he saw what no one else saw. sam always does; because he gets people

That Mouth of Yours

Summary: Loki takes full advantage of Tony’s costume party to let the reader know exactly how he feels. 

Word Count: 3380

Song paring: Gods and Monsters- Lana Del Rey (https://youtu.be/3BwfuFuYOWE

Authors note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Enjoy some good ole Loki smut to get you through the night;) 

Tony clapped his hands together, “ Alright people, so that pretty much sums things up, now don’t forget the party tonight”. Bucky, who was sitting directly across from you, raised his eyebrows at you.

He was of  course hinting at the fact that the party would give you an excuse to be around your favorite raven haired trickster. How could you not be madly in love with the Asgardian?

You balled up a sticky note and threw it at him, hitting him right in the face. You started to laugh until Steve bumped your shoulder. Steve gave you his best dad look, until Bucky threw a balled up sticky note at him.

Tony cleared his throat, “ Is the peanut gallery done?”. You didn’t know what to say, but Bucky chimed right in. Smirking he said, “Yeah, (y/n) here was just asking if everyone would be there…you know like-”.

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Save Himself

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Singer, Castiel (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Jack Kline (mentioned), Crowley (mentioned)  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: S13.03 spoilers.        

Word Count: 2200ish

A/N: I did not have time to write this but seeing how I feel so many people are once again misunderstanding Dean I felt the need too.

It is also inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Save Myself.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @docharleythegeekqueen for betaing this one for me :D

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You took a deep breath, hiding away in the kitchen. You hated watching the brothers fight but once in awhile that was how they dealt with things. Or actually this fight was because they dealt with things very differently. Dean needed to push through and he more often than not needed a break from everyone around him, especially from people telling him how he was behaving wrong in those moments.

You got that. You loved him, but that wasn’t the only reason. You were the same in a lot of ways. Where as Sam was rational and composed, trying to figure a way through everything. Using his brain to distract himself, you and Dean were both very emotional. When you had lost your dad, you had run away from everyone and everything. You hated yourself for that now, because Dean had lost him too. See there was were you differed from Dean. He never ever allowed himself to be selfish. He always stayed by the people he loved. He never once left you or Sam, no matter how badly he was hurting himself. Even the few times he had walked away he had allowed himself to get dragged back in before he was ready to face the people he loved again. Dean was selfless, but this time you wanted him to be selfish.

He wasn’t. He was still here. He was still doing things Sam’s way even if he didn’t agree. Yet his brother kept pushing him while you kept your distance. You weren’t sure you were doing the right thing either. Maybe you needed to push him. Let him know that you were here for him, but a small part of you knew that you didn’t have to do that. Even if you gave Dean his space and you had gone back to sleeping in your own room every night, you gave him the chance to stop you every night. You silently communicated that you were there for him whenever he had room for you again. Right now Dean was grieving the loss of Crowley. The loss of his mom he had just learned to forgive. The loss of his best friend, who had been a true constant in his life for year, who had become like a brother to him as much as Sam was.

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My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 3)

Originally posted by the-winchester-cult

Summary: The reader and Jared attempt to resolve their issues when a new one pops up…


Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, sibling angst

A/N: Everyone is going to be perfectly happy, right?…

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No Memories Part 2: A Memory

Pairing: Dean x Winchester Sister!Reader  Sam x Winchester Sister!Reader

Warnings: Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Car crash, hospitalization

Word Count: 3348

Here’s Part 1

A/N: Okay so I lied, this isn’t a short part 2. I got carried away and completely scraped my outlined ending so I could stretch this and make more parts. Part 1 has gotten 122 notes in just under 24 hours which is the most I have ever gotten on a story and in such a short time. Thanks for all the kind words about part 1 and hope you enjoy part 2. I don’t know when a part 3 will be out since I still have to outline it but expect it sometime in the future. The continuation of this story is all thanks to you guys so give yourselves a round of applause as you have given me more work to do lol. Just kidding I actually really like this series myself and I look forward to continuing it.

Summary: The police now believe Dean about your kidnapping, but since you have crossed state lines how do they deal with the situation of your “parents”? You can’t really focus too much on your parents as you can’t get the thoughts of Dean out of your head. Why was everything about this man so familiar? One thing is for sure nothing is making sense, but then again, isn’t it? You guys have the same eyes…. what else could be shared?

(Sorry this summary is shit. My head just wants to spoil everything, but I have to hold back and this is that product.)

***Italics are flashbacks/memories***

^ Just imagine in the hospital with a cast on one leg and hair a little longer.

^ Ok but picture this but with only the top half of his body laying down on the side of your hospital bed, next to you 

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You Should Be Here

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Little Sister!Reader

Summary: Being Jared’s younger sister put you in the path of Jensen Ackles, and inevitably the two of you fell in love. Jared falls into a deep depression, and you and Jensen are left to help him deal. 

Word Count: 2,358

Warnings: angst, depression, character death, suicide, so much fucking angst. Seriously, get ready for heartbreak.

A/N: Why does my brain do these things? Based on You Should Be Here by Cole Swindell

(this will be added to both my Jared and Jensen masterlists, as well as both groups tagged in this. It is a Jensen x Reader fic technically, but Jared is involved so I figured I’d tag you all.)

Beta’d by the incredible @spontaneousam / @wayward-oneshots and now I owe her my life because I’m probably so annoying. 

Meeting Jensen through your brother was nothing short of a miracle. Jensen took you under his wing immediately, treating you like his younger sister halfway through filming season one of Supernatural. Three years later, he finally found it in his heart to admit to you that you were more than just a friend, that he’d fallen in love with your mind, your body, your soul.

Of course you loved him too. What wasn’t there to love about him? The way his tongue slipped between his teeth when he smiled, the way his eyes crinkled around the edges, the perfect pout of his lips, the slope of his gorgeous nose…

Season six. Sam was soulless, Jared was depressed, and Jensen was helping you cope with it. You curled up in his arms every night, head laying on his heart, the steady thumping lulling you to sleep despite the tears streaking down your cheeks. Your big brother, the one you always looked up to, the one who protected you and guarded your heart through everything, was breaking right before your eyes. 

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 9)

Characters: sister!reader, John, Mary, Sam, Dean, Ketch, Toni, Mick, Claire(mentioned), Bobby(mentioned)

Warnings: mention of suicide, angst, loss, death, angst, swearing, crying, angst, murder, anger issues, did I mention angst?

Word count: 9597

Summary: Sam, Dean, John and Mary all take action against the British Men of Letters after Dean listens to tape 9.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Where do we go from here, Dean thought. How will we move on? Can we move on from this? After these tapes, how will he ever live knowing that they caused you so much pain. How can he keep going when these things are hitting him in the face with all the facts that everyone that ever cared about you, never paid attention to?

Dean had started tape 9 in the car on the way to the motel they were staying at. It wasn’t too far from the bunker, only a couple of hours. When he arrived at the motel, he took a seat on the bed and continued to listen. As your words flowed through his ears and impressed him, he thought about all of the pain the others had caused to you and he couldn’t relate to them; however, he understood what this one felt like. He knew what it was like to be betrayed like this, but even worse to know what you had done.

He finished the tape. He actually finished tape 9 without pausing it and was shocked that Ketch was even capable of what you had spoke of. He knew what people like Rowena and Crowley were able to do, but this was a low blow… Even for Ketch.

“Dean, come on,” Sam said as they were all leaving the motel room. “We’ve gotta go talk to the victims, it’ll bring us closer to the British Men of Letters.”

“Coming,” he replied with a nod. But all Dean heard was, It’ll bring us closer to killing Ketch.

* * *

It was a few weeks after Rowena had practised her magic on you and you were not coping well. You hadn’t left the bunker in those few weeks and hadn’t eaten or slept much. Your brothers constantly pressed you to tell them what happened that night or who was involved but you would just scream at them and go back to your room. You couldn’t tell anyone about it. Rowena could find out and she would make Crowley return Jody’s soul to hell. Who could you go to anyway, your brothers? Or John? Or even Mary?

You missed Mary. You really did love her like she was your own mom, but the thing was she didn’t love you like a daughter. She was kind to you in front of your brothers and John, luckily you didn’t get any time alone so she couldn’t be mean to you.

A light tapping at your door pulled you from your thoughts before you regretfully said, “come in.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” John spoke softly. “We’re all going on a family trip for a big hunt, we obviously want you to join us. You in?”

* * *

Dean remembered back when they first worked with the British Men of Letters and were forced to trust them. It was after they had tortured Sam into giving them information about American hunters. They would work on cases with Mick Davies usually because he was the only one that Dean actually trusted. Ketch and Toni were his problem mostly, but even back then they had to trust them even after everything they had done to Sam.

* * *

“I don’t know, dad,” you told him with a forced smile, he could see in your eyes how damaged you were. “I’m not really feeling it right now.”

“You haven’t felt like doing anything for a few weeks,” he spoke softly. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked you as he closed your bedroom door and sat at the end of your bed.

You shook your head; your eyes darted away from him because you knew you couldn’t look him in the eye and not tell the truth. “I’m okay.”

“Listen, I know that your life hasn’t been easy, sweetheart. Especially since you’ve met me, and my wife and your brothers.. I know that, I get that. I also get that you can’t forgive me yet, or maybe you never can and that’s okay. I understand,” John stressed. “But what’s not okay is you locking yourself away from us all and not talking to us when you need to. I know that you’re suffering, and you have to know that you can speak to me. You don’t trust me, but that’s gonna leave you worse off rather than better.”

You let your eyes look back up at your father. Of course you didn’t trust him, he left you. He sucked. You hated him and you didn’t know if you could ever forgive him, but right now he was all you had and he was saying everything you needed to hear. You started to think that maybe you could beat this… You would give life one last chance.

* * *

“Can you describe what these people looked like?” Mary asked the young woman who held a child close at her hip.

“There was a blonde woman, or ginger. Like, strawberry blonde. She wore a red blazer with a white blouse and a black skirt. She wasn’t actually doing anything. She didn’t-” she began but caught her breath as she looked down at her son who was only five years old and would now have to grow up without a father. She whispered the rest of her statement. “She didn’t hurt my husband, there was a group of men wearing black gear, with guns in their hands. They all wore masks apart from one man that spoke to the woman in the blazer… I think she called him Keith, or Catch? Something like that. Also, they had British accents.”

She described them perfectly, it was the Brits after all. Toni and Ketch were still in on it and trying to kill all of the monsters in the States. One secret that Dean regretted they had to keep from this woman was that her husband was turned into a vampire a few years after their son was born. He and Sam had heard of this vampire before, that’s how he knew why the Brits had taken care of him. He was an awful monster, really. But the way they handled it was terrible; they were killing the whole nest right in front of the leaders wife.

“I don’t know who the people with my husband were,” she told them. “He used to go out a lot. During the night, just before the sun rose, he would head out and say he was going somewhere and not come back until night again. I followed him once, he headed to a warehouse about 10 miles from here. I didn’t go inside, I was scared of what he could have been doing. I guess, whatever it was, it got him in trouble with the wrong people.”

“Thank you for your time,” John thanked as he pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to the woman. “If you remember anything else please don’t hesitate to call.”

They all stood around together, away from the woman they questioned, and talked about what she had said. “It has to be them, she described them perfectly!” Mary exclaimed.

“We can’t get too ahead of ourselves,” John reminded her, but Sam and Dean were with Mary on this one.

“Dad, come on,” Dean argued. “She said that a British woman called one of the men Keith or Catch, you can’t tell me that isn’t Ketch! And a red blazer? That’s got to be Toni.”

“Yeah, I don’t see it being anyone else,” Sam agreed. “If it was that would be too much of a coincidence. Like it was set up.”

“Yeah, set up,” John nodded. “That’s what I’m trying to say, Sam. I mean, come on, all of you! You really think Toni would be caught dead out here with those guys? You really think they would risk saying their names so loud that someone would hear them?!”

“So you think they’re setting us up?” Mary questioned.

“I think they’re trying to throw us off track,” John replied. “But that just leaves the question of, where are they?”

“Y/N would have had this figured out in no time,” Dean told them all. It was supposed to just be a thought, but the words escaped from his mouth. “She always was a smart kid.”

