after one of them i realized an old man was parking his car next to me and just staring

Firsts

Dean had slowly come to realize that he didn’t want to die young and bloody; he wanted to live as long as possible. He didn’t want a new woman every night, he wanted a lifelong companion. And the biggest realization: he knew who he wanted that companion to be.

Dean and Castiel progress through a series of firsts. (1.2k)

A/N: This should’ve been posted ages ago, whoops. To clarify, I wrote this before season 11 ended, so it diverges sometime near the end of the season.

[AO3]

Dean wasn’t really sure when the idea was planted. Maybe it was when he realized he wanted something more from life than monsters and one-night stands, maybe when Sam brought up the idea of settling down with another hunter. Maybe it was even earlier than that. After Purgatory, or finding Cas without a memory and realizing he’d forgiven the angel despite all the things he’d done.

In any case, Dean had slowly come to realize that he didn’t want to die young and bloody; he wanted to live as long as possible. He didn’t want a new woman every night, he wanted a lifelong companion. And the biggest realization: he knew who he wanted that companion to be. Some deeply-buried part of him had known for a long time – years, really – but it took Castiel being possessed by Lucifer to realize how much the angel meant to him, and in a different way than Sam did or Bobby had. And to find out why Cas had said yes… well, Dean could add that to the ever-growing list of things he’d done that made him feel like shit.

With Cas back in the bunker and recuperating, though, Dean was determined to change things. If Cesar and Jesse had shown him anything, it was that it was possible to settle down and be happy with a hunter, and Dean was finally ready to try.

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Yoongi Scenario: Tempestuous - Part 1.

Request: I want an assassin au where yoongi is a trained assassin and he has a target bc of a vendetta but when he goes to take out that person they show up with y/n and y/n gets injured in the crossfire and yoongi takes her with him bc the others left her, he thinks he can use her to lure the enemy but instead he develops feelings for y/n, like they discover the other is not what it seems something like that and then yoongi is hurt and y/n takes care of him? You can decide the end! Thank you💓💓💓💓💓

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Part 2

Warning: Violence. Unhealthy Relationship.


Getting ready was always the most important part of his job. Preparing and preparing well was crucial, Yoongi knew he had to take his time and thus he let his clients know. This particular one though, wanted things to go faster. It didn’t sit well with Yoongi, he was methodic and liked to do things his own way, but he’d earn good money and for that he could do a couple of adjustments.

He looked down at the picture of the man he’d been on for the last month, a mafia head, Kwon Jisook, he had done some foul business with one of his partners and now said partner wanted him off the game. It was cool for Yoongi, a bit troublesome since mobs usually were targeted and thus tended to be more guarded, but he could do it. With more time Yoongi would be more at ease, but he had accorded less than six weeks with his client so it had to be done.
He was currently in his car in an underground parking lot, with his dark windows he couldn’t be seen and the car he had chosen for today, not too flashy but not a piece of trash, he knew those could grab more attention than any luxury car, so he had gotten a chrysler 200 in black for this job, it mixed perfectly with the kind of car that would be in this precise place. An outlet just getting outside midtown, one that people didn’t frequent much because of the lack of commodities, but that guys like Jisook liked because it let them a free window to get together with their dealers and the storage rooms were gold.

As he had been informed and later proved by himself, Jisook came at least once a week, and thrusdays were his fixed days, he could not come other days, but as Yoongi had noted thursday, that was today, Jisook would be coming without a doubt in just about ten minutes.
Yoongi had already scanned the parking lot for any possible sentinels, mobs often had those around to guard them the zone before they got anywhere, but not here. Yoongi thought that they were conceited, maybe too trusting on their influence and power to believe a hired shooter would be lurking around. Either way he put his pistol at the ready, the silencer was set, just a few minutes and he’d be done. A glass of whiskey and a nap would be good after this, maybe a good fuck. Yoongi didn’t usually choose shootings like this as the way to dispatch, but this was another of the perks of his client. And of course an extra to charge for him.

The BMW made appearance, and the set up was made, the dealers were supposed to be inside the outlet where Jisook would go to meet them, Yoongi would just pull the trigger and be gone by the other entrance of the parking lot. He’d done it before, it could be easy as it could be messy so Yoongi wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible.
As he had foreseen Jisook got out of his car alone, and then he wasn’t.
There was an old man with him and a girl. Yoongi didn’t enjoy killing women, he didn’t accept them, he could take out the old man and charge extra for him later, but not the woman.
-Fuck- he breathed before making his move.

At first he went slow and then he pressed the accelerator, he pulled down the window slowing down the car and aimed, there were gasps and a scream, Jisook took out his gun but Yoongi had already pulled the trigger, only that it didn’t hit Jisook like he had planned, the old man moved Jisook out of the way so Yoongi fired again and so did Jisook, Yoongi moved the car and did what had to be a definite shot on Jisook’s chest but then the old man threw the girl into the fire line.
The bullet made impact with her body and she fell to the ground with a cry.

-Son of a bitch- Yoongi cursed hitting the wheel as Jisook and the old man ran away crouched down between the cars. He wasn’t one to make persecutions but he wasn’t one to let a target leave. But right now his hands were tied and a girl was bleeding on the floor.
He had to think fast, he couldn’t just call 911, he had to leave her there, he had to leave. And then an idea came up to his mind.

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Deadly Secrets

(gif credit to the creator)

Part Five

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,236
Warnings: language, drinking, angst, fighting
A/N: Part five is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

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Stargazing

Lafayette x Reader ft. Hamilsquad

College AU

Author: Lil Laddie

Words:1426

Warnings: College finals, stress, swearing, kissing

A/N: I hope I did something close to what you wanted when you requested this! I honestly loved writing this! Thanks again for requesting! AND GUYS IM GOING TO SEE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AGAIN TONIGHT AND IM SO EXCITED!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Anyway have an amazing day! Love y’all!

Request: College AU with just the gang and reader? Reader x Lafayette if you felt like it. -Anon


“I have planned something amazing!” Alex exclaimed, bursting through the door to your dorm room with Hercules, John and Lafayette following behind him.

“Herc?” You asked, knowing that he was sometimes the only one with a sane mind between the four.

“It’ll be fun.” Hercules reassured you with a smile.

“You’ll love it, mon cher.” Laf grinned, plopping down on your bed next to you.

“Okay Alex, what have you planned?” You asked, turning to the excited man.

“We have all been really stressed about finals, so this weekend we are all going stargazing!” Alex announced, his hands flailing around as he talked.

“We can’t really see the stars in the city.” You said, slightly confused.

“We’re going to drive out of the city and go to the middle of nowhere. It’ll be great!” John explained, his face lighting up at the thought of a day trip away from the city.

“I don’t know if I should trust you guys not to get us lost…” You trailed off, watching all of their faces change from excitement to disappointment. “But since when have I been one to say no to a little adventure?”

“Don’t do that again! You scared me. I thought I’d be stuck alone with them.” Herc sighed in relief, placing a hand over his chest.

“You’d be stuck with the Schuyler Sisters too!” Alex protested, John nodding next to him.

“The girls are coming?” You asked, perking up at the mentions of more of your close friends coming.

“Of course, stargazing is a perfect time to set up couples.” John smirked, not missing the looks that all three gave to you and Lafayette.

“Hm, I still think all the Schuyler sisters are out of your league Alex.” You snarked, Lafayette laughing loudly next to you.

“Whatever, be ready at seven on Friday after class.” Alex rolled his eyes, turning to leave your dorm, Herc and John following right after him.

“You better not decide not to go.” Laf warned, as he slowly got up from your bed.

