alexis (taylor's version)

alex. twenty-two. lover of dean and sam winchester. occassionally castiel also.

[tayl0rfanatic]

rules, please follow them, i don't want to resort to blocking anyone.

彡 send your requests through my ask box.

彡 requests are done in the order they are received.

彡 i wrote for all types of reads, i can try to do other celebrities other than jared padalecki or jensen ackles. but bare with me, if i don't know a celebrity that you request.

彡 i will not write... any kind of age play or minors or NSFW scenarios, incest, wincest (for any supernatural characters), racism, sexual assault, anything that doesn't seem to be like the character's behavior.

彡 i am also very biased on certain characters in supernatural, i don't necessarily hate them, but they aren't the characters that i like either.

彡 be nice. sometimes, depending on my writing mood that i have, not all the time would i be writing, because i do have mental health issues, and often take time to step away from social media, so if it takes a while for me to do your request, don't me mean about it.

彡 have fun requesting!

[violained]

clingy bf!dean headcanons !

cw use of baby, sweetheart. requested <3

masterlist ; divider

× dean constantly has a hand either on or near you. he likes to press his palm to the warm small of your back, likes to spread his fingers over your hip or waist and squeeze gently. often, he'll bring you close by curling a couple fingers through your belt loop.

"c'mon, baby. stay with me," he'll say, weaving past a crowd.

he's a tease. late at night, he'll tug you close the same way and give you that charmed, boyish smirk. it makes you feel all wobbly, despite the unimpressed stare you attempt.

"don't look at me like that," he murmurs. "sweetheart."

× when you're at a family's house asking questions about another victim, dean will pull you aside into the dim light of a quiet hallway, desperately wanting a few moments with just you. he tries to be careful, so as to not wrinkle your shirt, but can't resist running his hands over the softness of your body.

"look so pretty," he whispers. "wish we didn't have to do this stupid interview."

× one of his most favorite places in the world is the crook of your neck. dean can't survive a whole day without burying his face there, nose against your skin and breathing in that sweet, familiar fragrance. he's never sure what it is, other than you, you, you.

"smell s'good. god, i wanna stay here forever."

his lashes will flutter slow, crowned with a sleepy tingling.

"couple more minutes of this, baby. please."

× he takes pictures of you with him, wherever he goes. he's got a fuzzy polaroid in his wallet, another tucked into a cracking line of leather in the seat of the impala. misses you so much when he's on a hunt solo, and wears a faded swath on the pictures from the constant rub of his thumb tracing your smile.

[flwrlea]

💭 thinking abt older! dean who buys you cute, lacey lingerie and asks you to wear them just to rip them off your pretty body. “fuck, you look so good, angel..” he praises you, making you do a little twirl. the lingerie enunciated every dip and curve of your body that he adored so much. “this color looks so fuckin’ sexy on you, babydoll.” he grins, hands gliding down to the sad excuse of panties before ripping the fabric. it reveals your pretty pussy to him all in one go, and he leaves the torn lace hanging off your skin. when you gasp, he quiets you with a kiss. “i’ll just by you more, baby.”

[tayl0rfanatic]

hiya alex!! since you're taking requests, can i ask for a sweet moment with dean? 😋 just reader and dean driving around to nowhere and he's all proud and giddy showing her / them the mixtape he made? thank you 🩷

oooo okay, yeah i can do that one!

➔ 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛

summary: just a cutesy drabble between dean and reader!

pairing: dean winchester x reader

genre: fluff and more fluff

warnings: i do not have autocorrect on my phine and grammar sucks so heads up 😅.... you might be envious of dean

note: i made it sorta like combining both of our ideas, i still went with yours but i also made it a Valentine’s day, bc where i live v-day was yesterday haha.

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The road is empty in that golden way that makes the world feel borrowed.

Dean Winchester drives like he owns the horizon. One hand on the wheel of the Impala, the other drumming against faded denim, eyes bright with a secret he’s barely containing. The dashboard clock blinks past midnight, technically making it February fifteenth, but the air still tastes like Valentine’s Day. Leftover sugar. Lingering pink.

He clears his throat.

“So,” he says, casual in the way a cat pretends it didn’t just knock something over. “I made somethin’.”

You glance over. “A bomb?”

He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m romantic, sweetheart.”

From the glove compartment, he produces it like treasure: a cassette tape. The label is handwritten in black marker, slightly smudged.

For You.

You stare at it like it might detonate.

Dean is vibrating with pride. “It’s a mixtape,” he announces, as if he’s just invented music. “Took me three hours. Cas kept tryin’ to talk to me while I was recording and I had to start over twice.

He slides it into the deck before you can respond. The tape clicks. There’s a soft hiss. Then guitar. Warm, classic, unmistakable.

He doesn’t look at you at first. He’s suddenly very interested in the road. But the corner of his mouth gives him away.

“I know Valentine’s Day was yesterday,” he mutters. “We were, y’know. Busy. Ghoul nest. Very unsexy.” A beat. “So. This is… delayed.”

The wind rushes through the cracked window, lifting your hair. Streetlights smear into molten gold across the windshield. The Impala hums beneath you like a contented beast.

The song shifts into something slower. Tender. The kind of track Dean would absolutely deny liking.

“You’re such a sap,” you say softly.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs, but he’s glowing. “Don’t tell anyone. I got a reputation.”

He finally looks at you then. Really looks. Not hunter sharp. Not world weary. Just Dean. Hopeful in a way he doesn’t let most people see.

“I just,” he says, quieter now. “Wanted you to have somethin’ that’s… ours. Y’know? Like when you hear it, you’ll think of this. Of us. Even if we’re drivin’ to nowhere.”

Nowhere feels like the safest place in the world.

You reach across the seat, lace your fingers through his. His hand tightens instantly, like he was waiting for permission.

The tape clicks softly as it turns. The road stretches on, infinite and dark and full of monsters, but in this small metal universe, there’s only classic rock and Dean’s thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, absent patterns.

“Happy belated Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs.

And he says it like a promise.

[tayl0rfanatic]

hiya alex!! since you're taking requests, can i ask for a sweet moment with dean? 😋 just reader and dean driving around to nowhere and he's all proud and giddy showing her / them the mixtape he made? thank you 🩷

oooo okay, yeah i can do that one!

➔ 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛

summary: just a cutesy drabble between dean and reader!

pairing: dean winchester x reader

genre: fluff and more fluff

warnings: i do not have autocorrect on my phine and grammar sucks so heads up 😅.... you might be envious of dean

note: i made it sorta like combining both of our ideas, i still went with yours but i also made it a Valentine’s day, bc where i live v-day was yesterday haha.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

The road is empty in that golden way that makes the world feel borrowed.

Dean Winchester drives like he owns the horizon. One hand on the wheel of the Impala, the other drumming against faded denim, eyes bright with a secret he’s barely containing. The dashboard clock blinks past midnight, technically making it February fifteenth, but the air still tastes like Valentine’s Day. Leftover sugar. Lingering pink.

He clears his throat.

“So,” he says, casual in the way a cat pretends it didn’t just knock something over. “I made somethin’.”

You glance over. “A bomb?”

He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m romantic, sweetheart.”

From the glove compartment, he produces it like treasure: a cassette tape. The label is handwritten in black marker, slightly smudged.

For You.

You stare at it like it might detonate.

Dean is vibrating with pride. “It’s a mixtape,” he announces, as if he’s just invented music. “Took me three hours. Cas kept tryin’ to talk to me while I was recording and I had to start over twice.