“Yeah, she was,” Sam agreed with a reminiscent smile. “I guess the four of us are gonna have to try and beat what Y/N could do on her own.”

“As if we would ever be able to pull of what she was able to pull off,” Mary added. “We need her.”

* * *

No one needs me, you thought. Why does no one need me? I wonder if anyone ever thinks to themselves, ‘I need her.’ No, of course they wouldn’t, so you scrapped the idea and packed your bag for this family road trip they had all planned.

Dean was driving with Sam next to him and you in the back seat. John and Mary had decided to take a different car they had got from Bobby’s at some point just so there was a little more room. Things were still awkward with your brothers because you refused to tell them what happened.

“How far is it?” You asked as Dean started to drive. “And who are these people?”

“You know how we’re all legacies? The American Men of Letters, these people are the legacies in Britain,” Sam finished.

“Wait a second,” you replied to your brothers, Dean kept his eyes on the road up the highway. “You can’t mean the British Men of Letters. You guys told me that they tortured Sam, or am I thinking of someone else?”

“Y/N-” Sam started to say.

“Oh my god,” you complained. “You have got to be kidding me. Working with the people that almost killed you?!”

“Our lives are complicated,” Dean told you sternly. “I know that is sucks and as much as we don’t want to work with them, it’s in our best interest to do so. I hate them, OK? Sam does too, we all do. But like I said, best interest and all that.”

“Well they can kiss my ass if they think I’m going to be nice to them,” you complained which earned a small chuckle from both of them. You were starting to act a little less angry and a little more, well, you. The you that they knew and loved, the one that’s happy. That’s how they wanted you to be because they hated the thought of you suffering.

“There’s one that’s not so bad, his names Mick,” Dean added. “Claire might have told you about him. She met him once.”

“Uh, actually, I haven’t spoken to her since what happened at Jody’s,” you reminded them. Great, another reminder that you had lied to their faces just a month ago. “But anyway, I’ll make my own judgements on these people. So far they haven’t got me happy, hurting my brother was a huge mistake.”

You saw Sam smile. A genuine smile that you only ever saw now and then. It wasn’t a very regular thing that happened but you loved when it did, the way the corners of his mouth would try to stay subtlety risen but he just couldn’t help himself. It was when you would show him love, you felt like he wasn’t appreciated enough and you showed him how much you adored him just by dropping small hints.

The rest of the car ride was silent, well, that is if you consider Dean singing, I’m sorry, screaming, along to every song on his AC/DC tape. Sam complained which only made Dean turn his music up even louder. The whole way there, he sung his heart out with the window wide open and it left you giggling in the back seat.

Once the whole thing was finished, Dean took the tape out of the player in his car. “You still have cassette tapes, you’re so lame,” you told him and Sam laughed to agree with you. “They’re pretty cool though, very vintage.”

“Yeah, you want some? I have a few blank tapes, you can put your own music on there,” Dean offered. “How many you gonna want?”

“I’ll let you know later,” you replied as Sam handed you the box full of tapes that Dean owned. “Boy oh boy, you have a lot of tapes.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty old,” Sam told you which earned a nudge in his side from Dean.

“Well, here we are,” Dean revealed. “This is gonna be fun.”

* * *

They were back at the motel and trying to figure out where the Brits were located. None of them thought the same way that you did, you had an open mind. They were always too focused on what the topic was.

“There’s gotta be some kind of sign. Why couldn’t they have just kept their base where it used to be and where we knew it was? I mean, we used to drive there, damn it. We drove there with Y/N once, why the hell did they have to move after that?!,” John complained as he paced back and forth. Mary sat at the table with a laptop in front of her, Sam and Dean both sat at the end of one of the two beds. “Seriously, how did Y/N used to figure this shit out so quickly?”

“She didn’t,” Dean interrupted. ‘She just didn’t focus too much on what was going on. She thought outside of it and it usually led us to what we were looking for in the first place.“

“Well like we have already said,” Mary added without breaking eye contact with her laptop screen, “Y/N was a smart kid, we could never do what she was able to do.”

“What if we forget about the Men of Letters base and where it is,” Sam suggested as if something had just clicked in his brain. John was about to get angry with him, but Sam continued to talk. “You know, what if we’re being watched and monitored? The Brits are smart like Y/N was… So they wouldn’t just let us roam free and wait until we figured out where they were. There must be someone from the British Men of Letters that’s somewhere near us, watching to see where we go.”

“That’s good,” John nodded as he finally stopped pacing across the room. “How do we find out though? And how do we know who it is?”

“I have a plan,” Sam told them, which caused Mary’s eyes to finally drift away from her screen so that they were all staring at Sam. “But you guys are gonna have to trust me, ok?”

* * *

When you first walked in, it instantly sent shivers down your spine. Just the look of this place made you feel uneasy, it all seemed so robotic and set up. Hunting wasn’t supposed to be like that, it was supposed to happen in the moment. Direct, physical fighting wasn’t something you would plan for because you would have no idea how the other people was going to react to your fists coming towards their face. You wouldn’t know if their reflexes were fast enough to block your punch.

“Winchesters,” you heard a man with brown hair say. “It’s good to see you again, I see you’ve brought someone new along with you.”

“Y/N, this is Mick Davies,” Sam told you. “Mick, this is Y/N. Our sister.”

“Oh, yes, Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you!” He exclaimed. “Claire has told me so much.”

“What?” You questioned. “Claire talked about me?”

“Yeah, it was while Sam and Dean were out and we were trying to find something positive for her to focus on. The first thing she brought up was you,” he revealed as if it was nothing. Wow, Claire still cared about you even after everything you had both been through. So why did she still do what she did? Why did she lie to your brothers and Jody about Gabriel? That didn’t seem like someone that cared about you, it seemed like someone who wanted you because they didn’t have you anymore.

“Mick,” another British man said from behind him. “You’re needed by Toni, she said she wants to speak to you about something from a few weeks ago. She said you had a lead on something and she’s found out more.”

“Ah, yes!” Mick replied as his head whipped around to look at this other guy. “I remember, I’ll go and see what she’s got. I’ll see you all later,” he told your family before walking off so the other guy took his place.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he smiled creepily as he put his hand out to shake yours. You didn’t put yours out to shake back, he just stood there stupidly with his hand in front of him for a moment before he pulled it back and sighed. “You must be a Winchester.”

“You must be Ketch,” you assumed. You had heard about him before, you condemned him for the things that he and Toni had done to hurt Sam. Not only that, but they captured Dean for a while too and even tried to turn Sam crazy. “I have a lot of things to say to you.”

“Ketch,” Dean nodded awkwardly. “This is our sister, Y/N. She’s joining us today in whatever you’ve got for us.”

“How delightful,” Ketch said happily, but you could tell it was sarcasm. You simply rolled your eyes at his words and crossed your arms over your chest. “Let’s not forget, fighting isn’t the only skill you need to be able to work these cases. It takes precision and the ability to work things out. In simple terms, you have to be smart.”

He walked and you all followed him to a room that was full of TV screens on the wall and one keyboard on a desk. “We’re plenty smart, thank you.”

“You seem a little young, Y/N,” Ketch told you as he put up a case for each of you on one of the screens. “I’m giving you all a case each, maybe you should take the easiest one.”

“I want that one,” you said as you pointed to the screen that said, Johnny Lurche. Species: as yet unidentifiable.

“Fine,” Ketch said. “You can have that one, If you can figure out what he is from the facts that we’ve given you.”

He pressed something on his keyboard that made all of the facts on Johnny Lurche show on the screen. “Done,” you said after just scanning your eyes over the screen. “He’s a witch.”

“A witch?” He questioned. “How could you possibly-”

“The smell of sulphur and the feeling of a chill suggests two different monsters. This would have been created as a diversion so that any hunter would believe it was either a ghost or a demon. However, that means this monster would have to be smart, so we already know it’s not a werewolf or a vampire. We know it’s not a vampire anyway because he’s not in a large pack, it’s the same with the werewolf. And if you look at Johnny you can see that he looks human so we can rule out a lot of monsters such as Banshee’s, Pontianak’s and Wendigo’s. Also, the bottom of the results you have back say that in his house, where he was assumed to have killed his wife, there was a small bag with a red symbol on it and it contained bones. It’s called a hex bag, it’s what witches use. So maybe before you start calling me stupid, you should do your damn research.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence. Not a single word came from that mans mouth, and you could almost feel how proud Mary, John, Sam and Dean were from what you had just expressed. You smiled sweetly, but of course, it was sarcasm.

“I’ll be right back,” Ketch sneered before he walked out of the room and left you all to choose which case you wanted to take.

“Nice work, Y/N,” Sam chuckled as Ketch left. “You sure proved him wrong.”

“Well, I know my stuff,” you replied without taking your eyes off the screen about Johnny. The real reason you had gotten so good was because of what happened with your dad back before your mother died. The way he made you feel because you didn’t know anything drove you to make sure you did your homework on monsters. You knew everything there was to know and you had to prove that to every hunter around you.

It was a little annoying to you all that you had to go off for separate cases, but you didn’t really have a choice. A different member of the British Men of Letters worked with each of you for the case you had chosen. In a very unfortunate event, Ketch had ended up being in charge of the case you had chosen. Fantastic, you thought, I get to spend more time with this asshole that likes to put me down and expect the worst from me.

You didn’t see your family for the rest of that day, you spent it in a car with Ketch on the way to the house of Johnny Lurche.

* * *

Dean walked into the bar that they knew they would be followed to. Trust me, Sam had told him, and of course he did. Sam’s his brother, he had to trust him. But you trusted Ketch and look where that got you. Ketch betrayed you. Sam would never do something like that, but the word ‘trust’ was very strange to Dean at the moment. Regardless, he believed in his brother, and he walked into the bar.

* * *

“I must say, Y/N,” Ketch said from the drivers seat with you riding shot gun, “I was very impressed by your quick work today. I was extremely embarrassed that you had showed me up like that so I left the room, but I was still impressed.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “I guess I’ve just got a knack for it.”

“You sure do,” he agreed. “That’s why I wanted to ask you something. I know how you’ll feel about the question but I want you to really consider it.”

“What dude? Are you gonna ask me to marry you?” You joked with annoyance in your voice.

“I want you to leave your family,” he revealed. You were about to protest… ‘But why would I do that?’ You would have asked, but he spoke before you could. “I want you to work for me. For us… The British Men of Letters.”

* * *

He held his beer bottle in his hand and looked down at the bar. His barstool was extremely uncomfortable but he had to act normal. He noticed a small woman sit close to him, she ordered a drink and spoke in a quiet, British accent. She must have been who was watching them. Dean placed his phone down on the counter in front of him and stared at it. He noticed the woman in the corner of his eye, she was trying to be subtle about the fact that she was watching him.

He continued to watch it like he was waiting for a phone call that would change his life. “Come on, call me back!” He complained loud enough for the woman to here. “Sammy, man, I’ve called you 25 times, call me back,” Dean once again spoke to himself.

He went to pick up the phone to call his brother, but just as he was about to the phone started ringing. He held the phone far away from his eyes like he couldn’t read the screen unless it was at a distance. But really he moved it away so that the woman had a chance to look at it. When she looked over she noticed the name on the screen said, ‘Sammy.’ She knew exactly who Sam was, one of the four Winchester’s that she had to look out for.

* * *

“That’s ridiculous,” you complained. “How could you even ask me something like that? You don’t know me!”

“We know more than you think. We know a lot about you, Y/N. We know about how you grew up with your mother, not your father. We know that as soon as you met him you were forced to become a hunter, then you found out that your mother was dead,” he revealed.

You gasped at his words. “How the hell do you know all of that?” You growled.

“Because that’s what our organisation does. We know things about every hunter in America because we have to be smart,” he revealed. He was getting agitated because you wouldn’t even consider his offer. “We need people like you on our team.”

“No,” you simply said. If only he would have just taken no for an answer.

“Y/N.” He was going to try and persuade you, and you didn’t want to hear it. You had already said no and he had to respect that. But he was an asshole, so you had to scream at him for him to even take in what you were saying.

“I said no, for fuck sake!” You screamed. “No. No. No! Don’t ask me again, you hurt my brother. You let Sam get tortured by your fucking organisation, I will not work with you. The only reason I’m here now is because of my family.”