“Trust me, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t want to miss out on a mini road trip with you.” You paused before realizing what you had said. “All of you of course! I love hanging out with everyone.” You blurted out quickly, hoping Lafayette wouldn’t notice.

“Good, you deserve a break. You’ve been working yourself too hard, mon ange.” Laf smiled at you from the doorway before turning and leaving.

“Oh god, pull yourself together!” You muttered under your breath, you needed to remember to think before saying things to him or next time you might just accidently admit your crush on him.

+++

“Everyone all set?” Alex asked as you all piled into the old minivan.

“Where’d you get the van?” Angelica asked from the back on the van.

“That’s not important. Since, no one answered my question I’m just going to assume that we’re good to go.” Alex sighed, starting up the van and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Wait! This is Professor Washington’s minivan isn’t it?” You asked, giggling as Alex’s head shot back to look at you.

“Yes, he offered for us to use it. How’d you know?” Alex asked in confusion, turning back to look at the road.

“Cause you’re his favorite student and who else would you get the van from?” You explained.

“I never thought of him as a minivan guy.” Peggy stated, the others humming in agreement.

“Alex, do you even know where you are driving to?” Eliza asked, sitting in the passenger seat next to him.

“Maybe…BUT YOU KNOW ADVENTURE!” Alex shouted, you and John hooting from the back at the word adventure.

“We’re all going to die in this van.” Herc sighed, Laf sympathetically patting his back.

“We’ll be fine Herc I promise.” You smiled, leaning over Laf to grab Herc’s hand and squeeze it in a reassuring way.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Lafayette glaring at your hand being in Herc’s. You let go of his hand and leaned back to your side of the van and could hear Laf sigh in relief. Lafayette reached over as discreetly as he could and smacked Herc’s arm as hard as could.

“Laf!” You exclaimed, your eyes wide at the loud sound that came from the hit.

“Slugbug.” Laf shrugged, trying to play it off.

“There’s no other cars on this road right now.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Must have been my imagine.” Laf said nonchalantly, hoping you’d drop the subject and luckily you did.

+++

After an extremely long drive you had finally arrived where you could see the stars clearly. You had never seen them look so bright and you couldn’t stop the shocked gasp that escaped your lips.

“They are beautiful.” Laf smiled watching your face light up as you stared up at the sky.

“I’ve never seen them like this before.” You said, letting your head drop to face Lafayette.

“Okay, we’ve got all the blankets spread out! Hope you all brought sweatshirts!” John called out as everyone split up into pairs and layed down on a blanket.

“A sweatshirt? I didn’t even think to grab one.” You said, feeling like a complete idiot.

“You didn’t? Well, here you can wear mine.” Laf offered, holding out his big hoodie to you.

“I can’t take that, you’ll get cold.” You protested, walking towards the only blanket that was left on the ground.

“Well, we have a blanket and body heat always warms people up.” Laf explained, sitting down on the blanket.

“Are you asking me to cuddle with you?” You giggled as Lafayette’s face heated up.

“Well, I mean if you don’t want to we-” Laf started, rambling quickly.

“Come here!” You interrupted him, holding your arms open for him.

“First, put this on.” Laf said, handing you the same sweatshirt he had offered earlier.

After pulling it over your head, Laf pulled you tightly into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat quicken slightly. Lafayette raked one hand gently through your hair, while the other held your body against his.

“We should come out here more often.” You whispered, moving your eyes from Laf back up to the sky.

“Maybe just me and you should come back up here.” Laf suggested.

“I would like that.” You smiled, snuggling in deeper to Laf’s warm embrace. “Are you warm enough?”

“I think I’m too busy thinking about laying here with you to notice the cold, mon amour.” Laf admitted.

“Mon amour?” You asked, feeling Laf tense up next to you. “Isn’t that supposed to be used for a significant other, not a friend?”

“Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to be more than your friend?” Laf asked, his voice barely loud enough to hear.

“Would it be wrong if I said I felt the same way?” You responded, turning away from the sky to have your face inches from his.

“(Y/N), I really like you.” Laf’s warm breath tickled your face.

“I like you too, Lafayette.” You grinned, noses now touching.

You both leaned in slowly before his lips captured yours. Both of your lips were cold and chapped from the night air, but that didn’t stop you. You could hear hooting and hollering from beside you, but all your attention was on Lafayette as he kissed you with more passion than you could ever imagine.

“I told you that it would be fun!” Herc yelled as the two of you pulled away from the kiss.

“I knew it would be rewarding for us to do this after finals!” Alex exclaimed, before being shut up by Eliza.

“Do you think they had this planned the whole time?” Laf asked, his cheeks heating up again.

“Probably, it’s unlikely for Alex to get away from working on homework without a cause.” You laughed, once again snuggling into Laf’s chest.

“I guess it doesn’t matter though, not when I have finally admitted my feelings to you.” Laf smiled, the two of you staring up at the big open sky.

“Let’s do this after every final.” You suggested, the bright stars once again capturing your attention.

“Definitely.” Lafayette agreed.

This started a long tradition of coming out in the middle of nowhere with everyone whenever school got too hard. This lasted throughout all your years in college. It became not only a reminder of the start of your relationship with Lafayette, but a refuge for the many hard years of finals to come.

This Broken You

Admin Author: @wrenwritesometimes (sorry, it’s my writing blog)

A/N: @little-princess-wiccan asked: “Hi there I was wondering if you could make an imagine about Sam walking in on you trying to kill yourself and or self harming because of your abusive boyfriend but Sam loves you and you love him too. I know this seems weird but it helps me get through hard times. Can you make it very detailed?”

Dude, it’s not weird. x) If that’s what you’re afraid is weird, don’t be afraid to ask “weirder” ones! It makes writing interesting, to have a complicated plot or idea. It’s like a puzzle we gotta solve - means more brainwork. And don’t worry about detail, I’m gr8 at that. xD

Quick side note, beginning HEAVILY influenced by the beginning of “A Car, A Torch, A Death” by twenty one pilots whilst writing. Sorry? Nupe.
The ending was written to “Big Picture” by London Grammar, which is a very beautiful song. Kinda fits to.

Thanks too @imnoaingeal for reading through this and helping me!

Warnings: Mentions and kinda graphic explanation of self harm?? Woopsh??, mentions of (and actual un-intended not-so-“mentioned”-such-as-maybe-actual, woopsh) abuse, cursing, angst, and let’s add some floof… “a song’s never just sad”. Ooh, let’s have some confrontation too… violence.
Am I making it obvious that I’m outlining what potentially will be in this story through the warnings? Am I sorry? Nupe. Am I talking to myself in my own “author’s notes”?… Let’s move on.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

I hope your hard times become soft, my friend, and here we go:



The air felt thin when you started the car, as you seethed in your own special way…
Feeling angry and heartbroken at a situation you could easily end and walk away from.

But could you? Really?
It had been years… he knew everything about you… maybe that was the bad thing… every detail about you felt like blackmail when on his tongue.

There was always the lingering fear that he’d go to the authorities with your background as a hunter.
… at least that’s what he said once, when you said you’d leave him.

Suddenly, your heart seized, then sped up as your body forced an unpleasantly sharp inhale as you sobbed.
You couldn’t really breathe right…
You needed to pull over.

You didn’t realize where the destination you were aiming for was until you had cried for a good ten minutes.

You were silent, nothing but your car’s engine and the sparse passing cars rumbling down the road making a sound.

You stared at the road sign announcing the road you usually took to get to the one place you felt at home - really at home.

You had been on your way to the bunker.

You were hesitant, your shoulders hunched as you hung to the steering wheel desperately.

Sniffling, you shifted out of park and drove again.