He slides it into the deck before you can respond. The tape clicks. There’s a soft hiss. Then guitar. Warm, classic, unmistakable.

He doesn’t look at you at first. He’s suddenly very interested in the road. But the corner of his mouth gives him away.

“I know Valentine’s Day was yesterday,” he mutters. “We were, y’know. Busy. Ghoul nest. Very unsexy.” A beat. “So. This is… delayed.”

The wind rushes through the cracked window, lifting your hair. Streetlights smear into molten gold across the windshield. The Impala hums beneath you like a contented beast.

The song shifts into something slower. Tender. The kind of track Dean would absolutely deny liking.

“You’re such a sap,” you say softly.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs, but he’s glowing. “Don’t tell anyone. I got a reputation.”

He finally looks at you then. Really looks. Not hunter sharp. Not world weary. Just Dean. Hopeful in a way he doesn’t let most people see.

“I just,” he says, quieter now. “Wanted you to have somethin’ that’s… ours. Y’know? Like when you hear it, you’ll think of this. Of us. Even if we’re drivin’ to nowhere.”

Nowhere feels like the safest place in the world.

You reach across the seat, lace your fingers through his. His hand tightens instantly, like he was waiting for permission.

The tape clicks softly as it turns. The road stretches on, infinite and dark and full of monsters, but in this small metal universe, there’s only classic rock and Dean’s thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, absent patterns.

“Happy belated Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs.

And he says it like a promise.

[tayl0rfanatic]

moving in with dad after the divorce - beau arlen

pairings: beau arlen x teen!daughter

summary: after the divorce of your parents, you wasted no time of packing up your things and moving to montana to live with your dad. ditching the city for mountains in your backyard.

warnings: divorced parents, arguments/fighting, cursing but not being said.

might make a small series out of these headcanons, but idk how this will do.

everything seemed relatively normal in the relationship, at least from what you have seen since you were a kid. besides what relationship didn't have at least a couple arguments along with the occasional fights. but that seemed what they have been doing lately. more like for the past couple months.

they tried (mostly struggled) not to argue when you and emily weren't around as they didn't want you girls to hear. but when the walls are thin and you can hear your dad's snores from the bedroom. the walls aren't exactly soundproof, really at all.

growing up you and your dad were thick as theives, you were the only one out of your sister and mom who were interested in classic cars. specifically chevy impala's. those were your favorite and your dad's also.

but when you would be in bed and supposed to be asleep hours ago, and you can faintly hear your parents arguing from the kitchen. though this one might be the last, but you don't know. as long as your dad doesn't leave you should be good. because if he leaves then you're stuck with your mom and her new boyfriend.

because if you have to be forced to join another boring as fuck dinner to some restaurant you don't eat food at, or can't pronounce any of the food, you're gonna snap.

there is a complete difference from your dad, the one who would let you stay up way past your bedtime to watch movies or whatever, or even cuddling with him on the couch.

to your mom's boyfriend, the one who tries to control your waking second on earth, not to mention your currently grounded over something stupid. who knew mumbling 'bitch' under you breath could get your grounded. you were seeing if he'd understand a reference to a show, and him saying 'jerk'.

news flash, he didn't say jerk, unless you want to count 'go to your room and your not eating dinner' is the new way of the word, jerk. then you won the jackpot.

the next thing you heard from downstairs is the front door slamming as it was your dad.

he left.

he left you.

well shit.

this didn't go well.

at all.

.....

over the course of the next couple months, you made sure to not be home, so you wouldn't get into trouble. that plan didn't really work for the most part. you loved when your step dad, wasn't home. why? because that was when you'd talk to your dad.

your partner in crime.

the one who'd let you stay up when you weren't supposed to.

anyway, you'd try to lie and say that you were fine and adjusting but the two of you — even you knew that was the stupidest lie ever — he always knew when you lied. even if most times he wouldn't tell your mom.

but when your soft voice said that you missed him. that was when his heart crumbled. it hadn't been easy, more so for you. because you don't like change, on top of your dad leaving for who knows where.

last you knew he was going to montana. why? your ADHD didn't let you pay attention to that. it drowned everything out around you.

so, you really didn't know exactly where he went, outside of him going to montana. so you had saved up for a couple weeks, quit your job in town, which was honestly shit pay, but you got around making the money.

the only people you told that you were moving from the city to montana, were the only two best friends you had, and your sister emily. all your dad had to do was get the custody papers because you were technically seventeen, and not eighteen. then you were your dad's child and he was tour guardian.

when you got on the airplane from florida to montana, which was a long flight if you were being honest. so, you texted your dad on the plane, he had purposely took that week off so he could spend time with you which felt like a new chapter in your life.

when the flight ended and you were at the airport and you got your luggage from the baggage claim, you looked around for your dad, and when you did see him, you didn't waste anytime of running into his arms like a little girl. you clutched onto him like he was the only thing keeping you from crying. though you did cry, but it was more so happy tears, so that was a good thing.

even though you could walk by yourself, you didn't want to let go of your dad he leaned down and grabbed your bags and used one arm to hold you like a child. which he wasn't exactly complaining, because you were with him now.

you aren't going back to florida anytime soon, you were finally free, with your best friend.

that is all that matters.

"i got you, sweetheart." he whispered on your ear as that was the last thing that you heard as moments later everything went dark. "always."

.....

hope you like this!

reblogs are welcome!

<3

[tayl0rfanatic]

moving in with dad after the divorce - beau arlen

pairings: beau arlen x teen!daughter

summary: after the divorce of your parents, you wasted no time of packing up your things and moving to montana to live with your dad. ditching the city for mountains in your backyard.

warnings: divorced parents, arguments/fighting, cursing but not being said.

might make a small series out of these headcanons, but idk how this will do.

everything seemed relatively normal in the relationship, at least from what you have seen since you were a kid. besides what relationship didn't have at least a couple arguments along with the occasional fights. but that seemed what they have been doing lately. more like for the past couple months.

they tried (mostly struggled) not to argue when you and emily weren't around as they didn't want you girls to hear. but when the walls are thin and you can hear your dad's snores from the bedroom. the walls aren't exactly soundproof, really at all.

growing up you and your dad were thick as theives, you were the only one out of your sister and mom who were interested in classic cars. specifically chevy impala's. those were your favorite and your dad's also.

but when you would be in bed and supposed to be asleep hours ago, and you can faintly hear your parents arguing from the kitchen. though this one might be the last, but you don't know. as long as your dad doesn't leave you should be good. because if he leaves then you're stuck with your mom and her new boyfriend.

because if you have to be forced to join another boring as fuck dinner to some restaurant you don't eat food at, or can't pronounce any of the food, you're gonna snap.

there is a complete difference from your dad, the one who would let you stay up way past your bedtime to watch movies or whatever, or even cuddling with him on the couch.

to your mom's boyfriend, the one who tries to control your waking second on earth, not to mention your currently grounded over something stupid. who knew mumbling 'bitch' under you breath could get your grounded. you were seeing if he'd understand a reference to a show, and him saying 'jerk'.

news flash, he didn't say jerk, unless you want to count 'go to your room and your not eating dinner' is the new way of the word, jerk. then you won the jackpot.

the next thing you heard from downstairs is the front door slamming as it was your dad.

he left.

he left you.

well shit.

this didn't go well.

at all.

