Feedback Always Brightens Someone's Day, No Matter How Short Or Simple. It Always Adds A Bit Of Joy

Feedback always brightens someone's day, no matter how short or simple. It always adds a bit of joy

Fan fiction reviews

Imagine you have a coworker who likes to bake. Every week, they bring in a batch of delicious, homemade cookies and leave them in the break room. Next to the plate of cookies is a sign, “If you like my cookies, could you please just leave me a note and tell me what you like about them? The more feedback you leave about what you like, the more incentive I have to bake.” A hundred coworkers walk by and take a cookie. One person leaves a note. “Great cookies! Bake some more soon!”

The next week, once again there are cookies in the break room with the same sign. Once again a hundred people take a cookie and only one person leaves a note. “Nice! More soon!”

Week Three- Once again, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note.

Week Four- One hundred people take a cookie. No note.

Week Five- There are no cookies. Someone leaves a note. “Where are the cookies? I loved them. Please, please bake some cookies.”

Week Six- There are no cookies. Ten people leave notes. “I miss your cookies. They were my favorites. I loved the chocolate chips. My friend really liked the way you had almonds in the cranberry ones.”

Week Seven- Motivated by the wonderful notes, the baking coworker stays up late to bake the best batch of cookies they have ever made. That week, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note. 

The co-worker gives up baking for their colleagues.

——————————————–

Please, if you like the fan fiction that you are reading, let your authors know. Stories are abandoned for a myriad of reasons, but it is very, very hard to stay motivated when you receive no positive feedback. If there is a story that you like, whether it is a completed one or a work in progress, please leave an up-lifting comment or review. By doing so, you’re providing that writer with motivation to spend their time and energy creating more stories for you.

And that way, you both win!

No wonder he was arrested..........looking that good HAS to be illegal somewhere.

Annnd, bye bye Misha, onto the next episode.

I’ll see you on the 13th !!!

Awh you're welcome. And I'm super happy I made your day better

First Dance - Wedding

You sat with Sam giggling. He looked amazing in his black suit. He was smiling widely at something Dean had just said. Sam’s hand landed on your thigh and he squeezed it through the dress. You looked away from the elder Winchester to your now husband. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours before pulling away quickly. ‘You look beautiful’ He breathed. You laid your hand over his and smiled. ‘You’ve told me that about a million times today’ He laughed and kissed you again. ‘It’s true’ You blushed.

You shrugged looking down at the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t much, just a simple sweetheart lace dress. It was something you and Jo had gotten, Jo being your bridesmaid for the ceremony. ‘Thank you, husband’ You giggled and his smile spread. It lit up the room. You almost melted there and then. ‘God, I love that’ He leaned forwards again pressing his lips firmly to yours.

You sighed contently leaning into the taller Winchester. Your hand reached up to the side of his face. ‘Oi, Sammy’ You all heard and you pulled away from Sam. Your face went bright red when you realised everyone was looking at you. There wasn’t many people gathered here just friends and family. Neither of you had wanted a large wedding. You only needed the people closest to you.

Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder laughing. ‘Why don’t you save that for tonight buddy and get out there now?’ He winked at you both. ‘What?’ He asked. But chuckled when he heard your song playing over the speakers.

Keep reading

Jensen laughing is probably my favourite thing to look at in the whole world

Thank you guys so amazing!!!!! I've hit and passed 300 followers. I really appreciate that you read my stuff and I'm so grateful that you have faith in me. Thank you.

Second Chances - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: You meet Dean after a year without him, only to have a little happy surprise for him.

You were sprawled across the grass as you watched Sam fall into the pit. Tears wet your eyes watching your best friend fall to save everyone else. You knew he had to put Lucifer back in Hell but it made it hurt no less. He was your best friend, someone you could turn to and here he was falling to his doom.

