title part 1

Series: An Unexpected Casualty

Title: Elder - Part 1
Characters: Iris/Reader, V, Jimin, Namjoon, Jungkook, Suga, J-Hope, BTS
Warnings: Foul language, Violence, Smut in later chapters
Genre: Multifandom AU, Dramedy, Tragedy, Romance
Word Count: 6927
Summary: Looking to avenge the death of your first love, your plans are brought to a standstill when the lines are crossed between enemy, ally, and lover. 
Author’s Note: The first part of the third installment in the Unexpected Casualty series/universe. If you caught the hints, more groups will follow soon. Enjoy!
Catch Up: |Jasmine - P1|Geranium -  P1|Jasmine - P2|Geranium - P2

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

You had finally found him.

He was sitting in a coffee shop across the street from the small specialty library you were currently viewing him from. He had ordered a beverage twenty minutes ago, taking slow sips every now and then as he pretended to surf the web on his phone. You knew he was faking. You yourself had put up a facade of reading a book for the past 45 minutes and had seen him eyeing the young woman across the shop. She had also been there for approximately twenty minutes. The library as well as the coffee shop was closing soon and you both knew the woman would make her move any minute.

There was no denying it was him. His out of focus jpeg image had been carved into your retinas for a year for one purpose and you were ready to fulfill it.

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The Arrangement: Part 1

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 1

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1944

Warnings: None in this chapter, maybe language

Author’s Notes:  This is part one of a multi-part series. Shifts between two points of view. Huge thanks to @mamapeterson for her invaluable help.

Originally posted by ilostmyshoe-79

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Tokyo Ghoul :Re Ch. 100 (Raw Text Translation) Part 1

Title: Of the Red Hand

Narration: At the silent “point”, new measures against Ghouls have come to…?

Urie is waiting for someone with his arms folded.

[At the CCG Headquarters]

A meeting is being held of the Special Class investigators. Matsuri, Suzuya, Ui, Mogan and Furuta are there. Matsuri looks haggard and is spacing out and Suzuya is eating candy.

Ui: Is Kiyoko coming?

Mougan: Mmm, she’s still not feeling well so…

Ui: What are we going to do about “That”?

Matsuri: Huh?

Ui: The head chairman’s…

Matsuri: Oh, his last will and testament? 

Narration: After the death of head chairman Tsuneyoshi Washuu, a letter of reccomendation was found written by him in his desk.

The letter reads: “I recommend Furuta Souta for the next Bureau Director of the CCG”

Matsuri: … we’re thinking it through.

Ui: Furuta is… that pathetic First Class who was Associate Special Class Kijima’s underling?

Mougan: I don’t see how an investigator with no merits can suddenly become Bureau Director, Mr. Acting Director.

Ui: (In the future, it would customarily be the eldest son, Special Class with merits, Washuu Matsuri who became Director. However, we can't just ignore the influence of the Head Chairman’s letter. I don’t get what his true motive was…. no…. but, “Matsuri as he is now” seems to be unable to carry the burden of the CCG by himself.)

Furuta suddenly shows up late to the meeting.

Furuta: I’m so sorry I’m late~ I was dealing with the news coverage and stuff- it’s a whirlwind of activity around the “CCG Investigator's Cochlea Breakout”.

Ui: (He came…) Wouldn’t that kind of work be best left to the general business, First Class Furuta?

Ui: (Furuta Nimura…. formally Washuu Furuta-Souta. There’s a reason he’s been invited to this Special Class meeting. Apart from his time as Kijima’s subordinate, his origin and history are completely unknown. We still need to confer more on who will be the next Bureau Chief, so our aim is to use this meeting to find how just who this Furuta is. Just because he’s a part of the Washuu clan…)

Furuta: Associate Special-

Ui: Stop calling him an investigator, he’s not one any more.

Furuta: Ah, sorry. The special culprit “HS”. From the time where we were chasing down Takatsuki, he did things like an unauthorized search of her house and coercive questioning… I couldn’t help but question the lawfulness of his actions. However, this will depend on the results of the investigation but I think that it’s because he was stronger than anyone else, as I understood it. However… but… I still don’t know why this happened.

Ui: Special Class Washuu, his footprints have come to an end. By pretending to be the “One-Eyed King” he might have been able to gather the power of the remaining Aogiri Tree members.

Matsuri: Is that so…

Ui stares at Matsuri who is spaced-out.

[Ui on a smoking break]

Ui: (Should we go with Matsuri, or Furuta? The Washuu’s are no longer any good. Neither is the CCG….)

Nearby, Ito and Takeomi go towards Kuroiwa.

Misato: Special Class Kuroiwa…

Kuroiwa: Yes. Misato, Itou, Takeomi, we must do what only we can do.

Ui turns to go, but Itou chases him down..

Itou: Ui-san

Ui: Itou-kun, what is it?

Itou: Have you heard anything from Take-san?

Ui: No.

Itou: I… see… (It’s true that I never knew what Take-san was thinking… but I still…)

He remember always being behind him.

Itou: I thought that he trusted me. I just can accept that he’s a culprit! I don’t need Ui-san to tell me but….. and also Haise…. to repay our kindness with such evil….

Ui: Itou-kun, in reference to Former Investigator Hirako, you know more than anyone. But since this has already happened, you should put your

personal feelings aside. If you don’t, you will lose something important to you. The two of them betrayed the CCG without telling us. That’s all there is to it.

Ui turns and leaves, but his own words haunt him.

Ui: (Something important…. What is important to me? Arima, who I looked up to as a teacher. Hirako who I thought understood me. Hairu, the co-worker that I nurtured myself. Sasaki, the junior who I was desperate to get closer to.