.....

over the course of the next couple months, you made sure to not be home, so you wouldn't get into trouble. that plan didn't really work for the most part. you loved when your step dad, wasn't home. why? because that was when you'd talk to your dad.

your partner in crime.

the one who'd let you stay up when you weren't supposed to.

anyway, you'd try to lie and say that you were fine and adjusting but the two of you — even you knew that was the stupidest lie ever — he always knew when you lied. even if most times he wouldn't tell your mom.

but when your soft voice said that you missed him. that was when his heart crumbled. it hadn't been easy, more so for you. because you don't like change, on top of your dad leaving for who knows where.

last you knew he was going to montana. why? your ADHD didn't let you pay attention to that. it drowned everything out around you.

so, you really didn't know exactly where he went, outside of him going to montana. so you had saved up for a couple weeks, quit your job in town, which was honestly shit pay, but you got around making the money.

the only people you told that you were moving from the city to montana, were the only two best friends you had, and your sister emily. all your dad had to do was get the custody papers because you were technically seventeen, and not eighteen. then you were your dad's child and he was tour guardian.

when you got on the airplane from florida to montana, which was a long flight if you were being honest. so, you texted your dad on the plane, he had purposely took that week off so he could spend time with you which felt like a new chapter in your life.

when the flight ended and you were at the airport and you got your luggage from the baggage claim, you looked around for your dad, and when you did see him, you didn't waste anytime of running into his arms like a little girl. you clutched onto him like he was the only thing keeping you from crying. though you did cry, but it was more so happy tears, so that was a good thing.

even though you could walk by yourself, you didn't want to let go of your dad he leaned down and grabbed your bags and used one arm to hold you like a child. which he wasn't exactly complaining, because you were with him now.

you aren't going back to florida anytime soon, you were finally free, with your best friend.

that is all that matters.

"i got you, sweetheart." he whispered on your ear as that was the last thing that you heard as moments later everything went dark. "always."

.....

hope you like this!

reblogs are welcome!

<3

[tayl0rfanatic]

in which thought you forgot the pie

pairing: dean winchester x daughter, sam winchester x niece

warning: none, unless you wanna count your dad spilling a little bit of his beer

summary: you needed help on your homework, and you decided to scare your dad. first of all, you scared him because you woke him up from his nap, second off all, he thought you forgot the pie.

this will probably be a short one depending on my mood, so that's that.

just one mention of y/n

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─•~❉᯽❉~•─

you walk out of your last class which was sadly math. you couldn't be seen in the pool of students due to your short height, that and you blended easily within the crowd.

you had your earbuds in your ear, as a song was playing as it was feel invincible by skillet. it was your favorite rock song from the band. you were in your junior year of high school. you didn't really see your dad that much because he was always on a hunt of some sort with your uncle sam.

even though your dad and your mom aren't together anymore, he would drop you off at her house, when him and your uncle had to go on a hunt. it was a dangerous field to be in as your dad has tried to keep you far from it.

he just doesn't want you to go down that career path. he wants to keep you safe, even if you could probably handle it, as he taught you how to use a gun at the age of seven. just to be on the safe side, as you never know.

"daddy!" you call out to your father but there was nothing. just silence. "dad!" you say as you skip through the bunker, which earned a chuckle from your uncle sam who was reading a lore book in the library. "daddy!" you call out again as you got to your dad's batcave. you let out a giggle ar seeing your dad sprawled out on the couch with a beer in hand. you sneak up towards your father with a wide smirk on your face. "i have some pie." you whisper in his ear which made him shoot awake and in the process, he spilled a little bit of his beer.

"sweetheart." he grumbled at you as you let out a giggle thinking that the whole thing was funny. which it was; to you at least.

"i need your help." you say with your best innocent smile on your face which made him give you a small glare.

"which is?" he asked like he definitely wasn't napping in the first place. he looked at you abd gave you look of disbelief. you tricked him. you didn't have the pie. "where's the pie?" he asked you ad he took a drink from his beer.

"oh." you say as you pretended to not know what he wasn't talking about. then he saw you mvoe your hands which revealed a single serving of a cherry pie you had uncle sam get earlier.

you had learned one thing: if you want to bribe your dad with anything use pie or a cheeseburger. but not both otherwise he will get suspicious. then again, you are his daughter.

"now that i got your attention, can you help me when my homework?"

[tayl0rfanatic]

sammy has a girlfriend

pairing: sam winchester x fem! oc

summary: sam has a girlfriend and after a couple months of being apart they finally see each other at a bar.

a little bit of a height difference, but that is about it. also some fluff, just kissing and sam being a hugger ❤️

lowercase intended!

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─•~❉᯽❉~•─

dean never knew that sam had a girlfriend as he never talked about her. mainly because sam wouldn't hear the end of it from dean. like him and dean his girlfriend is a hunter so she is always gone trying to get rid of any supernatural creature that she comes across.

dean was in the bunker taking a long nap in his room with some rock band blasting from his phone. as it helps him fall asleep. sam is used to hearing that coming from his brother but he doesn't want to hear it every waking second of every day. castiel is somewhere as sam couldn't really care. that and he wasn't paying attention of what the angel was talking about in the first place.

sam likes castiel but sometimes the angel can press his buttons. without castiel at the bunker it is one less person that sam has to talk to. which he isn't complaining. he prefers it that way actually.

sam is growing more annoyed of dean taking his nap. it wouldn't be so bad but when sam puts in his earbuds and turns his music up all the way. he can still hear his brother.

he gets up and grabs the keys to the impala which was on dean's nightstand. after he grabbed the keys he walked outside to the impala. he started the car knowing that dean wouldn't wake up anytime soon and also because how loud his music is blasting.

he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, which is where dean would go half the time when he wants a drink. they would sometimes go to the bar to ask questions and or drink after a long hunt.

he walked into the bar as it was a little busy but not completely packed. he went to the front of the bar and took the last open seat at the bar. he looked around the bar and when his eyes landed on a familar face that caught his attention.

why?

that was his girlfriend.

he had a goofy smile on his face as he immediately was in a better mood, now that he had seen his girlfriend. he walked up towards where she was.

"well, what is a pretty girl like you doin' here?" sam asked his girlfriend who turned as soon as she heard his voice. see nearly jumped out of her seat and jumped into his arms, he caught her immediately. he wrapped his arms around her.

him being beyond happy at this point because he saw his girl at the bar made his mood so much better.

he buried his head in her shoulder, breathing in her shampoo which grounded him at the moment. the two of them stayed like this for a couple more moments before they pulled away as they shared a soft kiss.

"god, i missed you." she says to him with a soft smile on her face.

"i missed you more." he says to her as he kissed her on the forehead.

.....

hope you like this drabble!

reblogs are welcome!

❤️

[tayl0rfanatic]

being sam winchester's daughter would include....

• he would sneak up behind you while you have your headphones on as you are either doing homework or whatever and he would kiss your head.

• deapite him being a salad freak, he would cook you breakfast along with bacon, because he knows how much you love bacon.

• sometimes he swears you are dean's daughter because of the similarities between you and your uncle.

● he will give you that 'dad' look when he knows that you are lying, which you may or may not have learned from your uncle dean.

● he would want you to have a normal as can be life, and go to school, and he would encourage you to make friends. your favorite class was gym because you loved archery. as you felt so proud when the arrow went through the target, as your dad taught you how to do that.

● he would get forced to do tea parties when you were a kid, as he loved it as your uncle dean will tease him about wearing a paper crown on his head.

● he would make up bedtime stories that made more sense than if your uncle dean would. though your favorite bedtime story slash disney princess was belle.

● he will make you laugh when you're bored or not in a good mood. he will tickle you to get you in a better mood.

● he has an entire folder on his phone of pictures of you when you were a kid. as those are memories that he can't replace, he cherishes those with his heart.