You watched as the ground closed up and Dean crawled over to it. You closed your eyes letting your head drop to the ground as you sobbed. You were both bruised and bloody, Lucifer having gotten angry. Dean had taken the brute of his for but that didn’t mean you had gotten off lightly either. 

It felt like years before a hand landed on your shoulder. You looked up to see Castiel standing above you. How? He had exploded moments ago. Dean was knelt behind him his eyes on your face. He was healed, all the blood from his face gone. You raised your own hand and felt no tender spots on your flesh. Cas had healed you.

Dean took you in his arms pressing a kiss to your head. You were parting ways. Dean was getting out of this life, just like Sam had asked. And you, well you were diving into a werewolf case a state over. You cuddled into his shoulder. ‘I’ll call’ He whispered. You nodded knowing he wouldn’t, not after the first few month. ‘Go be happy Dean. She’s lovely’ You pulled away and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘You deserve this, and don’t worry. You got the rest of us to do the job’ Dean smiled down at you.

And that was the last time you ever seen the Impala. You watched it as it drove down the dirt road away from both you and Bobby, and away from your life. Dean was in that car, going to find comfort after his brother dying in another woman’s arms. She could give him the comfort and stability you never could. She could give him a life.

To say the news a month later was a shock would be an understatement. You had sat staring at the small object for an hour. You sat at Bobby’s table waiting for him to come back. He was just as shocked as you, but the shock soon wore off and he had forced you to do something you hadn’t since becoming a hunter. Think about your future

That had all been a year ago. Now, you had your hand down your sink trying to grab whatever was blocking it. It was a world away from what you used to do. From hunting to this. You were lucky, when your Mother and Father had died when you were a little girl and left you a major inheritance. So you were living a comfortable life. After buying a house in a quiet secluded neighbourhood you had settled down completely.

 There was a knock on the door and you looked up. ‘Come in’ You called out and your fingers wrapped around the piece of bone that was stuck in the drain. You heard a loud set of footsteps coming through the house. ‘Evening Sam’ You broke the bone pulling it from the drain. ‘Hello, Y/n’ It was then that you heard the second set of footsteps.

You turned and your eyes widened. Be Sam stood his brother. Dean

You smiled slightly your eyes glancing towards the ceiling towards upstairs. ‘What are you doing back Dean?’ You asked as you began to put the sink back together. Sam pulled out a seat at your table making himself at home. He should. He had helped you pick out the house, it was in Lawrence, you thought it would be a good thought. Sam, oddly, hadn’t cared about the sentiment. He hadn’t cared about much really, apart from a few things.

Dean watched Sam make himself comfortable. ‘Had to come back in’ Dean shrugged. ‘What about you? Sam said you’re out. Didn’t tell me why’ You nodded turning to look at the two boys. ‘Too dangerous, just needed to get out of the game. Sit down make yourself comfortable you want di-’ You were cut off by a cry from upstairs.

Sam’s head snapped towards the sound his eyes shining. ‘Sorry’ You muttered and ran from the room before Dean could begin with the questions. And you knew there would be, from the confused look on his face, the way his eyebrows knitted together and the slightly parted lips.

You pushed the door open and the noise got louder. ‘Hsh, sweety, shh’ You bent over the wooden crib and gently scooped the baby boy up in your arms. ‘Shh’ You began to rock him back and forth. ‘This is why you got out?’ Dean’s shocked voice came from the doorway.

You spun around holding the still crying boy to your chest. Sam appeared behind him panting slightly. ‘I-I tried to stop him’ He looked at you. His eyes fell on the baby and he began to smile. ‘Hey there kiddo’ He pushed by Dean. ‘Come on’ He chuckled walking up to you. ‘Stop giving Mom a hard time’ He leaned forwards and Sam took the small baby from your arms.

You looked at Dean. ‘Yeah, he said Mom’ Sam began to bounce gently wiggling his finger in front of your baby as he stopped crying and tried to catch it in his tiny hands. ‘You had a baby’ Dean breathed and stepped into the room. ‘Where’s the Dad?’ He looked around. ‘He working? I seen no photos downstairs’ Sam looked up at you and you gulped.