Bunker.

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GD scenario: Hi, little girl...

Words: 1150

Short summary:

You are a mother of 3 years old daughter Jiyoona and G-Dragon is her father. You kept her as a secret.

After 4 years after you left him, you meet him again at the park and he wants to take responsibility of being a father. 

But did you let him, after 4 years, without telling him you were carrying his baby?

A/N:

I am writing an essay tomorrow with the theme: Romeo and Juliet.. Wish me luck ^^. I hope you liked the last  G-Dragon scenario: going to MAMA together, and I hope you like this one too. Thank you for all the support <3


Originally posted by kpopking-gdragon

You were walking through the park with a baby stroller and your 3 years old cute little daughter in it. You had no idea you might run to your ex-boyfriend-Jiyong. You had great times with him. You were in love. But he took his job as a priority and that’s why you left him, without telling you are carrying his baby. You let Jiyoona play on the playground when a man approached you. You saw familiar brown eyes when he took off his sunglasses.
“Hello, Y/N.”
It was him. Jiyong.
*FLASHBACK*
You wrote a note:
I’m sorry, but I’m leaving.
Don’t search for me,
Don’t cry over me.
I’ll miss you, Y/N
The tears kept falling down while you walked downstairs to your car. You remembered he bought you this car, so it wasn’t legally yours, you walked to the bus station, wondering where should you go now. Your parents weren’t an option, but you still had your best friend. You called her and she didn’t mind if you stayed for some time until you find yourself an apartment. You were so grateful for her. You had many friends, but none of them were so connected to you as your best friend from childhood. You had so many memories together. You fought sometimes, but couldn’t be without each other for more than 1 day.
You came to her house, crying. She was comforting me and kept saying how she’ll always be there for you.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get an apartment and you’ll give a birth to a beautiful baby, okay? I’ll always be with you.”
Her voice so calm and full of worry. You appreciated her a lot.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
You picked up Jiyoona and put her in the baby stroller. You had two possibilities.
Talk with him or ignore him.
You tried walking away but he followed you.
“WHY?” he said a bit louder, scaring Jiyoona, who looked up at him.
“Please, just go away.” you said to him, without looking at his face.
He stopped you.
“Let’s talk. I just want to talk. Is she… well… you know… is she mine? I mean it’s been almost 4 years and she must be at least 3 years old…. Tell me.”
You kept thinking in your mind, deciding whether to tell him or not. You were alone for 4 years, raising her… But she should at least know who her father is. And he must know about her.
“She’s yours. What are you going to do now? Introduce her to the public? Visit her secretly until paparazzi find out about her? That’s why I left, Ji. I don’t want her to be famous, she should at least have a normal childhood.”
He was surprised how you were upset. He would never think of a good reason why you left. Now it was right in front of him. He kneeled and gave her hand and said hello then stared at hair eyes for a few moments.
“Let’s just go to your apartment to think about this, okay? I’m upset because you didn’t tell me about her. I have the right to know. I would’ve been there for you and her…”
You couldn’t keep hearing his empty promises and interrupted him.
“Like you’ve been there for me when I needed you? Yeah thanks, but no thanks. If she’d knew who her father was she would just keep thinking you are just an acquaintance. I’m sorry, but let’s just leave this. If you really want to get to know her you’ll have to promise to be there for her. You can’t leave her like you left me. That’s the reason why I left you. You didn’t stay you always just left.”
He remembered all of the fights you went through when he came back home after 2 days being away and working for a couple days straight. He regretted that a lot. He wanted to be a good father and keep her daughter happy. He really wanted to make an effort. She is part of him too. He wanted to be a part of her life.
“I promise, I’ll do anything to make you both happy. That is the past, please give me another chance.”
You never thought you’ll hear him asking for another chance. You always thought you would be the one crawling back to him. ‘It won’t be very bad if he comes over a couple times and plays with her, I guess.’ you thought.
“Okay, I’ll let you see her. You can come whenever you want and come over to get to know her. We’ll see what happens next.” you agreed with him.
He stayed with you and asked you how you were. You felt uncomfortable because he was there. He just came back and you agreed to let him meet Jiyoona.
“Can I talk with her?” he asked and you nodded. You saw his smile when you answered him.
Hi, little girl. What’s your name?” he asked with cute voice.
She was shy for a moment and started to cry, but you stopped and you all sat on the bench.
“It’s okay, Yoonie, do you remember how I talked about your daddy? Say hello, he finally came back. Look it’s daddy.”
She stopped crying and looked at him. Of course, she was still scared of him. He was still a stranger to her. That was the problem, he came in her life now, when she started realizing things and spoke clearly. It made everything confusing for her. She was almost 4 years old and now all of a sudden she gets to meet her father. You know she won’t accept him now. But she’ll get used to him being around.He felt upset because he spent all these 4 years thinking why you left, writing songs about you, he cried. When he saw that note he broke. You wrote you don’t want him to find you, telling him not to cry. He thought it was unfair that you kept her away from him. He was glad he found you. When he saw you walking on the sidewalk earlier he decided to follow you, he was really curious if you cheated on him or if you were babysitting or in the best chance that baby in the baby stroller was his. He was the happiest when you told him she was his.
“Hello, what’s your name, cutie?”
“Ji…yoona. What is your name?” she asked him back.
You always wanted her to be polite to everyone ever since she was a baby.
“Aiiiigooo ~~ You are so cute~~ I’m Jiyong, but you should call me appa.”
They ended up playing together at the playground and you felt happy. You were happy. He was happier. She was the happiest.

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Prompt: This is for @amarvelouswritings 700 follower challenge. My song was Lady Antebellum - Just a kiss. The story takes place right after Loki lands on Earth (before he visits Berlin) in Avengers (so he hasn’t caused any damage yet).

Fandom: Marvel - Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4160

Warnings: language, suicide/suicidal thoughts, domestic/spousal abuse (emotional and physical), depression…?

Notes: First Loki fic on here (I doubt it’s as amazing as others I’ve seen). Beta’d by the ever amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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You ran into the office, winded, stressing about how late you were - 25 minutes, for the–was it the tenth time this month? You winced as every bone and muscle hurt on you, thanks to your asshole husband.

“Y/N,” your boss said as he strolled up to your desk.

“Yes?” You turned instantly to face him. He had always been a rather lenient man for your tardiness and excuses to run home or leave early.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but this is unacceptable. You’re late again. This is the eleventh time this month,” he said, trying to be gentle.

You were getting fired.

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“Family” Part Two

Words: 1,581

Norman Reedus x Daughter Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Link to part one

Originally posted by kendaspntwd


“You have got to be kidding me.” Anna showed up at my doorstep. It had been a few days since my encounter with my dad. I haven’t seen him since, he had to fly to San Diego for Comic Con, but he’d be back next week.

“Anna? What are you doing here? We don’t usually meet until seven.” I say, looking at the clock. It was barely six in the morning- the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“I told you to watch The Walking Dead, not have coffee with Norman fucking Reedus!” Her eyes are wide.

“How do you know about that?” I questioned her, letting her come inside. She obviously wasn’t leaving.

“Have you been online lately?”

“No, I’ve been busy trying to finish my homework. AP Calculus is kicking my ass. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Search up Norman on Google. Look at the recent media posts about him.” She looks at me weirdly. I pull out my phone, typing in his name. I gasp at the results- there were pictures of the two of us drinking coffee together, being swamped by fans, and getting into the taxi together. The headlines were worse. ‘Norman’s new woman?’ ‘Hot young girl getting coffee with Norman Reedus- See the pics!’ ‘Norman is dating a mystery girl!’

“Oh my god.” I want to scream.