● when you hit your teenage years he would stsy up late to do research for parenting advice on the internet.

● he was a better father to you, than john was to him and dean. he let you do stuff that he wasn't allowed or couldn't do because he was raised by john.

● when you went through a random softball phade in middle school, he would force dean to come to your games if they didn't have a hunt to go on. he loved supporting you when he could. you understood when either your dad or uncle couldn't show up.

● like most teenage girls or little girls you picked up on taylor swift. the joy on your face when your favorite taylor song came on. you would beg your dad to play taylor swift when you were getting ready for bed. it got so bad that your dad would start singing random taylor swift songs.

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hope you like these!

yes some of these are from my dean winchester ones...anyway. let me know if you have any ideas! ❤️

[jasvtsc]

just a lil appreciation post for peepaw jensen🥹🩵

[pieandflannel]

He is so pookie 🥺

[tayl0rfanatic]

time to be a little dramatic. but this man also dean winchester. saved me when i was at my lowest in september of 2023. anyway now a year and a half later this man has taken over my life in the best way possible.

❤️

[tayl0rfanatic]

being the daughter of dean winchester....

✩ he is highly overprotective of you, and doesn't like when you get hurt, even if it is a paper cut (yes he is one of those parents who freak out when their kid gets a paper cut)

✩ has an entire folder on his phone of pictures of you when you were a kid, as those are memories that he can't replace, he cherishes those with his heart

✩ he will give you that 'dad' look when he knows that you are lying, as like him, you have inherited his lying habits, which you use to your advantage

✩ he would want you to have a shot of a normal life, and go to school (a public school), and he would encourage you of making friends, your favorite class was gym when you guys did archery, as you felt so proud when the arrow went through the target, as your dad taught you how to do that

✩ he used to get forced to do tea parties with you when you were a kid, as he would enjoy it, even if his face said otherwise

✩ even if he will never let you drive baby, he will take you anywhere, anytime you need it, even if it is to a local coffee place so you can get coffee before school, he would do it

✩ babies you when you are sick as he wouldn't let you lift a finger. he would make you soup, not tea because you don't like it

✩ when you hit your teenage years he would stay up late to search for parenting advice on the internet, as his search history went from porn sites to parenting websites. sam didn't believe it that your dad went from porn websites to parenting websites, so he doesn't make any mistakes

✩ he will be the type of parent that says no for almost anything, but he would buy it for you the next day as a surprise for you when you would get home from school

✩ you and your dad would gang up on your uncle sam, and you would pull pranks as your dad has a prank book that he has made over the years of pranks that he can/has pulled on his brother, outside of your grandfather's journal, his prank book is his possession

✩ he would make up bedtime stories that didn't make a lick of sense, but you didn't care as you liked hearing your dad's voice, so it worked, and you fell asleep instantly

✩ he would try his best to help with homework, but will get stressed and pissed off and he would go to google and or have sam help you

✩ he tries to make you laugh when you're bored and or not in a good mood, he will try to tickle you to get you to be in a better mood. if that doesn't work he will bribe you with your favorite food, books, and or drinks until you feel better

✩ when you were a kid he would let you sit in the front seat of baby, even if kids aren't supposed to be in the front seat because they could get hurt. he would try to get you in the backseat and you would throw a fit, that and because you wanted to hold your dad's hand as he was driving

✩ he will only consider you going on your first hunt after you graduated from high school, and or maybe after college

✩ if you tell him that you want to be alone, he will respect that.....but he will sit outside your door if you need anything so that he is right there if you want cuddles

✩ he never really thought his eyes were that good looking until he held you as a baby, and you were looking at him with your matching green eyes

✩ would say that he hates taylor swift and that her music sucks but when you and sam aren't around and or in baby he will play her cd's

✩ he doesn't tell you or sam about his cd collection that he has as he has a cd + cassette tape player and he would play his secret stash of cd's

✩ he would cook you, your favorite foods to make you happy as he loves seeing your smile as it lights up a room and him.

✩ if you have questions about what happened to your mom, he would answer them to the best that he can, even if he tried to push your mom back, so that he wouldn't have to talk about her. he still would try to answer your questions

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i know that these probably aren't the greatest, but i hope you like these!

i love doing headcanon's as i made my own over the years, not really putting them to some use, but hopefully now i can.

let me know if you want me to make a sam winchester x daughter headcanon

if you do send some ideas that i can do, you don't have to but it is a suggestion

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I'm Not Leaving I Promise

Pairing: Sam Winchester x daughter, Dean Winchester x niece

Warning: nightmares, slight mention of blood, cuddles, snuggles (if you want to count the last two)

Word count: 1,881

Summary: You are Sam's daughter and you had a nightmare of your dad dying in frint of you, so you have a panic attack and your dad comes and rescue you.

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You aren't one to get nightmares but lately they just didn't want to stop keeping you up at night. It was like they were making fun of you. It is making your dad suspicious to the point that he will sleep right outside of your bedroom.

Maybe he is being protective, but all he really is, is worried. He is worried about you. You haven't been like your typical bouncy nine year old self. No one knows about your nightmares. Not even your Uncle Dean.

The two of you have a rule between each other: do not keep secrets between each other.

Yeah you definitely broke that rule.

You two have a special bond for as long as you can remember having. He is your partner in crime as you two will oftentimes gang up on your dad and or prank your dad. He can't get mad at you because you use your cute and innocent card. Even if your dad knows that you were involved in the prank. He isn't one to get mad at you.

Then again you hardly get into trouble. Your stay at the bunker everyday all day. Which you don't mind but sometimes it can get too quiet. To the point where you can hear a pin drop on the other side of the bunker.

Every once in a while your dad check up on you to see if you needed anything or just some cuddles. Which you turned down. Another thing which is out of the ordinary of you. At first he thought you were sick but even that wasn't true. You might deny cuddles but after a while you would want to be all up your dad.

What his cuddles are the best!

Just don't tell Dean.

Then he will get jealous.

Later that night

Your Dad had made your favorite dinner, mac and cheese. Dean of course being the 'Meat Man' had out bacon in the mac and cheese, which your Dad didn't like and your Dad being the salad health geek he is, had insisted that there being a salad with dinner.

It was oddly quiet at the dinner table which didn't go unnoticed by your father. He looked around for you almost forgetting that you were in your room as you had a headache, as it isn't uncommon for you to have a headache.

"That's odd." Your father says getting your Uncle's attention as he is guarding the mac and cheese, by eating it. Dean's back was towards your father when said that.

"What, that you don't have a girlfriend?" Dean asked his brother as Sam gave his older brother a look.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" Sam retorted to his older brother.

Dean wanted to make a snarky remark but chose not to, what made him not say a snarky remark was a screaming. It was just the three of you in the bunker, as Castiel was somewhere.

The two brothers shared a look as you probably saw a spider or something. But you wouldn't be screaming like that.

No you'd be running down the stairs, but you never ran down the stairs. Knowing it was more serious than a spider on your bedroom floor your dad and uncle nearly dropped what was in their hands, and they dashed towards your room, both of them tripping over the steps.

The thought of seeing your dad and uncle tripping over the stairs would be enough of sending you into a fit of giggles, and you would be laughing about it. Thinking it would be more funny than anything.

They had came to a stop right by your door, you saw two sets of feet under breath the door but you could care less at the moment. You were trying to bet your breathing focused like your dad taught you in moments like this. But no matter what happened it didn't work.

You just let the tears fall as a sob took over your body which made your dad's heart break at hearing. He hated hearing you crying. You were supposed to be a happy kid, not a crying one over a nightmqre that had woken you up.

