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Got some new ink last week! Added The Mandalorian to my fandom patchwork.

When receiving his signet of the mudhorn, Din Djarin is told that he now “a clan of two” - those that know me, know that family, my siblings are everything to me, and I would I would do anything and everything for them. As Din Djarin would do for Grogu.

This is the Way - represents having a code in which one lives their life by. Keeping true to yourself and what you believe in is important. It’s also written in Pedro Pascal’s handwriting (which goes with my other tattoos in Jensen Ackles’, Jared Padalecki’s, Misha Collins’, Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s, and both of my brothers’ handwritings).

Mir’shupur sigil - from the Mandalorian runes M & S, represents the individual’s disability and also seen as a badge of honor within Mandalorian culture. It shows that not all disabilities - like the ones I have - are visible.

#din Djarin #pedro pascal #jeffrey dean morgan #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #tattoos #the mandalorian #Mir’shupur

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Hey, y’all!!

I know it’s been a while. I’ve been working on fics with @mychemicalimagines :) and dealing with other stuff.

BUT! I’m back. Thanks to some wonderful feedback from the amazing @jwritesfanfics I’m working on a Din Djarin x OFC fic! :) Will post it when it’s done! :)

#din djarin #din djarin x ofc #din djarin x original female character #din djarin fanfiction #din Djarin fanfic #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Pedro pascal fanfic

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You definitely should!! :) that’s why I made these lists. :) although now that I have the complete 15 season box set on DVD, I should go back and add the DVD version to go with the Script and Netflix versions since there were and are some slight differences. :) -maybe that’ll satisfy my ADHD for a little bit. XD

Supernatural Season 1 Music Playlist

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Daddy’s Nap ~ A Negan One-Shot

Summary: Negan gets woken up from his nap…

Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Tired Negan. Slightly grumpy Negan. Soft Negan. Daddy!Negan. Dick joke. SHIRTLESS JDM GIFs and images!! 

Author’s Note(s): I wrote this story this morning at 6:30 am, after I couldn’t sleep all night long. Insomnia sucks ass. Despite having a major writer’s block for the last several months, this idea hit me and I just had to type it up. I hope y’all like it!

Word Count: 2,470 words

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader.

Characters: Negan. Reader.

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band–psycho@ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl @neganslucille87​

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Story Time:

“Give me a fuckin’ minute! Fuck’s sake!”

His voice a half yell, a half sigh as he spoke. Sleep still laced his words, trying hard to cling to the syllables as he rubbed his face against the pillow before sluggishly pushing himself outta bed, leaving the soft, memory foam mattress behind. Strolling over to the thick wooden door that sealed off his quarters, Negan grunted. 

The last thing he wanted was to be disturbed. It was too early for this shit. Well, too early in the afternoon, anyway. It’d been a rough day, running things in the Sanctuary. He’d had to iron a fucker’s face as a punishment that now seemed pointless at the current time. But, it had been important for him to remind his people of the rules, and the subsequent consequences of those rules being broken.

He never liked ironing people’s faces, and it always exhausted the fuck outta him, which is why he’d been napping before some fucker knocked on his door. But, he still did it. The ironing. He had to do it. As leader, it was his job. He was the one to enforce the rules in order to keep his people safe. That’s why… 

His thoughts trailed off as he jerked the door open, glaring at the person on the other side, intent to rip them a new one for disturbing him and waking him from his much-needed nap.

“What the fu-” He stopped mid-sentence as he took in the sight of the person standing in the hallway, in front of him.

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Lost in Silence

We want to start working on the second EdwardxGabby story but we need your help!! We know that Edward is too in love with Gabby to leave him like he did Bella in the books/movies.

What do you think should happen?

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Updates?

What non-completed series do you guys want updated next?

