Hi I need help finding a fic but if you're too busy and can't get to it that's fine I totally understand. The fic has three parts in the series but I'm just looking for the second part. The main story of the second fic in the series is that Harry and Draco run into each other while out shopping and they start talking and come up with a plan to fake get engaged but everything they do has to be fun. The wedding's theme is rainbows. There's more to the story but I've run out of characters. Thanks!!
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MA!!! Request time!!
I- feel like I'm the only one that doesn't simp for everybody lol so imma just take my four boys and request the hell outta them :P
All in one ask, here we go.
1: Ok, for sure, this gonna be my most 'hitting close to home' request, so imma start with it. Partly inspired by pride month wooooooooo!!!!!! (and partly because I just need validation from my boys sometimes) I am bigender ('bi' meaning two to me, so demigirl and trans masc is how I identify), and I'm asexual (like, super ace. sex-repulsed ace).
I would love hcs/a scenario of an afab bigender asexual reader coming out to their boys, and explaining that they wanna use she/her and he/him pronouns interchangeably, and that they're asexual and just- don't wanna fuck, ever... Ik this is really specific... With Koutarou, Satori, Yuu, and Atsumu x reader poly ship (we're a chaotic bunch lol) please! The boys' reactions, and maybe some comfort cuddles and kisses?
2: Anything with Atsumu and Koutarou (separately please) as dads with male reader. Please, I am WEAK for my boys as dads, it's honestly kinda sad. (Thoughts: Like, Kou is 100% the kind of dad to call his daughter 'bud/buddy' even tho it's typically used for one's son, and he'd be teaching her volleyball before she even starts elementary school, you know he would, and they'd be so cute! And ik it's cliche, but Tsumu having to deal with twins fr adds years to my life, I love it so much! >,///,< Toddlers please. Like, just barely walkin and talkin, lil chaos gremlins :P)
3: Aaaaand, I would love some hcs/scenario of high school Yuu introducing his boyfriend to his grandpa for the first time, please!
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4, if I may: I hc that Tendou Satori has never gotten to feed ducks at the local park, even tho they're super friendly ducks. His parents (you remember, the horrible ones I've written about :P), when he was a kid, prolly thought it was gross and "you'd scare them away anyway because you're creepy".
So please, gn reader finding out he's never done it, and taking Tori to feed ducks, having to convince him that "it's ok, you're not scary" and just- eventual fluffy goodness pls ;-;
I hope this isn't too much! I've never sent requests to anybody before so idk what this should look like. >,..,<
Thank you, Ma! Love ya, and good luck! ^,..,^
- Dragon anon
Dragon anon!! I love all these are what a fun way to celebrate pride!! Thank you so much for these!
i dont understand the ending to the 'people youve lost' :( can someone explain pls?
I’m so sorry I didn’t make that clear!
So the fic takes place when Sam is hunting down the Trickster, he meets (Y/N) yada yada yada. However, after Sam confronts the Trickster, Gabriel erases the reality that established after Dean’s “death.” So everything that occurred during that time never happened and the reader never met Sam. So at the end, Sam meets the reader for the first time for her, but not for him and he asks her out - kind of - while he remembers the time they spent together before the reset. Does that make sense? I hope it makes sense.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, guilt clawing its way on to your face as the hot blood from two little nicks on your left arm slowly drip off, staining the white porcelain of the sink below. The ice cold air from the Ac slides quietly under the door, freezing your feet as your toes curled. Your reflection stares angrily back at you, its accusation piercing you heart as you turn away in shame to grab some toilet paper. The blood smears slightly as you dab it away, slowly drying it to form a crusty scab. With your eyes closed, you take a deep breath, trying to replace the smell of charred flesh from your nose with the stale air of the motel. You fail miserably though.
"Hey, (Y/N). Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to know if you wanted to go to that bar we saw on our way here..." Sam's voice trails off as he notices the painfully fake smile on your face as you try to hide both of your arms behind your back. You had never been very good at lying. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just a little chilly. Do you mind?" you ask as you squeeze by him, your bodies separated by only a few inches of air.
"Uh, sure," Sam murmurs as he watches you rush to your jacket tossed on your bed, relief washing over you as you reach for it. However, before you could grab the thin layer of protection, he grabs you left arm, pulling you towards him. You try to escape his grasp, but his hands hold tight on your wrists as his brown eyes glance between you and the blood on your arm that had nearly dried. "What is this?"