Ketch seemed to be more angry than before, but his breathing had evened out which, to you, was much more scary. “Fine. That’s fine. You stick with the family that doesn’t love you.”

He was wrong, they did love you. Remember Y/N, you thought, you have to give life one more chance.

* * *

“Sam?” He questioned abruptly. “Sam, where the hell are you? I’ve called you so many times, you haven’t returned any of my-”

“Sir,” a man spoke on the other side of the phone. Dean made sure that his speaker was on even though the phone was next to his ear, just to be sure that the woman next to him could hear the phone call. “This is Agent Wildon. I’m here at the scene of a car accident, this is the phone found in the car.”

“What car? Is it-” he started to speak and his voice was shaking. “Is it a 1967 Chevy Impala?”

“That’s correct, sir,” the man on the other line replied. What this woman had no idea of was that the man on the other line was actually Bobby Singer. They had called him up to ask him for help in tricking these people. Bobby always loved you very much, just like he loved the boys, as if you were his own child. He hadn’t known you as long as he’d known Sam and Dean but he loved you no matter what. You meant a lot to him and if this was going to help your family kill the people that had hurt you at some point in your life, Bobby was more than happy to help. “We’re unable to tell the identity the bodies, but there seems to be two males and one female, two of them around the age of-”

“Wait a second,” Dean interrupted. “Bodies? You mean… They’re dead?” He gulped as he waited for a reply.

“I’m very sorry,” Bobby replied. “They were killed instantly after they collided with a truck on the highway.”

Dean froze and didn’t speak. She had to have been buying this, he heard her gasp a few times, she even pulled out her phone and started typing rapidly. The small woman must have been reporting back to the Brits.

“Sir?” Bobby asked, “are you still there?”

Dean hung up the phone, his mouth wide open and tears streaming from his eyes. He was told to fake cry, but it wasn’t hard for him to cry when he thought about tape 9 and how hurt you must have been. “Are you ok?” She asked in a fake, tacky American accent. He knew she was British because he heard her order her drink, even if she did do it quietly.

He looked at her and closed his mouth before wiping his tears away. “I uh… That was an Agent at a crime scene. He just told me… He told me,” he stuttered with more tears falling down his face. “My whole family are dead.”

“All of them?” She asked unsympathetically. “What were their names? How many were there?”

“Mary was one, she’s my mom. And John, my dad… And my little brother, Sammy,” he told her. He went a little cold even having to pretend that they were dead, but he had to trust Sam. This was going to work out how they wanted it to. “You know, I lost my sister a while ago too. She was only 18.”

“You had a sister?” She asked in surprise. They must have not told her about you, just about them. “What was her name?”

“Y/N,” he smiled as he spoke about you. “She was… God, she was fantastic. And I mean, she really was a great person. She was so, driven, and kind. She had her moments, I mean, come on! She was an 18 year old girl trying to figure stuff out. But over all, she was such a sweet person. When I lost her, I lost a part of me, too,” he told her. This was all true, this wasn’t part of Sam’s plan. “I miss her, so so much. Before she was gone I couldn’t have imagined life without her, now I’m forced to live it and I-” he couldn’t get the words out. “I just.. I don’t-” again, the words were just stuck.

“I’m very sorry,” she said truthfully this time. Tears has begun to surface in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall.

“Living without her is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” he finally said. “She- she killed herself. She was so unhappy with her life that she actually ended it. If she would have just talked to me I would have done whatever it took to fix it. I would have helped her so she could keep on living. Suicide shouldn’t be an option… It should never be an option.”

He had no idea why he was opening up to this woman. Maybe he just had to finally let these words out, regardless of who he was talking to. But as he looked at her, she reminded him a little bit of you. The way she sat and listened to what he had to say. The way she actually felt emotional for him because she didn’t want him to hurt, even though she didn’t really know him. That’s the kind of compassion you had and this world didn’t deserve you, but you deserved the world.

“I’m gonna get going,” he told her. “I uh… Thank you, for talking to me, and listening to me speak about Y/N. I know you don’t know me-”

“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head and smiled. “You take care of yourself.”

Dean walked out of the bar, he cleared the tears from his eyes after opening up about you. He had felt that way for a long time but never told anyone about it. The only reason he did talk to someone was because you never did and it’s what he wanted you to do… He knew that it’s what you would have wanted him to do. You wouldn’t have wanted him to suffer the same way that you had to.

* * *

The car journey seemed prolonged after you screamed at Ketch. You hated the man and weren’t going to act like you were okay with working with him. This was your families decision and you were with them.

Just as you drove up to Johnny’s house, Ketch kept the car moving. “Hey, you missed the house.”

“That’s not his house,” Ketch told you. “Remember? It’s number 130 not 30.”

“Right,” you nodded. I must have got it wrong, you thought.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said,” Ketch revealed which surprised you. “I didn’t mean to get too angry, I just wanted you to work for us. Maybe one day you can look past what we did to your brother.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed. His apology wasn’t sincere. You knew he was up to something but you had no idea what, maybe he was going to force you to work for them somehow. He might have been apologising so that you would trust him and tell him something that he could blackmail you with later. It wasn’t going to work, no matter what his trick was. He may have been smart, but you were smarter.

“Here we are,” he said as he parked a little down the road from house 130. It was dark outside but the numbers on the houses were visible under the street lights. “You know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I know what I’m doing,” you snapped back as you took your gun out of your pocket. You checked again to see if the witch killing bullets were in place. “He lives alone right? Well, since his wife died.”

“He does, yes,” Ketch told you. “Are you sure you can handle this?” He wasn’t asking to be nice, he was asking to be a smug asshole.

“I’ve handled worse,” you smiled back sinisterly. “Wait for me here, I won’t be long.”

You stepped out of the car and shut the door quietly. If you were in Dean’s car, the door would have been creaking and his engine roaring, probably waking the entire neighbourhood. You had this, all you had to do was get in, kill him and get out. Simple, right?

* * *

Dean walked back to the motel from the bar. It wasn’t too much of a walk, but having the car around could have blown their cover because Dean told the woman that his family were in a car crash. The second he walked through the door he asked Sam what it was that he had to trust him with. Sam ignored his brother, he just continued to type away on his laptop with wide eyes. “Sammy?!” Dean demanded.

“Shh,” Sam replied harshly. Once again his hands were moving quickly while he concentrated on the screen in front of his eyes. “I’ve almost got it.”

“Got what?” Dean asked but was once again ignored. He just waited until Sam was done.

“Yes!” Sam cheered. “I did it, I actually did it.”

“Did what?” It was John is time that demanded an answer.

“Because Dean was on his phone at the same time as the person working for the British Men of Letters, I was able to pick up a signal from her phone and hack into it,” he revealed. “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work but it was all I had.”

“So what can you do now that you’ve hacked it?” Mary questioned from across the table. “And why did Dean have to act like we were dead?”

“I told you guys. I have a plan and you have to trust me,” he said as he started fiddling with the key board. “I can read her text messages and if Dean did it right, it should work out how I’d wanted it to.”

“Who are the texts between?” Dean asked.

“Her and Ketch,” Sam revealed. He turned the screen around so that they could all read the texts between Ketch and the woman, who’s name was revealed as Andrea.

Andrea: I followed Dean to a bar. He was on the phone and found out that his family are dead. That’s Mary, John and Sam. I thought he may have been lying but he cried a lot and talked about his sister, Y/N. Did you know who she was? You never mentioned her.

Mr Ketch: All of them are dead? Are you sure it wasn’t a trick, Andrea? And yes, we knew her. She was trouble, that girl. You don’t have to worry about her, she’s gone now. Good riddance, too.

Andrea: He couldn’t have lied, you didn’t see the look on his face. And I even overheard the person on the other line, it wasn’t him pretending to be on the phone. What do I do now?

Mr Ketch: Stay in the bar. Me and Toni are on our way, then we will find the bodies to dispose of them, and then we will kill Dean Winchester. See you soon.

They all finished reading the texts around the same time. Dean took a step back and steadied his breathing so that he wouldn’t cry again. He didn’t want his family to know that he had a moment of weakness and opened up about you to a complete stranger. He didn’t want them to know that he was hurting, but it was better for them to know rather than him be alone.

“My plan worked,” Sam said as he pulled the screen back to him. “Ketch and Toni will come here alone and look for Dean. They’ll think that he’s alone and vulnerable and easy to take on. That’s when we hit them hard, it’s not exactly finding the whole of the British Men of Letters but it’s a start. It’s what Y/N would have done.”

* * *

You quietly approached the front door and realised it was locked so you headed around the back of the house. Once again, the door was locked. You didn’t know why a man who lived alone, lived in such a large house. You could tell by the amount of windows that it was a three bedroom house. Why did one man need so much room? Maybe it was for his witchy stuff. Maybe, one room was for sleeping, one to keep his potions and ingredients and then the other for actual magic practising.

You stopped wondering and focused your mind back on the task. You had a job to do and you couldn’t allow yourself to get distracted.

The kitchen window was open slightly; you were just about able to slip your hand in and open the latch so you could push the window in fully. Once it was opened, you gripped your hands on to either side and pulled yourself up until you were nicely placed on the kitchen counter.

You climbed down from the kitchen counter and shut the window. You quietly made your way to the front door and unlocked it so that you had a quick escape rout. If Johnny knew you were here and tried to fight you first, the neighbours could easily hear you fighting and call the police. At least with the door unlocked you could just run downstairs, get out and jump into Ketch’s car.

A creaking sound came from the floorboards as you made your way up the stairs. You had to stay as quiet as you could, or he would hear you and it would be harder for you to kill him.

Hunting was such a normal thing to you now. To you it just sounded like killing. Why was killing so natural now? It should never be something normal for a person to do. After all the lives of monsters you had taken, you always wondered where they went afterwards. Hell? Purgatory? Or, did their ghost still linger because they had unfinished business?

A noise suddenly came from the bathroom; once again you were pulled from your thoughts and remembered that you couldn’t keep losing focus while you were on a hunt.

With your gun raised and in position, you carefully stepped towards the bathroom. The noise was a tap running, he must have been brushing his teeth or washing his face. You were quick to kick the door open and see him, standing there in front of you. The bullet flew from your gun and through his head, before you could even realise your mistake. By then… It was already too late.

* * *

Sam, John and Mary all had different places they were going to hide. Two inside the motel, and one outside to watch every movement of Toni and Ketch. John was inside the closet, Mary behind the bathroom door and Sam just outside of the motel, watching from inside of a car he borrowed from Bobby’s shop.

“Before I go-” Sam whispered to Dean as he noticed John and Mary talking about killing Toni and Ketch, “-I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you, man. I know that you miss her, I do too. You haven’t admitted how much it’s affected you, and it’s okay.”

Dean nodded at his brother. “Same with you, I don’t want either of us to bottle things up so much like Y/N did. I can’t let anyone else hurt themselves the same way that she did, or have the same outcome. And I don’t just mean you,” Dean continued. “I mean, everyone we see everyday. We have no clue what people are going through, if someone had seen Y/N and knew what she was feeling they would have said something, you know? They would have, I don’t know, at least tried to convince her to not do it. They would prove to her how worth it life is. I want to show that to as many people as I can, but I don’t know how.”

Sam gave Dean a reassuring smile. “We’ll do the best that we can.”

“It’s not enough,” Dean replied. “It’s not enough, it isn’t. I don’t want anyone to kill themselves… I never want anyone to do that.”

“Neither do I,” Sam agreed. “And if we can save at least one person, that’ll be good enough. It’s what Y/N would have wanted. She’d be proud of us, you know? I’m sure of it… She would have wanted to do the same thing. We know the signs now, because before we didn’t pay attention to Y/N’s signs,” he admitted. Dean sighed but he knew his brother was telling the truth. “I know that you want her back, Dean. I know that you wish we could go back and stop her from doing it, and I’m sorry. I wish we could, too… But it’s too late. All we can do now is learn from it.”

“You should probably go and watch from the car,” Dean told him as he wiped a single tear away from his cheek. “They’ll be here soon.”

He couldn’t stand to talk about it anymore. He had never really thought about how much pain it can cause people when a person commits suicide. Dean had lost a lot of people in his life, but this felt different. You went because you wanted to and it physically pained him in the chest. It was as if he could really feel his heart breaking.