"Baby. Can I come in?" You heard your father ask from the other side of the door. You just laid there on your bed but having the motivation to move from your position. You had locked the door so that no one could get in, that wouldn't stop Castiel from coming in. He is somewhere you could care less of where he was at the moment.

Not that you didn't like him, he had this thing of popping in, which would scare to shitless if you say so yourself. He would try to stop doing it, but sometimes it would slip or and he'd still do it.

Your dad hated the little padder of your feet before they stopped right in front of your door. He hated you sliding down the door, he looked up to your uncle as Dean understood. He walked away presumably to finish the leftover Mac and cheese that is in the pot.

Your dad sighed before he heard a noise from inside your room. When he heard the door lock click, he knew that you unlocked the door. He didn't waste anytime of opening the door and engulfing you in his arms which you didn't protest.

You wouldn't admit it but you needed your dad more than ever right now. He didn't say anything as he picked you up and he adjusted you in his arms before he walked by your bed and grabbing your stuffed animal and he walked out of your room and in the direction of his room. He held tightly to you in his arms, not wanting to let go. Afraid of what could happen to you if he let go.

When he got to his room he opened the door before closing it when he walked in. He walked towards his bed as you were still clinging onto him feeling the warmth if his body. It felt cozy and warm.

When he put you gently on his bed, you gave him a pout which only made him smile more. You scooted over to where his side of the bed is. Immediately nuzzling your head om the pillow that was slightly sunk. He walked to the small bookshelf that he has in room of some books that he kept over the years. He grabbed a random book that was the first one he grabbed.

When he grabbed said book he walked back to the bed, which occupied you in it. You felt the bed sink due to your dad's weight, and he laid next to you on the bed. "Come, 'ere." He says as you slightly nodded your head as you lifted yourself up as your dad grabbed you by your side and he spread his legs to make room for you in the middle.

He positioned you so that your head was on his chest. He reached over above his pillow where he always kept one of your blankets nearby. He usually slept with it, and he opened it and your Dora blanket covered your lower part of your body. Once he got the two of you comfortable he wrapped his arms which covered you as you let out a sigh immediately feeling better than you were before.

All you did was take a nap, and the next thing that you knew was that you had a nightmare. At first it wasn't bad, but when you saw your dad bleeding in front of you that was when you screamed and had a panic attack. It confused you at first because you never really had nightmares, you always had dreams. So why now?

"Baby, you okay?" You heard your dad ask as he pressed a tender kiss to your temple which honestly made you melt under his touch.

"I had a.... I had a....." You said ad you tried saying it, but your dad started rocking you in his arms. You felt the comfort of your dad trying to calm you down. You heard a noise probably from your Uncle Dean doing something, which made you jump.

Your dad immediately tightened his grip keeping you close to him. "'S, kay, baby." Your dad reassures you as he brushed his hands softly over your matching brown hair. "Tell me what happened?" He softly asked which sounded more a whisper, as you had tears forming in your eyes. You tightened your grip a little on your dad, like he was going to magically disappear from your grasp.

"I had a .... nightmare." You admitted ad he leaned his head against hid headboard, as he sighed. You tensed uo just mentioning the nightmare. you just wanted to go and hide in a corner away from everyone.

But how were you going to get out of your father's grasp in the first place. He was way too strong to even remotelt try to do so. So you just let out a quiet sob. Hearing you quietly sobbing as your dad felt your chest rising up and down. He immediately lifted his head as he turned you around so that your face was facing him.

He felt your tiny legs start closing in on his sides. as you immediately nuzzled your head, which buried your head on the crook of his neck. His arks covered your back as he just laid there with his baby girl in his arms. "What happened in your nightmare, baby?" He asked as you didn't bother lifting your head up to answer his question.

You didn't want to talk about it even more, but you knew that he wouldn't let you leave until you do. You took a deep breath before you continued telling your dad. "You were bleeding, you were hurt." You said as it sounded more muffled than anything because you were holding back a sob.

He continued to rub your back and kiss the side if your head as he knows how much you need him right now. He is the only person you really want to see right now. You wouldn't object seeing your Uncle Dean either.

Suddenly, something dropped in the bunker which was from your Uncle, but it came with a loud: "I'm okay!" If that wasn't comforting, but at least he didn't hurt himself, so that is a good thing. But it wasn't any less comforting.

"He's okay." You heard your dad say as he rubbed your back. You played with a couple strains of his hair, which made him smile softly, as he loves when you play with his hair. "It's okay, baby. I know it is was a nightmare, but it's okay." You heard your dad say which didn't really help but it comforted you knowing that he was okay. That was all you needed to hear, was that he was okay.

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author's note:

sorry it took so long to publish this. but i would sometimea try to get something out.

which is better than nothing.

this one will probably be my favorites, because sammy is girl dad coded and you can't change my mind.

hope you like it!

please reblog, comment and like!

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Getting Into A Fight On The Last Day Of School

Pairing: (daddyDean! x teenage daughter)

Warning: punching, swearing (only a couple words), getting into a fight?

Summary: Raelynn or Rae gets into a fight with the school bully on the last day of school. When her father comes and gets her he scolds her for her behavior.

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"Be good Rae." Was your father Dean Winchester as Rae didn't say anything outside of flashing a peace sign, which made him chuckle at her actions. He drove out of the parking lot and went back to the bunker to get a couple more hours of sleep.

Raelynn walked into her last day of school as she are graduating early as she had enough credits to do so. It is better being here now, versus another year of being bossed around by teachers.

Which is something that she doesn't want to do. She wants to get out here sooner versus later.

Raelynn didn't have that mant friends in school, as she is anti-social as she would rarher spend her time reading a Harry Potter book versus socially interacting.

Dean jokes that Rae is the daughter of Sam because of her love of books. She also isn't allowed by any means of going on hunts. She stopped asking a couple months ago.

However, both Dean and Sam have trained her to use weapons and self-defense as best as they could. She is a goid fighter but that is about all Dean will let her do.

In his defense, he doesn't want anything to happen to his little girl. He isn't overly protective of his daughter, he is just protective (to a certain point) as she typically isn't one to get into trouble that much. So he doesn't have a need of being overly protective of Raelynn.

Raelynn's classes went fairly well as she taljed with her only friend that she has which is Milah Reyes, who is a sophmore, a year younger than Raelynn. Milah's father is the principal of their high school and her mother Heather is ger history teacher.

Raelynn's day seemed to be going fine that was until she wanted to go to the nearest fast food place for lunch. As cafeteria food is crap and she wanted something that wouldn't upset her stomach anymore. Everything was fine until the school bully wanted to be a jerk.

"Where you going Winchester?" Was the voice of Mikayla Johnson who hates Raelynn's guts because of an incident that happened in their freshman year.

"Away from you." The teenager remarks to Mikayla, which only really seem to pissed off Mikayla more, was how Raelynn had said that comment.

"Did your mommy teach you how to respect your elders." Mikayla had remarked as each word she was stepping closer to Raelynn's face.

"Where I come from, respect is earned, not given. So, if you want to park it right there, and go back to your little friends, then leave me alone." Raelynn says to Mikayla, as she wasn't in the mood to start anything with the bully. She wants to get school over and done with as she has three and a half more hours of school left, and then she just needs her high school diploma in a couple weeks.

Mikayla just scoffed at that, and she blinked and the next thing that Raelynn knew was that a fist had landed on her face. She looked up and saw Mikayla with a glare that says, if looks could kill, then Raelynn was already dead. The punch had made Raelynn take a step back as she tumbled a little as it was a powerful punch.