He stops and starts to cry.

Ui: I’ve lost everything, haven’t I…. why do you fight, Ui Koori?

22 Days Of Christmas - Part 1

Title: 22 Days Of Christmas - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Author: fvckingbuckyandsteve

22 Days Of Christmas Masterlist

Summary:This 22 Days Of Christmas is a new Drabble series, it’s made out of 22 Drabbles, a new one each day for Either Bucky or Steve.

Originally posted by xxxjoanwongxxx

Your name: submit What is this?

“Sweetheart, what will we be getting?” Bucky asked casually as I pushed the trolley pass the lanes of the grocery store, my messy hair in a ponytail as I scanned the aisle of food when Bucky tapped my shoulder, a small smirk on his face.

“Allow me doll,” he said and I shoved him playfully, stepping aside watching as he took over the annoyingly noisy trolley, pushing it forward as I moved, keeping my eyes on the Basil I needed to perfect my turkey that did I mention I haven’t even bought yet.

“What’s on the list Buck?” I asked, grabbing a few glass bottles of beer and loading them into the trolley knowing Tony would make a fuss if beer wasn’t a guest at his Christmas Party next week.

“Let’s see doll, I’ll gladly only have you on my list” he said chuckling as he allowed his striking blue eyes to take in my form. “Buck!” I said trying to stifle my laughter, punching his shoulder lightly as we both giggled like two high school kids.

“Young love, beautiful isn’t it” Bucky and I turned to see an old couple, their eyes fixed on us and serene smiles on their faces.

“Is he your husband sweetie?” The old lady asked, as she picked up her jar of mayonnaise.

“No, he’s my boyfriend” I said smiling as Bucky wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’d like to be your husband (y/n)” Bucky said pressing a kiss to my temple as he shot the older man a bright smile.

I smiled up at him, Bucky wasn’t perfect in the eyes of the world, but he was in mine. He was everything I wanted, everything I had been searching for, he is my comfort, love and most importantly he is my home.

“Well, we have to go” The man who had introduced himself as Jeremy said as he held his wife’s hand, walking past the aisle of food.

“Do you think we’ll be like them? Growing old together?” I asked, as Bucky pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“There’s no one I rather spent my life with doll” Bucky replied, smiling.

I grabbed the flour and sugar, damn those gingerbread men that Natasha loves so much.

“Okay doll! We have chicken wings, waffles, twenty packs of beer, five boxes of shawarma,” Bucky started and I rolled my eyes, typical Tony. I made a turn, grabbing every item he had just listed off and dropped them into the trolley.

“Next, endless boxes of pop tarts” Bucky said cocking an eyebrow as he glanced at me. We both sighed and said at the same time.


I dropped almost what seemed like half of all the pop tart boxes into the now heaving trolley, watching as Bucky had his bionic arm on the trolley and his other hand clutching the never ending list.

“And preferably my girlfriend in new lingerie” Bucky teased and I bit my lip turning to face the man who had a smirk etched on his handsome face.

“What? Can’t a guy admire his best girl?” He asked innocently. I shook my head, moving forwards, and pressing my lips onto Bucky’s plump ones, nearly moaning as he dropped the list, his now free hand wrapping around my waist pulling my closer to his chest.

I smiled into the kiss, feeling his tongue swipe across my bottom lip and teasingly, I pulled away. “Sweetheart,” Bucky said almost pleading as I shook my head.

I had an idea and I smiled coyly knowing Bucky would definitely give in to this one.

“Bucky, once we finish shopping, I promise when we get back, you can do whatever is it you want to me” I said, smirking as his eyes lit up to match the season.

“I can tie you up?” He asked, licking his lips as I picked up a can of whipped cream dropping into the trolley, my eyes fixated on his blue ones.

“Anything you want James” I said softly, grinning as Bucky sped through the list, filling our trolley with all of the necessities, the two us eager for what was waiting for us when we got back.

God I hope you guys like this one.

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Tokyo Ghoul :Re Ch 101 (Raw Text Spoilers Part 1)

Title: A Toy’s

Title page: Kaneki and Furuta, Mirrored.

Narration: Wanting a conversation, Kaneki faces Furuta. What are the two talking about, from their different standpoints?

Furuta: Well then, let me start over, “Former Associate Special Class”-dono. What brings you here today? ::dokidoki::

Kaneki: I just suddenly missed you, after so long, Furuta-san.

Furuta: Ew, don’t say that to me! Or at least I want a woman to say that to me. But there’s no chance that’s for real, after all, you are a “busy one” now…

Kaneki: Then can I ask about the top of the CCG?

Furuta: Oh, about how they got massacred? Is that it?

Kaneki: It seems that that incident was the doing of a Ghoul.

Furuta: Indeed it is very pitiable. Inside the CCG, we say it is the work of “Wanted Suspect HS”- ah, that’s you isn’t it. It’s said that he was guided by many helpers and carried out the direction with a Pierrot’s kagune.

Kaneki: Ah, so it was you after all. All I wanted was to “have a discussion” with the Washuu Family who are at the top of the CCG. Is it Washuu Matsuri who currently holds the power in the CCG?

Furuta: “Currently” it is so. Well, but soon it will be me. Papa-rin (TN: this is a cutesy way of saying papa) left me a posthumous recommendation. Therefore, Associate Special Class, why don’t you have your discussion here with me now?

Furuta: Ah! I just thought of something really good! How is this?

He grabs Kaneki by the throat and whispers in his ear.