Dean watched from behind the closed door to see when Toni and Ketch showed up. He was covered in the parking lot and inside the motel so it should go okay… At least that’s what he had hoped.

* * *

Maybe you were mistaken. Maybe Johnny had died his hair from bright blond to dark brown. Maybe he had changed his eye colour and gotten those three, fading tattoos. Oh, how naïve could you be. It was obvious what had happened here, Ketch did this on purpose. He made you kill an innocent man.

You were right, Johnny lived at house number 30, not 130. How could you have been fooled? Also, why? Why would Ketch do this?

The only thing that could have made this worse happened. There was a noise from another door. You looked up to see a small boy standing there, he couldn’t see his dead father inside the bathroom. “Who are you?”

“What’s going on out here, babe?” A tired woman asked her husband. But he would never reply again, he would never answer again. He would never hold his child or his wife, not ever again. Then she saw you, and she saw her son. She panicked. She grabbed her son and held him close, the tiredness of her body leaving in seconds. “Take whatever you want, please don’t hurt us!” She begged as she noticed your gun.

“No, no you don’t understand!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face. “I- I’m an agent. I was sent here… I was sent to the wrong house!” You cried as you tried to explain, and the woman saw the blood flooding the floor under your feet. “I’m so sorry,” was all you could say before you ran away and heard her scream her husbands name. Nathan, that was his name. Nathan, the poor man, would never see the light of day again. He was gone, and it was because of you.

You killed him… You hurt his wife like John had hurt you. You hurt his son just like Crowley had hurt you. You damaged them just like everyone that you had ever met had done to you but this time you weren’t the one that was broken. You were the one who destroyed, and that was when you knew that it was too late to save yourself. You knew what you had to do in order to stop people from getting hurt, but you needed to leave something behind to tell people why. If you were going to be gone it was time that everyone knew the truth.

* * *

It didn’t take long for Ketch and Toni to arrive. Sam watched intently from the car, his gun was lined up with Ketch’s head incase he tried to make a move to hurt Dean. They weren’t sure what they would do, they didn’t know if they would break in and try to kill Dean instantly or surprise him by going through the window.

They knocked at the door, and Dean opened it quickly as if he had no idea who it was. He stared at them, Ketch’s face looked very punchable, and Toni’s wasn’t too far from it either. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean growled.

“We’re here to talk about Y/N,” Ketch told him. “May we?” He asked as he gestured to walking into the motel room.

Dean let them, he actually let them. “Dean, what the hell are you doing?” Sam whispered to himself from the car. He wouldn’t be able to shoot them now, he would have to depend on John and Mary to shoot from inside.

“Are you really here about Y/N?” Dean asked. “Or are you here about my whole family being dead?”

“You don’t think we believed that for a second, do you?” Toni asked with laughter in her voice. What a bitch, what a god awful woman. “Andrea may be stupid, but we’ve been trained for years, Dean. We’re guessing you thought you could draw us out here and kill us. We saw Sam in the car.”

Dean sighed at her words, which resulted in Mary and John walking out and pointing their guns towards Ketch and Toni. “Now, we didn’t come here to kill you,” Ketch said, “we really did come here to talk about Y/N.”

“Y/N hated you,” Dean growled. “After what you did to her, Ketch.”

“It wasn’t just him, it was the whole organisation. We sent her out on that hunt to kill that witch,” Toni snapped.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Dean asked as he stepped forward. Don’t do it Dean, Mary thought, you’re just going to get yourself killed. “You were too scared of your tape because you didn’t want your organisation to find out about what you did to Y/N.”

“That’s why I’m here to talk about Y/N,” Ketch admitted. “I want that tape destroyed, Dean.”

“Tape? What tape?” Toni demanded. “What do these tapes have to do with Y/N? I thought we were here to kill the Winchesters.”

“Why did you bring her if you don’t want anyone to know about the tapes?” Mary questioned. “If she finds out she’ll tell the rest of them.”

“Hm,” Ketch nodded with a smile. “I guess you’re right, she will snitch on me, won’t she? I guess I’ll have to stop her myself.” Insanity took over Ketch, these tapes ruined him almost as much as they had ruined Dean and he didn’t even know you that well. He pulled out his gun and shot Toni in the head like it was nothing.

* * *

Her screams were so loud, they were heard all over the neighbourhood. As soon as that door was flung open, you raced to Ketch’s car, but before you could climb in he started driving off. “Hey, no no no!” You cried. “Hey!” You screamed violently. “Come back!”

You were running out of time. The only option now was to run back through the house and climb out of the kitchen window. As much as it killed you to think, you knew that the woman was too scared of you to try and stop you from escaping. All she wanted to was protect her son from the monster that had broken into their house and killed her husband.

You jumped through the bushes in her back garden and made your way to a familiar road, it was where you and Ketch had drove down when you were on your way to the house. That’s when you saw his car coming towards you at full speed. You were beyond caring now; you stepped in front of his car. Ketch slammed his foot against the brakes, his car was a centimetre away from you. Once he was pulled over you opened the passenger door and climbed in. Ketch didn’t look at you, he just continued to speed down the road and away from the house with you sat next to him.

Your door slammed and made you jump as he began to drive. “Ketch,” you sobbed angrily. “Ketch, tell me I didn’t just do what I think I did.”

“I was testing you,” he admitted as if it was nothing. He really was a cold hearted man, that was if he even had a heart. “You’re not as strong as I thought you were when it comes to the mistake of killing an innocent person, it needed to be-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You screamed so loud that other people would probably come out of their houses, too. “That was not a fucking joke, you asshole! A man is dead. He had a son and a wife, he had a family you fucking piece of shit!”

“These things happen.”

“It wasn’t an accident, Ketch!” You fumed. Once you were out of the neighbourhood and hidden in a parking lot of some diner, you slammed his head against the dashboard. Again, and again, and again. “You asshole! You. Asshole.” You repeated before pulling his head up by gripping his hair. “You wait until I tell my brothers,” you growled. “They’ll kill you if I don’t get there first! Your organisation will go under the fucking ground!”

“They don’t know about it,” he told you calmly as he held his nose to stop the blood from pouring out of it. “The Brits don’t know and they can never know, and neither can your family.”

“And what makes you think that I won’t tell them?!” You spat. You had never met someone like this, even Crowley had more compassion than this man and he was the King of Hell!

“Because they’ll know what you did and hate you even more,” he told you as his cold eyes looked into yours. You were about to protest about how wrong he was but he continued to explain himself. “We know things, we know how your father abandoned you and that your brothers hated you because of how you reacted to some situations. Claire told Mick things when they met, and he told us everything she knows. Do you really think they’re going to want to stick around for someone who was stupid enough to kill someone before even checking if they were innocent?”

His words broke your heart into a thousand pieces. He was right, fuck, he was right. How could someone so cruel speak words that were so true? They would never want you if they knew about this… They would never want you or need you. It was over for you, there was no point in adding to the disappointment that your family already felt towards you. So you had to lie, you and Ketch. On your way back to their base, you came up with your lie that you would tell everyone.

* * *

Toni didn’t move. She was still and not breathing. The blood poured from her head and on to the dirty motel carpet. “She was an asset. She decided to tag along and I let her, but I can never let her know what I did. This isn’t even an official job, they didn’t send me here and they have no idea that Toni and I have been tracking you all.”

“You hurt Y/N,” Dean growled as he got even closer to Ketch than before. Dean didn’t have a gun or any kind of weapon but he didn’t care, he just wanted to tell Ketch exactly how he felt about what he’d done to you. “You let her kill an innocent man. And come on, he had a wife and a kid! I know you were a dick, but this is a whole new level of evil. The way she spoke about you on the tape is different from how she spoke about everyone else. She was considering giving life another chance, and you ruined that.”

“She had already made the decision to take her life, whether she told herself that she was going to give life one last shot or not,” Ketch replied as he took a step back in fear. “Someone was going to do something to upset her… If it wasn’t me then there are four more tapes after me, yours included. Now, Y/N never trusted me. But you, she loved you. She trusted you and put her faith into you and what did you do? You know what you did, you’re just too scared to let it in. You’re too scared to accept that what you did was worse than what I did because she loved you and she didn’t love me.”

Don’t believe what he’s saying, Dean thought. What Ketch was saying felt true to Dean, but accepting that would be like accepting your death. It wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t control his actions. Anger took over his body as he stepped forward and wrapped his hands around Ketch’s neck. Ketch dropped the gun he had in his hand and tried to move Dean’s hands away but he simply couldn’t… Dean was too strong. “Dean, let him go,” John said warily. They had planned on just shooting him and getting it over with, but Dean made it personal. Hell, it was fucking personal. Ketch had never seen as much anger as he did in Dean’s eyes as he watched the life leave the helpless man’s body.

“You are gonna fucking rot for what you did, just like all the rest of them,” Dean growled before squeezing so tight that Ketch’s neck snapped. With that one harsh squeeze, Ketch died instantly and dropped to the floor. Dean didn’t look back at his worried mother and father, he just stared at the motel door before whispering so that they both heard him say, “let’s go home.”

It wasn’t an angry whisper like they had expected, his response was filled with pain and sadness. As much as he had hoped that turning his hurt into anger would help, it only made him feel worse.

* * *

You told them all the lie and they bought it. Everyone, including your family, really believed that you and Ketch had killed the witch successfully. That’s how you explained his nose bleed, the witch was aware that you were in his house or some bullshit. You didn’t really listen, you were too focused on what you had done and what you were planning on doing to stop yourself from hurting anyone else.

You were in the car going home with your brothers, John and Mary were once again in the other car which left you just with your brothers in the Impala.

It was completely silent up until you were around half away home. “Hey, Dean. You know you said I could have some of those tapes?”

“Yeah, kiddo?” He questioned.

“Exactly how many blank tapes do you have? I want to take them all if that’s okay.”

You had already made your decision of how you were going to leave the truth with people. You were going to make tapes to tell the story of everyone person that had hurt you in the last year. There were so many so you probably wouldn’t have been able to add every single one. So you decided that you would just chose the worst ones for the amount of tapes that Dean could give you. That would be your legacy.

“Sure, you can have all of the blank ones,” Dean nodded with a smile. “There are thirteen.”


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Why all the redheads in Jon’s life?

Now, the first two pictures we have Jon, who himself is staring ahead, looking at Sansa. His eyes were on Catelyn, now they’re on Sansa, because she’s asking Sansa where Arya is.

The third picture is Jon staring up at Cat as she glowers down at him. (I couldn’t find that picture of her.)

Now, moving on to my point.

Jon grew up in Winterfell, under the glowering gaze of Catelyn Stark. He always wanted her love, her affection. He hated that she looked down on him, because he was a bastard.

In the books, Jon detests ladies, women who wait for prince charming to rescue them. However, with Ygritte, he fell in love with her because of her soft side, but also because she was fierce. He liked her song singing, and her stories.

Sound familiar.

Jumping ahead, we’re talking about show only here.

When we get to castle black with Jon and Sam, discussing sex, Jon brings up a whore named Ros, that he almost had sex with. But, he didn’t, because he didn’t want to put a bastard in her belly. Sam asked what color hair she had. Jon said, “Red.”

Next, Yrgritte, of course. Jon’s wildling love. Red, fiery hair. What’s to say? He loved her spirit, but also, in the books, their relationship is different. He doesn’t like her at first, but, she worms her way into his heart. He is drawn to both her fierce personality, but also her soft side. The balance.

Next, Mel. She tried to seduce Jon in season 5. He turned her down because the memory of Ygritte was still potent, and fresh. So, he turned her away.

Last, Sansa.

Now, when Sansa first meets Jon at the wall, us who ship Jon and Sansa saw the instant spark between them. When they were sitting by the fire after coming in, we saw Jon staring at her. He stared at her A LOT in season 6.

Backtracking: Jon leaves Winterfell to make something of himself in the Nights Watch. I think to make Cat proud. To be something other than…’bastard.’ The ‘bastard’ of Winterfell. 

Also, Sansa only called him ‘half’ brother. That also used to wound him. 

In the books he detests ladies. Why? Well, because they’re something Jon knows he’ll never have. A bastard like him wouldn’t get a ‘lady’ from a great house. That wounds his pride. His ‘bastard’ status causes a rift between him and Sansa, and him and Cat. Sansa knows her mothers disdain for Jon, and copies it, thinking its the way she SHOULD view him.