“I just want to know how the fuck you managed to score him! I’ve been trying to get his attention through Twitter forever.” She seemed frustrated.

“Ew, listen, I did not ‘score him.’ We’re not, like, together.” I try to say calmly.

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, if I tell you something, you can’t tell a soul.” I tell her.

“Swear.”

“He’s my dad.”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I just found out.”

“Wow.” She seems like she can’t figure out what to say. “Okay.”

“It’s a lot to process, I know. Trust me.” I grab some water from the kitchen.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to tell people.”

“People are going to treat me differently. I don’t want people to want to be my friend just because I have a famous dad.” I admit.

“Oh, hun.” Anna laughs. “People are going to treat you differently regardless. They think you two are, like, dating.”

-

I underestimated his fame.

People stopped me on the streets while I walked to school, asking me questions about my “relationship” with my father. I ignored them and just kept walking, but people still looked at me funny. The whole day throughout school, everyone looked at me weird. Some girls looked jealous, other disgusted. Most of the guys just smiled at me.

“So, dating a big shot, huh?” One of my soccer teammates came up to me in the locker room after practice. “I’m jealous. He’s like a sex god.”

I looked at her in disgust before slamming my locker door, walking away.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to make you mad.” She followed me.

“We’re not dating. Not even close. So please leave me alone.” I say with attitude, opening the door and walking outside. “And feel free to tell everyone else that. I’m tired of being stared at.”

I get in bed as soon as I get home, exhausted. All I want to do is talk to my mom, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I grab my phone, going through my twitter feed. It’s filled with people talking about me. Shocker. I don’t even read them. They’re probably just more bullshit rumors.

I was about to shut it off when a new post pops up- a video from the San Diego Comic Con. I click on it, seeing that it was the Walking Dead’s con. It starts off with the announcer talking to my dad, who is not paying attention to him at all. My dad was too busy messing around with the guy who’s name tag says “Andrew Lincoln.” I frown, realizing that this was the guy who I’ve been telling Anna is hot for ages, and he’s seemingly my dad’s friend. Crush gone.

“Norman, we’ve got a question from a fan.” The announcer says, and my dad starts paying attention.

“Hi, Norman! We’ve been all wondering- who was that girl you were with a few days ago?” This blonde lately asks.

“She’s my daughter.”

The crowd goes crazy. I guess they didn’t know I existed.

“You have another kid besides Mingus? What’s her name?” A fan yells from the crowd.

“I don’t know if she’s comfortable with me telling the world that.”

Then the screen cuts black, and the video is over. Half of me is glad he told everyone, so people will stop looking at me like I’m some huge seventeen year old slut dating an older guy. But another half of me is upset. My life is about to change dramatically. Suddenly, I’m not just Y/N anymore. People are going to look at me and just see Norman’s daughter.

I pull out my phone and call my dad.

“What’s going on?” He answered. There was talking in the background, like he was out with friends or something.

“I can call you later if you’re busy.”

“Give me a minute.” He says to someone in the background, and then the noise stops. “Sorry, all the cast members and I are together in the hotel room. Celebrating for the last night of being here.”

“Don’t apologize. I just needed to talk to someone. My mom’s not here, and I’m just super stressed out. People are stopping me on the streets and taking pictures of me. Everyone at my school are treating me weird. I don’t know what to do.” I sigh.

“Hey, look, I go through this all the time. So did Mingus. It’ll die down eventually.”

“Mingus?” I question.

“Yeah, I uh, I have another kid.”

“You’re a busy man.” I joke.

“Shut up.” He laughs. “You know, I fly back into New York tomorrow morning. Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? I don’t have much to do, but I got a cat and a bunch of South Park recorded on TV if you’re into that thing.”

“I have school.”

“I live in a different borough, not a different state. You can still get to school. Hell, it’s only for a few days, you could skip school if you wanted and we could actually hang out. I don’t have long until I have to fly back to Atlanta to film.” He drove a hard bargain.

“Fine.” I finally say. “Can you just pick me up after school tomorrow? I don’t want to have to walk all the way home just to have to leave again.”

“I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See ya.”

-

The next day was worse. People literally stopped me on the streets to take a picture with me, which was the weirdest thing. They all knew my name, so I guess someone spilled information to the tabloids.

School was about the same. People stared at me all day, but at least not in disgust this time. A few people tried asking me if they could meet my dad but I just ignored them. Finally the bell rang, indicating that school was over. Thank god.

“You coming to practice?” Anna asked me as we took our stuff out of the lockers.

“Nah.” I shut my locker door. “Got shit to do.”

“Coach is going to be mad.”

“No offense, but I don’t really give a flying fuck what coach thinks. I go to every single practice. I have never missed one, and I participate in every single game. Now, if you’d excuse me, I still have shit to do.”

Yeah, she is a little annoying sometimes, but I didn’t mean to be that rude to her. “I’m sorry. I just have a lot going on.”

“It’s fine. Go. I’ll tell her you got sick.” She smiles weakly at me.

I hug her before I go outside. I see a car sitting in front of the school with dark tinted windows. The window to the backseat rolls down, and my dad smiles at me.

“You ready?” He asks. The people outside gasp, but thankfully don’t freak out. I nod and get inside the car.

“Upper East Side, please.” He tells the driver.

“A driver, huh?” I raise my eyebrows at him once I get settled in the car.

“I’m not a pretentious douchebag, if that’s what you’re hinting at.” He laughs.

“Jesus, I feel like I’m in Gossip Girl. Serena, where at you?” I joke.

“What?” He asks.

“Nevermind.”

We get to his apartment building a while later. It’s nice-definitely the Upper East Side. The driver let both of us out, and we walked up to his apartment.

“This is where you live?” I gaped. It was huge, at least for New York standards. It was also really messy, but the nice furniture and the cute cat meeting us at the door made up for it.

“Yeah, sorry it looks like a tornado blew through here. I’ve been sleeping all day and didn’t clean.” He admits.

“I don’t mind. You saw where I lived.”

“Want some food? There’s leftover Chinese in the fridge from lunch.”

“Starving.”

I reheat the food, and then take a seat on his couch while I turn on the TV.

Maybe being his daughter isn’t so bad after all. 

The Devil’s Toy Box

by reddit user MrClarenceWorley

“The Devil’s Toy Box” is an urban legend that savvier horror fans will recognize as the inspiration for the infamous Lament Configuration from Clive Barker’s seminal Hellraiser series. Though in reality the titular “box” is not a toy at all but rather a small room where the floor, the ceiling, and the walls are each composed of one giant mirror.

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Chumpstreet

A/N: Okay y’all, I threw this trash pile together last night for that anon. Again I’m really sorry for the lack of updates. Up next I got a pranking fic with Hercules Mulligan! Also for the sake of this fic the reader is mixed.


Teen!Reader x Teen!Anthony ft. Dad!Dean

 

Originally posted by strengthcas

Originally posted by i-hope-that-you-burrn

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Dean liked to think that he was a good dad, he taught you how to drive, shoot a gun, he let you have your first drink when you were 12. He was never really a touchy feely dad, he didn’t do good with feelings, or dates, or most things that dad did, but he loved you more than anything which meant a hell of a lot more than him planning you some extravagant birthday party.


But today he realized, he’s not as on top of everything as he thought. He and Sam had just pulled into the bunker after a two week long hunting binge and saw Jody’s car in their driveway.

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Cold and Close

Pairing: Sam x female Reader

Characters: Dean

Warnings: Lots of fluff (again). 

