i hope you like it nonnie

anonymous asked:

Hopefully another Cassian request isn't an issue? Can you write one where another Rebel officer flirts with the reader and Cassian gets super jealous? Please and thank you!

Nope, not an issue at all!

Here you go! I hope it’s to your liking, nonnie. 


“Before you go, I just wanted to say that I had a great time with you last night.”

Cassian’s blood boiled as he watched the scene that was unfolding before him.

Just a few feet away, you stood with Avan Parr, a fellow Rebel Alliance officer.

Cassian didn’t like the way the man was looking at you.

Or the way that you were looking at him. 

“I had a really nice time too,” You replied, flashing him a friendly smile.

Avan reached out to take your hand in his and Cassian angrily clenched his fists.

“We should do it again, you know, once your mission on Serenno is complete.”

Cassian couldn’t take it anymore and stiffly walked towards the two of you.

“I hate to interrupt,” he practically sneered, “But we’re starting to lose our time.”

Avan grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, Captain. I didn’t mean to keep your partner.”

Ignoring him, Cassian narrowed his dark eyes at you. “Get on the ship. Now.”

Your mouth fell open in pure shock. He’d never spoken to you like that before.

Without waiting for your response, he whirled around and stalked off towards his  waiting U-Wing. He hopped on board without so much as glancing back at you.

Avan frowned. “What’s with him?”

“I don’t know. But I’m certainly going to find out.”

After saying a quick goodbye to Avan, you quickly boarded the ship.

Cassian was up near the cockpit, shrugging out of his brown leather jacket. 

“Excuse me, what was that?” You asked fiercely as you approached him. 

With his back still to you, he stiffly replied, “What was what?”

“Get on the ship. Now,” You mimicked him. “How dare you talk to me like that!”

He remained silent.

“Cassian?” You waited, but still, he said nothing. “Cassian, I’m talking to you!”

Slowly, he turned around to face you. His eyes had gone stone cold. 

“In case you’ve forgotten, we have a mission we have to complete on Serenno.”

“Cassian—”

“We don’t have time for you to stand around flirting with your new boyfriend.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Avan isn’t my boyfriend, Cassian. And I wasn’t flirting with him either. We met up at the cantina last night for a few drinks and we were just telling each other that we had a good time.”

Cassian snorted, shaking his head. “Well, isn’t that sweet.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. 

“You know, if I I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were jealous.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I am not jealous.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset.”

You scoffed. “Okay, then why else would you be acting like such a damn jerk?”

Cassian groaned out of frustration. “Can you just drop it? We have to leave—”

You grabbed his arm. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk this out, Cassian. I need to know what’s going on with you. Please, just talk to me.”

He snatched his arm out of your grasp and took a step back. “What do you want me to say? That you’re absolutely right? That I’m jealous? That the second I saw him take your hand it took every single ounce of strength I had in me not to walk over and knock his head off his shoulders?” 

“Cassian, you have no right to be jealous. You know how I feel about you, you’ve always known. But you were the one who said that we couldn’t be together, that we could never be together.” Your voice started to tremble and you paused for a moment, trying to collect yourself. “You’re the one who said that we could never be anything more than just mission partners.”

“So you found somebody else,” he stated, bitterly. “You moved on.”

“Yes. No.” You let out a small groan. “I mean, I tried to.”

“You tried to?”

“Avan is a nice guy. And I’ll admit that it I really liked spending time with him.”

Cassian tightly clenched his jaw.

“I was lonely,” You continued quickly before he could say anything. “You’ve been avoiding me, Cassian. Do you think I haven’t noticed that we only ever talk when we’re sent out on missions by the council? That we don’t eat our meals together anymore like we used to? That whenever I even try and approach you, you make up some excuse to leave?” Hot, frustrated tears blurred your vision. Not wanting to cry, you furiously blinked them back. “You can’t be upset with me for trying to move on, not when you’re the one who’s been pushing me away.”

His expression suddenly softened. “I had to push you away.”