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Also, go those of you that let us know when see our works posted by someone that’s clearly not us, thank you so much for taking the time to let us know. It means a lot. As writers, we put a lot of our personal time, effort, and whatnot into what we write. Sometimes even blood, sweat, and tears. (I know there have been times where I’ve given myself paper cuts while writing stories on paper. 😂 and also written in some insanely hot temperatures). These stories are a part of us and it kills us to see people try to claim them as their own, without any regard or permission from the original writers. And sometimes, when people do steal our works, it’s a blow, and it makes us not want to write anymore. So, to those of you that do take the time to report a writer’s story posted by someone that’s not them, without permission from the original creator(s), thank you.

DON’T FUCKIN’ PLAGIARIZE MY SHIT! OR ANYONE ELSE’S!

Seriously. Don’t fuckin’ do it. We work hard on what we write. Don’t do it.

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Saying this again because some people can’t get it through their heads to not do this shit. It’s annoying. It’s wrong. And it pisses me off to no end. DON’T FUCKIN’ PLAGIARIZE MY SHIT OR ANYONE ELSE’S!

DON’T FUCKIN’ PLAGIARIZE MY SHIT! OR ANYONE ELSE’S!

Seriously. Don’t fuckin’ do it. We work hard on what we write. Don’t do it.

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Leather - A Negan One-Shot

Summary: After having a horrible panic attack, the reader goes to her spot. Negan finds her, lends her his jacket, and she realizes that it helps her calm down. She doesn’t tell him this, though. But, each time she has a panic attack, Negan lends her his jacket. Until one day, she takes it. Negan is at first pissed until he finds out who has his jacket, and then he finally finds out what the reader’s fascination with the leather jacket is.

Warning(s): Panic attacks. Explicit language – I mean, this is Negan we’re talkin’ ‘bout. Negan fluff. Implied smut with Negan and one of the wives. Split POVs – the reader’s and Negan’s.

Author’s Note(s): So…as I’ve mentioned before, I have severe PTSD and anxiety, amongst other mental health issues. The love of my life gave me one of his jackets almost two years ago, and whenever I have a real bad panic attack, I curl up under the jacket and it helps calm me down. Whether it’s the weight of the jacket itself, or the fact that it still smells like him, that helps calms me down, I’m not sure, but it works. And, I had the idea for this story the other night, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Negan would be like if he came across a reader in the midst of a panic attack and lent her his jacket.

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader

Characters: Negan. Reader. Simon. Arat.

Taglist: @negans-network , @prettyboynegan , @thamberlina

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Reader’s POV

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I hurry outta the commissary and make my way outside to the old tree by the gardens. I try to dodge as many people as I can on my way out. The panic eases slightly as soon as I open the door and rush out into the freezing cold air. I glance ‘round and notice that there’s no-one over by the gardens and the tree, so I scurry over there as fast as my legs can carry me. 

I found this spot a few weeks after I came to the Sanctuary, nearly a year ago when Negan found me hiding in a hideaway spot between some rocks by a river. As soon as I reach my location, I plop down at the base of the tree, draw my knees up to my chest, wrap my arms ‘round my shins, and just sit there. 

I try to focus on getting my breathing down, which isn’t working so well, by watching the snowflakes fall the ground. The coldness doesn’t seem to register with me at the moment, which is how I know this panic attack is a bad one. I don’t even know what brought it on. 

One minute, I’m looking at a tee-shirt in the commissary. The next, I’m in the midst of a panic attack, and scurrying outta the building as fast as I possibly can. I close my eyes as I rest my chin on my knees, and tap the fingers of one hand against the opposite arm.

My other hand squeezes my arm tightly, my nails digging harshly into my skin. I run through my usual steps to try to ease my panic attack. Focus on my breathing. Focus on a happy memory. Focus on anything else that might try to get the anxiety to leave.

Nothing works. My breath’s still coming out as pants, and my heart’s still beating rapidly. I choke back a sob that threatens to come out. I don’t know how long I sit there, against the tree, in the snow before I hear a deep rumble of a voice that everyone ‘round these parts knows.

“Doll?”

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Out of Place - A Negan One-Shot

Summary: After getting injured while out on a run, Leigh (OFC) and Negan have a sit down and discuss something important between the two of ‘em.