Furuta: How about you “Shoulder all your sins and disappear?”. Ruling ghouls by fears after killing the whole Washuu clan, as the One Eyed King. There’s no choice except for the CCG and Ghouls to join hands to defeat him! When cornered by an enemy, for the first time humanity jumps the fence of their tribes to overcome! Directed and produced by Furuta Nimura.

Furuta: So let’s go down that line? I did a good job of killing the Washuus if I do say so myself. What do you say, Associate Special Class?

Kaneki: I don’t want to hand you the reigns of my bridle after that *sweats*

Furuta: Well then, I guess our negotiations just broke down.

Kaneki gets series for a moment.

Kaneki: There is one thing I want to ask.

Kaneki: On that day, the one who dropped the steel beams on me was you, wasn’t it? Pierrot Souta-san. Why did you choose me?

Furuta: Eh? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I wasn’t aiming for you! You’re so full of yourself! It’s gross!

He holds his stomach with pain from laughing too much.

Furuta: Did you hear about Rize from Takatsuki?

Kaneki: I heard she was a ghoul related to “V”.

Furuta: The Washuu clan has several branch families. They include many different roles, including “Seeds” and “Wombs”. The ones that arrange things from the shadows like me and Arima Kishou were the “Odd Jobs”. Those are the people known as “V”. On one side, making failures of mixed human and ghoul blood like me and Arima, but on the other side protecting the pure Washuu bloodline were “Wombs”. Rize was one of those.

Furuta: Speaking of Rize’s past, that was so sweet. In my child’s mind, I saw myself marrying her one day. Yes, I was very cute…

[Flashback to Furuta and Rize as children]

The two are rolling around playing and Rize hugs Furuta.

Rize: Nimura smells so good, I want to eat him!

Furuta: I want to be eaten!

Rize: But if I do it you’ll die.

Furuta: Yup, I’ll die~

[End flashback]

Furuta: I couldn’t bear the idea of that perverted old man or his descendants raping her, so I helped her run away. Because I loved her.

Furuta: But with that body of hers, and able to fully enjoy her freedom, she didn’t even care for one atom of my powdered body. If after singing the praises of freedom she was to have a kid… I thought about this and couldn’t sleep at night. At last, I decided to put her in a place where I could reach her. You just happened to be a university student that was there, ta-da!

Furuta: Since the old man is dead, if I can become Head Chairman, I will be able to officially marry Rize, yay!

Kaneki’s expression has paled.

Kaneki: Is that what it was. However, you have done all this just for that reason?

Furuta: Not everything needs a reason! People who can’t do things without a reason are shit!

Furuta: I want to do everything that I want to do. After all, I was born into this world for that. You wanted to ask this to someone at the top of the CCG right? Can we end the conversation here? As the next head of the CCG, I’ve got a lot to prepare! If you want someone to talk to, talk to my nephew Matsuri! He’s in a very laughable state right now.

Furuta: Oh, and I’ll tell you one more thing. I want Rize to make me lots of children, like the 101 Dalmatians! When I unveil this one day, please come and play with me! Ufufufu.

He turns and leaves.

Furuta: Cicadaaaaa~~~

After he is gone, Fuka comes out of hiding and talks to Kaneki.

Fuka: King, is it okay to not follow him?

Kaneki: It’s okay. Even if I beat him, I won’t get any more out of him. Right now… it’s possible…

Fuka: ??

Kaneki: It may have been enough to find out that Furuta is the one that holds the power now.


Title: hair (Soulmate AU) PART 1

7 days of imagines

|day 1| |day 2| |day 3| |day 4| |day 5| |day 6| |day 7|

 I sat on the couch, I just got my hair dyed, bright blue. I just wanted a change to my boring hair color. A bright blue was just what I needed. 

 "Your soulmate might be pissed at you for that" my mother nagged

 "He’ll just deal with it" I said with a smirk

 It was a weird belief that your soulmate would change hair color when you dyed it or sprayed color in it. It happened to some people but people claim to prove it with science. 

 That night I was busy scrolling through my tumblr feed. I then saw a picture of Chandler Riggs at Stalker Walker convention with sudden blue hair. I looked at it for 5 minutes. Just staring at the one photo not knowing what to say. I jumped out of bed and got into my car. 

I had a theory.


 ((Chandler’s POV)) 

I woke up the next morning with a million colors in my hair. Bright unflattering orange, pukey green and yellow plus so many more. First blue now this? 

 "Your soulmate must really hate you" Grayson said

 "C'mon, your helping me. It’s war"


((Your POV))

 I was in the middle of a speech for class, when suddenly I felt something happening to my hair 

“(Y/N) your hair is changing!” My best friend yelled 

I stopped my speech and ran to the nearest reflective object. My hair was black, except some white writing on it “CR RULES”. 

During my study hall I was scrolling through instagram when I got to a video from Chandlerriggs5. 

 "Dear soulmate, should we call it truce. Meet me in six flags at 12 pm. You better be there you owe me for those awful colors.“ he said in his video

 I sat there awestruck.

 "What’s wrong?” The one friend I had in study hall asked

 "I have to go to Atlanta" I told him


Confidence // Newt Scamander (Part 1)

Title: Confidence

Author: Steph

Characters: Newt Scamander x reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Newt is told by Jacob and Queenie to act differently around the reader to try and get their attention 

Word count: 659 words

Requested by: anon and @pewdelia12 

Notes: Sorry this took me so long! I combined both of your requests since they are pretty similar. Also, there might be a part two! I hope you enjoy :)

Newt sighed, watching you from afar. Holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and his wand in another, he stirred the drink absentmindedly.

“I know that look,” Jacob started.

Immediately, Newt jumped from his seat in surprise and dropped the coffee which used to suspend in midair, now lying on the table, glass broken and coffee dripping to the floor.