You stepped closer to him. “But why?”

“Because, what I felt—what I feel for you, it’s something that I have never felt for  anyone else before. It’s so incredibly strong that sometimes it scares me. I swear to you that I never meant to hurt you, but I was so lost and confused. I thought it would be best for me to put some distance between us. I thought that maybe if I spent less time with you, these feelings would subside. But I was wrong.”

“So what do you feel for me, Cassian?” You whispered, looking up at him.

Your eyes widened in a slight surprise as Cassian reached up and gently cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand. He put his other hand on your hip and pulled you as close as he possibly could. He looked deeply into your eyes as your arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. Cassian leaned down into you, and the both of you stood absolutely still, each waiting for the other to make the final move. 

Finally, it was Cassian who closed the remaining distance between you and him.

He softly pressed his lips to yours. Any and all hesitation that he might have had before vanished completely as you parted your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

“That,” he said breathlessly once he’d pulled away, “Is what I feel for you.”

“And here I thought you hated me or something.” You were just as breathless.

Cassian frowned. “I’m sorry. And I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. It’s just that seeing you with Parr, the thought of you with him, or with any other man that’s not me, I just couldn’t handle it.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I appreciate the apology, Cass. And I forgive you.”

Relieved, he smiled back at you. 

“And you don’t have to worry about me being with him, or with anyone else,”You assured him with all the confidence in the galaxy. “Believe me, you are the only man that I could ever want, Cassian.”



Ending was a bit meh, but it’s almost five in the morning so…yeah. 

Not 100% sure but the next imagine might be a Bodhi one! I have a request for one and it’s almost completely finished. I also have three more Cassian requests and some ideas of my own. So I have a lot of imagines to come if anyone’s interested! 

anonymous asked:

So there's a post regarding how 1/29 is the time the bomb in TEH was stopped and was the day John met Sherlock. So they might use that and air the secret special on 1/29 but I don't want to get my hopes up. I did this past week and suffered through Apple Tree Yard, just hoping. So I honestly don't know. This show has helped me in so many ways and I can't just give up on it, but at the same time, I feel like Mofitiss have given up on it, judging by TFP. I really don't know what to think.

Yes I saw that post and I liked the concept but did not reblog. I am trying to keep my hopes low and I am reblogging selected posts so that no one gets influenced via me.I always thought about the 1/29 as a tribute to the other way around. Like the bomb timer indicated the date they met. And maybe that’s all.I am in the same place as you nonny. I didn’t even watch ATY. I want to believe in the existence of another episode. But I am too heartbroken and too tired.

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Mercer’s Magnificent Mane™ appreciation post

Requested by ~Anon~

anonymous asked:

Omg could i get rfa+saeran+v reaction to mc calling them drunk because mc is spending christmas all alone and is like "lol btw i love u lmaoooooo isnt that funny anyway this wine is really strong wow but i love u ahahahahha im so alone" (ALSO CONGARTS ON 404 FOLLOWERS AND HOPE U BOTH HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!)

A/N: AAAAA THANK YOU! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! <3 HOPE EVERYONE HAS/HAD A GOOD DAY!!! IF NOT LEMME KNOW AND I’LL SEND YOU THE BIGGEST HUG AND THE SWEETEST WORDS I CAN MUSTER UP ~Admin 404

OMG THIS SOUNDS LIKE A SUPER COOL PROMPT THANK YOU NONNIE. I HOPE ALL YOU GUYS HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAVE SOME FUN TIMES WITH THE PEOPLE YOU’RE CLOSEST WITH <3 LOVE YOU (aggressivelydrunkoffloverightnowomg) ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:

-He’s the one who called you!
-Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas again (not like he said it 50,000 other times today)
-He knew you were spending it alone and felt really bad about it!
-Offered to spend it with you but you insisted you were okay, and that he should go spend it with his family!
-Once you answered, he wished you Merry Christmas and listened for a little bit as you rambled off a thank you
-You sounded a little funny? You words kept slurring and he wasn’t sure what was wrong
-”Oh, no. No no. I’m not okay.”
-P A N I C
-”I’ve a little too much to drink tonight. I didn’t even realize I had that much? But hey, ya know, you’re rreeeaaaalllllllyyyyy cute. I’d love to let you show me that you’re really a man.”
-Stuttered out that he had to go and that he hopes you sleep soon, and blushed SO HARD for the rest of the night!!