Relationship(s): Negan x Leigh (Original Female Character).

Warning(s): Explicit language. Implied mentions of past child abuse. Negan fluff - he can still be a total sweetheart even though he’s also a badass. Slight angst. 

Author’s Note(s): I came up with the idea to write this after I had trouble falling asleep the other night due to my shoulder injury, and I got to thinkin’ ‘bout how the love of my life would handle the situation, how JDM would handle the situation, and ultimately how Negan would handle the situation, and well, out of the three, I went with Negan’s response and wrote ‘bout it.

Taglist: @negans-network    (If you wanna be added to my taglist, feel free to let me know.)

Fuck.

Negan’s gonna be super fuckin’ pissed with me when I get back to the Sanctuary. His one rule for letting me go out with the Saviors was that I didn’t do anything stupid to end up hurt or dead. Granted, I didn’t do anything stupid. Nor am I dead. 

So that’s a plus, right? Probably not. I’ll never hear the end of it now. I groan as the truck bounces over a big-ass fuckin’ pothole in the middle of the road. I clutch my shoulder and shoot a glare at Simon.

“Fuckin’ hell, Si! Take it fuckin’ easy, will you?” I hiss.

“Sorry, Leigh! I’m tryin’ here. But, if I don’t get your ass back home, the Boss is gonna have my ass on a platter.” He says.

“Whatever.”

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History in the Makin’ ~ A Negan!AU One-Shot

Summary: As a college student, you have to focus on your studies. But, as a mum to a newborn, you have to focus on your baby too. When the babysitter cancels at the last minute, you have no choice to take your baby with you to class. Things don’t go as you hope, but luckily, your history professor, Dr. Negan is a good sport ‘bout you having your kid in class.

Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Rick’s not a total asshole.

Author’s Note(s): This story will be told from the reader’s POV, but also from Negan’s POV; I’ll note when/where the change in POV occurs.

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader

Characters: Negan. Reader. Rick. Mention of Carl, Judith, and Alysss (OFC).

Taglist: @negans-network @thamberlina @prettyboynegan

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Reader’s POV:

“And, that class is why the 1968 Olympics were so important, and a major turning point in not only American history, but also the world’s history. Any questions?” Dr. Negan addresses the class.

He leans against the podium at the front of the room, and looks at each of the sixteen students in the class. When his eyes land on me, a small smile tugs at his lips, ‘specially when he sees what I have in my arms; his dimples prominently showing.

I can’t help but smile back, slightly embarrassed, and offer him an apologetic look. He gives a slight shake of his head, and looks down at his laptop. I watch as he reaches one hand, and pushes his black-rimmed glasses further up his nose.

I take a brief moment to look over him. His black, somewhat wavy hair is a bit ruffled, but that’s just a mixture of his normal look, and the fact that he runs his fingers through his hair every so often. When he isn’t doing that, or using his hands to talk when he gets excited ‘bout a certain topic, he’ll run his hand over his neatly trimmed, salt and pepper beard. He looks exceptionally good this evening.

He’s got on a pair of semi-loose fitting blue jeans, hung low on his leans hips, with a dark blue button up shirt on. The sleeves are rolls up to his elbows, and he has the top two buttons undone. Since they are, it allows a few of his dark chest hairs to peek out. 

I blush, and pick my pen up and lower my eyes to the notebook in front of me. I softly bounce my baby girl in my arms, holding her close to me with my right hand, while I finish writing down the last key point of information that my history professor, Dr. Negan Morgan has posted on his PowerPoint presentation.

Since I’m in the Intro to African American History course this semester, Dr. Negan has the course set up so that we cover African American history from the 1500s to present times. He’s always complaining ‘bout how there just isn’t ‘nough time in a single semester to cover all the things that need to be covered in a course like this, so he has to stick to the most important things.

He argues that those things may not always be the most important, but it’s what the college approved when he submitted his course outline at the end of the last term. He’s told me all of this during our various meetings in his office before and after class.