A/N: I’ve been writing a lot of Dean recently, and I needed some cute lil’ Sammy in my life. Here’s the result. Enjoy y’all :)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“Cold, Sammy?” Dean turned the fan dial up a notch in the Impala.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam shot his brother the adorable half smile you’d come to love.

From the back seat, you listened to them talk and argue about the music. It had been going on for the past three hours as you drove to the next hunt. The case was in Maine and it was December. Everything was frozen, and snow was falling. You sighed and curled up under your favorite fleece blanket. Sam turned around when he heard you.

“You okay back there?” He turned around and reached his hand back to rest it on your leg.

“I’m good. Maine is cold.” You chuckled.

“Here.” He shimmied out of his jacket and turned so he could lay it over you. 

“Sammy, no. You’re cold too. I have a blanket.” You felt guilty.

“I’m fine, take it.” He placed the thick material over your upper body and turned back to watch the road.

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The Call

(Jimin drabble #4)

W: implied smut - sort of

It was a long busy day for Park Jimin.

The day had started early, filled with continuous long hours of business meetings and gatherings that only ended just before the sun retreated for the night, when he left the last meeting location and decided to let Yoongi dragged him to a certain bar downtown.

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Mini’s Ghost Chp3 The Sobbing Ghost Part 1

Here it is! This one will be in two parts because I wanted it to be! I’m super excited about this chapter. Mini finally learns that helping ghosts isn’t all smooth sailing. So please do enjoy and there is some violence in here so be warned.


It’s been a week since Ohm came into Mini’s life. The news spirit had made himself comfortable pretty quickly. He was getting around the house much easier now that he knew where all the furniture was and was hardly bumping into things anymore. But that didn’t stop Tyler from following him around like a mother hen, always there just in case Ohm fell or bumped into something. Mini had teased him relentlessly about it, calling him over protective.

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Night Falls: Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, 

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 1,537

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Past Chapters: Prologue


Dean sits at his desk, shifting through paperwork from his last case that he had been putting off for the last two weeks–despite the fact that his boss had been asking for it every day since he closed the case.

“Winchester!” E.A.D Singer calls from the doorway of his office. Dean throws up a hand.

“I’m working on it!” His gruff voice calls over this shoulder, his hand falling back to the keyboard.

“Winchester.” Singer huffs, already sounding exhausted even though it’s only 2pm. Dean swivels and his chair and looks over, giving Singer his full attention.

Singer holds up a file and motions with it for Dean to get into his office, disappearing back to his desk. Dean stands, his dress shoes brushing along the dingy grey carpet before he steps into Singer’s office, knowing well enough to close the door behind him.

“What’s up?” Dean asks as he takes a seat across from Singer.

“Think you may have finally caught a break.” Singer slides the file across his desk to Dean before leaning back in his chair, watching with old, steel eyes at his young agent. 

Dean reaches out and picks it up, his eyes scanning a metro police report.

“What’s this?” Dean looks down at the report confused, not understanding how a parking garage shooting was the FBI’s concerned. He flips to the next page, his eyes widening when seeing the victim’s name.

“Sam Hein?” Dean sits up straighter. “Crowley’s finance guy.”

“Was Crowley’s finance guy.” Singer corrects him, shifting in his seat to pick up his coffee cup and take a sip. “Someone gunned him down last night.”

Dean closes the file shut and throws it back down onto Singer’s desk, shrugging.

“So what?” Dean leans back in his chair, holding up his hands. “This isn’t the first of Crowley’s men to turn up dead. I’ll just add him to the list.”

Singer sighs and shakes his head.

“Would you read the god damn file for once, Winchester?” Singer throws the file back at Dean–wishing he could smack him across the head with it–the file caught haphazardly against Dean’s chest.

Dean stares at Singer for a moment, knowing he’s just one more smart-ass remark away from getting chewed out–again–before thumbing through the file, taking time to take in the words on the report. 

Dean’s back straightens as his shoulders drop.

“There’s a witness?” Dean perks up, the pages of the file flying as he tries to find the witness statement.

“A woman by the name of Y/F/N Y/L/N encountered the shooter before he fired twice at her.” Singer relaxes back into his chair.

As Dean’s eyes scan through her statement, he realizes her description matched that of Allen “Al” Zazel, Crowley’s unofficial, official right-hand man.

“She saw him.” Dean states, his mouth slackening as he runs a hand through his short hair, giving it a slight pull. After being on this case for seven years, worked eighteen murders, and chased countless leads that always fell through, they finally had a witness.

Singer nods, tapping his fingers against the desk.

“Metro PD is holding her right now. I told them you’d be there to pick her up.”

Dean jumps up from his chair, tapping the file against the desk and pointing it at Singer, biting his lip before heading for the door, suddenly ecstatic. 

“And read the damn file for once!” Singer yells after him, the tips of his ears turning red from the rise in his blood pressure that only Winchester seems to be able to cause. Dean waves the file above his head, acknowledging he heard him before grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair and flipping his car keys into the air and catching them.

He was off to the metro PD for his first break in seven years.

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Tutor Love - Wally West x Reader

Originally posted by waylandteens

Requested by Anon -  Wally West falling for Impulses aka Bart’s AP English tutor.

“Think about it, Bart,” you encourage as Bart struggled to explain one of the many metaphors in The Great Gatsby. You were both in the school’s library where you hold your tutoring sessions. Bart was one of your most frequent students for he was struggling to pass AP English. Honestly, you felt sorry for him.

“The green light represents…,” Bart begins, biting his lip. “Gatsby’s quest to get Daisy back.”

You give him a big smile. “That’s one interpretation. Good job, Bart,” you praise, making him blush. “We’re going to get you to pass the AP test, I just know it.” Glancing at your watch, you realize the time. “Well, our session is up.”

As you both begin to gather your things, Bart clears his throat. “I want to thank you for helping me, (Y/N).”

“It’s not a problem, besides it’s my job,” you laugh as you slip your coat on. 

“Can I walk you out,” Bart offers, coming up to walk beside you. 

Smiling at him before throwing your backpack over your shoulder. “Yes, you can,” you reply, your smile widening as Bart’s grew. He was so adorable.

Bart and you chatted as you walk out the front doors of the school towards the parking lot. When you two were halfway to the parking lot, you noticed a red-headed man jogging towards you.

“Bart, come on,” he shouted as he approach. “We’re already late as it is…” His words fade off when he was close enough to see you. He looked like he was struck in the head by a two-by-four. 

“Sorry, Wally. I was chatting with (Y/N),” Bart replies innocently. “(Y/N), this is my cousin once removed, Wally. Wally, this is my tutor, (Y/N).”

You held out your hand to him while he just continued to stare at you. “It’s nice to meet you, Wally,” you greet, raising an eyebrow when he didn’t react. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare, bringing your hand back to your side.  Deciding you really should get out of here, you turn back to Bart. “I’ll see you on Wednesday, Bart.” You take another worried glance at the stunned Wally, whose eyes followed you when you headed towards your car. 


“Who are they,” Wally stutters as he and Bart watch you drive away.

“They’re my AP English tutor, (Y/N). I introduced you,” Bart states, unimpressed with Wally’s behavior. 

Wally turned to Bart, confused. “You did?”

“Yeah, I did,” Bart says sharply. “And you just stood there staring at them like an idiot. They even held their hand out, and you ignored them.”

“Really,” Wally exclaims, slapping a hand on his forehead. “They were so beautiful, I didn’t notice.” Wally’s eyes widened as he realize the consequences of his actions. “Do you think I freaked them out?”

Bart rolled his eyes before throwing his hands in the air. “Well, yeah. I’d be freaked out to if this guy I just met didn’t shake my hand when I offered it and stared at me with a dumb expression,” Bart shouts as he whips around to head towards Wally’s car. “You are so clueless,” he mutters under this breath as he marches to the car, leaving a confused and star-stuck Wally behind.