*JUMIN:

-Jumin is actually really sad that you’re alone on Christmas
- he might have had a little too much wine as well
-You two were in the messenger for .5 seconds before you decided to just call him and talk
- totally not because you couldn’t see straight enough to type anymore
-”HEYA MR. TRUSTFUND KID, WASSSSSSUP”
-???? MC? What a weird greeting
-You asked him about his day, so he told you every detail. He started to trail off and talk about C&R’s stocks, when you suddenly interrupted him
-”Damn Jumin, you’re real cute. I just love you. Like, wow. How can I get you to love me like Elizabeth? Should I wear cat ears? *whispers to self* holy shit i should buy cat ears”
-He was shocked! Did you just drunkenly admit you love him?? He knew his feelings towards you, so all he did was respond with,
-”MC. I love you as well. I think you’re extremely fascinating. Now, what was that about cat ears?”

*SAEYOUNG:

-He understood that you wanted to be alone, he’s been the same way for years
-What he couldn’t understand, though, was why you kept texting him about aliens?
-Normally he’d just play along, because he sends you the same type of texts, but…
-The amount of rambling and typos makes him think you’re possibly drunk
-When you called him, he was excited to see what your drunken mind had to say to him
- afterall, sometimes drunken minds are the ones that’ll speak all of the truth
-He sat through all of your rambling about aliens and carols, but didn’t expect what you said next
-”Ya know, you’re such a dork. But you’re a great dork. I love you. I lllloooovvveee you. Hearts beating, hearts soaring, yeeeeaaaahhh!”
- Saeyoung.exe has stopped working. Please reboot. HE WAS AS RED AS HIS HAIR. AND YOUR GIGGLE AFTERWARDS? HE DIED. THEN AND THERE. RIP SAEYOUNG.
-”MC you…you’re just so cute. You’re going to kill me, do you know that?? Don’t worry, I have this recorded so I can replay it for you in the morning, when you forget~”

*SAERAN:

-Why did you want to be alone
-You have him now, just hang out with him
- MC I’M LONELY JUST FUCKING SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME
-Wants to treat you like a princess but nnnoooooooooo you gotta stay home alone
-Freaked out at the fact you haven’t texted him in a while??
-The moment he saw your name pop up on his phone, he answered it
-Before he got to talk though, he could hear you talking to yourself, slurring your words
-You realize he picked up the phone and you were so excited!! “SAERAAAAAAAAAAN~ Hhhhiiiiiiii~ I might have drank to much but that’s okay, but I gotta tell you something. I have a secret. *giggle* sshhh, listen,,,,,, I looooove you! Yes I do! I do I do! *giggle*”
-Honestly SUPER SHOCKED that you love him? And that you admitted it? Holy shit? Quickly regains his composure and fucking smirks this lil shit
-”Oh, do you? Go ahead, go on. You love me? I love you too. Now, tell me how you’d show me just how much you love me…” woah there saeran, woah, down boy, down

*ZEN

- he didn’t get why you wanted to be alone??
- This boy got you SO many gifts and he has to give it to you on Christmas Eve and not Christmas???
-MCwhyhaveyouhaveforsakenme
-Zenwhyisurhoeassalwayssodramatic