“What look?” Newt questioned, flicking his wand at the spilled coffee and, automatically, it glued itself back together and seemingly refilled the cup along with it.

“I’ve seen that look before. I see it all the time. When I’m at Central Park, in the streets. Heck, even in that God-forsaken canning factory. I haven’t seen it from you, however.”

Newt smiled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Awake Part 1

 Title: Awake

Summary: You had just graduated with a degree in English and thanks to some writing competitions you had gotten noticed and offered the job of a life time right out of school. This job was your dream job, you were going to be a writer for the tv show Supernatural, your favorite tv show. The whole cast and crew are very welcoming and kind and you find yourself making some of the best friendships, specifically with the green eyed actor that plays Dean.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N:  This is an idea I had on a run today, I really hope y’all like it, also this is a world in which he never dated/married Danneel because I could never write a story in which they broke up. Let me know if y’all like this<3

You made yourself outside of the Vancouver International Airport just you and your suitcase. You searched for a taxi and hailed it handing the driver your address and getting in the car. You couldn’t believe you were here, you had just barely graduated college when you were contacted by Mr. Kripke and Mr. Singer saying they’d read some of your horror stories and felt like taking a chance on you as a writer for the show. It was like a dream, Supernatural had been one of your favorite shows for years and you knew the cast and crew were known for getting along really well and to get a writing job in such a great place and with great people on a popular tv show, you kept having to pinch yourself to remind yourself it was all real.  You would be spending the next few months living here to be on set writing and filming. You were a long way from home, but were so excited to follow your dreams.


You had unpacked your suitcase in your little apartment, most of your things had been shipped here by your parents and you were trying to organize everything but kept getting distracted by wine and the Supernatural re-runs you had going on the tv.  You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the most excited to meet a certain green eyed actor. Jensen Ackles was most definitely your celebrity crush, and while you knew he’d never go for you, you hoped that maybe you could at least build a friendship with the man. From interviews Jensen and Jared seemed like such sweet guys you imagined that you would at least be on friendly terms with them eventually, which made you want to squeal with excitement (You did…several times into your pillow). You got your bedroom and bathroom done so that you wouldn’t be scrambling in the morning to get ready. You had to be on set by 7am to meet everyone and get the tour and then you’d be settled in a room with the other writers to get started.


Your alarm went off around 5:30am you groaned hitting it off This is your dream job; this is the opportunity of a lifetime don’t complain about waking up early it’s just a slight negative to a perfect job.

You pull yourself out of bed with your pep talk going in your head and take a shower. You needed to be on your way by 6:15 so you hurried your shower and make up process. Then went to your closet to decide on an outfit. You picked out a red cap sleeve dress with little white polka dots on it and buttons all the way down the front of it, it stopped a few inches above your knees and you paired white keds with it remembering what Mr. Kripke had said about how they were pretty casual at work. You looked in the mirror and felt good about the day, you felt cute and smart and prepared, this was the first day of your new life. You grabbed your laptop and put it in your bag with your notebook and pens, you usually liked to hand write ideas before typing out the rough draft. You took one last look at everything and then were on your way.


So far the morning has gone great, Kripke and Singer were so nice and excited to have you on board. They showed you around a little bit, but had to get to a meeting so they had you wait in one of the offices for someone to come get you and show you around. You were fiddling with your hands and pushing your glasses up where they had slipped when the door opened and you felt like the air had been knocked out of you, “Hey there, Y/N right? I’m Jensen, Eric and Robert told me to come get you and introduce you to everyone and give you the grand tour”. Jensen Ackles was standing in front of you offering his hand out to you to shake oh my god oh my god oh my god, Y/N get ahold of yourself shake his hand, don’t be awkward you got this.

You reached out and grabbed his outstretched hand shaking it, “Uhh ya hi umm ya I’m Y/N, the new writer, I’m a huge fan of the show already so ya I umm know who you are” you stumbled through your words, “oh I’m sorry that sounded kinda creepy, I just meant that I’ve kept up with the show and I’m a fan of yours so I already knew who you were…” Ahhh you’re talking to much shut up

To your surprise though Jensen laughed at your word vomit and gave you a flashing smile, which you immediately returned, “I figured you probably were a fan, Eric and Robert like to have people on board who know the show” he gestured out the door and you followed, “I thought it’d be nice to introduce you to everyone first and then we can walk around the set. I did my scenes already so I’m free all day so if you need anything I’m your guy today just think of me as your Supernatural tour guide until you get used to all of this”

You smiled at him, “Thank you, that really means a lot. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous as hell, of course this is an incredible opportunity it’s a dream job really, my first writing job being on my favorite show, I just keep having to remind myself I’m awake and this is happening and I just want everything to go great and for everyone to like me and I want to write well and…”

“whoa there sweetheart just breathe” Jensen said stopping you in your tracks, he placed his big warm hands on your arms and rubbed them up and down trying to calm you,” you’re going to do great, I can already tell your sweet and there’s no question of everyone loving you, and you obviously are determined and smart otherwise Eric and Robert wouldn’t have hired you, they already know you’re a good writer, you already have a place here, we’re just trying to make you comfortable and welcome you to our weird family” he said getting closer to you as he spoke. You looked up into those beautiful green eye and nodded, “can you breathe for me sweetheart” you took a breath in and out, “perfect, you’re going to be perfect and you’ve got me if you need anything you’ve already made a friend,” You looked up at him and smiled, he really was as kind as he was good looking.

“Thank you, sorry, when I get nervous I can’t shut up” you said giggling.

“That’s alright, it was cute” you felt yourself turn red and smile at this and Jensen offered you a small smile and then put his arm around you and continued walking.