This is the third semester I’ve had him as my professor, and the second class I have with him this semester. He comes off as a hardass, but he’s really just a sweetheart, and wants to see all of his students succeed. Even if they’re not history majors like me. 

I originally met Dr. Negan as a freshman three years ago, but wasn’t able to take his courses till a year and a half ago. But, that didn’t stop me from meeting with him. Just as I finish writing the last word, and Dr. Negan switches to the next topic, my little girl decides to let out a high-pitched wail. 

I jump slightly and glance down at her. I place my left hand on her little tummy, and try to calm her down.

“Mrs. (Y/N)?” Dr. Negan’s deep, gravelly voice cuts across the small room.

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Lucille ~ A Negan One-Shot

Request: ZA!Negan and he has Rick and co. kneeling on the ground and there’s a beautiful girl next to daryl that looks familiar. but he can’t really see her. as he’s talking the girl keeps smarting off. he makes her look at him and it’s his wife who got lost from him in the beginning right after he made the leader of the savors. she knew it was Negan by the voice and the way he was talking. turns out one of the guys left her while on a run. PURE FLUFF AFTER HE FINDS OUT ITS HER. Also she’s badass and Rick has kept her safe after he found her.

Requested By: @mychemicalimagines

Summary: Negan comes across a familiar face that turns his upside-down world right side up.  

Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Smut. Angst. Sexual tension.

Word Count: 5,920

Author’s Note(s): 

So, @mychemicalimagines sent me this request, and after talkin’ ‘bout it for a hot minute, I couldn’t help but start writing this. And, bud, I hope this turned out how you were wantin’ it to.

 Also, Negan doesn’t have a harem of wives in this story. We decided that he wouldn’t be a cheater, but rather, he’d be too distraught for a reason you’ll soon find out, that he wouldn’t take another woman to be his wife. 

As for the title, I got it from the song “Lucille” by Kenny Rodgers, but the name itself does play a key part in the story.

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader.

Characters: Negan. Reader. Rick. Simon. Dwight. 

Taglist: @negans-network @thamberlina @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines

Story Time:

  Negan’s POV:

A Couple Years Ago:

“I’m sorry, boss. She didn’t make it.” Simon says.

I stop in my tracks and turn to look at my right hand man. My heart tightens as his words process in my mind. Even though my heart’s tightening at the moment, I don’t let my emotions show.

“What the ever-loving fuck do you fuckin’ mean, Simon? She didn’t fuckin’ make it?” I hiss, my fingers gripping my baseball bat tightly.

Simon has the grace to lower his eyes as he repeats what he just told me. Once the words leave his lips for a second time, I reach forward and grasp the collar of his shirt in my free hand. I jerk him towards me, getting up in his face.

“YOU HAD ONE FUCKIN’ JOB, SIMON! ONE FUCKIN’ JOB! AND THAT WAS TO FUCKIN’ KEEP HER FUCKIN’ SAFE! GODDAMIT!” I yell.

He doesn’t flinch, but lowers his eyes to look at his chest. I shove him away.

“I want you to fuckin’ go back out there and get her fuckin’ body! She deserves to be buried fuckin’ proper. Not left out there with those goddamn fuckers! Do you fuckin’ understand me?” I demand.

He nods. “Yes, boss.”

I storm off before the tears can spill from my eyes like they’re threatening to do. As soon as I’m back in my room, I slam the door slam so hard that the photo on the wall falls off and crashes to the floor. I lean against the door, and slide down till my ass hits the ground. 

I pull my knees up to my chest, wrap my arms ‘round my shins and sob like a damn two-year-old child. The love of my life, my everything, my whole fuckin’ world, my wife, ain’t ever fuckin’ coming home now. I’m never gonna be able to wrap my arms ‘round you from behind as you’re cooking spaghetti again.

I’m not gonna be able to fall asleep with you tucked in my arms. I’m never going to be able to kiss your lips or your forehead. I’m never gonna feel your arms wrap ‘round me. Or feel you run your fingers through my hair as you try to calm me down. 