- His face lights up when you call, omfg he’s so excited and his chest feels fuzzy
- “RAT TAIL!!! You’re so handsome *hiccup*”
- he’s really shocked because when do you drink? You don’t even take a sip of wine at the RFA parties, wtfisthis
- waitwhathELLDOYOUMEANBYRATTAIL
- “MC…are you drunk?”
- “Nooo…well, only a little bit *giggle*, I’m drunk on my love for youuu~” MCtIdon’tthinkthat’showitssaidbuturdrunkoffurasssoit’sokay
- HE’S SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU THOUGH???
- THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE’S HEARD YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT LOVING HIM
- youbetyoursweetassthisboyisgoingtothrowpartybecauseofthis
- “Princess, I know you won’t remember this, but I love you. I love all your quirks, mistakes, giggles, and stupid jokes. I love every single piece of you. I love all the bad times and good times ahead with you. I love you more than any obstacle that we’ll have to overcome. I just love you so much.”

*JAEHEE

- she didn’t really mind that you wanted to spend Christmas alone
- Jumin was probably going to make her work anyway hoeasstrustfundkidstophURTINGMYBAEHEE
- Luckily she got a day off but she felt so lonely without you!!!
- it’s okay though, she respects your privacy
- but when she hears your ring tone, she runs to her phone andtripsandknocksstuffoverontheway
- “Merry Chrismas!!! I bet you’d make a good Mrs. Claus…omg can you wear a mrs. claus themed outfit next year? *hiccup*  eVEN BETTER CAN YOU WEAR CHRISTMAS THEMED LINGERIE?
- omg the poor baehee is so flustered, first ur drunk and now you say this?? You’retryingtokillher
- “I don’t think that would be very appropriate, MC…”
- “Why noooot? My mom always told me when two people loved each other, they do a little…frick frack *giggle*”
-wowMCushouldwriteabookonhowtobeseductive
- “I mean your mom isn’t wrong, but-”
- W A I T
- you just said love
- oh my god you love her and she loves you

- “MC, I’m going to come over, is that alright?” sheneedstokissyouohmygod
- “Yeah~ Just don’t wear anything, you’re so pretty with nothing on~~~”
- omgMCurbadatthis

*V

- This poor soul is so lost when you say you want to spend Christmas alone
- he obviously respects your space, but this lil bby just wanted snuggles, Christmas movies, and hot chocolate
-MCyoureamonster
- he’s so excited when he hears your ringtone!!! Hahacausehecantseeurnameonthescreenimsowitty
- but when he answers he hears sobbing?
- W H A T
- he always knew you were a crying drunk buT IT WAS NEVER THIS BAD???
- “Hi V.. *sniffle* you know you’re cool right? Like you make my heart beat fast and i catch my breath when i look at you kind of cool? Because you’re really cool *sniffle* and it really hurts you know? *SOBBING* because I just love you so much and i know you’re terrified of a commitment like that again  and Rika was your sun and I can’t ever compare *moresobbing* And I just feel so bad because you had to go through all that pain and things never worked for you two because you just deserve the world V. You’re so precious and pure; you don’t deserve anything you’ve gotten”
- holy shit
- you’re in love with him???

- Oh man you’re right this boy is so terrified
- But he is sure of one thing
- He may be scared to love you right now, but he will NOT walk away from this
- “Listen MC. Never compare yourself to Rika, okay? But if you’re going to, I want you to know this. Yes, she was my sun, but you know what you are? You’re my moon. You shine so brightly that I can see my way out of the dark. You’re the one who guides me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever compare to what you mean to me. I may not be ready now, but I can say with certainty that one day, I will say “I love you”.”
-youtotallydidn’tgigglewhenhesaid”icanseemywayoutofthedark”

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                                              you can hate me now
                                                                         but i won’t stop now

It’s A Meta Crisis!

Anon: Hi first off I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do supernatural story were the reader is obsessed with the show but one day she wakes up in the bunker and she finds out she’s Sam and Dean’s sister but starts to freak out and her ‘brothers’ thinks she may be sick or tries to calm her down. Sorry if that’s confusing <3

Nonnie, I need to apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope this was worth the wait. Like always, please message/leave something in my inbox with comments, questions, criticism, if you want to be tagged, etc. Enjoy everyone!

