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openheart12 · 4 years

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Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣

How To Get Away With Fanfiction

I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd

Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!

It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.

She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.

“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.

“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.

“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.

“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.

She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.

Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.

“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”

“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.

Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”

“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.

“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.

“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.

“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.

“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.

“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.

Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”

“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.

“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”

“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.

A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.

“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.

“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.

“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.

“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.”

“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.

“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.

“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.

“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.

“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.

“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin.

“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.

“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.

“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.

“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.

“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.

“Yes, bye bitch.”

The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.

“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”

“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.

“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.

“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.

“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.

“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.

“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.

“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.

“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.

“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.

“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.

“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.

Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.

“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.

Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.

Wonder pets, wonder pets

We're on our way

To help a friend and save the day

We're not too big

And we're not too tough

But when we work together, we've got the right stuff

Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!

The phone

The phone is ringing

The phone

We'll be right there

The phone

The phone is ringing

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble somewhere

“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.

He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”

“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.

One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.

#CA chronicles

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imadeangirl-butimsamcurious · 7 years

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It’s Me, Sweetheart

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Mary, Cas (mentioned), Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 1860

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Blood, guns, some swearing, maybe a little angst? Basically supernatural stuff. Season 12 spoilers!

Summary: Dean and Mary show up at the bunker and find an injured reader and Sam missing.

Author’s Note: Okay, so a few things: I don’t know where Mary actually got her clothes but I’m gonna assume from the Impala and we’ll leave it at that, I tried to keep the dialogue as close to the original scene but some things are changed, most specifically that Mary almost shoots the reader and not Cas, there’s a brief third person section for Dean and Mary, and when I started writing this a few months ago (I kind of forgot about it, oops!) I was thinking I would do another couple parts and extend it till when they get Sammy back but now I’m not so sure I’m going to. If people like this and want me to write a few more parts I’ll consider it, but honestly I found this difficult to write for some reason and it’s not really what I was hoping for. I wouldn’t be changing anything except for the addition of the reader, but basically it would just be a rewrite and we all know what happens with Sam already (and if you don’t know you probably shouldn’t be reading this yet anyway!) so I hope you guys don’t feel like I’m leaving you hanging. So let me know if you guys want more, but no promises. Wow that was a lot of words, sorry guys! Happy reading!

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Darkness faded in and out of your vision as your eyes fluttered open, your head pounding and something warm and thick dripping down the side of your face. You groaned and reached up with a shaky hand, wincing as you made contact with a gouge on your forehead. You pulled your fingers away and found them coated in blood.

“That Bitch.”

You put your hands on the library table in front of you and used it to claw your way off the ground, wobbling when you finally managed to stand up. Your head was throbbing and you felt nauseous. You swore again when you saw the blood on the floor.

“Sam?!” you called into the silence, your voice echoing off the walls and piercing the eerie quite. You used the table and chairs to make your way out of the library and crouched down in front of the red stain on the floor.

That woman was going to regret ever touching Sam.

Dean and Mary’s boots clanged on the bunker’s metal staircase as they entered the war room, casual conversation masking the awkwardness they both felt.

“The new duds look good,” Dean said.

Mary looked down at the clothes she’d gotten from the Impala and tugged on her jacket. “Thanks, it’s better than walking around in that nightgown -”

She was cut short by Dean stopping at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes catching on the trail of red staining the floor.

“That’s blood.”

Dean’s gun was in his hand and cocked a second later. “Yeah.”

“Sammy? Cas?” Dean made his was across the room with silent footsteps, weapon raised and the presence of his mother hanging over him. Whoever, or whatever, spilled that blood could still be here and she’d just woken up from a forever nap. This was one hell of a first day back.

“Take this, stay here.” Dean handed his mother a gun he’d pulled out from under the table and turned to head down the hall. She’d be safe, she was a hunter.

Now he had to find Sam.

The pile of weapons you’d collected and the keys to your old car lay on your bed, ready for the manhunt you were about to embark on. You looked in the mirror and frowned. Blood dripped from your hairline all the way down your neck, coloring the collar of your shirt a dark red. You hissed out a breath when the antiseptic-soaked material in your hand made contact with the wound on your forehead, but ignored the pain and cleaned yourself up, until -

“Sammy? Cas?”

You dropped the blood-stained cloth into the sink and reached for your gun.

“Was that … Dean?”

You bolted out of your room and down the too-long hall, slowing your stride when you neared the war room, gun raised. You peered around the corner and found no sign of your boyfriend. Of course you didn’t, he was dead.

The thought cut through you like a knife.

You continued on silent feet into the library. Nothing in the room was disturbed – at least, not anything that wasn’t already, courtesy of your unexpected visitor. You breathed a heavy sign and dropped your gun, arm hanging limply at your side.

And that’s when she came out from behind the pillar.

“Hands in the air, get on your knees.”

“What the hell?” You brought your gun up to eye level but it was too late, you were already staring down the barrel of hers. “Who are you?!”

“Hands. Now.”

You locked eyes with the bunker’s second intruder of the day and reined in all your remaining self-control to keep yourself from charging straight for her. If you were going to find Sam, you had to not get shot in the meantime. You reluctantly lowered your gun.

You opened your mouth to once again ask the woman currently pointing a gun at your head who the hell she was and what she was doing in your home, but the words caught in your throat when you heard that voice again - Dean’s voice – and your eyes snapped up to the doorway.

“Woah, whoa, whoa! It’s okay - it’s okay. That’s Y/N!” Dean pushed the woman’s gun to her side. Your whole world ground to a halt.