Why redheads then? 

It’s because they remind him of the two women he couldn’t get to notice him. Cat only harbored feelings of contempt for Jon. Sansa ignored him. 

They are both ladies. 

Two people Jon knows he’ll never be ‘allowed’ to have.

In the first photo, Jon is staring at Sansa. Looking on as Cat asks her about Arya. 

Sansa is never around Jon. The first scene of her and Jon is in season 6. 

Jon is attracted to redheads, intimately, and sexually. Could the bastard of Winterfell have harbored ‘other’ feelings for his sister Sansa?

I don’t think so. 

Jon wanted respect and love from Cat. He also wants love and respect from Sansa. He already has respect, how about love? What love are you seeking, Jon Snow?

In season 6 we got a lot of staring at Sansa from Jon. I think it was a mix of figuring her out, and awe of how much she had changed. She had gone from lady Sansa, her nose stuck up at everybody… to, being hardened, fiery, passionate, steel. 

Jon I think, realizes what he wanted before. The love and respect of Sansa and Cat. Two ladies. Now, Sansa is back in his life, acting a lot like a duller version of Ygritte. A woman who fights with words, instead of a bow. 

Season 7: And he is looking at Sansa like this ^ almost wearily. 

Now, we saw this in Season 6 as well. Sansa grabbed Jon’s hand to get his attention, to get him to look at her, and listen. 

Season 7, when Sansa grabs Jon by his arm, and spins him to face her. He looks at her with an odd expression. Then, he looks down at her hand still on his arm. She’s also close, talking to him in an almost intimate fashion. 

He seems weary…almost like he wants to back away from her hold. 


Then, the crypts with LF. Jon seems on edge the entire time. He does not like Baelish. Not only for what Sansa told him about LF selling her to the Boltons. But, I think it’s something else as well. Something..I overlooked. I think Jon notices the way this man stares at his sister. LF doesn’t exactly do his best to hide it.

He hates Baelish, the look he gives him, is that of pure disdain. Could this all come from Sansa telling Jon about LF selling her to the Boltons? Well, good question. If it effected Jon THIS greatly, wouldn’t he have confronted Baelish about it at some point?

Baelish told him they had never spoken. 


I think it’s a mix of him selling Sansa, and Jon KNOWING what Baelish wants. 

He wants Sansa.

Baelish tells Jon he wants Sansa. That he loved her, as he loved Catelyn. That entails he wants to fuck her as well. He loves her as a man loves a woman. Needless to say, this enrages Jon. When he says he loves Sansa, we see the click of Jon’s head, as if he is really trying hard not to snap at Baelish. 



Now, coming to the end here. I think Jon might harbor some sort of ‘unbrotherly’ feelings towards Sansa. This reaction ^ was very over the top. Especially for Jon Snow. It takes a lot for him to snap. 

So, why redheads?

They symbolize everything he can’t have. Two ladies that ignored him. One is dead. The other, back in his life. Fierce. Forgiving. By his side. Protective of him. And he…well, he seems odd around her now, since Season 6. He’s a lot more aloof, closed off, doesn’t look at her for too long. Looks like he wants to cringe when she touches him. 

Let’s not forget this..

The lip look. I think this is where it clicked for Jon. The woman (one of them) that he wanted to show he was important to…is acknowledging his importance. Standing by his side. A lady. A fierce lady now. 

What I’m saying here…is that Jon always wanted to be Lord of Winterfell, he wants a wife as fierce, and loyal as Cat. Sansa. When he finds out his Targaryen lineage, he can have Sansa. Cause I also feel like she is starting to see Jon for who he is…

Brave, gentle, and strong.

We saw her hearteyes when she told him that he is good at ruling. We also saw her almost cry while seeing him off. Which Baelish noticed.

In conclusion:

Jon has always wanted to be a Stark, hes always wanted a strong, fierce, loyal woman. Someone like Cat. All his women stem from Cat. From wanting her respect and affection. 

Who could he marry?


Sansa- the woman who is his weakness. He said as much when he reacted to LF’s words. Sansa, a woman who tests him, gets under his skin, treats him as her equal, as he treats her. Sansa, who shares his values, especially in the books. They dream of children in Winterfell, of having kids that have the names of their lost siblings.

And…that is it.

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Word count: 3,444
Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader
Warnings: some self-deprecation, a little social anxiety as well? Bucky being a flirt, tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a one shot in my head for a while and I figured I’d take a break from Begin Again to write this out before I lost it. Hope you enjoy xx

You stood in front of the full length mirror making final adjustments to your make up, swiping stray eye liner from the corner of your eye. Tony was throwing another party to keep up public appearances and unfortunately, you felt obliged to go. Tony was your friend and if he was going to suffer, you decided that you would too. 

You were dressed in a tailored dark wine red playsuit with black opaque tights and black heels. It was slim fit, and the neckline rested only a few inches below your neck so it was sophisticated enough but not too stuffy. 

You heard the door open as you threw your eye pencil back into its place when -

‘Doll, are you - hello, gorgeous.’

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, but blushed. He looked impossibly handsome - broad-chested and dressed in an all-black suit, the only colour coming from his gentle cerulean eyes and full pale lips. His hair was brushed back and you knew you would have trouble concentrating on anything else but him.

‘Turn around, lemme get a look at you.’ His words were meant to sound sultry but there was a near-goofy smile on his face that essentially just described Bucky himself.

You obliged, quirking an eyebrow. ‘I dunno, Barnes, you seemed to be enjoying the other view.’

Bucky flicked you on the forehead playfully. ‘Get your head out of the gutter,’ he smirked, making you giggle, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. In your heels, you were still a couple inches shorter than him. 

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No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Part 11

Heartmate Series: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Deadpool, Falcon, Daredevil

Warnings: language, violence - Deadpool’s in it guys, it ain’t PG.

A/N: This is my take on the soulmate trope. It’s not necessarily an AU, because technically heartmate is canon in the Marvel world - at least with Wade’s comics.

Summary: You’re a mutant turned mercenary, working with the best merc around - Wade Fucking Wilson aka Deadpool. You are also someone who doesn’t believe in the whole heartmate crap. How could two people solely be made for each other? Steve Rogers is Captain America,  Avenger extraordinaire. Call him old fashion, but he believed in heartmates and knew he had one out there. The two of you cross paths one day and things get set in motion. Can Steve get passed the jaded wall you built or would things just crash and burn? And will Wade Wilson finally learn to put the seat down after taking a piss? Who knows.


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Shape Of You

Title: Shape Of You

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Dean walks in on the reader having a private moment and he decides to talk to her about it.

A/N: This is my fic for Sam’s 700 Follower Celebration ( @riversong-sam ). My prompt was: Song: Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran; Quote: “Don’t be like that!”; and the pic by the end of the fic. Hope you guys like it.

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤

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Who benefits?

And who has benefited right from the start?  When we talk about this shit show and are looking for the “masterminds” behind it, it is important to keep this in mind.

I know that some of you think that JA is the one orchestrating this, but you need to remember the whole picture. The big picture.  And also remember that we do not see and know everything that is going on.  

What we do know is that TPTB, like Albrecht, have a history of controlling their talent (Albrecht’s own remarks show that he thinks of them as commodity), using the fandom, and exerting power in questionable ways.  They are looking to make money.  Make more money, and keep the money that they have made.

That isn’t something that people in Sam and Cait’s position can fight.  Not overtly.  They try.  We can see that and they have tried from the start. The mixed messages, the separate interviews, the presence of TPTB at events and interviews where there is really no need for them (TCA2015,Paley costume…..HEAVY hitters there in ALL camps, etc) show exactly how controlled Sam and Cait are.

But, as I said, they try to influence their image in other ways.  Cait mostly stays out of the fray.  I like that she is engaging with the fandom a little more by interacting on Twitter and IG, and going to cons.  People will “get to know” her better.  And that is what she really needed in this fandom.  (don’t even get me started on this….grrrrr).  She is continuing with her charity involvement, keeps a foot in the fashion world, but has opened up and been a little more vulnerable.  This is helping to change what a lot of people were thinking of her.

Things will always be worse/harder for Sam.  We have gone over the reasons a million times but here is a short list……he was marketed to what Starz saw as their target audience.  He was put out there as hunky (duh), beefcake, and eye candy.  Whether is was his natural personality, enthusiasm, or directive, he interacted with the fandom in a way that gave most a sense of ownership and COULD NOT BE SUSTAINED.

When he stopped working with his former publicist (AK) and hired JA things changed.  We saw them expanding his image.  Piaget, charity work, best dressed lists, serious articles about his ambition, Barbour…….all JA.  All designed to show more of who he is and what he wants people to think about him.  Why it looks so bi-polar is that (as I have said many times) there is his PR and Starz PR.  And we only have to look to SDCC2017 to see that Starz PR is still selling the beefcake, single, flirty, attainable hunk.   

The questions put to them in print and filmed interviews are what STARZ wants you to hear, to know, and to believe.  It is marketing and advertising.  All of that benefits Starz first and anyone else second.  

So, when things come out ask yourself, who does this serve?  Who benefits from this?  Sometimes the answer will be SamCait (not just shippery stuff, although of course that is where I put most of it), sometimes it will be Starz and tptb (anything that causes fandom uproar and attacks does NOT benefit anyone BUT them), and sometimes it will be both..

There is a big difference between playing along (matching shirt pap stroll, etc) because it will happen regardless and you can negotiate benefits for your client ( like a BIG part in a movie with BIG names under the same umbrella), and masterminding something that has only contributed negatively to the image of your client.  

Things look heavy handed (Starz) and half assed (JA) because that is exactly what they are.

Control Freak

Anon asked: Hi can your do where the reader boyfriend broke up with her and calls her nasty names and Sam and Dean get angry.

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Reader’s Age: 16-19

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse (let me know if I missed anything)

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Since Sam and Dean have always been very protective of you, it was hard for you to keep a relationship. Your older brothers would always scare guys away. You had only had one other boyfriend before Beckett. He was the love of your life, he made you in the happiest of moods, he always made you feel special, there was no other guy like him and you loved him… or so you thought.

After 4 months of dating Beckett, he started to act different. He’d get jealous of everyone you talked to, he would always want to know where you were going, he insisted that you hang out with him instead of your friends and family, and if you had plans with friends or family, he made you cancel. He was so controlling. You tried to tell him off a few times but he got so mad at you, he started physically hurting you. You didn’t want to tell your brothers because you thought they’d be mad at you for not standing up to him. You had lost a few friends because of him, he was ruining your life and you didn’t know what to do.

It was late at night. You were finishing up some homework assignments in the bunker library when Beck started to text you.

B: Wanna come over and hang?

Y: Can’t, doing homework

B: You don’t have a choice, I asked you to come over, so come over.

Y: Just give me a sec.

“Who’s that?” Sam asked. “Beck.” You said, lowering your head.

You set your phone down and got up. “brb.” You muttered. “Where ya going?” Dean asked. “Bathroom.” You replied, not looking back.

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Just A Little Fun

Characters: Sister!reader, Sam, Dean, mentions of John, mentions of Bobby

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: None

Words Count: 1674

Prompt: #1: Scary Movies #2: The Shining

A/N: Hey my people, this is yet another Halloween fic. This one is for @winchesters-favorite-girl 31 Days of Halloween Challenge and @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Karissa’s Halloween Movie Night Challenge. So, I hope you enjoy, like, comment, reblog.


*Let me know if you wanna be tagged

Reader and Sam are 5 yrs old

Dean is 9 yrs old

It was Halloween night and John had left you all in a musty motel room to go on a hunt leaving Dean in charge. John had ordered that Dean not leave the room under any circumstances other than to make sure that you all had something to eat and went on his way, leaving the three of you to fend for yourselves. Dean saw the sad look in both of your eyes when you realized that you wouldn’t be allowed to go trick-or-treating like you had been buzzing about for weeks.

You had even gone as far as making costumes the last time you were at Bobby’s. Costumes that the two of you refused to let either Dean or anyone else in on. So, he felt really bad about having to be the one to relay the news to the two of you, especially when he could see you trying your best to hold back your tears.

