Here you can find my writing that I’ve done for either Teen Wolf or
The Originals, as well as Captain Hook/Kilian Jones from Once Upon A
Time. Ones that have been requested by people and the ones that I have
written as well. Enjoy reading through them :). And anybody’s welcome to
request, just send me an ask. x
Confirmation Day part 1 is when Darren admitted that he had a gf on the radio for the first time and Chirs held hands with W in Disney in France.
Confirmation Day 2: Chris finally after avoiding it for 4 years, confirmed W as his BF on the Sirius XM interview. He did it in the most akward manner. He said he was a screenwriter despite the fact that up until this, he was known as a Producer.
This interview was taped the same day as the new pick of M&D kissing.
To be honest, I know people are upset. I actually cannot stop laughing. The PR component to this nonsense has never been more clear or more transparent.
Why is this happening? Multiple reasons,. Yes, Darren has a new band and a new show. Chris has a new book and a new show. So that is partially the issue.
But more, a lot of damage control is needed. Mia has a boyfriend. He’s impossible to ignore. And Darren has been acting up over and over and over again. And Chris has failed to sell Chill for quite some time. So strategies were formulated to try and promote the PR relationships. Likely between teams, as they have been doing for years.
But honestly, what i think is really responsible is called pay out. 2 people have been parading around for years as the SOs. M has a contract, make no mistake about that. W likely has been offered similar things, likely he has a contract as well. This is them making sure to cash in on whatever is owned before the end (whenever that may be, I am certainly not making a prediction). Mia’s is related to music- that was always the goal. And do not be shocked if she plays a role in Computer Games. I fully expect it. Will I am assuming would like an in into the entertainment industry, i guess now as a screenwriter?
The other thing i think is happening. And something Chris does. A LOT. He is taking some of the burden from Darren. They are in this together. Equally. And in the end, I truly believe Chris wants to shoulder equal blame. Now they both have overtly lied. No one can say one is more to blame.
And honestly, if you blame one more than the other that is a mistake. What they have done is a choice they have made to protect each other and their relationship. Chris would not have played along if he was not completely in love. and Chris has as much to loose as Darren when the truth comes out. To ignore that is a mistake.
PR PR PR. This is nothing more than PR. And anyone who isn’t shaking their head and questing everything is doing themselves a disservice.
[A little note: I wanted to do a part two to this so long ago but lost the inspiration to finish until recently. Since this a continuation - part one is right here. Most Wanted is such a favourite of mine and I wanted to finish this in time before the choicescreates deadline. Kudos to the lovely ladies @mrswalkerwrites@ladyashtonofcordonia and @blazerina that helped me work through some qualms I had with writing this and for supporting me! Also huge thanks to Mags for never giving up on this story @diamondsaregold. There are subtle mentions of torture in here so in case this may be a trigger for you.]
[Summary: Samantha Massey is gone. There is no trace of her, but David Reyes and the rest of the team refuses to give up until they’ve found proof that she hasn’t disappeared off the grid.]
“Sam? Sam?! Dammit Sam!” David Reyes’s voice sounded nearly shrill to his own ears, and mildly off-putting compared to his regular facade. When he couldn’t hear her answer - not even the grumble of her agitated breath inside his ear anymore, his feet carried him faster. It had to have been minutes he remained listening. A car started and he could hear grumbles of distinct Spanish.
Shit, shit. Panic flew to his chest and refused to budge as he muttered quick excuses as he rushed through crowds of people. He saw Ryan Summers out of the corner of his eyes, shooting him a puzzled expression before his own darkened in understanding. He spared the celebrity a firm nod, and otherwise ignored the rest of patrons in the hall. Dodging between the flood of guests, he flitted with increasing speed and all he could think about was finding his partner before it was too late.
The nearest exit had to be around here somewhere. “Massey - this isn’t funny,” he croaked, “get the hell out of there.” His breath quickened, “now.”
The voice on the other line hadn’t been his Sam when he finally heard an answer. It was too low and thick of a heavily accent that didn’t sound as if it belonged to his southern partner. His stomach bunched into knots as the man spoke crisply inside his ear.
“You follow us and we kill her.”
There was no mistaking the venom inside the tone, nor did his threatening promise fall on deaf ears. It was one of Santos men, if Dave was a betting man, and he was - their case had suddenly become a lot harder.
The detective could barely keep a rein on his temper to snap back at the man, and demand for Sam. He needed to play it coolly. He was Reyes - the Dave Reyes. He couldn’t allow his anger to dictate his own dealings with people. He was a negotiator - not a shit disturber. He tried for patience before speaking.
He wasn’t a man of action without having some sort of plan - but the fresh panic made it difficult for him to think on his feet, and it refused to subside no matter how much he tried. Split seconds turned into a minute, before he spoke thinly. “Look, you don’t need take a civilian. She’s just my date to the gala.” He knew the man on the other line had figured who he was at this point, “I’m a far better trade than her.”