Summary: You are a Sister!Winchester writer and you wake up inside the Bunker one day.

Warnings: None (yes, I know the gif is a typewriter, but it’s hard to find good gifs!)

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @jensen-jarpad @daughters-and-winsisters @lil-sister-winchester

Originally posted by mr-nikolo

“Aaaand, you’re done.” You say the final words of your newly written story aloud as you type them. You wrap your blanket bundle around you a little tighter and click the post button. “All right. You’re up for the whole world to see.” You sigh in relief, happier than ever to get this story out. School is about to start up, something you’re not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

You close your laptop slowly. You wish the magic of the holiday break didn’t have to end. The sleeping in, the bliss of not knowing what to do for a whole day, not being sure whether it was Monday or Friday. It was heaven.

You look at the clock. 11:08. Well, if you are going to get any sort of sleep for the early day tomorrow, now was as good a time as any to count sheep. You turn off your light and flop down on your bed. You don’t bother to change clothes or take off your shoes for that matter; you’d be wearing the same outfit to school the next day anyways, so why bother?

You turn your head to look around the sights of your room. A Supernatural poster from season 8 hangs on the far wall. Nearby that, you can see the different ‘hunting’ accessories you had collected over the years, scattered all around your bedroom. Some came from bygone Halloweens, others as holiday and birthday gifts. The old pocketknife with the Men of Letters symbol you carved into the handle, the iron sculpture you pilfered from a garage sale, your stashes of salt and homemade goofer dust, and the leather bag that you used for a hex bag in cosplay. A stack of plaid and flannel shirts sits piled under the poster. You’re particularly proud of the angel blade you had ‘forged’ from moldable plastic beads.

You smile, dreaming about your made up life of being the Winchester’s sister. It’s easier to gain story inspiration through dreaming fanfiction. Oh, the hunts, the magic, the creatures, the excitement, the strong sense of family. Every little aspect about it. Just, Sam, Dean, and you. Against the whole world…

Even before you wake up, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s cold. Colder than your room. You feel around for your blanket to pull up to your face. You freeze.

They’re not yours.

Your eyes open immediately. You sit up cautiously. Did I just get kidnapped? you wonder silently. A dark ceiling and plain walls meet your tired eyes that clearly do not belong to you.

You’re not in your bedroom anymore.

The walls are windowless, an odd bookshelf in the corner. Your eyes scan along the book titles: Mythology and Lore, The Official Book of Exorcisms, Shapeshifters vs. Skinwalkers Vol. 1. The entirety of the bookcase was covered with more scrolls and books like these.

“Okay…little creepy…” You glance around the room, suddenly feeling a sense of either paranoia or excitement. You’re not sure yet. The floor is made not of your soft brown-beige carpet, but a hard floor instead. The most off-putting thing is the smell; it’s a mix of air freshener and dust. Overall, pretty musty. Definitely not the smell of the scented candle at home.

Sounds are pretty much nonexistent. There was always some noise in your home. A passing car on the outside street, siblings arguing in the kitchen over who’s turn it was to use the toaster for Pop-Tarts, or the neighbor’s cat yowling in terror after being chased up a tree by a bullying squirrel.

You peer over the edge of a plain bed. There’s a large wooden chest with leather straps on it. Sort of a trunk really. You’ve never seen this before, but it’s familiar. You abruptly realize you have seen it before.

In your head.

Pieces of everything about this room fly together. The books on the shelf. The floor. The lack of windows and noise. The smell. Waking up in a different bed. Everything is how you’ve imagined it in your stories. You’ve pictured this room in your mind a thousand times, creating different story upon story in this setting.

This is the room you created for the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.

“That’s not possible…” Only one way for you to be sure. You rub your hands on the top of this mysterious box. If every other detail is right, then this would prove what was going on. Your eyes look down apprehensively, suddenly feeling a series of grooves on the lid of the trunk. You gasp aloud, trying everything to keep from screaming. A six-pointed star is burned into the top of the chest. A Star of Aquarius, better known to you as the symbol for the Men of Letters.