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Looking For You - PT 1

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark!Father x Reader!Daughter

Summary: … You’re life isn’t easy when you’re Tony Starks daughter.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, grammar, fluff, angst, daddy issues

Notes: Actually this should’ve been a One Shot and now it’ll be a series.. ENJOY! <3


Your name: submit What is this?

Avengers Tower:

It was a normal weekend day, training with Clint and Natasha, learning history with Cap, cooking with Wanda and Vision, training with Thor and movie night with Bucky and Sam, until someone “unknown” came into your house. Your dad had the great idea to get a new team member. The friendly Spider or better Peter Parker. You were only one year older than him and your dad had the great idea, while he was gone, you had to take care of Peter. It made sense. Since your dad tried to give you a normal life and send you to a new High School, same one where Peter was, to have a friend on your first day.

“Oh come on. One night of and someone has to ring the bell.” Sam said annoyed as he saw the elevator door opening.

You nugged Sam against his shoulder and rolled your eyes. “It’s Peter. Be nice little bird.” You smirked.

“Hey Peter come on in.” Steve smiled.

“Hi everyone.” Peter said shy.

You stood up and went right to Peter, “You don’t have to be nervous. I know they can look like big bad guys but they’re all cute little puppys when you get to know them.” You laughed and the guys had too. “I’ll show you your room. Follow me.”


A few weeks later:

“When I think about it.. I don’t wanna go to High School.” You said lying next to Peter on his bed. “I’m only going to be Tony Starks daughter..”

“I know we both don’t know each other that long but I don’t think you’re just Tony Starks daughter. You’re a beautiful person and the only one who made me feel home here in the Tower. So I think you’ll be fine tomorrow.” Peter smiled and laid next to you. “School can suck, yeah but it’s better than private school by a Robot.”

You laughed soft. “Don’t you ever say Robot in front of Vision.”

“Ohh, I’m sorry, I meant Andriod.” Peter said sarcastic and started tickle you.

Peter and you became very good friends and it didn’t took you one day until you already could say, he was your best friend. It was nice to have someone who could understand teenager problems with a live like your’s. You hadn’t had the time to be a child. You were always Tony Stark’s daughter. You had to train, to stay safe, learn how to defend yourself, everything but not how to be a child. And with Peter life felt normal, even in the big Avengers Tower.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled. You leaned over him and laid your head on his chest.

Peter stroked your head gentle. “For what? Being a friend? That’s the same you did for me. And I’m really glad to have you.”

You felt something weird in your stomach and the only thing you wanted to do, was to kiss Peter. But you hold yourself back because you didn’t want to risk losing your only friend. Peter and you talked about everything the last few weeks. About his Uncle, about how you don’t know who your mum is, about how he got his powers and how you became nearly a good fighter like Clint, Natasha and Bucky. And how you hated it to feel like an unused weapon. You both talked everyday until you fell asleep in Peter’s arms like always.

“You can’t be this dangerous, when you look like an Angel.” Peter whispered and fell asleep too.


“Knock, knock”

You woke up in a hurry, knowing exactly who was behind Peter’s door. You woke Peter up and told him not to open the door but…

“Y/N?” Your dad said shocked as he saw you laying next to Peter.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter said shocked too. “Nothing happened, I promise.” He stood up. “We just talked and fell asleep.”

You were still laying on Peter’s bed and couldn’t hide that you were disappointed about Peter’s reaction when he saw your father. You stood up and went out of the door into your room. Followed by your father.


“What?” You asked annoyed. “I can dress myself, thanks dad.”

“Yeah you can, or shall I ask Peter if he helped you with that?” Your dad was angry.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Language young Lady.”

“Dad. You’re never here. And when you’re, I just have to train or have to learn how to be a perfect Avenger, even when I’m not allowed to go on any mission.” You tried to stay calm. “With Peter I felt like a real person, not just Tony Stark’s daughter until you came in that room and he treated me like everybody else does. And I’m sick of it.” 

“I’m sorry that you’re not a normal person-”

“That’s not it, I want to help people or have a life and I can’t do both because you don’t allow it.” You took your backpack. “I liked Peter. As a friend and maybe I thought more but maybe he just wanted me to get to you, i heard you two are so close. Maybe you’re a better father for him.” Then you walked out of the door and to School.


“When did she become a Teenage Monster?” Tony went into the kitchen.

Steve and Bucky smiled. Both of them knew you like no one else and were your best friends. They knew about the problem you had with your dad and how he was never there or treated you like one of his employees.

“Stark, maybe you should focus on her once and not being Tony Stark.” Bucky said while eating his cereal. 

“What do you know?!” Tony asked angry. “I’m Y/N ‘s Father.”

“Yeah maybe, but I am her friend and if you had been here the last few weeks, you could’ve seen how Y/N started to fell for Peter and how you destroyed it within seconds.” Bucky replied calm.

“What Bucky is trying to say, she felt normal with Peter while both are everything but normal.” Steve explained. “She has now the feeling that Peter doesn’t like her the same way because you wouldn’t approve. She knows how much you mean to Peter.”

Peter came out of the hallway. He heard everything and felt bad. He didn’t look at Stark or Cap and Bucky, he was in his thoughts and made his way to school too.


First day in School:

Everyone were starring at you.. like it wasn’t awful enough already Peter starred too. You tried to ignore it, I mean you ignored it all your life that people starred at your for being Tony Starks daughter but it was harder this time. 

“Y/N wait!” Peter shouted and ran next to you.

“What do you want Peter?”

“Sorry how things went this morning, I didn’t meant to hu-”

“-hurt me? Don’t bother I’m fine.” You said not looking at him.

Peter took your hand and stopped you. “Stop it.”

“What? peter I said I’m fine. Go to my dad or I don’t know.” You replied annoyed while Peter looked at you with his puppy eyes.

“Stop protecting yourself from feelings Y/N, you don’t have to around me.”

“Why because you’re Spider-man?” You faked a smirk while you whispered.

Peter looked nervous. “No because, I’ll protect you and your feelings. I like you, stupid.” He leaned forward and kissed you.


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I’m sorry that it took me so long to write again.. A lot has happend but I’m happy to be back. Hope you enjoy the Story.

Every Me And Every You - Fourteen

When your alarm woke you up the next morning Spencer was still sprawled over your chest. His grip on your pajama shirt had loosened during the night but his arm was still wrapped around you.

You moved to grab your phone, swiping the alarm off and Spencer stirred, sliding off you and back to his own side of the bed when he realised where his head was.

“You didn’t have to move you know, I tend to set my alarms super early so I can snooze on and off. How are you feeling?”

He looked like hell, his eyes were red rimmed and the shadows underneath more prominent than normal even though you both seemed to have slept for a good seven hours.

He made a ‘meh’ sound before rolling on to his side and facing away from you.

“Reid, come on. Talk to me.” You scooted closer, feeling him stiffen.



“Don’t snap at me, I’m trying to be your friend here.”

He sighed and coughed, clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…. not sure how to feel about this. I mean, he’s my father. But I hate him. And now he’s dying. I should feel sad. The look on his face when he asked for my forgiveness was so… pathetic. And I feel like the worlds worst person because of the satisfaction it gave me to tell him no.”

You reached out and placed your hand on his side, just above his hip bone.

“Do you really feel that strongly that you can’t at least tell him that you forgive him, you don’t have to mean it? He’s probably in a lot of pain right now already. I know he can’t make what he’s done right, but…. Spence, he’s dying. He’s probably sitting there in his hospital room, going through a list of regrets he has and you can bet that not being there for you will be number one.”

Reid rolled back over so he was flat again, and shook the hair out of his eyes.

“He said that. That not seeing me grow up was his biggest regret. That, and hurting my mom by leaving.”

“There you go then.”

He closed his eyes, rubbing them with the heels of his hands.

“I don’t want to see him again.”

“So write him a letter and send it to the hospice. You don’t have to mean it but it will give a dying man some peace. He may not have played a huge part in your life Spencer, but he helped bring you into this world.”

He didn’t speak for so long after that that you worried he’d gone back to sleep. 
You grabbed your phone again checking the clock. Still plenty of time to get ready and get to work.

“Y/N?” his voice was small and defeated.


“Thanks for being you. For knowing that I needed a friend last night, when I didn’t want to ask.”

“Spence, we may have a slightly unconventional friendship right now but we are that, friends. Pretty good ones too. I’m here for you, whenever and wherever. I mean that. You want another hug? Then we have to get up, we both need to shower and that takes time.”

“We could always shower together, that would save time.”

You punched him lightly on the arm, glad to hear he was able to joke again. “No more hugs for you. Perv…..”

Spencer had been only mildly subdued at work, not enough for the others to notice though and luckily the week had passed quickly.

The team didn’t have a case, so the time was spent updating and reviewing old files and sorting through the never ending pile of cold cases that always got shipped up to the BAU.

Spencer and Rossi were lecturing in a neighbouring town, whilst Morgan was helping out at the Academy, speaking with new recruits.

As much as you enjoyed the chase and catching the “bad guys”, you also enjoyed spending time in the office, catching up on the gossip and bantering with your co workers. It also gave you all chance to catch up with mounds of filing that always accumulated.

By the time Friday rolled around and you still didn’t have a case, you were looking forward to the weekend.

“So, are you seeing Dan this weekend?”

You and Emily were seated at the tables in front of the break out area, her eating an apple and you working your way through a bag of Reeses Miniature Peanut Butter Cups. You only had an hour before clocking off time, you all praying that a case didn’t come in at the last minute.

Spencer was stood at the coffee machine refuelling, and you saw his ears prick up at the name Dan, him turning his body oh so slightly.

“Erm… Yes. I think. Providing we don’t get called away.”

“So what are you doing together? Is he taking you anywhere fancy?”

“Erm….. I don’t actually know. He mentioned maybe a play or something?”

Spencer had told you to think about what you wanted to try next but you hadn’t. Your evenings had been spent clocking some long overdue gym hours and spending time with friends. You really hadn’t spent much time thinking about your weekend plans, you almost didn’t want to let yourself, knowing that as soon as you started thinking about it, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Well don’t leave it too late if you’re wanting to catch a show, all of the good seats will be sold out.”

“I guess.” Hmmmm.

“Have you banged him yet?”

“Em!” You choked on a piece of chocolate coated peanut butter, reaching for your water bottle to rinse it down. You could see Spencer smirking out of the corner of your eye, stirring his coffee very slowly.

She shrugged and grinned. “Oh come on, don’t start acting all coy now. I remember you texting me after Sam and telling me how he was so big you wanted to take photos and frame them because you didn’t think anyone would believe you.”

Shit. Damn it… You’d been going through a dry spell at that time and had spent the evening flirting with a sandy haired bartender that worked at a bar you and Emily used to visit.

“He was pretty big. So much so that the actual sex wasn’t even that great. It hurt to walk the next day, and not in a good way. He may have been big, but he definitely didn’t know what to do with it.”

“So does Dan know what to do with his then? Is he good?”

You saw Spencer turn around, now leaning against the counter with his coffee cup pressed to his lips. Emily followed your gaze, seeing him stood there.

“Don’t mind him…. It’s just Reid. Spill.”

Just Reid. Oh if only she fucking knew.

“Fine. Yes we have. And yes. It was very good.”

His faced twitched, dimples starting to form where he was grinning.

“Marks out of ten?”

You thought about it very carefully.


His smile dropped, turning into a frown.

“Only an eight?”

“Yup. He was good, but I’d have liked to come a few more times. One orgasm per encounter isn’t acceptable.”

“Hey, it’s more than some girls get.”

“True that.”

She tossed her core into the bin and walked back to her desk, you finally making eye contact with Reid.

He took Emily’s seat and leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You know, some ‘people’…. ” The air quotations signifying he was referring to people in the scene. “Would consider an eight to be an insult, and would double and then triple the amount of strikes that ‘someone’ else, might already have against them.”

“Then it’s a good job we’re at work and not playing in your apartment isn’t it?”

“A very good job, Snow.”

“Do you consider an eight to be an insult then…… Dan?”

“Nope. Because we were only just beginning. It’ll be a ten by the end of the weekend. Trust me. I don’t need a huge cock to take away your ability to walk.”

“I didn’t mean….. ”

“Oh hush, I’m not in the least bit insecure about that. I’m above the male average, and there’s plenty of ways to get you off with out that anyway. Plenty.”