You blinked once. Twice.

“ … Dean?”

“Yeah, Sweetheart, it’s me.”

You took a shaky step back. “But … but you can’t be here. Y-you died!” You felt your eyes blur with involuntary tears. Dean came towards you and your hand flew up. “Stop – just stop. How are you here?”

“It’s a long story, but it’s me, I’m alive.” He took a step forward. You didn’t try and stop him. “Amara saved me.”

You shook your head and moved to the other side of the room, finding a shelf with some “grab and go” weapons near the door and picked up a silver knife and a flask of holy water. You walked back to Dean and nodded towards him, not needing words for him to know what happens next. You weren’t going to let yourself be fooled by someone hoping to take advantage of your vulnerability. Obediently, he held out his hand, palm exposed.

You held eye contact with your boyfriend as you pressed the flat side of the blade into his skin - no reaction. You tried not to get too excited. Next was the holy water, and it wouldn’t be the first time a demon had worn Dean’s face, but still nothing.

Before you even had a chance to think the still-open flask of holy water had fallen from your grasp and your arms were wrapped around Dean’s neck.

“I love you.” Your lips crashed against his. “I love you I love you I love you!”

Dean’s hands tightened around your waist and your feet lost contact with the ground. “I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips, just loud enough for you to hear.

In that moment, everything seemed right. The way his arms felt wrapped around your waist, the way his lips moved against your own, the way his comforting smell of whiskey and leather surrounded you. But it only took a few seconds for your momentary bliss to come crashing down around you.

The break in. Sam. The stranger. The Bomb.

You took a staggering step back and fixed your wide eyes on Dean’s chest.

“What about the bomb? What about all those souls?! We have to get it out of you!”

“Hey, come back here,” Dean grabbed your hand and pressed it into his chest. “It’s okay, see?”

The steady beat of Dean’s heart thrummed under your fingertips. The chaotic buzz, the rhythm that would surely haunt your nightmares, the violent pulsing you’d felt when you’d hug Dean goodbye for what you believed was the last time, was gone. Nothing but the always-comforting thump, thump, thump, remained.

You breathed a sigh of relief and was at his side once again. Dean gladly pulled you back into is arms.

“Okay, what happened here?” Dean asked, gently brushing a piece of hair away from the cut on your forehead. “Are you okay? Whose blood is that, and where’s Sam?”

You opened your mouth to answer but snapped it shut when someone cleared their throat, rather pointedly. Both you and Dean seemed to have forgotten about the other person in the room.

You spun to face the woman who’d pointed a gun at you only moments before and scrunched up your face. “Dean, who is this?” you asked. And why does she look so familiar?

Awkward silence hung in the air, both Dean and the stranger staying quiet. Then your green-eyed hunter rubbed his hand over the nape of his neck and finally spoke. “This,” he gestured towards the woman, “is Mary Winchester … my mother.”

Recognition surged through you and your jaw fell open. You immediately reached up and into Dean’s jacket, pulling out the picture he always kept of his mother in his breast pocket. You held it up to compare.

Mary Winchester.

Mary Winchester - Dean’s mother, Dean’s dead mother - was back.

You took a step away from Dean and drew your gun.

“Whoa, whoa! Y/N, it’s her! It’s really her!”

“It can’t be Dean.” This hurt you more than words could say. “Your mother is dead, she has been for years. This isn’t really her.”

“No, it is!” Dean threw himself between you and the person pretending to be his mother. “It’s her, Y/N! Amara brought her back. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but it’s her. Amara said she was going to give me what I needed most and then I found her.” Dean stepped forward so the barrel of your gun was pressing against his chest. “I found my mom.”

Your hand started to shake and you dropped the gun. You could never point it at Dean, even if you knew you would never pull the trigger.

“So Amara did you a favor.” A nod. “Why?”

“It’s a long story, one I’ll tell you later. Just give me the gun, okay?”

You nodded numbly and allowed Dean to pull the weapon from your fingers, then next thing you knew you were face to face with the love of your life’s dead mother. You gaze flicked back to Dean. “So, this is your mom?”

“Yeah.”

“And I just pointed a gun at her?”

A light chuckle. “Yup.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” both of you turned to face Mary, “I almost shot you.”

Despite everything, a small smile tugged at your lips. “Not exactly what I imagined when I thought about meeting my boyfriend’s parents.”

Mary gave you a sweet smile, a motherly smile. “Or how I imagined meeting my son’s girlfriend.”

The words sent a surprising flush over your cheeks. You were Dean’s girlfriend, had been for years, but for some reason hearing his mother say it left you feeling embarrassed and awkward. Dean seemed to be feeling the same thing, if the way his feet were shuffling back and forth was any indication, though he regained his focus when the spot of blood on the floor came into his field of vision.

“What happened to Sam?”

You raised your gaze to Dean’s and tried not to grimace, and then you told him everything. You told him about the woman who broke in and held you both at gunpoint, you told him about Cas getting sent away the second you’d seen her, you told him how you were knocked out with what you could only assume was the butt of her gun, and you told him that when you came to there was blood on the floor and Sam was gone. You told him everything and tried not to think about would have happened if Dean had been there and she’d taken them both like she wanted. Or maybe she never would have gotten out of the bunker at all with all three of you there?

You shook the thoughts from your head, thinking like that wasn’t going to get Sam back. So you grabbed your gun off the table and shoved it into your belt.

“Let’s go get Sammy back.”

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