“Just like I wrote.” Your whole body is trembling. Jury’s still out on whether your shaking is from panic or happiness. You look down at yourself. You’re still in the same outfit you fell asleep in: black and white plaid shirt over a black tank top and ripped blue jeans. Your feet are still in the brown faux leather boots from Shopko. You’d tastefully nicknamed them your ‘Winchester Boots’. Little did you know that you’d actually be wearing them in the freaking Bunker.

You slap yourself. Ow. “Okay. Real. Not dreaming. I’m…in…the Bunker.” You turn around in place in a daze. A frightened happy smile stretches across your face. “I’m in the Bunker. The Bunker.”

You take a look at a wooden nightstand. You pull open the drawer cautiously, fearing what might be inside. Inside sits a knife, exactly like your knife in your bedroom. Your other bedroom The not Supernatural one. All the way down to the Men of Letters symbol carved inside. Which makes sense; you’ve based so much of your stories on yourself. Under that sits a small framed but faded photo. You immediately know who it should be, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You gently pick it up.

It’s happy photo of the little baby you sitting on your Dad’s shoulders. Not John Winchester’s shoulders. Your father. Riiight. The sister I created was adopted, not a Winchester by blood, you remind yourself. You stare intently at the picture, recalling the backstory you’d given your Win!sister.

A father turned into an encantado and the mom was a good friend of John Winchester so she teamed up with him in the hunting life. Y/N, became real close to Sam and Dean, helping out with research in her early years and later learning the trade. Teaming up wasn’t a constant thing, but enough to where the boys considered her their sister. John ended up killing Y/N’s dad when he showed up years later. Sam and Dean meeting up became less and less until it stopped completely when Y/N helped Sam get to Stanford. Contact resumed at Roadhouse with Ellen. Her mom died when the Gates of Hell were opened while Y/N was young. She’s been in Sam and Dean’s care since-

You’re cut off by a sudden, yet soft, knocking on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

You know that mellow voice all too well. You gasp loudly and just barely manage to hold on the to the picture before it can shatter. Standing in front of the door is the freaking giant of a man Sam Winchester.

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He looks at you with mild concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you.” He finishes with a natural smile. “You didn’t answer your phone. Dean and I just finished one weird case. You’re gonna laugh your head off at this one.”

You back up into the side of bed, still not sure whether to be terrified or bouncing off the walls. You can barely hold onto your voice.

“S-Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyebrows shoot like rockets towards the ceiling. “Sam??”

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“Sam Winchester??”

Sam steps towards you. “Y/N, is something going on?”

“Sam freaking Winchester. In front of me.” You run your twitchy hands through your hair. “Oh gosh, this is happening. This is real. This-this-i-i-it’s. Holy mother flippin’ Metatron. You’re Sam Winchester.”

Sam smiles unsure with a little laugh in his throat. “Y/N, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.”

You start gesturing frantically, as you usually did when you fangirled. “Yes yes yes yes, I know I know I know! This i-i-i-is. This is unbelievable. I mean, you’re right there and I’m right here in this room and-” You abruptly stop and take a look at Sam, who is slowly backing towards the exit. “I’ve gone meta, haven’t I?”

“Uh…Dean!” Sam shouts over his massive shoulder.

“What?”

The distant reply of another voice you know hits your ears and a dorky grin stretches across your face. “Oh man, Dean’s here too. Oh boy. Oooookay…”

“C’mere for a sec!” Sam gives you a funny look. “Just…stay right here for a minute.”

You sit down on the bed, beyond happy to comply. “Okay!” Your energy level is off the charts.

Sam walks out of the room with a slightly faster pace than you expect. You hear his footsteps recede to where they’re undetectable. You get up off the bed, a whole new strength coursing through you; in your sudden excitement to see the Winchesters, you ignored the fact that not only are you in a different place, but you’re different too. Your body is roughly the same height, maybe a little taller. But you’re extremely fit now. You feel muscles bulging out of your arms, calves, and torso. It’s a whole new thing. You’re still around the same size as you were, but more of a body-builder version rather than a light exerciser.