With that, he stood and strutted back to his own desk.

Five o'clock came and Hotch dismissed you all, with the reminder that an easy week, probably meant for double the work the next.

The ride home with Spencer was quiet, you almost scared to ask what the plans were, making idle chitchat instead.

When you pulled up outside his building, he turned to you.

“Go home and pack. Do not shower. I want you back here no later than seven pm. Bring clothes for going out in the day time and something respectable looking for the evening. Bring the matching underwear set with the ties, the purple peek a boo bra with the crotchless panties and bring the stockings. Pack your tight black pencil skirt you were wearing two Mondays ago, with a white shirt. And bring your glasses.”

“The classic sexy secretary look? Bit clichéd don’t you think?”

“If I’m thinking correctly, I’d have guessed it was that film that spurred your interest in this in the first place, and given the little twitch you just showed then, I know I’m right. Not a terrible portrayal of BDSM in a functioning relationship actually. And it’s not a given that you’ll be wearing them, but I want options.”


“Red and yellow at any time alright, Snow?”


“And on Monday, I’ll be overhearing a conversation between you and Emily where you tell her that Dan, has been bumped up to a ten.”

“Sure thing….. Dan.”

He unbuckled his seat belt and slid out of the car. “Hurry along now, Snow. I’ll be waiting.”

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I ship you with Embry!

Originally posted by twilightimaginesandgifs

-Embry is a goofball. 

-Simple as that

-And when he met you, this hilarious, sassy girl who was dropping sarcastic remarks under your breath left, right and center, he wanted to befriend you.

-The tribal school is kinda small on the reservation, and the student population isn’t that great, so he’s curious as to how he hasn’t met you before.

-Like, its big enough to not know everyone, or remember all faces, but let’s be real, he should have known you.

-Turn’s out, your parents had moved back to their hometown, and up rooting you from your formal life, you were internally flailing everywhere here.

-Jesus Christ, why this place be so wet? Just this morning you slid down the front path of your home because the Ice God decided to take you the fuck out

-Embry see’s this as a way to get to know you when he finds out your new to the area. “Have you been down to La Push yet?” and, “This place runs through your very vein’s Y/N, I will ensure you know all the secrets here.”

  • You learn the best hiking trails
  • And he helps you learn to Surf (that just turns into near death experiences for both of you!)
  • (It’s a mutel unspoken agreement to not teach you after you nearly drown him.)
  • It becomes a fun story to tell others though.

-Being friends with Embry has made the transition here sooooo much easier. Opening you up to a better friends group and High School experience. 

-Quill and Jacob like you, finding your comments and attitude endearing. 

-Quill and Jacob become pretty protective of you when they realize how you and Embry act together. 

  • Your pretty sure a guy in your year group tried to ask you out once but Jacob scared him away. 
  • you tried to hint at it with Jacob but he turned those big eyes on you that were practically smirking themselves with a shin in them, and he looks at you and goes ‘nope. Don’t know what your talking about’
  • He totally knew. But he loves Embry and he wants you two to bang
  • (Jacob will never admit that aloud)

-Embry has met your parents and you’ve told them a million and one times that ‘ you guys are just friends’ but your beginning to realize you guys weren’t just friends. 

-Jacob has disappeared, and he’s not returning calls and texts anymore. His father says he’s sick. 

- Embry and Quill are hurt because this Sam guy has started some stupid gang and roped Jacob into it. 

  • Sickness your ass. 
  • You, Embry and Quill see Jacob with them in town sometimes.
  • You all try and get Jake to talk and say something to you
  • now he pointedly freezes you all out
  • you can’t be sure but one day, you think you see Jacob mouth ‘i’m sorry’ to you. But you can’t be sure your not just being wishful

-You stay over some nights at the Call house, because you guys are close enough for that

-His mum makes sure you are always falling asleep in the spare room and not Embry’s.

- you did wake up one morning with Embry in the spare room with you, but he was gone before his mum woke up

-Something must be going around. Embry keeps suffering heat flashes in school. You convince him to go to the school nurse. His parents pick him up with a knowing look on their face. 

-Embry isn’t answering your calls anymore. Not even your texts. 

-You asked Quill if he’s heard anything. He hasn’t. 

-You can tell Quill is pretty hurt by this betrayal. So are you. And it hurts pretending your not feeling forgotten and neglected.

-Jacob has returned back to school after being away ‘sick’ for a long time. 

-Why does Jake look like he has been taking steroids??? 

-Jacob is still freezing you and Quill out. He won’t sit with you at lunch. He’s somewhere else. 

-You make sure Jacob knows your feelings when you have Gym together

  • It’s dodgeball
  • you’ve made sure your on the other team. Just so you can target Jacob.
  • you have now hit him five times in the face with the balls. 
  • You think you see a hint of a smirk on his face from your behaviour. 
  • You throw a ball at his face again.

-You have a feeling Embry will still be away with this ‘sickness’ for a while 

-You and Quill are sitting together at your usual table. 

  • “Quill … your not going to get robed into this gang stuff are you?”
  • “No. I’m not a jerk like them.”
  • “I wouldn’t abandon you either, just so you know.”
  • He smiles, “I know. You’re the last true friend I have left here.”
  • It was the same for you to.  

-You don’t know why. But you feel like its going to get worse. 

-Quill says he saw Embry in town after school yesterday, and he looks like Jacob by taking steroids. 

-Embry is freezing Quill out too.

-Its the weekend and you have lots of homework, so you don’t go out and see Quill. 

-On Monday, back at school. Quill hasn’t turned up. But you see Jacob across the cafeteria, and he looks at you with sympathy. 

- You try getting in contact with Quill. Same result with Jacob and Embry.

-You don’t like to sit alone. So you focus all your energy on passing you exams

-You spend all your lunch times studying in the Library.

- You bump into Jacob in the halls one day

  • -he totally did it on purple as an excuse to talk to you
  • “Sorry, Y/N” he says helping you pick up your things. 
  • “Why? Your not a stranger to hurting people on purpose, why on accident then?”
  • “I don’t want to do this to you. Just know that.”
  • Having gathered everything back, “Have fun in your little gang, Jake.”
  • You’ve hurt him. But you don’t know that.

-Your in second period when you hear the news, Embry is back. 

  • Your excited, to know he’s back. 
  • But your also very bitter and lonely right now. He doesn’t know how much he hurt you the most. His absence cutting into you like an unhealing wound that refuses to close. 
  • Your toss between confronting him or leaving him be. 
  • After all, if he is fine leaving you without even a vague explanation, why run back?
  • You skip third period you would of had with him and go to the nurses office, just so you can think better without his presence. 
  • When its lunch, you go the library in your usual seat. 
  • you make it the rest of the day without seeing him.

-Its raining outside when the bell goes, and you make sure your the first out the door. You make it home in record him.

-You try holding back tears, refusing to let yourself cry for him. 

-You let the tears fall in the shower, because you can let the tears be disguised in the running water. 

-You get the first text back from any of them. It’s Embry.

  • Hey

-You can picture him when he sends the message. Bored and wanting to kill time, so he messages you. 

-Don’t message back. Don’t give satisfaction. 

-You don’t, instead, you go out. You are Y/N. And you will not wallow in your room. 

-You put on your boots and go on a walk in the forest, along your favorite trail. Ironically, it was Embry that showed you this one. The path was more narrow, less traveled. 

 -In the corner of your eye, you see something zip past you. 

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-It was too fast for your eyes to catch. But you know you saw something. 

-YOu paced yourself as you walked down the track, listening around you. It was like your skin was crawling with the eye’s that were on you.

-You made your way back, faster, this time. And again, it was like something was watching you, closely. 

-getting in your car and locking it, you peered out the front window and into the treeline. 

-There it was. Not a bear. But a wolf, the size of a horse. YOur jaw went slack as you stared back at it. 

-You felt a weird sensation coil inside you. Despite the shocking intimidation of the wolf, it looked … tamed. Could you say that. It’s eyes never left yours. 

-When you got home. YOu told no one what you saw. Strangely protective of the information.

-At school, the guys you used to call your friends pulled a complete 180 on you. Even Quill had returned. 

- You’ve seen Jacob. But you hadn’t seen Embry and Quill yet. … And man did you fear for what they were pumping into their bodies. 

-There was a lot of things you wanted to say to them at that moment, tangents and vents loaded and ready to be said, but instead all that blurted out was: “Didn’t your parents ever say to stay away from Drugs?”

-They grinned. This was the You they knew. 

- Jacob was grinning. Quill was smirking, barely containing his happiness and Embry was just staring at you. In a way that made you feel very self-conscious.

  • Jacob was the first to speak
  • “Skip school with us, just this one day.”
  • “No.”
  • Quill leaned forward, “Y/N, trust me, you’ll love this. You won’t even be angry anymore.”
  • “Nuh-ah, I’m not even an athlete, there is no way I’m getting into and taking whatever the hell you are. 
  • They rolled their eyes. 
  • “I promise you we’re not recruiting you into a gang, sort-of.” 
  • That was it with your resolve. Not that you put up much of a fight. You missed them all dearly, and you knew they would never put you in danger. 
  • “Fine.”

-Turned out they weren’t in a Gang. 

-they told you the truth. 

-After all, the stories of the Spirit Warriors is in your heritage too. 

-Embry walked with you down the beach, “So, how much do you remember about imprinting?”

You stared at him, taking in his hopeful expression, “Y-you did not?”

He grinned, “Yeah … your my imprint.”

- You loved it. 

~Admin Bree

JIBcon 8 || My experience with Jared Padalecki (or The Story Of How I Died And Ascended To Heaven)

All right, I’ll try to explain how things went with Jared at JIBcon: get ready for a veeeery long post.

(tl;dr I didn’t think I could love him even more, but apparently it was possible and he’s a giant puppy made of sunshine who just loves to cuddle people)

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11 AM

Bucky x OC 

Notes: fluffy, silly, sweet, some swearing, mentions of anxiety. 

A/N: this was somehow inspired by the song Bright Eyes by Simon and Garfunkel. Dunno how. AND! First OC! Felt the need to switch it up a bit. Enjoy! 

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His heart skips a beat, then another, as it always does when he sees her. It’s not a coincidence, not at all. He makes sure he’s there every Saturday, 11 AM, at the same spot at the same park. It’s easy enough, he just took it up in his routine to run around the park about twenty times, leaving his apartment around 10, walk across town -all of town- and get up a good sweat. She seems as meticulous about her routine as he is; she always jogs right past him at 11 AM on the dot, rain or shine. At that time Bucky’s always at one of the park benches, pretending to take a break to stretch. But the moment she passes him by, he waits a few more seconds and takes off again, following her path. He’s done this for about three weeks now, ever since he decided he wanted some different scenery from the route he used to run. The first time he saw her he felt like his heart was going to give out, his lungs didn’t seem to have the capacity to hold oxygen for him. He followed her without really noticing, and before he knew it she’d stopped and made ready to leave. He had just enough of his resolve left to not follow her straight home and snapped out of it at the entrance of the park.

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Snapshot - Requested

Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 2,576

Requested by: anonymous (You’ve been waiting for this for such a long time and I am really sorry.)

a harry x reader fic where ur friends and u were crying and for some reason he took a picture and posted it without your permission and u get a lot of hate about it and u find out about the pic while with harry and u get really upset about with him and make him leave your trailer (can you be a part of the SM:HC cast?) and he feels really really bad so he comes back later to apologise and he finds u cryin and sobbing in ur trailer bc of the hate and he comforts you and cuddles and hugs?”

Hello!!! I have another week off so I’m kinda taking it easy since school has been really tough lately. I’ll try and post as often as I can. Oh, and also I really want to thank everyone because I know I haven’t been so active lately and instead of losing followers like I expected I would, I’m actually gaining them and honestly, thank you all so much!!! I hope you like this one! xx


Your first big break, so to speak, and it was going to be on what was predicted to be this year’s biggest superhero film,

Spider-man: Homecoming.

It was luck, or divine intervention, or good karma, or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Imagine it though, you had auditioned so many times, along with hundreds of different, more qualified people but you were the one who got a call back and you were casted!