You’d met just about everyone cast and crew except for Jared, Misha, and Mark. They were finishing up their scenes so Jensen had shown you around set while waiting for them to get done.

“And this is my personal trailer” he gestured to the RV looking thing and opened the door to let you walk in,

“This is so cool, this thing is bigger than my whole apartment” you were in awe, it had couches and a tv and bathroom with a shower and even a bed in the back,” hell this is nicer than my apartment too”

Jensen smiled at you, “Would you like some coffee? Jared put one of those Keurig things in here” you nodded and took a seat on the couch. He walked over and handed you the mug of coffee and sat beside you with is. The two of you talked about your families and where you grew up sharing stories. The two of you were laughing so hard there were tears coming out of your eyes.

“What’s going on in here?”

“Sounds like fun in here!” you and Jensen turned towards the door and you saw two more of your favorite actors stepping in.
“Hey guys! I’d like you to meet Y/F/N, Y/L/N. She’s the new writer that Eric and Robert hired, I’m sure you already know who they are since you watch the show but this is Jared and Misha” They smiled at you and you went to offer your hand out but Misha just went straight into a hug, you giggled and hugged him back, and then the giant that is Jared gave you a hug that just about crushed you, “It’s so nice to meet you guys, I’m a huge fan of the show, hopefully I can do it justice”

“If you’re a fan I’m sure you will. I read some of your short stories, the ones that Eric and Robert were crazy about, you’re a fantastic writer you’ll do great” Jared said with a huge smile on his face. You couldn’t believe he’d read some of your work, it was just the confidence boost you needed. The four of you sat in Jensen’s trailer goofing around, you couldn’t remember a time you’d laughed this hard.

“Oh my gosh you guys are killing me, I’m gonna throw up from laughing so hard” you said holding your stomach and wiping the tears from your eyes

“Me and Misha have to get back to filming” Jared said looking at his watch “but come by later and we’ll introduce you to Mark and Gen and then maybe we can all hang out tonight if you’re not busy”

“That sounds great thank you” you smiled at them as they walked out.

“Well I guess I’d better return you to the writers, they’ll want you to actually do work soon” Jensen said sounding almost sad. The two of you walked back to those offices to find Eric and Robert and they talked you through the writing process and how they decide who writes what and how they collaborate and make sure everything lines up all while Jensen sat in the seat next to you, you kept reminding yourself he was just a kind guy and wanted to make sure the newest and youngest person on set was comfortable.

“where will I be doing the work?” you asked wondering where you would be writing.

“Like we said earlier we’re very casual and laid back, everyone has a different writing process so everyone just kinda spreads out wherever they work best and then at the end of the day we come together and discuss it all and set up the episodes. So basically where ever on the lot is free game as long as you get your work done. Well we have to go to another meeting so we’ll see you at lunch maybe and then at the end of the day, we meet once all of the scenes have been shot so there’s never really a set time we’re done each day”

You nodded and smiled at this, “Sounds perfect thank you so much”. As they walked out Jensen turned to you and you noticed he seemed nervous, he rubbed the back of his neck and began to talk, “Ya know, if you want to, and don’t feel like you have to, but you’re more than welcome to write in my trailer, it’s got everything you could need and is quiet most of the time…”

Your heart skipped a beat, “I wouldn’t be in the way? I wouldn’t want to take over your space or make you feel like you couldn’t use your own trailer”

“No not at all, it’d be nice to have you there during my breaks or when I’m getting ready and stuff, as long as you wouldn’t mind me distracting you every now and then” he smirked at you.

“That sounds like the perfect set up, thank you Jensen” you smiled back at him and he lead you out to the trailer again. “I don’t have anything to do today so I’ll just watch tv and try to get out of your hair while you write” he said going towards the bed that was situated in front of the tv.

“Please tell me if there’s anything I can do to say thank you or if I’m ever bothering you just tell me to leave, I don’t ever want to get in the way or annoy you while you’re trying to rest…”

“Sweetheart you need to breathe again” He said chuckling, “come to think of it there is one thing that I’ll need you to do if you’re going to use my trailer” you looked at him curiously, “you’re going to have to eat with me during the lunch break every day” you started to giggle at this and he smiled.

“I would be more than happy to eat lunch with you Jensen”

“Good, alright well I’ll let you get to writing, we can get lunch in a few hours and hopefully you can meet everyone else then.” He smiled and laid down on the bed.

You couldn’t help but think that your first day on the job had gotten off to the best possible start it could’ve.

Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Title: Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

Warnings: angst, abuse from significant other (not Tony), and some cursing I think.

A/N: I have had this series for SO LONG. I was trying to save it for December, but I just couldn’t wait any longer! I hope you all love this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You made your way to your desk and threw your jacket over the back of your chair.  You had a rough night last night with your boyfriend, Alex.  You had been together for almost two years.  At first he was loving, kind, and caring, but as the months went on he became more aggressive and more hurtful.  Instead of kissing you and taking you on dates, he would insult you and belittle anything you did.  These past few weeks he’d been more physical and you weren’t sure what to do about it.  You knew if your team found out, things would only become more of a hassle for you.  You didn’t want to answer questions and have them pester you on the matter.  You were going to think of a way out, even if it was on your own.  You didn’t want your team to think that you couldn’t handle it.  You fought off bad guys all the time, so this should be no different, right?

Your team was on a case where a Petty Officer was found dead on his ex-wife’s kitchen floor.  The husband and wife had been married for 10 years and he just got back from his last tour.  He was a respectable man and he seemed to be loved, except for the fact that one person didn’t love him enough to not kill him; his wife.  You were the one with the lead, but ultimately Abby pulled through and proved your hunch.  However, you still had to get her confession, so you weren’t done just yet.