You run your hands along the slightly bulging muscles in your upper arms. “Cool.” Your eyes sidle to an unopened closet. A new thought hatches in your mind. “I wonder…” You walk over and open the door, adrenaline and adventure filling your energetic body. You smile. Inside, behind the rack of clothing, is the set of weaponry you dreamt of always having. Shotguns and rifles and swords and pistols and ninja stars and salt rounds and-

You lay your eyes on the two weapons you crave the most: the Enochian carved angel blade from your I See Wings series and three sets of throwing knives you imagined: One for demons, one for creatures, one for witches. Each knife set was enchanted with spells you had found in the Bunker, designed with silver or iron or salt.

At least, that’s how you wrote it. You still hope it’s true.

You pry one out from it’s meticulously crafted case. Oh, the glory of holding one of those babies is indescribable. The black leather grip, the smoothness of the knife, the simplistic beauty of the curvature. You never knew how long you waited for this moment. And your new body is just begging you to try the knife out. You curl it back almost daintily, aim and…

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Before you can let your blade loose, Dean himself comes striding into your room. He’s on guard instantly when he sees you with the knife. “Woah, Y/N.” He rushes over to your side and grabs your wrist. “If you wanna throw, we’ve got the shooting range, not your room.”

You stare at him in utter shock, that goofy fangirl smile coming back onto your face. “Dean?” you whisper. Your eyes grow wide. “You’re…real…”

Dean knits his eyebrows together. He scoffs and sits you down on the bed by your shoulders. “Course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You can see Sam standing in the door, hesitant to come in the room. Your eyes flick rapidly between the two of them. “I’m-I’m really here? This isn’t some sort of…prank or-or joke or…” You look into the Winchester’s eyes, ever growing concern stretching across their faces. “I mean…you’re both real…” you breathe out.

Dean sets your throwing knife on the bed. “Y/N, are you high?” The seriousness in his voice throws you off guard.

“No! No, no, nope!” you yelp. “Definitely not high.” You scan around the room distractedly, trying to ground yourself on something. “Not high…definitely…not…”

“Uh-huh…” Dean clearly doesn’t believe you. He turns to Sam. “And you just found her like this?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on-”

“What was the last thing that happened to you?” you interrupt. If you can figure out what just happened to the boys, then maybe you can figure out how you got here.

Dean takes a breath. “Well, you wanted to stay and get some research done. We just got back from some weird ass musical about our lives.”

Season 10 episode 5, you immediately think. “So, you’re not a demon anymore and,” you point to Sam, “you just killed Calliope then, right?”

Sam squints at you. “How do you know that?”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The expression on Dean’s face just melts your poor little fangirl heart. The concern, the honesty. Ugh.

“I…I don’t know. I just woke up here and…” You struggle to find the right words when a lightbulb goes off. You stand up off the bed. “Do you remember when Balthazar zapped you two to an alternate universe?”

Both Sam and Dean groan. “Damn, that was bad,” Dean complains.

“Well, think of this as a reverse one of those.” You grin sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the room as it dawns on the boys. Sam speaks up first.

“You mean…you’re from…”

“Not exactly.” You rub the back of your neck. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I write stories about the show Supernatural. Mostly about if Sam and Dean Winchester had a sister…” you fade out seeing as Dean’s head looks like it’s about to explode.

“Wait, you what??”

“In the show, it’s just…well, you two. But, I began writing my own stories imagining if you two had a sister. And I guess I’m having some kind of meta crisis right now, apparently. I woke up here in the world I created.”

“In the body of our sister.” Dean sounds more hostile towards you than before.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of a reverse Balthazar situation with a bit of Chuck mixed in.”

Sam looks the least freaked out out of everyone in the room. “Okay. So, you wrote about…us and if we had a sister? Why if?”