You’re never gonna lay your head on my chest at night when we’re relaxing after hours of making love. I’m never going to hear you say “I love you” again. I knew I shouldn’t have let you go out on that run this morning, but you were just so fuckin’ stubborn and you pulled that puppy dog look that you know I can never say no to.

If only I had. Then you’d be here, safe and sound.

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Sleepover – Pallet Style ~ A Negan One-Shot

Summary: After a pipe bursts over your room, and it gets flooded, Negan offers to let you sleep in his room.

Warning(s): Negan being sweet and caring. Fluff. Explicit language.

Word Count: 1,205 words.

Author’s Note(s):  So, I wrote this for another blog of mine a while back, and when I was rereadin’ it, I realized that it could work for Negan too. I changed a few things ‘round and made it so that it’d fit Negan’s personality a bit more.

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader.

Characters: Negan. Reader.

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @thamberlina @mychemicalimagines (P.S. If you wanna be added to my taglist, feel free to let me know, and I’ll add you!)

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“(Y/N)?”

You jump as you hear his deep, gravelly voice behind you. You stop what you’re doing, slowly stand up and turn around. You look at him. He’s just standing there, arms crossed over his chest, looking at you with a curious look on his face.

He doesn’t have his leather jacket or Lucille with him. His t-shirt is stretched across his arms and chest, showing off the many tattoos he has. He’s also barefoot, and you realize that he must’ve been getting ready for bed, and to relax after a long day, before he came into his office, where you are.

You’re in here ‘cause your room downstairs got flooded when one of the pipes burst. Since your room was the only one affected, and you’d consider yourself and Negan to be friends, he offered to let you crash with him. You took that to mean you’d be sleeping in his office, and after he’d left you in there ten minutes ago to go into his room, you figured that was definitely the case.

“Yes, sir?” You ask, nervously.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re fuckin’ doin’?” Negan asks.

“Um…makin’ a pallet?”

“With just a fuckin’ couch pillow and a damn hoodie that ain’t been washed since we got back from the fuckin’ run?”

“Yes, sir?”

His face softens for a minute. “(Y/N), why didn’t you just ask for a blanket and a legitimate pillow?”

You shrug. “I didn’t want to pester you.”

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The Alarm Clock ~ A Pre-Apocalypse Negan One-Shot

Summary: Negan doesn’t wanna get outta bed one morning, and would rather stay with you tucked in his arms. You manage to convince him to get up.

Warning(s): Fluff. Negan’s a pouty boy in the mornings. Also, language, but it’s Negan, so is “language” really a warning anymore?

Author’s Note(s): 

So, I originally wrote this for another one of my blogs, but while re-reading it, I decided it’d make for a cute fluffy, Negan story. I changed a few things ‘round, and bam. Here it is. :) 

Also, the story takes place before the Zombie Apocalypse, while Negan’s still a coach, and he’s not married to Lucille.

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader.

Character(s): Negan (Pre-Apocalypse). Reader.

Taglist: @negans-network , @thamberlina , @prettyboynegan

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Reader’s POV:

*Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeep. Beep. Beep.*

Letting out a groan myself, I rub the sleep from my eyes and glance over at my husband, Negan. He’s still got his arms ‘round my waist, keeping my back pressed against his chest. Closing my eyes again, and letting my head fall back to the pillow, I hear him let out a little grumble. 

He shifts and uncurls his arm from ‘round me. I feel the bed move with him as he rolls over onto his back and reaches over to our bedside table. I can hear him move his hand ‘round, bumping into various things till he finds what he’s lookin’ for. 

He taps the top of it with a sleepy smack and it still keeps going off. He lets out another sleepy groan.

“Fuck.” He mumbles.

I hear something unplug and a heavy thud hit the ground. I smile to myself. My boy’s done dropped the alarm clock on the ground. It got it to shut up. He rolls over and snuggles up to me again. I roll over so that I’m facing him, and tuck myself against his chest as he tightens his arms ‘round me.