Wally did freak you out the first day, but after Bart explained that Wally was an imbecile who was socially awkward, you forgave him. After all, he was kind of cute.

For weeks after, Wally would pick up Bart after your tutoring sessions. At first, he would meet you both near the parking lot, but later he began to appear in the library at the end of Bart’s lesson. You still weren’t sure what to make of him.

Most of the time, Wally would flirt with you a bit, calling you beautiful and saying suggestive comments. He made you blush a lot, which only made Bart roll his eyes at the both of you. You didn’t think anything would come of it until that day.

You and Bart had just finished your latest session. Shakespeare was the subject for today, and poor Bart barely made it through. While you were reassuring him, Wally appeared. 

“Hi, Beautiful,” he charms, walking up to stand beside you. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Wally,” you response, giving him a small smile. You notice Bart rolling his eyes at Wally’s failure to greet him. “How are you?”

Wally gives you a cheesy smile before answering, “I’m better now that I’m here with you.” You laugh, shaking your head at him. Bart shifts his gaze between the two of you as if waiting for something.

You begin to gather your things as Wally and Bart share a look. “Hey, (Y/N), do you drink coffee,” Wally asks nonchalantly. 

“Yes, I do,” you say, giving him a sly look in an attempt to understand what he was trying to do.

Wally smiles at your answer. “I was wondering if you would like to go for coffee sometime?”

You take a moment to think about it, just to tease him. His face falls a fraction as you all sit in silence. Chuckling at his expression, you give him a grin. “I’d like that.” Wally breaks back into that cheesy smile from before as his eyes light up. Bart shakes his head at both of you.

Grabbing your pen off the table, you take Wally’s hand to write your phone number on it. His eyes widen in surprise as your pen tickles his hand. “Call me,” you say, before grabbing your bag, and turning to Bart. “I’ll see you next week, Bart.” With that, you disappear out of the library door. 

They sit in silence for a moment before Bart opens his mouth. “It’s about time. I thought you would never ask,” he complains, grabbing his own bag.

“Hey, I like to do things at my own pace,” Wally shoots back as they both head towards the doors. He thinks a moment, sending Bart a suspicious look. “Why do you care so much?”

Bart quickly looks away, rubbing the back of his head. “No reason,” he replies hurriedly as they both walk out of the building and towards the parking lot.


Wally took you out for coffee the next day, having called you an hour after you gave him your phone number. After chatting at one of the tables in the coffee shop for about thirty minutes, you decided to take him to one of your favorite places.

It was a old bookstore that held new and used books. The smell is what you loved about the place, the scent of paper and dust was refreshing in a weird way.  

“So, this is your favorite place,” Wally asks softly as you both peruse the section of older books. You nodded in a reply, sending him a half-smile as you were nervous to hear what he thought. “It suits you.”

“Really,” you remark, raising an eyebrow at him. “Is it because I’m an AP English tutor, or because I’m old?”

Wally’s eyes widen at your words, thinking he insulted you. “No, I didn’t mean it like that…”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, interrupting his unnecessary apology. He breathes a sigh of relief. 

“So,” he begins, changing the subject. “Have you read most of these books?”

Your eyes skim the titles of the books in front of you. “Most of them,” you say, recognizing each title. You blush at Wally’s amazed expression. “I was very bored as a child.”

“Wow, that’s…wow,” Wally breathed, staring at the books in front of him as if trying to comprehend someone reading them all. After a moment, Wally shook himself out of his amazement. “Which one is your favorite?” 

“Oh, boy. That’s a hard question,” you answer, letting out a breath. “They all have their ups and downs, but to pick just one is too difficult.” 

Wally nods in understanding. “I get it. It’s like when people want me to name my favorite food, but there’s too many choices that I enjoy to pick just one.” You smirk at his reference to food. Taking his hand in yours, you pull him down the aisle to see a different selection of books.

“This one is very good though,” you say, taking down a older edition of Black Beauty from the shelf to look at it. “I must have read it at least ten times when I was younger.” You hand it to Wally.

He looks at it with wonder. “I don’t think I have read it,” he admits while secretly peeking at the price tag on the back of the book. You give him an understanding smile. 

“I’m not really surprised because it is a dated book,” you say kindly. “It was written in the 1800s.” You began to drift down the aisle, gazing at the books along the way. Wally hid the book behind his back as he moves to follow you.


Wally took dropped you off your house before heading back to his own place. He had been able to secretly buy the copy of Black Beauty when you were in the bathroom. Wally planned to read it before he saw you again.

Wally had just entered his apartment when a gust of wind almost knocked him over. Suddenly, Bart was in front of him, bouncing around excitedly. 

“How did it go,” he asks with his words slurring together. 

Wally shook his head before hanging up his coat. “Why did you break into my apartment?” 

Bart rolled his eyes before asking again. “How did it go?”

“It went fine, thanks for asking,” Wally shot back, setting the plastic bag containing the book on the end table near the door. “Now, goodbye Bart.”

Bart’s eyes widen when he saw the plastic bag. “What did you buy?”

“Why are you so nosy about this? Can’t you go bug Jaime or something,” Wally protests as he makes his way toward the kitchen. 

Bart speeds over to open the plastic bag to see the book inside. His face breaks out into a wide grin. “Yes, you did it,” he exclaims before zooming to capturing Wally in a hug. “I thought you would never get to it. This is so crash.”

“What are you talking about,” Wally questions, gasping when Bart’s hug took the breath right out of him. 

“You and (Y/N) are going to get together like you did in the future. You’ll get married and have Billy and Annie…,” Bart rambles on before catching himself. “Oops, spoilers.” 

Wally was frozen for a moment to comprehend what Bart was saying. “You planned this out? Is that why you had me come pick you up that time, so (Y/N) and I could meet?”

“Yeah,” Bart admits happily, letting Wally escape his hug. “I knew I couldn’t come out and say how you two are supposed to be together, so I tried to be sneaky.”

“But how do you know if we will stay together,” Wally doubts, not believing Bart. “Our future isn’t like the future you came from.”

“You bought the book,” Bart exclaims, zooming away to grab the book from the table to hold it in front of Wally’s face. 

“What does that have to do with anything,” Wally asks, annoyed with Bart’s assumptions. He just went on the first date with you, it didn’t mean you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. 

Bart waves the book in Wally’s face as if to make a point. “The book is the key to your relationship,” he explains. “(Y/N) from the future told me all about how you romanticized them with their favorite childhood book. This is so crash.”

Wally snatches the book away from Bart. “You can’t know that,” Wally protests, hating how he may have lost all the uncertainty of your relationship. He found he enjoyed not knowing where your relationship would lead.

“You’ll see,” Bart teases, dancing around the room. “I can’t wait to be in your wedding. Can I be your best man? Oh, and wait until you see your kids…” Bart began to talk so fast that everything he said became a hum to Wally.

Wally collapses down onto his living room couch, trying to absorb what Bart had said. After some thought, he realized he was happy to know that you and him would be together for the rest of your lives.  A smile broke out on his face as he watches Bart bounce around the room in his excitement. 

I am Baby

Reader Request: Hi. Do you write human!impala? Could you do one with either of the boys and human!Impala? Something smutty, maybe? Can she be brown-skinned/ dark-skinned? I’m thinking she’d either be naive because she didn’t really know how humans work, or she’d be very knowledgeable due to all of Dean’s past conquests in her back seat. Or maybe she thinks she knows stuff, but she she doesn’t? So something smutty but funny? I’m sorry this is all over the place. Thanks either way. (requested by smile-it-wont-suck-forever)

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader/human!Impala

Word Count: 3642

Warnings:  reluctant Dean; virgin reader (she was a car, so yeah she’s a virgin); angsty

Author’s Note: I wanted this to be funny, but the story had other ideas. So, it came out sort of sad and angsty.

