised your glass to his before downing your shot once again. You smirked as the guy shuddered taking his shot. “Too strong for you buddy?”

“Nah sweetheart, this is the good stuff. Just haven’t had it in a while. Rough day,” he asked nodding towards the many shot glasses sitting in front of you.

“Nope, I just have a day off. I don’t take too many days off so it is nice to let loose when I get the chance ya know?”

“I get it. Another round?” You smiled at him as he called Robbie over to pour another round for the two of you. “My name’s Dean.”

“Y/N.”

“So what’s a girl like you do on her day off then Y/N?” He looked you up and down before a smile appeared on his face.

‘I’d like to do you,’ you thought to yourself smirking a little as you also looked him over. He looked like how you imagined one of the characters in Chuck’s Supernatural books would look. “Oh you know, the stuff I can’t get done when I’m working all the time; laundry, errands, the fun stuff.”

“So are you here drinking because of work of the errands,” Dean chuckled as he took a sip of the drink he had ordered.

“Both honestly. I love working as a personal assistant, but it is a lot. I just need to unwind sometimes; you know?”

Dean let out a huff, “You are preaching to the choir Y/N. I know lots of ways to unwind if you would like some help with that.”

“Oh, what did you have in mind Dean,” you asked raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well I mean we could get out of here if you want,” Dean nodded his head toward the door.

“Not tonight Dean. I have to be up early to get to work in the morning.” His face dropped a little at this. ‘He must not get rejected often,’ you thought to yourself.

“I will be in town for a while longer, can I at least have your number?”

“Sure you can have my phone number. It’s like a direct line to God, but better, because I answer.” You winked at him as you wrote your number on his hand. “Goodnight Dean.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” You felt his eyes on you until the door shut behind you.

**The next morning**

“So how was your day off,” Chuck questioned as he sat down at his desk smiling at you.

“It was good. Got a lot done, had some drinks, rejected a guy who must not get that much.” You smirked at the memories of Dean before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Oh, Y/N the heart breaker now, huh?”

“Oh shut it!” You throw a pillow at Chuck who leans out of the way before it lands with a soft thud behind him. “So, do we have much on the agenda for today Mr. writer man?”

Chuck rolled his eyes at you, “I have a couple chapters I worked on yesterday while you were out having fun that I would like you to proof-read, but other than that I don’t think so.”

You smiled taking the papers he was holding out to you before getting comfortable with you pen on the couch. After reading a paragraph you and Chuck both jumped when there was a heavy knock on the door. You looked at Chuck who shrugged his shoulders before you stood to walk to the door.

“Okay Chuck I lied yesterday when I said I didn’t have a reason to…” Dean stopped in his tracks when he looked up and saw you. “Y/N, I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Obviously,” you chuckled as you walked back towards the living room. “So you know Chuck, huh? Or are you staling me Dean?”

“You two have met,” Chuck questioned looking between the two of you.

“We met last night. Chuck is the crazy boss huh?” Dean raised an eyebrow at you feeling cocky.

“I never said he was crazy you idiot. That was Robbie, not me. Did those shots go to your pretty little head?”

“Wait, is Dean the reject,” Chuck interrupted.

“Reject? I am not no reject Chuck!”

“Oh my god! Can we not do this? Why the hell are you here Dean?” You glared at Chuck before looking pointedly at Dean.

“I need to talk to Chuck. Privately,” he glared back at you.

You grabbed the papers you had been reading and started to move towards the door, “No. She can stay. Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of her Dean.” Chuck looked at you with a smile.

“Can I Chuck, does she know?” Dean looked back and forth between the two of you.

“Well, no, but I’ve been meaning to tell her.”

“Can we not talk about ‘her’ like she isn’t in the room,” you questioned putting air quotes around her.

Dean let out a sigh and looked at Chuck waiting for him to continue. “Okay, Y/N. I know you have read all of the Supernatural books, because I asked you to.”

“Seriously,” Dean huffed.

“Shut it Winchester,” Chuck said holding up a hand.

“Wait, Winchester,” you asked looking between the two men before you.

“Y/N, the books are real. Sam and Dean Winchester are real. Everything in those books are true. I am a prophet of the Lord. This,” Chuck pointed at Dean, “is the Dean Winchester in the flesh.

Your head was spinning from what Chuck had just said. Maybe he was crazy after all. “I think I’m going to need a minute to process all of this,” you said sitting on the floor right where you had been standing just a moment prior....

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