“Just five more minutes, please, (Y/N).” He whines.

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Sniffles ~ A Modern Negan!AU One-Shot

Summary: Even though Negan suffers from a sinus infection, he doesn’t let it stop him from spending the day with his son, Christian.

Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Negan as a single dad. Slight angst. Tobacco use.

Relationship(s): Negan x Christian (OMC) (Father/Son)

Characters: Negan. Christian (OMC). Brief mention of Reader.

Taglist: @negans-network @thamberlina @prettyboynegan

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“Daddy?”

I look down at my little boy sitting in my lap. He has his head tilted back and he’s just looking up at me with a curious expression. In this moment, he looks just like his mama, my late wife, (Y/N). He has your eyes, and my dimples. As each day goes by, he looks more and more like you. 

At times, it breaks my heart ‘cause you’re not here to see him. At others, it makes my heart swell with love ‘cause I know you’re still here in a way. You passed away two years ago, when our son was only five years old. Some drunk driver had collided into head-on. 

You didn’t even make it to the hospital. Since then, I’ve been raising our little boy by myself. I keep one arm curled ‘round his waist as I hold him in my lap, and bring my other hand up to his hair. I brush his blonde locks outta his face as I sniffle.

“Yea, little man?” I ask, trying not to sneeze.

“Can we watch a movie?” He asks.

I nod. “Of course, we fuckin’ can, bud. You got one in mind?”

He giggles and nods. Whenever I cuss, he always giggles. He finds it to be the funniest thing in the world. I know you never liked me cussing ‘round him, but since you’ve been gone, it’s been harder to control. The words just slip out. He’s picked up a few of ‘em, but he never says ‘em outside of the house, which I appreciate. 

He climbs outta my lap, but doesn’t go very far; only far ‘nough to get the remote. Once he has it, he climbs back up in my lap, sitting sideways, so that he’s sitting on my right thigh, with his legs draped over my other one. I wrap my arm ‘round him to keep him from falling.

He scrolls through the recorded movies I have on the DVR. When he finds the one he wants to watch, he plays it, drops the remote, and nestles up against me, resting his head on my shoulder. I make commentary throughout the movie, which has him laughing. 

I love hearing his laugh; it’s so pure and innocent, and it reminds me a great deal of you and your laugh. I keep sneezing every couple of minutes, and sniffle when I’m not sneezing. Halfway through the movie, he tilts his head back, looking up at me. 

He runs his fingers through my short, salt and pepper beard. I flash him a dimpled smile, before turning my head to sneeze again. This sinus infection I’ve got going on is kicking my ass. Not only is it making my entire body weak, and tired, but my nose is already raw.

To the point that normal tissues irritate it even more, and my nose burns worse than the Devil in a sauna in Hell on a hot Georgia day in the middle of fuckin’ July.

“Daddy? Can we pull the couch out into the bed? I wanna lay down.” My son says, letting out a big yawn for such a little kid.

My smile grows as I kiss his forehead. “Sure, little man. Hop up for a moment, yeah?”

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Can’t Stop Lovin’ You-Dean Winchester-Chap 3

Summary: Dean Winchester and Michaela ‘Mickey’ Storm have been friends for as long as they can remember. When they were 4 years old, Dean’s mom and Mickey’s parents were killed. Since then, John Winchester took his kids and Mickey around the states, hunting the Supernatural. 22 years later, it’s just Dean and Mickey against the world, both the natural and the supernatural. John goes missing after a hunting trip goes awry while Sam’s away at college, set on being a lawyer. This is Dean and Mickey’s story as they embark on a trip to find the one man they know as Dad. Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business.

Series Warning: Language, Fluff, Love, Smut, Death, Blood, Violence, Supernatural, Paranormal, Established Relationship. If I forgot any, all the warnings from the show apply to this series as well.

Words: 14,031

A/N: Tag List was messing up the post so I had to redo it. Sorry XD

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