Once she got her balance back she went to Mikayla and punched her in the throat, which made the bully nearly go pale, and then the next thing that Raelynn knew was that she was being pulled away from the principal.

"Wait, until your father hears what happened." The principal says to the Winchester girl as she has a death grip on her arm, which made her wince. "You are one of the brightest students here, and this is how you wanted to spend your last day here."

"It wasn't my fault, she started it, and she was running her mouth, and demanding that I respect her." Raelynn says trying to reason with the principal, as when they get to the office said principal nearly tosses the girl on a chair which made her stumble a little.

"I'll be calling your father." The principal says before the Winchester girl had an opportunity to say anything. In the meantime, the Winchester girl played with a strain of her hair, before she remembered that she will probably have a bruise.

"Shit." The teenage girl cursed under her breath, as she sunk herself in the seat where she was sitting as one of the student hall monitors, walked towards the Winchester girl with her backpack, with a sad look.

"Here, you go, figured you'd want this back." The hall monitor says as it was the guy that Raelynn had liked but never told him that she liked him.

What?

He's cute, and isn't an ass.

So, the girl likes him.

After giving the girl her backpack and saying, "have a good summer", he turned his heels and went in a different direction. Moments after that the door to the principal's office opened and there stood the principal. "Your father is on his way."

Raelynn stopped playing with her hair when the principal said that. Her father! Oh shit. He isn't going to be happy. Can ber Uncle Sam come instead of her father.

Raelynn isn't afraid of her father — as it wasn't her fault that she is in this situation. The principal might have told her that it was Rae's fault because some teachers have a thing where they don't like the girl. Which she never understood.

1. She went to class on time — yeah sometimes she isn't either.

2. Never got into trouble — okay that was a lie.

3. Never had an attitude — another lie.

She may not be the most promising student but she doesn't get into trouble that much. She just has a mouth that she runs more time than she should and or wanted. But she is her father's daughter so it makes sense, of that part.

What felt like an eternity until her father came but when she heard the doors swing open. She grabbed her bag and got up withiut any question as she walked towards her father as she kept her face down avoiding eye contact.

When they got to the Impala, Raelynn tossed her bag through the window that was down. She got into thr car without a word which was probably a good thing. She doesn't have to look at her father to see the look that he is giving her.

On top of Raelynn getting into trouble which isn't the least of his worries at the moment. If one thing that Raelynn knows about her father: do not wake him up from his nap.

But it wasn't her fault that Mikayla was being herself a jerk. But she also wanted to put the other teenager in her place. In her defense she didn't throw the punch first but she also didn't know that was going to happen. The principal didn't let the Winchester girl explain her side of what happened — like the teachers that don't like the girl. If anythig Mikayla should be the one into trouble, not Raelynn.

If only she hadn't punched Mikayla back, then maybe, just maybe she wouldn't had gotten into trouble.

"Look, I'm sorry. She started it, and I tried to put her in her place like you taught me. Then when I blinked she punched me, then I did it back to her. So if you want to yell at me, go ahead." Raelynn said before her father could say anything as he had his mouth open a little as he was going to say something.

"You know the rules, Raelynn. Don't get into trouble. You disobeyed an order. So yes I am mad at you. On the last day of fucking school too. What the fuck. Why did you think it was a great idea to get into trouble, on the last day of school. What went through your head?" Dean says as he wasn't really "yelling" more so raising his voice with each sentence that he said. When she didn't respond to him he turned to her and gave her a look. "Raelynn?" He says as she turned to him with a look that she always has when he yells.

All it took was him seeing that face which is a sad version of the puppy eyes with a tint of sadness. It is her cards that she uses to her advantage when it is necessary. Only Sam knows that it is really a puppy dog eyes, but Dean doesn't. Which it would explain why this look doesn't work for Sam.

He slowed down the Impala as he had arrived at the bunker. He turned off the car and put his hand onto her shoulder which made her look at him. "Yes, I am mad about what happened also with you disobeying an order. But I am relieved that the chick didn't bang you up too bad." He says to her which made her relieved at least a little. "She didn't bang you up too bad, right? Minus the bruised cheek and the lip." Dean says to her as she shakes her head no which makes hin relieved that she isn't hurt more. After a moment he says: "C'mon, let's go disinfect that lip before it gets infected."

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Thirst Tweets With Dad - Sebastian Stan

warning: swearing

summary: you are doing thirst tweets with your father to promote falcon and the winter soldier and you were excited as you did thirst tweets before, and they were hilarious. but your dad on the other hand, he never did them before and you were excited and going to laugh in his face.

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“Some of my favorite things to do on a Saturday, is to read thirst tweets with my amazing daughter Y/N.” Your Dad Sebastian Stan says and he looks at you with a smile. “So let’s see what a thirst tweet says.”

“This will be amazing.” You say with a slight giggle and your father just smiles at you.

“I want someone to look at me the way Sebastian looks at his daughter when she’s doing something cute and silly.” Your father reads smiling and looking at you, and you have a slight blush on your face.

“Ah.” Your father says and you giggle.

“That’s sweet.” You say.

“Okay, my darling daughter, it's your turn.” You Dad says handing you the jar and you let out a small groan. You grab a random one, and open it curious to what you will get.

“Can we talk about how gorgeous Y/N Stan is for a sec? Like, that woman is fucking beautiful.” You say reading it and your father snickers and you thump him. “That was better than I thought it was going to start off with.”

You give your father the bucket back and he grabs one. “I don’t even know what this means. Sebastian Stan is one thicc B-I-H.” Your father says confused and you snicker at that one, knowing what it meant but he didn’t.

“Bitch.” You say and it got beeped and he looked at you.

“Right. That’s…that’s kind.” Your father says and you have a smirk on your face, your Dad hands you the bucket, and you groan as it’s your turn.

“Y/N Stan if you see this on your twitter account I’m free this weekend if you want to get lunch or drinks or something just let me know. If you want to do it earlier, I can have dinner during the weekend but I’m usually busy before 6.” You read and your father made a face, and you laughed. “Okay we can do that.”

“And not invite me, how rude.” Your father says and you giggle.

“Okay Stephanie.” You say to your father and he pokes your leg.

“Wait, you have a twitter?” Your father asks and you ignore him.

“Next question.” You announced.

“Listen when Anthony Mackie said ‘Those steel blue eyes let you know where home is. It’s my safe place, about Sebastian’s eyes bitch i felt that.” Your father says and you snicker again. “Thank you very kind.”

“Yes, the rumors are true. I am a slut for Y/N Stan.” You read off the last one.

“I would let Sebastian split me in half like a pistachio sent tweet. Sent tweet, is that like me responding to the thing? Thank god I don’t have Twitter and THIS IS WHY!”

Your father says and you giggle at his response.

“You, my friend, would not survive on Twitter.” You say to your father and he gives you a look and you wish that you never said anything, as he doesn’t know that you have Twitter.

“Give me that dang phone missy.” He says, and you shake your head no at him, but you gave in and went to your back pocket and grabbed your phone, and handed it to him.

He unlocked your phone with ease, and it made you make a mental note to change your passcode.

Lord behold guess what he found: twitter.

He opened it and signed you in, and you were growing nervous the entire time as he didn’t know that you had twitter.

“What the heck?!” He says as he saw your twitter page, it was decked out in all things Bucky, and he scrolled down and found nothing of him. “You have nothing of me. Wow, goes to show how much you love me.”