The voice on the other line had laughed, before he heard the sound of another person - too familiar for it to be anyone except the man they had been hunting for months, speaking clearly inside his ear. “Please do not take me for a fool detective Reyes.”
He nearly stumbled in his step. He hadn’t expected them all to be travelling inside the same vehicle. Shit, that meant they took less men than he had anticipated. “Santos, I don’t think we’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He tried to sound smooth, but his pulse was racing as he skirted another corner of the hall. How many did this godforsaken manor have?
“I know exactly who you are Mr. Reyes.” The man tsked, “And this woman too. Samantha Massey, si?”
Dave swallowed so loudly, that Santos laughed. “I think you’re mistaken. I never take work with me, and I never mix business with pleasure.”
“That’s not what I’ve been told. Ah detective, while I enjoy our little game I have other things to attend to.” A pause. “We were always three steps ahead of you.”
He cursed. How had he known? Had Sam been right this entire time? Did someone tip Santos off before they arrived here? His voice faltered, “Listen, Santos -”
The line went dead before Dave could finish his sentence. He flung a string of harsh expletives,. As if the situation couldn’t have gotten any worse - there cover was blown.
When he discovered the back entrance of the manor, he quickly sifted through, however his new hope of finding them was short-lived the moment he stumbled outside. His feet merely hit the gravel pavement in the same split seconds of hearing car tires screeching before his eyes turned sharply towards the sound.
Santos’ car had been too dark for his eyes to follow; blending in with the rest of the midnight air before it quickly merging into traffic. Running his hands through his hair, he stared baffled for a moment, wondering how their plan had turned from bad to worse before he could grapple with their circumstances. Giving himself a mental shake, he called the precinct while his eyes caught the sight of the discarded earpiece, almost gleaming under the quiet moonlight.
At further inspection, the device had been deliberately trampled on and with its ruined state any hope of chasing after them had dwindled into nearly nothing. Reza had been the that answered and Dave had quickly begun speaking before the man could say anything.
He uttered another foul curse in the middle of his sentence. The panic was back and it threatened to make him utter a strangled noise of frustration, as he pocketed the earpiece and swung his gaze towards the front of the manor.
For the first time in his life, detective Reyes was unsure how to proceed.
ALSO: Yesterday was smut fanfic appreciation day! So there are a lot of blogs who posted a lot of hot fics ;) two of them who tagged me were @atc74 and @impalaimagining so check their blogs and all the smut!
Feel free to tag me in your stuf (it’s actually encouraged), it
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Preview: Our lives are made of Choices. Dean has been forced to make many hard ones in his life, but one that he has always regretted is the one that lead him to lose his best friend and love of his life. By pure coincidence, another choice leads him back to her, but will Dean like the decisions she has made? Will it even matter now with the price the British Men of Letters have on her head?
A/N: Thanks to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for making this gorgeous cover for me!
This is gonna be a three part series with loads of angst. It takes place in or around season 12 with flashbacks to previous years.
I haven’t written a series that takes place in the actual SPN universe for a while but I am really stoked about this one. All three parts will be based on Imagine Dragons songs and part 1 and 2 are entries for @mamapeterson‘s Fanfiction Album Challenge, while part 3 is my entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s push yourself challenge.
Thanks to the Sam to my Dean and amazing editor @blacktithe7 for betaing this series for me.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mich Davis, Arthur Ketch, Castiel, Garth and Beth Fitzgerald (mentioned)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: torture (not all that graphic), implied smut, secrets,
Word Count: 3900ish
A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: I Bet My Life
It is part two of a three part story - the two first fics are entries for the same challenge and the third is gonna be an entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Push yourself challenge. The song I am writing for, for her challenge is also an Imagine Dragons song so their music is gonna be a theme throughout this series.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
Thanks so much to always brilliant @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me.
You had lost track of time. You had no idea how long you had been in this white room with a single mirror on the far wall. You also didn’t care. You just stared defiantly at the mirror. You knew it was a window and the brits that had taken you were hiding behind it, plotting your fate. All you cared about was staying alive, staying the distraction for as long as it took for them to get far, far away. You would never tell them anything.
At first, the british guy with the weird beard had tried. He talked to you, asking you questions. You never answered. You just sat there staring at him, soaking up his every word without as much as flinching. He didn’t know anything. You had nothing to fear.
Well that wasn’t exactly true. What came after the first brit was another. Clean shaven, dead eyes, and with no empathy what so ever. He beat you with your hands tied behind your back, but you kept getting back up. You placed yourself back in the chair, looking defiantly back up at him, only to let out a painful scream when he jammed the needle into your neck with a cold grin on his face.
You slipped off the chair, passing out cold on the floor cold. You had no way of knowing how long you had been out for when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.
“Y/N. Hey, Y/N/N. Come back to me baby.” Dean gently stroked your hair away from your face, making you force your eyes open.