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Girls Night Part 4

: Girls Night-Part 4

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Pairing: Dean x Reader (first date)

Warnings: maybe a curse or two-first date awkwardness (if that’s a warning)

Word Count: 1479

A/N: Okay-so I’ve said it before, I really think that Dean would be super awkward and fidgety if he was going on an actual date. Especially, if this date was with someone he liked for more than just a booty call. First date fidgets are real-think antique boat scene from S12 ;)

Teaching class Friday evening helped to keep Y/N’s mind off of the impending date. But, as soon as she started to get changed, the butterflies came back, causing her heart and thoughts to race.

They didn’t really know each other well, but that was the point of a date right? Should they have texted or talked on the phone a few times? Should she have asked Jody for more information?

Dating was so frustrating!

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My Best Friend’s Brother Part 1/?

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 1/?


Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N: I’ve always been a writer but have never really shared it with anyone, please give feedback, very nervous about posting this, it’s a story I’ve thought about writing pretty much since I discovered Supernatural. Hope y’all like it <3


It had been three years since you’d seen that sasquatch of a man, Sam Winchester. You were in the middle of time square on your daily walk to work when you see the unmistakable mop of hair. He had grown it longer but you would recognize that gigantor anywhere. You yelled “SAMMMMYYYYYY!” as you practically launched yourself at the man. “Oh my god, Y/N!” he reached his arms out and caught you as you jumped at him and he spun you around in a crushing hug. “What are you doing here Sam? Oh my gosh we have so much to catch up on, I’ve missed you so much, it’s been so long,” as you said this you smacked Sam hard on the chest “you just disappeared! I was so worried, you never answered my texts or calls, I thought you something terrible happened I haven’t heard from you in years, I’m your best friend and you can’t even pick up the phone!” you rambled on and on in anger and also excitement and seeing your best friend again “Y/N shhhh!” Sam said as he covered your mouth with his hand, “I promise I will explain everything to you, I’m sorry I just went away, a lot happened after Jess…” he trailed off at that and you reached out a squeezed his hand, “Well good thing I’ve found you so you can explain everything to me and we can resume our best friendship sasquatch” you giggled as he brought you into another tight hug. You heard a man clear his throat and you turned at the sound coming face to face with one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. You were met with bright green eyes, you smiled at him but he just appeared annoyed,” Sammy we need to head out we have work to do”. “Y/N, this is my brother Dean, we umm work together now” You turned to face the green eyed man and held out your hand “Hi, I’m Y/N, Sammy here was my best friend in college, but I haven’t seen him in years” “ya well he’s had work to do he joined the family business”. You frowned at this, Sam didn’t know but you had figured a few things out about his past, you had overheard conversations he had with Dean that week he disappeared, before and after Jess’s death. You’d meant to talk to him about it but then he was just gone, you did not fully understand at the time what it all meant but you knew his family was involved in some intense stuff. Recently though you had come face to face with the things that go bump in the night and had put two and two together and realized just what Sammy was involved in.  

  Not thinking before you spoke you blurted out, “oh, you’re here about those tourist deaths aren’t you”, Dean and Sam both gave you wide eyed looks, “Dude! You told her about what we do?!” “No man I swear I didn’t, but Y/N how do you know about that?” “Sammy I was your best friend, I overheard conversations you had and put some pieces together about stories you had about your family, I didn’t have it all figured out until recently though…” as you said this you pulled your scarf to the side revealing two circular marks on your throat, turns out your ex had been blood thirsty in a very literal sense. “Whoa, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I wish I’d known, I wish I’d been here to help…” “Sammy its ok we hadn’t talked in years and another hunter helped me out, explained some things about the life to me, I don’t completely get it all but I know some of what you’ve been through, you and your brother are pretty famous you know” you snuck another look at the older Winchester as you said this, he was staring at you pretty intensely so you immediately turned your gaze away. “Anyways I’ve already been looking into the murders and I think I’ve figured some things out, I have to get to work but why don’t you and Dean take my apartment key and go set up there and you can use my notes and things to try and solve this, when I get home later I’ll try and be as much help as I can” Sam and Dean agreed to this and took your keys and headed for your apartment as you went to work. As the day went on you couldn’t get your mind off of Dean, Jess had told you he was crazy attractive and had even planned to try and get Sam to set you up with him before the fire. There was something about him that just excited you and you couldn’t wait to get off work and head home to get to know the beautiful man a little better.

As you unlocked your door you were met by the smell of pizza and Dean sitting at your couch. “Hey, Sam went to the library to do some research, I was taking a break so I figured I’d grab us dinner” “Awesome thank you” you flashed a smile at him and he gave one back that practically stopped your heart. He handed you a beer and the two of you fell into easy conversation. You laughed with this man like you had known him for years, things with him felt even easier than they had with Sam all those years ago, however this time you felt that butterfly sensation in your gut every time those green eyes looked at you. “so you and Sammy ever ya, know, get it on?” you practically choked on your pizza, as you stopped coughing you started to laugh “uhhh absolutely not, me and Sam were purely platonic, he was like the big brother I never wanted.” Dean laughed at that and took another swig of his beer. “I was actually roommates with Jess freshman year and I was the one that introduced them, I became their official third wheel for the rest of college, we were the best of friends…” you trailed off with that remembering all the things the three of you had done together, that familiar pang of missing Jess hit you, but not quite as hard as it usually did, this time you had Sam back, you weren’t missing the both of them anymore.