“You have to scroll to 2016 to find you.” You say and his eyes widen and he turns his head to you and you wish that you didn’t have twitter and this was the only reason why.

“Oh my god child!” He says and he hands you back your phone and you waste no time in putting it back into your back pocket.

“Good night and good luck.” You say taking a sip on what your father was drinking, not caring what it was.

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hope you like this one!

this is my first y/n oneshot so imagine her as yourself if you'd like.

some of these might be celebrity because i just realized how much of these i have on google doc.

will these be edited?

no.

they will not.

the most editing i will be doing is grammical errors but that is it.

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Best Friends Turned Girlfriend and Boyfriend

i know i said that the celebrity one shots will be far in between i already had this one prewritten in a google document from last year i think. but i never got around doing it. as i have another one from a couple years ago that is also a celebrity one

well, anyway, i hope you like this one!

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WARNING: none just best friend content, unless you count some cursing idk 🤷‍♂️

Amelia Johnson was your average teenager as she was a big pile of average but she didn't have it any other way because people often ignored her which she had been used to since that's what her parents do to her.

Her own fucking parents.

But that's what happens when you've grown up in that environment for over twenty years. Amelia is twenty four as her birthday will be on June 1st. She likes it because her birthday also falls on the day that her celebrity crush was born.

Thomas Stanley Holland.

God she loves Tom, but of course she'd never say that to him, she's not that crazy. Yeah they've been best friends since they've been kids. He's two years older than her but that doesn't stop him from being her best friend and the only person that has been there for her entire life.

She doesn't know how she could ever pay him back for the countless tears, of her crying on his shoulder. Him letting her wear his clothes because she hadn't done laundry in god knows how long. She'd stayed at his house more than her own home. She always dreads going back to that hell hole.

Yeah she calls her own home a hell hole, as no one can't blame her. Once they know the story of course. She'd go to Tom's press events and premieres as his guest. Which she doesn't mind at all. She'd also become friends with his castmates over the years. She loves marvel so much as she had always loved spiderman and his story.

She also loves the fast and furious saga movies as she's always been a fan of those since Tom's brother Harry got her into the movies. Her favorite character is Brian O'Conner without a shadow of a doubt. She also had a crush on Paul Walker himself but who didn't right?

But this isn't about Amelia's backstory it's about her and her best friend Tom. Currently at the moment Tom is in an interview for 'Vanity Fair' as its online because he is sick. Amelia smiles at him as he laughs and smiles at the interviewers jokes. As she would often just look at Tom and see how happy he is as everyone knows about Tom and Amelia. But he hadn't said that they're dating.

Also because there not dating in the first place so.....but that doesn't stop Amelia imagining what it would be like to date Tom. Who wouldn't want to date him?! He's so fucking hot!

"We aren't dating but someday I'd like to be her boyfriend. But for right now she's my bestest friend ever. Sorry Harrison." Tom says looking directly at Amelia as he said that as she's holding his hand, as Amelia got into the computer screen and waved.

"He's fine, he'll get over it." Amelia joked about Harrison picking on the two in of course a friendly manner.

"Yeah he will, Mia." Tom says as Amelia went back to her seat as she took a drink from his water bottle that had who knows what but she doesn't care.

Shortly later the interview ended and Tom took out his airpods, and put them back in its case. Amelia was softly singing 'Umbrella' by Rihanna as it's her favorite song. Also because Tom sung it a couple years ago when he was on 'Lip Sync Battle' with Zendaya.

Amelia smiles as she starts dancing a little not knowing that Tom is right behind her from the bathroom with a big smile on his face as he always complimented her on her singing. Though she says she doesn't sing that well, because of her childhood trauma she faced.

Tom would always say that her singing sounds like angelic and absolute beautiful though she knows that he's just saying that because he doesn't want to tell her the truth of what she thinks it is. But who is she to judge.

She says that he sings better than she does, then their little debate will turn into a tickle fest by yours truly Tom Holland.

Once Tom was doing his business of what he did in the bathroom he walked out and sat on the bed and just smiled at Amelia. "Nice singing Mia." Tom says as Mia turns off her music and looked at him with a shake of her head.

"Thanks, I guess." She replies as she yawned a little as Tom just smiled at her.

"Someone's tired." Tom says as she frowned a little with a little huff as she stuck out her tongue and he gave her a look with a smile on his face. "Right totally."

"You know how I have that Uncharted premiere in two weeks time?" He asked her as they both laid their heads on the bed while there feet were still dangling from the bed.

"Mhm." Amelia says half listening as she was now trying not to drop her phone on her head while she's on Instagram.

"Well, I know this is a stupid question but you wanna be my date?" He asked even if he knew what the answer was. He doesn't even know why he even asked because he knew what the answer was going to be.

He wide-eyed him as she put her phone beside her and looked at him. "Tommy I always go with you. You know that answer silly." She says as she poked his nose as he turned a little on his side and kissed her cheek in a friendly way.

"I-I-meant. Would you like to be my date? As in girlfriend to the premiere." He says as she looked at him confused like he spoke in a language that she didn't understand.

She gave him a blank confused look. Then her one brain cell that she's always saying that she has finally went off. Her eyes slowly widened what her brain comprehended. He wants her to be his girlfriend.

Holy shit.

"Hol-what. You, me, together as in that. Like one of those weird ass romcoms, that you watch." She says hyperventilating a little as Tom puts his hands onto her shoulder to calm her down a little.

"Calm down, Mia." Tom says to her as he rubs her back a little. She starts to calm down a little more as she blankly stared at him, like her brain is still comprehending what he said.

"What do I wear? I don't have dresses? Pantsuit? Should I wear my hair up or down? Makeup or no makeup. Heels or boots. Leather jacket or no leather jacket." She says in rapid fore questions as it was Tom's turn to look at her confusedly.

"You do have dresses. Pantsuit. Hair down. Makeup. Boots. Leather jacket." He answered her rapid fire questions as she thinks them over before nodding her head.

"Awe since when did Tommy be good in fashion," Amelia jokes as Tom grins at her with a chuckle.

"Since I've known you, that's when," Tom says as she couldn't deny that no matter how she tries.

"Good point." She says with a smile on her face. "This is why I always go to you."

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if this one gets comments i can do a part two. but until then it won't be a multiple part chapter.

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Angel's Secret

Derek Morgan has a daughter named Angelica. Who is sixteen years old, along with Spencer's daughter Sydney. Sydney is a carbon copy of her father, Spencer. She is too smart for her own good, as she is best friends with Angelica. They had always went to the same schools just so they wouldn't get separated, and so they could at least know someone at school, when it came time for the new year to arrive.

Angel and Syd both have dreams of wanting to be like their respective parents at the BAU, they're both at the top of their classes with Straight A+'s in all of their classes. Well mainly for Syd that is, Angel on the other hand. She has a couple of A's, B's, and two C's.

The two made a vow when they were eight that they wouldn't keep secrets between the two, and right now Angel broke that vow. Hence why she hasn't told Syd. She wouldn't dare tell her in the first place. Let alone anyone at the BAU.

What broke Angel out of her thoughts was someone tapping on her shoulder. She shot up quickly as possible, and she turned towards Syd. "You good?" Sydney asked the girl ands he grabbed Angel's backpack and the two walked out of the library where they have been studying for the past two hours. That and also because it's quieter for them to concentrate. Well for Angel that is. Sydney can work almost anywhere, and concentrate and focus on her school work.