He nodded slightly and looked away from you down to the baby again. ‘He isn’t here, never has been’ Dean’s eyes narrowed. ‘So the Son of a Bitch just left you’ Dean seethed as he crossed his arms his eyes on your baby. ‘He didn’t know’ You followed his eyes. He hadn’t taken them off the baby yet. His eyes snapped up. ‘A one night thing’ You shrugged.

He took your hand in his. ‘Something like that, he was with another woman, he was happy. I tried but he was happy’ Dean grumbled and took you into his arms. ‘Son of a Bitch had a wife, low life cheat’ Sam let out a booming laugh. ‘Definitely not that Dean’ He smiled as your baby grabbed his finger and tugged it towards his face.

You pulled away from Dean and turned back to Sm. There was silence for a few moments. ‘How come Sam knew and not me?’ Dean snapped grabbing your arm. ‘You could have told me’ You looked up at him. ‘Sam came back to me the minute he came back. He was there for me, when I found out through the pregnancy, at the birth. The whole time. He just knew’You looked up at him. You had to tell him. ‘You were with another woman’ You breathed.

Dean scoffed. ‘You could have told me you needed someone, I would have been ha-’ You reached out and put your hand over his mouth and he glared down at you. ‘Sam had every right to know his nephew Dean’ You breathed. He needed to know. It had cut you up inside not telling him. But when you had found out you had tried. He was happy, very happy. Lisa and Ben were good for him, you couldn’t ruin that. Especially when you could cope on your own. And you had Sam.

Dean’s eyes widened and he looked from you to the little boy in his brothers arms. Tears filled his eyes and his lip trembled. ‘I-I’m the Dad? He’s my son’ His voice was soft, quiet and had a hope you had never heard before in the older Winchester. You nodded. ‘Yeah, Nathan John Winchester’ You muttered and a large smile broke out across his face.

Tears ran down his cheeks and he let go of your arm. ‘After our Fathers’ You nodded and he stepped closer to Sam. Sam looked up at you and you nodded. ‘I think it’s time his Father held him’ Sam stepped forwards and Dean held his arms out. Gently Sam handed Dean his son.

Dean looked down at him, awe etched into every feature of his handsome face. ‘Hey there buddy’ He cooed running his finger over Nathan’s cheek. ‘I’m your Daddy’ He smiled down at the smiling baby in his arms. Sam smiled slightly and walked by you. He patted your shoulder. ‘I’ll make some food’ He kissed your forehead before leaving.

That left you alone in the nursery with Dean. ‘It was that night wasn’t it?’ He didn’t look up at you. ‘A week before Sam went into the pit, the night we got drunk’ You nodded it walking over to him. You stopped in front of him and cooed at your son. ‘I’m sorry I never told you, but I’m still in. I still do research and give out info and things’ You looked up at Dean. ‘I’m still half in, I’m not a hunter anymore but I’m still in the life. You were out. I’m sorry’ Dean leaned forwards and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

He shrugged. ‘It’s alright’ He nodded. you knew there would still be a discussion, if not an argument, later. He was just too shocked, happy and content right now to have anything bother him. Not even the fact you had kept his son from him.

Dean smiled widely as he reached out. He grabbed you tugging you into his side smiling down at you both. ‘I don’t care about that. We have a son Y/n, a son’ He beamed and you wrapped your arms around him. ‘Yeah, we do’ You smiled up at him. You reached out brushing your son’s soft blonde hair.

Dean squeezed you slightly and you looked up at him. ‘We’ve got a second chance Y/n’ He breathed. ‘We can be a family, what ye say?’ You smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah, I like the sound of that’ Dean leaned down pressing a soft kiss to your lips.You both pulled away laughing as your son began whining and giggling pulling at your finger. 

Dean smiled down at you his eyes sparkling with happiness. He had his family.