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Somewhere

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 5,253

Warnings: Some swearing, discussion of homesickness

Summary: Steve and the reader take a trip to Philadelphia to see her cousin, and things go awry.

Author’s note: This took me forever to write and turned out to be ten times longer than I originally intended. It’s very, very loosely inspired by Before We Go (I finally watched it a couple weeks ago and it made me cry) but very much based on my many experiences with Philly’s god-awful public transit. Enjoy!

Originally posted by thatplaidnerd


“Do you know where you’re going?”

“Even if I didn’t, that’s what my phone is for.”

“Why don’t you just bring a map?”

“I grew up on technology, Steve. I have no idea how to read a map,” you replied, trying to mask your annoyance, while exiting off the turnpike and checking your phone for when your next turn would be.

You sat in an uncomfortable silence, before trying to fiddle with the radio again.

“I got it,” Steve said, gently pushing your hand back to the wheel. “This is pretty similar to what we had in our cars back in the day.” He turned the dial back and forth until the needle settled on a station playing classic rock and leaned back in his seat.

           “Remind me again why you insisted on driving when this car is older than you are?” He smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.

           “Because I went to Philly all the time growing up and I’m a better driver.”

            “I beg to differ.”

           “You wanted to drive that dinosaur of a Beetle here when it wouldn’t have made it past Newark!”

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Arranged Marriage: Sehun Edition.  Part 4

Word Count: 3487

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 ongoing…

I woke up too early in the morning.

The sun was still shining weakly, but at the same time, it was the brightest time of the day. The rays of sunshine have a different sparkle in them when it’s so early in the morning. They bring happiness everywhere they go and I also felt like my life had never been brighter.

I almost forgot everything that had happened the previous day, but the memories flooded my mind when I looked out of the window and saw Sehun’s car.

I remembered our drive back home from that party. Tears had been streaming down my face and I couldn’t stop them until Sehun parked his car next to our house and I ran for my room. It was embarrassing. I was embarrassed, but I convinced myself that it was okay to let my emotions take over control for once.

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Serendipity

Title: Serendipity

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,657

Summary-ish: Everyone has a tattoo, and only their soulmate matches it. 