Being a huge fan of both the comics and the cinematic universe, it was such an honour to get any role on this film. You were cast as Betty Brant, one of Midtown Tech’s smartest, most popular girls and best friends with Liz Allen, Peter Parker’s love interest. Although you didn’t have as many lines or scenes as you would have liked, you were beyond grateful and excited for everything to happen.

It was only a few days since filming officially started but a bond was immediately formed between everyone, the importance of everyone’s roles or how big of a star they were didn’t matter. You were all just kids having an extraordinary time.

On one of your lunch breaks, you found yourself huddled in your trailer that you shared with another actress on the film who played one of the decathlon kids, but since she had a scene to shoot, you were left to your own devices.

You were supposed to be memorising your lines for later but the film playing on TV won your attention.

With your knees hugged close to your chest, tears dropped onto the blanket you had draped over yourself. You just couldn’t wrap your head around the concept of why there were some films that revolved around dogs or any other animals dying.

Marley and Me was one such film. Onscreen, Owen Wilson’s family were beginning to say their goodbyes to their beloved Labrador and at that point you were already desperately trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Good bye, clearance puppy.” Jennifer Aniston tearfully uttered

With that, you were a goner.

The overflowing dam of tears you’d worked so hard to hold together finally broke wide open, unleashing streaks of white hot tears upon your red cheeks.

“Stupid, stupid film.” you muttered, wiping at the corners of your eyes angrily

Unbeknownst to you, the door to trailer was slightly ajar, with one Harry Holland sneakily snapping pictures of you while you cried with everything you had. Without your consent, he posted the photo on his Instagram for his thousands of followers to see.

Didn’t know she was a weeper.” Harry captioned the photo and immediately tucked his phone back into his pocket

“Y/N?” he proceeded to knock, feigning innocence

The credits have been rolling for a good five minutes but you were still in tears and you just let them roll down your cheeks. You didn’t have to hide from Harry. The two of you became best buds in such a short time, since you were both around the same age.

As he approached you, he started to feel a little bad about posting your picture, but that didn’t mean he was going to fess up right then. He took the seat next to you and offered you his jacket sleeve to blow your nose on. If it were any other day, you would’ve given him a funny look, why would he want your snot all over his sleeve?

But since you were highly emotional and Harry was feeling guilty, you took his sleeve and he let you. You blew your nose, hard, complete with comical honking noises. Harry winced but said nothing, he turned his attention to the TV still rolling credits.

“I’m guessing that’s what got you crying?” he asked, wondering what film it could’ve been

“It was a horrible film, Harry. Like…” you trailed off, grabbing his sleeve once again

He recoiled from your grabby hands and took his jacket off, handing it to you with a sheepish smile.

“And what film would that be, love?”

“Marley and Me.” you replied, blowing your nose again

Harry tried, I mean he really tried not laugh but it failed miserably. He let out a big laugh that was short-lived once he saw the expression on your face, that’s when he thought it wise to shut his mouth.

“Thought so.” you muttered, grabbing your phone to raise it to your face so you could see the damage done

Harry felt his heart rate pick up. All of a sudden he didn’t want you to see what he did, because he had a feeling you wouldn’t be laughing with him.

As if God had tuned in directly to his line of thought, he heard you say,

“Shit. My phone’s dead.”

You rushed out of your seat to plug your phone in, also catching a glimpse at the wall clock.

“Shit! Harry, I’ve gotta get to hair and make-up. I’ll catch up with you later.”

The door shut behind you and Harry breathed out a sigh of relief, he definitely had to take that picture down before you saw it. And that’s what he did, he took the picture down in seconds, it only lasted on his page for a solid twenty minutes.

But, alas, this was the internet and twenty minutes was just enough for everyone to see it and give out their opinions that no one asked for. It’s just a shame that Harry kept his phone too quickly, not even stopping to check on the numerous notifications that popped up since he posted your picture.

That wasn’t the issue though, the problem was what was on your phone, Harry glanced at it as it harmlessly rested on one of the counters. He didn’t have the chance to check on it as Tom walked inside the trailer.

“Y/N told me I’d find you here.” Tom smirked, crossing his arms over his chest

That snarky look on his older brother’s face would’ve ticked him off if he wasn’t so distracted.

“What?” Harry asked, trying to get around to your phone. Tom immediately noticed this.

“Oh, oh, hey.” Tom swung around and swiftly grabbed your phone, out of Harry’s reach

“Rule number one, mate. Never touch a girl’s phone without her permission.” he held your phone behind his back, expertly dodging his younger brother’s attempt at snatching it away

“Tom, wait-”

“You just leave it alone. Now come on. I need something to eat, catering’s down.” Tom grabbed Harry by the shoulders and steered him out your trailer door, despite his blubbering protests.

Harry gave your phone one last hopeless look before heading out with his annoying older brother.

“Y/N! That was great! Thank you, I think you’re done for the day.”

You gave Laura and Jon a hug before dutifully retiring to your trailer. Maybe one of the upsides to having a small role was that you got to head home before everyone else, actually, scratch that, it was definitely one of the upsides. Tom was always whining like the boy man child he was, about how exhausted the whole thing was for him.

You stretched your arms above your head as you walked through the lot, wondering what the rest of the day had in store for you. Your trailer was just how you left it earlier, your phone was still plugged into the socket.

You were just about to turn it back on when Harry came bursting through the door.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, like he’d just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar

“Well, hello to you too, Harry.” you greeted him, regarding him cautiously. He looked a little shaken up.

Harry took a step towards you as you placed your finger on your phone’s power button, you eyed him warily. Just to test your theory, you lifted your finger from the button and placed it back, making him take another step towards you.

“Okay. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing! Nothing! What’s going on, Y/N?”


The two of you shared confused looks then you burst out laughing.

“Harry, you are so weird!” you told him, finally powering on your phone

“Wait, Y/N. Uh, maybe-”

You held up a finger to silence him as you began to scroll through your hundreds of Instagram notifications. It was strange, you’ve never gotten this many in like, ever. Maybe you did, once when you posted that selfie with Zendaya and Tom the very first day of filming but that was a few days ago, what could all this be about?

Reading each comment carefully, you were shocked to see so many people you didn’t know saying such hurtful things about you. Most of them didn’t make any sense but the ones that did and the ones that were very eloquent in stating their hatred for you brought tears to your eyes.

Harry audibly gulped, he wrung his hands together in an attempt to curb his discomfort.

“What, what is this?” you shakily muttered, sniffling as you quickly swiped down, trying to get to the photo that everyone was hating on you for.

When you finally got to the top, you were shocked to see a picture from earlier today, with you sitting on your trailer couch, bawling your eyes out in front of the TV. You slowly lifted your gaze to Harry, and your eyes began to burn with anger.

“Why would you post this?!” you yelled, thrusting your phone towards him

He didn’t get the chance to pry it out of your hands as you began scrolling through the comments again.

“I took it down, Y/N. I’m sure I did.” Harry said in his defense

‘What right does she have to be crying like that when she gets to hang out with Tom and Harry. What an ungrateful bitch.’” you read out one of the comments for Harry to hear

‘What an ugly dumb ass hoe’?” your voice rose an octave higher. You just could not for the life of you find out why these people were being so cruel.

“Please just stop reading, Y/N. I don’t want to hear any more.” Harry said, running a hand down his face

“You don’t want to hear it anymore?!”

The fucking nerve of him to say that! This was his doing! This was his idiocy at work!

“Why the hell would you even do this, Harry?! I just, I don’t get it!” you yelled, tightening your grip on your phone, you wanted to chuck it at him

Harry was at a loss. He couldn’t muster up the courage to answer your questions, mostly because he didn’t really have a good reason. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, it just.. Backfired. Horribly.

“I am really sorry, Y/N. I am so so sorry. I didn’t know people were going to react like this. Y/N, please, I am so sorry. I-”

“Leave.” you cut him off, feeling like you were going to lose your head if he didn’t leave you alone.

“Y/N, come on. Just-”

“Harry, please go. Now.”

The steely look in your eyes made his heart plummet to the floor as he began to walk to the door. Harry had to do what you said. It was all his fault, it was the least he could do now. He stepped out into the bright afternoon, and he bumped right into Tom.

“What have you gone and done now, Harry?” Tom asked, scrolling down on his phone. Looking at all the hate you got, no doubt.

“Not now, Tom.” Harry grumbled, leaning against the walls of your trailer

Tom looked at his brother incredulously, “You’re bloody right, not now, you arse. Get in there and apologise!”

“She doesn’t want to see me.”

“Well, I don’t blame her! What the fuck were you thinking posting her picture like that?”

Harry definitely wasn’t feeling the big brother hat Tom was wearing right now. He knew he was in deep shit with you and he knew he needed to apologise.

“I wasn’t thinking! Alright! That’s what you want to hear and that’s the fucking truth. I’m an arse, I know!” he snapped, rubbing his temples

“Right. Well, it’s good that you know. Now go and do something about it. Apologise.” Tom yanked your trailer door open and shoved Harry inside

You heard a dull thud from where you stood inside the bathroom. You ignored it and clutched the edge of the sink tightly, knuckles almost turning white.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths.” you chanted to yourself, trying to hold yourself together

It wasn’t very helpful though. Tears were still making their way down your cheeks, you really wished that you hadn’t read all of those comments. You really fucking wished Harry wasn’t such an idiot.


Speak of the camera-wielding devil. A tired sigh left your lips as you turned to face him, you kept one hand on the sink for support.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave?”

Guilt once again knocked into Harry’s senses, stronger this time. The skin near your eyes was red  from how harshly you had wiped your tears away but more was still coming. Harry cleared his throat and tried his best to efficiently verbalise what he needed to say.

“You did but I need to apologise, Y/N. What I did was stupid, and insensitive, and senseless. And I’m an idiot.” he hastily added that last part

You definitely agreed with him, nodding your head for him to continue.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. Please forgive me. I’ll get down on my knees if it would make you feel better.” Harry pleaded with you, his eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of forgiveness

You regarded him apprehensively. The whole thing really brought you down, even though it was ridiculous to listen to the famed “keyboard warriors.” You were new at this, and it was going to take some time for you to fully get over your so-called “haters.”

“Help me to the couch please? I’m feeling shaky.” you extended your hand out to him without letting go of the sink

Harry took your hand in his and his gentle touch brought a sense of calm to you, even though he was the root of all of this. He guided you gently to the couch and draped a blanket over you.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the space next to you


As he sat down, you found yourself inching toward the heat that radiated off him, all the crying made you cold somehow.

“May I?” Harry asked again, extending his arms towards you

The fucker was being too cute. You rolled your eyes at him but nodded anyway and it turned out to be the right call. Warmth began to seep through your body and you nuzzled your head into his chest appreciatively.

“I’m really sorry, okay? I will never ever do that ever again.” Harry whispered to you, running his fingers along the length of your back

“The only pictures you’re posting of me next time are extremely flattering selfies, do you understand me?” you looked up at him pointedly

Harry nodded earnestly and placed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, much to your surprise. You stared at him in shock but he just smiled at you cheekily.

“Yes, ma’am.”


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Ain’t Nobody Need You Like I do

Summary: Almost the very first moment you laid eyes on Mr. Ketch, you felt a strong connection. Everything seemed to be going fine until another woman joined the team, replacing your spot real quick.

Words: 2175

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader, hints at Arthur Ketch x Mary Winchester

Warnings: Angst, quite jealous!reader, smut, unprotected sex, minor character death, sort of unrequited love. Ps The smut is at the very end, it doesn’t play that much into the thing so you can stop reading when the smut starts if it makes you uncomfortable or so.

A/N: Thanks to @wayward-mirage for reading over this and helping me decide on how to end this!

You had found a liking in the mysterious man called Mr. Ketch almost the first time you laid your eyes on him. You knew people hated him, knew they thought he was a psychopath, sick, a cold-hearted murderer and what not. But there was something about him and you felt like you were the only one to see it.

There were those small cracks of humanity left inside him but unfortunately, no one else would see them. Unfortunately, no one else would notice how manipulated he was. You haven’t been a part of the British Men of Letters but you have been staying with them for support during their mission in America.

People came in and left, all the time. Though there were some faces you saw more than one. One face, you wished you didn’t have to see this much.

One person who claimed all of Arthur’s attention. One person who suddenly made you feel so useless.

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