“In my life or universe or whatever, Y/N Winchester doesn’t exist except in the stories I write.” You take a look at Dean who looks like he could Hulk out on you. You raise your hands defensively. “I based her on me though. So, it’s not like I’m possessing her; I am her. Sort of.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You wrote her so you are her?”

“Pretend you rewrote the Lord of the Rings with you in them. But, you didn’t want to name yourself after you, so you came up with another name. Like…Jim. Then you find yourself in that story you wrote as Jim. But you based Jim off of you so it is you in it’s own way.”

“This is already making my brain sick.” Dean rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“No, I get it. That makes sense.” You silently thank Sam for saving your bacon.

“The only question is how I got here. I literally went to sleep and woke up here. Nothing different than normal.”

“Okay…if you were writing this, as a story, what would you explain it as?”

You put a hand up to the back of your neck, a habit when you try to concentrate. “Well, if I was writing this, I’d probably be dealing with a spell of some kind, but nothing crazy happened to me last night. So,” you begin to pace, “that leaves me with…oh. Great.” You sigh and purse your lips together.

“What?”

“Hex bags. I have one in my room.” The Winchesters continue to stare at you. You sigh. “Not a witch, it’s just for cosplay and Halloween. But, I didn’t sweep my room last night. Someone could’ve swapped it out for a real one.”

Dean tips his head up to the ceiling. “I freaking hate witches.”

“Well, it might not be a witch.”

“What do you mean?”

“A witch is only one idea. It might be a tulpa, or a really messed up spirit, or-” You stop, a new idea entering your head. You close your eyes. “Ah, crap.” You raise your hand in a ‘shut-up’ gesture, simply going over to a tv set in the corner of the room and turning it on.

Dean leans forward on the bed. “You gotta kidding me.”

“Perks of writing your own world. You get a pretty good hunch on who did it.” A Casa Erotica scene starts setting up.

Sam points to the screen. “But, he died.”

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A very familiar waiter rips off his mustache. “Think again, boys. And girl.” Gabriel pops out through the tv screen landing in front of you and the Winchesters. A weird combination of a smile and an ‘exasperated-parent face’ hits your face. The archangel looks at you. “How do they do it on BBC?” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you miss me?”

Lose Myself

Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – You didn’t mean to snoop through Dean’s things, but you can’t ignore what you found.

Word Count – 1,689

Warnings – None

A/N – Anonymous request: Hey there! I really love your writing -Always is my personal fave- and I was wondering whether I could get a request. Sooo Dean and the reader are bffs since they were very young and in love but too stubborn 2 admit it. One day the reader searches his closet for something and discovers a box full of mementos including photos and her favorite scarf, the one she thought she’d lost the night Dean left to go look for his dad. She conforts him about it and he admits his feelings. What do you think?

Hope you like it, Nonnie!  Thank you so much for the request!  As always feedback is loved and appreciated!  Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories.  

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You’d completely ransacked your closet twice and still couldn’t find your favorite flannel. Disgruntled, you walked back to the laundry room to see if it had inadvertently fallen between or behind the machines.  You’d been missing it for a couple of weeks now and with the temperature beginning to drop outside, you really wanted to wear it.  It used to belong to Dean, but you’d long ago taken it over and refused to give it back. 

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Prompt: Hey Cass… So I recently got mugged (the asshole took all I had including some stuff with sentimental value AND had the nerve to assault me) and I was wondering if you could write something about that. I’m sorry if the requests are closed, I really don’t wanna bother, but I just feel like shit and completely powerless. Thank you for reading this anyway and I hope you know how much your writing makes me happy 

Nonnie, I am so incredibly sorry this happened to you.  I hope this makes you feel a little better ♥  I’m also sorry about the lame title - I couldn’t come up with anything better and I wanted to get this posted for you today (((hugs)))

Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 5349

Warnings: Language, depiction of a mugging, assault/injuries, as much fluff as I could possibly cram in

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