“Hey guys I think I’ve figured out what we’re dealing with here” Sam came rushing in hands full of books and eyes wide as he held onto them trying to keep them from spilling over and you had to hold a laugh back at how silly he looked “Damn Sammy did you check out the whole library?”, your eyes met Dean’s and you both let out laughs at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes at the two of you and began rambling on about a coven nearby. “I think they’re run by a vampire named Ryan” your heart stopped, “Ryan? As in Ryan Smith?” Sam nodded, “Ya, do you know him?” “Umm yeah, he’s the one who gave me this” you gestured to your neck marks, “has my ex-boyfriend”. “Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll gank the dickhead, he won’t hurt you again” Dean said in a very serious tone, your eyes met his again and he offered a small smile which you returned. Your heart stopped again, but from a completely different feeling…

See You Again Part 1

Title: See You Again Part 1

part two  part three  part four

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Ellen, Jo

Summary: After Sam unexpectedly stormed out of college to find his father, he had forgotten to keep your promise. As the two of you met again in an extremely unpredictable circumstance nearly a year later, secrets unleashed.

Plot warnings: Jess was not a part of Sam’s life in this. Instead, you were. Except you’re alive. This takes place in the first and second season with the same cases. So, some of the lines shared between the original characters are actually from the show, so kudos to the show. 

Warnings: Angst, a bitchy Dean, a forgetful Sam, and a fuck load of fluff (eventually), first person point of view, cursing (if it isn’t obvious)

Word Count: 1785

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October 31st, 2005

I sat in Sam’s lap and giggled as I tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, trying to bring him closer to me.

“Baby, why’re you so tense?” I questioned him with a frown.

Sam sighed and placed both hands on my shoulders. Massaging them while tenderly kissing my jaw, he replied, “I’m just stressed about the interview on Monday.”

I laughed and shook my head, “I cannot believe you’re nervous about the interview! You’re going to get in! You got a one seventy-four on your LSAT. That exceeds the title of genius.” I placed kisses across his chin as a chuckle erupted from Sam’s lips.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” Sam quipped as he grinned.

“Oh, I know ya do.” I replied and pulled his shirt over his head.

He pulled me in for a kiss and let his lips linger over mine before gingerly pulling away. His lips turned upwards once again as I trace his muscular abdomen.

“I promise you, (Y/N) Harvelle, I will never leave you. You mean the world to me.” He whispered as he lifted us off of the couch.

“Pinky promise?” I replied and grabbed his hand. He linked his pinky with mine and shook them with a chuckle.

“Pinky promise, baby.”


Present Day

Trusting people came easily to me until the love of my life had casually disappeared during my last year of college.

Now, nearly a year later, I cannot fathom why a person would trust another with the sole purpose of having them around to keep promises. Trust has became a minor part of my life now that I do not see the same one person for more than a week.

Hunting has become a part of my life, once again. Going to college was an escape from the career, from my family. I hadn’t told anybody about hunting, not even Sam, not that he really told me anything about his life. But now that I’ve successfully graduated in law, I’ve decided that I need an escape from education.

“Honey, I’m home!” I announced as I entered Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

My mother, Ellen, pranced out from the kitchen of the diner, a grin plastered on her face. She set her bottles of beer aside and pulled her sopping wet apron off of her.

“My baby girl, (Y/N)!” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

I laughed and nestled my head into her neck as I inhaled her natural, motherly scent. She pulled away to take a good look at me before pulling me into another hug.

Jo pushed the kitchen door open and glanced at me, not recognizing me at first. As she took a double take, her jaw dropped. “(Y/N)!” She yelled and joined in on the hug. I let out a little snicker as the two pulled away.

“What have you been up to?” Ellen asked with crossed arms as she noticed a long scratch along my neck. 

I covered the scratch hastily and gave her an awkward smile. “I’ve been hunting, mom. I killed a werewolf this week, vamp last week, wendigo the week before. I’m doing well.” I replied with pride.

Ellen stayed silent- obviously pissed. Jo piped up, sarcastically saying, “wow, you’re a hero. Wish I could be independent for once.”

Ellen walked into the back as I walked over to the bar and poured myself something to drink. After a few minutes of taste testing different drinks, the doorbells chimed. I immediately ducked and grabbed a hand gun, patiently waiting for someone to speak up.

“Oh god, please let that be a rifle.” A man announced. I felt the hairs rise in the back of my neck as I recognized the voice, but had no idea who the hell he was.

“No, I’m just real happy to see you. Don’t move” Jo bitterly replied.

“You know, you should know something, miss.. When you put a rifle on someone, you don’t want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do,” I heard a swooshing noise and her rifle cocking. “That.”

I stood, adrenaline running through my body. Jo hastily punched the man in the face and took the gun back. He doubled over and winced.

“Sam, need some help in here!” The man hollered as he regained his posture.

As he muttered something to himself, I nearly winced at the name. Sam.

I recovered from the slight pang in my heart until an unforgettable voice called back from a few feet away.

“Sorry, Dean, I can’t right now. I’m a little tied up.”

It would be a lie to say I never wanted to hear that voice again, I just didn’t expect to hear him in this place, at this time. My head started to ache as I recollected my thoughts of who the man was. It was Dean Winchester. The other man was his brother, Sam, the guy I had in my mind for the past couple of months.

Sam walked out from the back room, hands on his head. Ellen stood behind him, gun pointed directly at him. I watched as he searched the room. When his eyes landed on me, my heart raced.

“(Y/N)?” Sam breathed out, eyebrows furrowed.

Ellen glanced at the two of us with an exasperated sigh. I smiled uncomfortably at my mother as I tried to think of what to say. She decided to speak after a long pause.