Warning: description of being hurt while hunting, stitching the wound

Song: Fooled Around and Fell In Love, by: Elvin Bishop 

~~~~~

Death himself may be the only being without one. Even that, no one knew for sure. Whether it be on someones wrist or painted across their backs, it was there. And only one other persons matched it.

In grade school, you remember your friend Sarah’s - a circle with beautiful swirls inside, right there on her shoulder. Then there was Matt, who matched hers. Ever since high school they’ve been inseparable. Now sitting in the library cleaning Sam and Dean’s guns, you wondered how their wedding went.

“Thanks” Sam passed you a glass of water, and got to work on wiping down dirty machetes. You looked at the back of Sam’s hand where from his wrist to his finger knuckles ran what looked like tree branches. It was beautiful.

“I think this ones jammed” you muttered, clicking the safety on and off. Sam squinted his eyes, “That’s an old one, just toss it if it’s broke” he said and you nodded, putting it aside. The metal on its handle was scratched with some dried blood on the bottom; you wondered which monster it belonged to.

You’d been hunting with the brothers for almost two years, finding home in the bunker, which you’ve grown to call “ours”. Hunting with them made everything easier, but somehow harder at the same time. While the three of you could take down twenty vamps in a matter of minutes, dealing with the King of Hell or all of Heaven’s armies didn’t come at a small price.

Quiet days like these were rare, and you let your mind wander. Sam looked up to catch your eyes on his tattoo, completely spaced out and daydreaming.

“What’s yours?” he asked and you retreated from your thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Your tattoo, what is it?” he asked, shaking the dusty rag.

“It doesn’t matter, I can’t have a soulmate in this life” you said quietly, still not meeting his eyes. “It’s practically impossible. Let’s say I find my mystery mate” you began, this time more enthusiastically, “They’ll get killed by a shapeshifter or something. I stopped trying for that life a while back, Sam” you said and he nodded.

“In college I tried” he said, moments later.

“Did you find her?”

“I found someone, and I thought maybe I could break the rules. We were together for so long” he said, and you wondered if he was talking about Jess, “but fate doesn’t won’t have that”.

“I’m sorry” you said and he nodded, wiping down the last blade.

~~

The diner smelled of burgers and beer, your two favorite things. While Sam found a table, you and Dean played a game you made up months back, where you’d point to someone and the other person makes up a job for them. Dean elbowed you in the ribs and pointed to a man with a completely red striped suit and you wondered how in the hell he ended up in Kansas.

“Maybe there’s a circus in town and he needed a drink?” you asked and Dean laughed.

“Yeah, so he’ll forget that hat” Dean added and you laughed, staring at the polka dotted hat.

“It would be a cute hat if he wore it with a different outfit” you said once you slid into the booth. Dean sat across from you and nodded his head no.

“I’m serious!” you exclaimed, “I think you could pull it off”.

“No thanks” he said smiling, holding the small specials paper between his fingers. He was practically drooling over the damn menu.

Sam ordered himself a salad, and you ordered a double burger with fries.

“I’ll have that too, but add bacon” Dean said and the waitress nodded, throwing him a wink. You scrunched your nose and looked at her neck. A tiny tattoo adorned it.

Once the food came you dug in, finishing it in record time.

“Slow down, it’s not healthy to eat that quickly” Sam said and both you and Dean stared at him.

“Alright, give yourselves stomach problems, ask me if I care” he said and you let out a laugh. Sam rolled his eyes and kicked you under the table. You raised a brow and kicked your best friend back, eventually leading him into a full on leg wrestling match.

“Anyways” Dean said before licking his thumb, “I found a hunt”.

You groaned in annoyance and Dean raised a brow at you.

“Save it for the bedroom” he said, and you rolled your eyes kicking his shin under the table. He faked pain and continued on about the case. Apparently a state over there is a pack of werewolves, a whole family of them who already killed four innocents.

“Then why are we sitting here?” you drank down the rest of the soda and wiped your hands. Dean shrugged and looked at Sam who agreed by nodding.

“Then let’s hit the road” Dean said and dropped a wad of cash on the table. You stopped back at the bunker and grabbed all three duffels, meeting the boys back at the Impala. You tossed the bags into trunk before stretching out in the backseat.

Dean looked at you through the rearview mirror, giving you a nod of assurance. You weren’t sure what it was, but he’d do it before the ride to each hunt. There was a sort of comfort in it. With a small smile on your lips, the music lulled you to sleep.

Sam and Dean continued speaking, occasionally teasing each other. The music dwindled to a light hum once Dean realized you were asleep. Sam looked at his brother, then back at the road. He’d never figure him out.

Dean hardly ever thought about the tattoo, or at least he liked to believe that. Some nights he’d stay awake with one hand fisted under the pillow, the other holding the end of the blanket. He’d been around with women who thought that maybe they shared the same tattoo, but none of them ever did. Dean didn’t care if those girls matched his tattoo, even if they did, he’d lie to keep them out of danger. After time he stopped looking for the tattoo on people and instead began ignoring it. Maybe he thought, just maybe, it would hurt less that way.

~~

The ride was bumpy, no matter how many potholes Dean tried to avoid. The last one woke you up with a jolt, and you rubbed your head where you hit it off the handle.

“Damnit” you muttered, “How much longer is the ride?”

“Morning sunshine” Dean said and you rolled your eyes, “Another hour”

You whispered some profanity before asking for a bathroom stop.

“There should be one around this corner” Sam pointed and Dean swerved the car left. Quickly you and Sam walked into the mini mart while Dean filled up the tank.

“You got the silver bullets right?” you asked before swinging open the door.

“Double checked” Sam said and you continued to grab some chips and snacks.

“Look, your favorite” Sam tossed a bag of gummy bears at you and you shoved them into the basket.

Dean was leaning against the Impala when you tossed him a bag of chips and he opened it immediately. Laughing you grabbed your duffel, taking it into the backseat with you.

Once Dean began driving you took out an old tape you had and passed it up to Dean.

“Please? Just for this hour?” you pleaded and after some hesitation Dean popped it in.

The music filled the car and you leaned back, sprawling your legs across the backseat.

I must have been through about a million girls. I’d love ‘em and I’d leave them alone” you sang quietly to yourself, which didn’t go unnoticed by the brothers.

I didn’t care how much they cried, no sir. Their tears left me cold as a stone”

“You guys have to sing with me!” you exclaimed and saw Dean begin the next line.

“But then I fooled around and fell in love!” the three of you shouted with the music, even Sam couldn’t help but laugh.  

Dean continued singing along, drumming on the steering wheel. You doubted he’d give the tape back.

~~

The Impala finally rode into a secluded area, mostly trees and the remnants of old settlements. Dean parked behind a large tree, and met you by the trunk while loading in the bullets.

“We’ll go around the house” he pointed to a shabby old shack, the wood looked burnt and sad. As if it knew what rested inside of it. “And go through the back door” he finished, and both you and Sam followed him inside.

Sam curled his fingers around his gun, and it still fascinated you just how beautiful his tattoo was, and you remembered how odd yours was. One could only see the top third of it if your jeans rode too low on your hips. It was as if a vine curled in on itself, wanting to form a loop but wasn’t long enough. You never understood it. When you were younger you imagined as the years passed by the vine would grow and encompass your thigh, creating a beautiful design. It never did though; the ink couldn’t grow. It was just a silly childhood desire.

“Focus, Y/N” Dean said in a low voice.

“What?” you whispered.

“Just be careful” he said, and a noise sounded from upstairs. Dean ran in front of you. As if you couldn’t handle yourself.

You ran after him, signaling to Sam to check the room on the right.

“Don’t move” he told you and you grit your teeth.

“I’ve been hunting just as long as you, I think I can protect myself” you said, stepping before him and walking towards one of the larger bedrooms.

“Y/N, I didn’t me-” Dean began but a loud growling silenced him.

“Shit” you whispered, “Shit shit shit” you continued, as if it were a spell that’d kill all the wolves.

“Please! Don’t hurt me!” a woman, no older than thirty, stepped out from the shadows. But something about her threw you off.

“Where’s the rest of your pack?” you spat.

“I’m not part of them! Please!” she pleaded and you glanced at Dean who snuck into the next room.

“Then sit down and don’t talk” you said and she listened. Once you turned around, you knew you should’ve followed your instincts when a claw ripped down your arm.

“You bitch!” you shouted, turning around and firing three bullets into her chest.

“Y/N! Move!” Sam shouted and you looked to your side to see two werewolves jumping towards you. You ducked the first, rolling him over and firing another bullet into his chest.

The second one tackled Sam and you shot it too.

“Dean!” you shouted, looking for him. You followed where you thought he went, over the ripped carpet and past the dusty blinds, to find him pinned against the floor. You lunged towards the werewolf, who threw you to the ground.

“Oh you little-” you began, but the monster jumped on you, tearing it’s claws down your side.

You screamed from pain, feeling the blood pump out of you. The gun was too far from your reach and each kick came out weaker and weaker as the puddle of blood beneath you grew larger.

“Son of a bitch” Dean shouted and shot the monster from behind. He tossed it off you and looked at the gash in your side. The tears wouldn’t blink away.

“Just don’t move” Dean took his shirt and pressed it to your side, bringing the bleeding to a minimum.

“Sammy! Get in here!” Dean shouted, and both boys carried you to the Impala.

Sam drove, and Dean laid you down in the backseat, resting your head on his legs.

“Don’t move” he said, pressing his shirt tighter on your side. “Sammy, find a motel” he said and his little brother nodded, making a sharp left. You hissed from pain and shut your eyes.

“You shouldn’t have done that” Dean said, and you hadn’t noticed he’d been squeezing your hand.

“Saved you?” you spat. “Alright, I’ll try not to next time” your voice came out raspy. Dean clenched his jaw and brought you into the motel through the back door while Sam bought a room.

“Drink this” he shoved a bottle of whiskey in your direction and you gladly gulped half of it down.

“I got the first aid kit” Sam brought it near you, but Dean just took it from his hands.

“I got it” he told his brother and Sam tilted his head but shrugged.

“I’ll be in the shower” Sam tossed his dirty shirt onto the floor, and moments later you heard the water running.

Dean worked quietly, his face deep in concentration as he threaded the needle in and out of your skin.

You winced at the next stitch and he looked at you apologetically. He poured some more alcohol onto the wound, and began unbuttoning your jeans.

“Woah there, cowboy” you said, and he finally let out a smile.

“It goes down into your hip” he said and while he began threading the needle once more, you carefully maneuvered yourself out of the bloody denim.

He turned back to you and passed you the bottle again. You tipped it towards him and took a swig of it.

Dean looked down at your hip, almost dropping his needle.

“Well?” you asked, trying to see what he was looking at. His eyes landed on your tattoo and you sighed. “Strange, right?” you asked, and he stood up, still not meeting your eyes.

“Dean?” you asked, but he looked as scared as a child. Gingerly he placed the needle on the nightstand and unbuttoned his jeans enough to pull them down a bit.

You swallowed hard looking at the ink on his hip. The vine that just wouldn’t grow.

Instantly the whiskey bottle met your lips again, and you chugged down the golden liquid, feeling it burn your throat. Dean sat back by your side, and without another word began sewing up the gash. He wasn’t as careful as before, his hand was shaking slightly, but you didn’t tell him.

He wiped the dried blood away, tossing the napkins into the trash. He ran his thumb along the thick red line, each stitch prominent under his thumb.

“Dean” you said quietly and his eyes met yours.

“This- we’re- I didn’t-”

“Dean” you repeated. “I’m scared too” you said, and suddenly felt tears fall down your cheeks. Whether they were from joy or fear, you couldn’t tell. Dean’s brain began working overtime, trying to think of ways to get you out of it - to burn that damn tattoo off if he needed to.

“I can’t let you get hurt just because your tattoo matches mine” he said, “If you die, it’s on me”.

You looked at him, really looked at him.

“Or your tattoo matches mine. So if you die, it’s on me too” you said, “That’s how the tattoo works. We share it” you said, trying to reach for Dean’s. You swallowed down the pain and sat up, running your thumb over the loop on his hip. “Our souls are connected, Dean” you smiled up at him and wiped your tears with your palms.

“I guess so” Dean said, taking your hand from his skin and into his own.

“Sam will freak” you laughed with Dean and he helped you pull on a shirt.

Dean couldn’t help but smile as you struggled with the sleeves. 

“Y/N” he said and you looked at him. He wrapped a strong hand around you, and held your cheek with the other. You smiled and leaned into him. His lips fit perfectly with yours, moving as if you really were one. Now Dean knew, he didn’t need a tattoo to tell him you were soulmates.