"Nothing," you say as you look away, unable to meet his eyes. You finally manage to pull your arm from and pull your jacket over your arms. "Let's go to that bar."
"This isn't nothing, (Y/N). When did it start?"
"It doesn't matter," you mutter, your eyes staring at the floor.
"(YN), when did it start?" Sam persisted.
You turn away, your heart hardening as you tried to avoid the question. Sam cam over, his large hands resting on your shoulders, comforting you until the walls surrounding the issue gently crumbled apart.
"Do you remember the vamp net we took out back in blank?" Sam nods. "Well, when we saw the victims strung up, it was the first time I ever saw someone dead, let alone..." You fail to finish your sentence as memories of the four bodies flooded your mind's eye. Only dried husks had remained when you and Sam found them. Kind of like the burned bodies from the wendigo who seemed to enjoy his meat cooked. "It's how I keep track of them. Of the ones we couldn't save."
Sam was quiet for a long time. His eyes crawl across your arms, examining every scar, wondering who they were, though you knew he remembered as well, even if he denied it. Eventually, he turns you around and holds you in his arms, an unusual gesture for the man you had been hunting with for a while. The embrace lasts for several minutes while until tears started and stopped. When you leave his arms, both of you are smiling tenderly.
"Let's go to the bar, now."
"I don't want you to go back to hurting yourself," Sam tells you, his words slurring slightly. "Is it okay if I stay with you tonight?"
You nod in agreement, trying to hide the happiness swelling in your heart. "It would probably be less conspicuous anyways."
Nothing happens that night. You both change into different clothes, lie next to one another and fall asleep. As the moon rises, the stars glow brighter, the two of you end of wrapping your arms around one another and your legs intertwine. Your heartbeats and breathing synchronize, a peace overcoming you until you woke up the next morning, both feeling embarrassed, and yet, having never slept better.
This becomes you routine for the next week. You wake up in the morning together, search for clues about the Trickster together, then fall asleep together. And you love every minute of it.
There were moments, of course, when Sam disappeared into his obsession with the Trickster and trying to bring his brother Dean back, but he always came out of t by the time the two of you went to your shared motel bed.
"Is everything alright?" you ask pensively.
"Yeah, yeah," he replies absentmindedly, not convincing you. As he crawls under the covers and joins you, he kisses you lightly on the lips, surprising you considering his previously unreadable look. His mouth is warm when it meets yours and though it barely lasts for more than a few seconds, you find yourself melting into it.
"What was that for?" you finally manage to say after a moment of stunned silence.
"That was Bobby on the phone," Sam answered quietly. "He thinks he has an idea of how to summon the Trickster."
"That's great!" you exclaim, excited that Sam might at last have his brother back.
"Can you promise me something?" Sam asks, taking your hand in his.
"Anything,"
"Promise me you'll stay here tomorrow," Sam asks. "I have a bad feeling about this and I don't want to you to get hurt. I can't lost you of something goes wrong."
"Okay," you promise as a dark feeling creeps inside of you, tendrils constricting your heart. "I'll stay here."
As you watch Sam leave the next morning, the Impala leaving your sight, you find the silver knife that Sam had given to you and nick your left arm, close to the wrist.
"Two coffees, please," the first says, "and two specials."
You nod, slowly writing down his order. The taller one examines your almost bare arms. He grabs your left arm, staring at in horror.
"What happened?" he asks urgently.
You sigh as your cheeks blush with embarrassment. Sheepishly, you make eyes contact. "I accidently cut myself making a salad the other day.
The man visibly sighs in relief, drawing curiosity from you and his companion. He looks back at you and explains, "I used to know someone who cut herself. I'm a little paranoid about the issue now."
"I'm sorry about your friend," you respond, feeling slightly disheartened at the mention of his friend being a girl, but you let out a small laugh. "It just goes to show that I shouldn't be making dinner."
"I know how, " the man comments. "If you want, I could make dinner for you sometime. I make a great parmesan chicken."
"I don't even know your name."
"I'm Sam. Sam Winchester."
A smile takes over your lips as the name sounds eerily familiar though you could not recall ever meeting a Sam Winchester. "I'm (Y/N)," you reply. "It's nice to meet you, Sam Winchester."