“Sam? Dean? Winchester?” She questioned.

Sam and Dean reply in unison, “yeah.”

“Son of a bitch.” Ellen muttered.

“Mom, (Y/N), you know these guys?” Jo questioned.

Ellen nodded and lowered her gun, allowing Sam to rest his arms. He grunted and placed his hands at his side. “Yeah, I think these are John Winchester’s boys. Hey, I’m Ellen, these two are my daughter’s (Y/N) and Jo, although Sam over here already knows (Y/N) somehow.” Ellen said with crossed arms.

I cleared my throat, “I-uh, we went to Stanford together, mom.”

Ellen nodded with a small smile on her lips, taking in the information.

I blocked out the conversation held between the four of them and walked over to Ash. I punched his shoulder and grumbled, “wake up,” until he jolted awake.

“(Y/N)!” He drunkenly yelled and flailed his body.

I laughed at the mess laid in front of me. His mullet-styled hair was disheveled and greasy, his eyes drooped and groggy. His stubble was unevenly grown across his face, patches missing. I shook my head at the man and greeted him.

As I caught up with Ash, I could feel Sam’s eyes bore into my back. I tried ignoring it, but it was difficult. I could distinctly hear them speaking of a yellow-eyed demon which got anger boiling inside of me as I realized that Sam must be a hunter as well, he had never told me. I didn’t tell him I was a hunter, either, but I had something against him already. Now I can pin him up as a liar and have two different experiences to prove. I grimaced as I let myself think so lowly of Sam and continued to speak with Ash. Suddenly, Ellen brought up the genius in the room.

“Ash’ll help you two.” She announced to the Winchester brothers.

“Who is Ash?” Dean questioned.

“Ash!” Ellen yelled.

Ash jumped and flew off of the bar, crashing onto the hard floor. I stifled a laugh as I helped him up.

“He’s a genius.” I told them.

Ash slammed a folder onto the table and sat beside Sam. Dean and Jo towered over the two men.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. This guy’s no genius. He’s a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.” Dean retorts.

“I like you.” Ash announced.

I scoff and fold my arms at Dean, “c’mon, give ‘em a chance.”

Dean sighed and sat beside Ash. He opened the folder with furrowed brows. They continued a conversation. Eventually, Ash gathered that he would need fifty-one hours to crack the case. Dean and Sam agreed to the amount of time given and went their separate ways.

As Dean and Jo walked across the bar to a table, I sat myself. I watched the two as they instantly hit it up. Jealousy boiled inside of me as they smiled and talked with each other. Jo always had a way of pulling people in right away. She’s the fun Harvelle, that’s for sure.

“Hey, Ellen, what is that?” Sam spoke up for the first time in a while.

Ellen turns her head to where Sam’s gaze was and responded, “It’s a police scanner. We keep tabs on things. We-”

“No, no, no, no, the um- the folder.” Sam questioned.

Ellen grabbed the folder and looked over it, “uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But take a look, if you want.”

I snatched the folder from Ellen and smiled down at it, earning a glare from her. 

“Hey, it looks like a good case for me!” I winked at my mother.

She shook her head and poured a drink for Sam, who thanked her quietly and sat on the stool beside me. I cleared my throat and glanced over the documents before walking away from the bar and grabbing my laptop from the backpack I brought home. When I returned, I sat a few chairs down from Sam, earning a loud sigh from him.

I pulled up research for the case and laughed as the information displayed the screen, memories flooding in.


May 2nd, 2003

“What’s one thing you’re deathly afraid of?” I urged my boyfriend of nine months as I laid next to him in our shared bed. 

We decided that on his birthday we would just lie in bed all day. It was my idea for my birthday but Sam loved the idea, too. So we stayed in bed all say, asking each other questions and watching dumb movies.

Sam sighed, sitting up as he caressed my thigh. “You first,” he responded with reddened cheeks.

I rolled my eyes but obliged, sitting up as well. “I’m… Not afraid of much. I’ve seen a lot.” I gulped.

Sam nodded, “I understand.”

This response made me giggle. “Oh, you have no idea.” I whispered and rubbed circles into his bare chest. 

He sighed and looked down at me, biting his lower lip. I tilted my head upwards and pecked him on the lips. 

“I-I’m afraid of clowns. It’s lame, really. I have hated them ever since I was a child. Really, my brother used to say that I would scream every time we passed a McDonald’s. But who can blame me? I mean, hell, Ronald McDonald is freaky looking.” Sam rambled after a minute or two of comfortable silence.

My eyes widened at his burst of honesty. I stopped rubbing circles into his chest and leaned into the bed frame with widened eyes, worrying Sam.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

I shook my head with a small smile. Taking his hands in mine, I said, “I was expecting you to say you’re not afraid of anything because you’re a man and men shouldn’t be scared of anything. It just makes me happy, I don’t know why. I guess it just makes me realize that you aren’t like other guys. You have a heart.”

Sam smiled at my confession and gingerly kissed my hand.

“That is a good thing, right? Or do you think I am some kinda freak?” He asked with eyes full of worry.

I leaned into him until our foreheads touched. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Sam placed both of his toughened hands on my cheeks and let him press his lips against mine. Sam grinned in the kiss and laid us down while lingering over me. 

“I love you, (Y/N) Harvelle.” Sam mumbled to me for the first time. 

My heart hammered in my chest as I pulled away. Sam stared at me intently, waiting for a reply. I smiled up at him as he straddled me. “I love you too, Sam Winchester.”  


Present Day

“So, what is the case about?” Sam questioned.

“Killer clowns.” I replied.

Sam gulped, awkwardly re-situated himself in his seat, and called Dean over to inform him.