"Yeah, just tired." Angel says as Syd is wary of that answer but doesn't want to push her if she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to be that friend that is always pushing the other friend to always talk about their emotions, as Angel isn't that kind of person to willingly talk about her emotions. You have to almost interrogate and profile her in order for her to talk without lying about it.

"Your dad is picking us up, hence why we're leaving. That and they got done with a case early." Sydney says as Angel nods her head as they see the truck pulling up. Syd waves like a manic which made Derek do the same to her, when he came to a stop.

Angel opened the back door and put her bag in and got into the back. Syd sat in the front seat. Derek noticed the absence of his daughter's voice, as it was weird because she'd typically say hi or something, but today not a single peep.

Because what he doesn't know is that she is failing a class, Geometry. As her grade is nearly an F. Neither Syd or Derek knows about it either. Derek and Syd share a look as they drive to the apartment where her and Spencer live as Spencer is on his way there actually.

To break the silence in the truck, Derek decides to break it. As he hates awkward silence but he loves quietness. "So um, how was your girls' day today?" Derek asked as Syd nodded her head as a response.

"It was good." Sydney says as Derek nods his head.

"How about you, Angel?" Derek asked his daughter who only shrugged her shoulders. Derek didn't want to question and or say anything knowing that probably she isn't in the mood to talk. Which does happen, rarely, though.

When they got to the apartment after Derek picking up the girls at the school. Angel wasted no time getting out and walking into the building. Derek pulled Sydney aside and to ask her what's wrong with Angel.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked as Syd shrugged her shoulders as even she doesn't know what's wrong with Angel.

"I don't know. She was fine earlier, but then her mood changed and she's been like that." Syd says to Derek as said man furrowed her brows. "I'm not lying either, she was talking up a storm and then after Geometry, she went mute."

"That was my next question." Derek says to the Reid daughter.

"Come on, your pops should be home." Derek says as he locked the truck and him and Sydney walked into the main lobby and found Angel sitting in a chair with her face buried into her phone.

After dropping Sydney at the apartment and talking with Spencer for a couple more minutes, Angel and Derek walked out of the apartment and headed to the truck. In the past fifteen minutes, Angel hasn't said anything with his unlike her in the slightest.

Angel got into the truck and sat where she did earlier. Which is also weird because she would hop in the passenger seat. "You good, baby?" Derek asked his daughter as he looked through the mirror. He looked at her, as he hadn't gotten out of the parking lot for the apartment.

"Dad, please. Stop with the questions." Angel says as she looked out the window, avoiding eye contact with her dad. He sighed as he had started the truck, knowing that she wasn't going to be talking about her emotions, and or what is bothering her.

"I got a call earlier, it was during the case actually after we had briefed with the officers." He says as she didn't say anything when he said that. "It was from your teacher." He continued talking as she hummed an answer. "Your Geometry teacher called." He added as he noticed that she froze when he said that. "Your failing Geometry, Angelica." He says as he doesn't always call her Angelica, it is always, Angel. "When were you going to tell me?" Derek had said to his daughter as she isn't one to keep secrets to her own dad either.

"I didn't know how, okay." Angel says as she waved her hands in the air, as her voice cracked when she said that. She knew that eventually her dad would have found out that she was failing Geometry, but she was hoping that it would be later, versus sooner. It didn't work out like that, it is sooner versus later.

"It isn't that hard, Angelica. All you had to do was tell me. I could have helped you." He says to his daughter as he is keeping his gaze on his daughter as they haven't left the parking lot yet.

Angel rolled her eyes at her father which is another thing that she doesn't do much unless she is playfully rolling her eyes at him. But she isn't playfully doing it this time, as it's making Derek realize that something else is bothering her. Something deeper.

"It's not like you would understand." Angel says which made Derek furrow his eyebrows as this was concerning him a little bit. "It's not like I didn't want to tell you, I did but I didn't know how to tell you." Angel says as her voice was cracking a little bit more.

Derek let her words sink in a little bit so that he more so understands what is wrong with his daughter. He is more of that parent that will ask questions, versus automatically jump to what is wrong with her. That is the advice that Spencer had given him when Angel got a little bit older, and after her mom died, from a car accident when she was six years old.

"What is wrong, tell me, please?" He asked her, as it sounded more like he was begging her to tell him. He will do whatever it takes of him finding out what's wrong with his daughter.

Angel was going to think of a lie but when she saw the look her father was giving her to tell him what's wrong. She looked down to her lap, as the lights were on in the truck. She was thinking of how to word it so that even she would know what she is talking about.

"I um, went to see my counselor today, during my free period, which is right after lunch and right before Geometry. I told her that I have been failing Geometry, I told her why, which is because I don't understand it. Yes, I know I could have told you and or Syd or Reid, but I just didn't know how. You think it's easy trying to tell someone that, especially when you have anxiety as is. Anyway, she brought it to my attention that I might have ADHD, which means that I get overwhelmed easily or something. I wasn't paying attention to what else she was saying. She also that it is in my best interest that I get it checked out to make sure that I have ADHD." Angel explains to her Dad as some of it came to as a shock especially the first part of her saying that she's been failing Geometry.

How long has she been failing it? Is what he wants to know. That is the important question. When she was done explaining he let the words process in his head, as before he said anything he nodded his head. "That is sorta what your teacher said, also. She said that you would shut down when you get overwhelmed, as it isn't uncommon for students to do that. She also suggested an IEP, which might help, as it will help your teachers of what is wrong." He says to his daughter, as she sighed knowing that she finally told him.

"The thing is, that is the only class that I am failing in, everything else is A's, B's, and C's." Angel says as she never really got a D and or an F, as it is new for her. She would at least try hard enough of getting a C, and seeing what happens. She is glad that her dad isn't one of those parents who are stingy about her grades. His only rule is: as long as she is trying and putting in the work then he wouldn't get involved. It is when she doesn't put in the work is when he will get involved. Especially now, since her Geometry teacher had called him and told him that Angel had been failing her Geometry class.

"How about this, I will take you out of school tomorrow, and we can go and get some tests done and see the results. How does that sound?" He asked her as she didn't waste anytime nodding her head at him. Like she was happy that she wasn't going to be in school tomorrow. She always looked forward to the day where she would hear him say that she won't be at school. It made him chuckle of how fast her mood changed. He always thought it would be funny how she can go from sadness then to happiness.

"Please, I don't want to deal with Geometry tomorrow." Angel says as he raised his eyebrow at his daughter, which meant he was going to follow it up with a 'however'. Which is the worst thing to ever hear from a parent.

"However, me and you are gonna get your grade up, missy, after you get tested." Derek says as Angel's face instantly scrunched up at hearing that. That is definitely what she does not want to hear.

"Why couldn't you say that the first time?" Angel asked him as he motioned her to come up front. She left her bag where it was in the back seat, not even bothering to grab it with her. She climbed to the front seat, which she always does. Derek is used to it in the first place, of all the years of her doing that. Even before he even got the truck. Basically since she started walking is when she started climbing to either the front seat or back seat.

"Because I didn't want to." He says to her which made her to playfully roll her eyes followed by a shake of her head. When she got situated and buckled up, as they are going to start heading to their house after this conversation. "If you need any help and or anything in general. What do you need to do?" He asked her which made her have a slight pout on her face when he said that. He gave her a look making her sigh. "Ask for help." She grumbles to him which made him nod his head at her. "It is possibly the most easiest thing to do, trust me. No one is going to know you need help, unless you ask for it." He says to her, which made her nod her head at him.

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hope you like this one!

i enjoyed writing it, even if it was a bit emotional for me a little.

see you most likely in the next one shot!

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