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How do y'all like mangoes? because i loveeee them! they make me feel so better and they're like the tastiest and the juciest thing in the world.

also, useful should be here in a few hours or so. working on it. our time zones don't match, so pardon me for that.

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The Secrets We Keep - Part One

A/N: This one just sort of came about tonight so I’m making it up as I go as opposed to my usual outline methods.  

Summary: You met the Winchester’s a little less than a year ago when they came to town for a case.  You’d had one or two moments of, shall we say, closeness with the youngest Winchester, and more than your fair share of arguments, too.  But this time may just be different. 

Part One

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Her expression of disgust and disbelief stared wildly at me.  Eyes wide and her mouth just slightly agape.

 “No,” my voice remained confident and unfazed. “I’m not. But you are if you think I’m going to leave you here. You need to go.”

 “Go? This is my home!” the woman was shouting at me.

  “Yes, it is.  Your home. The home that you invited me to and begged me to save you from.”  I attempted and failed to keep my volume in check, but all I wanted to do was shake the stubborn and ignorant woman in front of me until she understood the danger she was in.

 I took a deep breath and steadied myself, pressing my right hand to my forehead and squeezing the bridge of my nose gently.  “Look,” I began, my voice more even keeled and calm. “I can help you.  But I need you to leave.  Get your family and go out. Just for the night.  I know what I’m doing but I can’t do it with you here. It’s too dangerous.”  

Her blank stare was all that answered me.  “Listen Karly, you called me for a reason, yeah?”  She nodded her head.  “Trust me,” I said, enunciating the words.  My hands were pressed together as if joined in prayer and I bent my arms to point my fingertips at her.  Her rapid blinking told me the words weren’t getting through to her.  “Great, come on.” I grabbed her arm and began walking her down the sidewalk.  

We had been standing on her front porch arguing for what seemed like forever but in reality, only amounted to about ten minutes.  She had called me three days prior, asking for help.  Her house had become a nightmare.  She’d always heard footsteps in the house when she was the only one home. Small things would be missing from the places that she’d put them.  But lately, the events had turned hostile.  Her and her husband had a newborn baby girl and almost as soon as they brought her home, things started going more than wrong.  They heard not only footsteps, but malicious voices over their baby monitor.  They’d done their best to ignore them and convince themselves it was impossible, but then the baby started waking up screaming, covered in bleeding scratches that she couldn’t have given herself.  Enter me.  

Karly was in shock. That I knew.  But shock I could deal with.  Willful ignorance was another story.  We stepped up to the front door of her SUV.  I shoved her into the passenger seat and even went so far as to buckle her seatbelt for her.  “Stay. Here.” I told her, pointedly.

Running in the front door and propping it open, I yelled her husband’s name.  “Greg! Time to go!” He had been the levelheaded one.  The more accepting of the two of them when confronted with the truth.  Ghosts were real. Poltergeists were real.  And there were people like me who went around the world taking care of them.

Greg walked towards the front door; the baby wrapped in his arms.  “Where’s Karly?”

“She’s already in the car. Get your family and get out of here.  I’ll let you know when it’s safe.” Their diaper bag was already packed and slung over his shoulder. “Way to be a boy scout.”  

I listened as I heard Greg turn the engine over and pull out of the driveway.  Almost instantly, the front door slammed in front of me, and it was clear that it wouldn’t be opening again until the job was done.  

I bolted for the basement door.  It had been locked tight and it took all my strength to pry it open at the cost of a few chunks of the wood surrounding the locking mechanism courtesy of a few well-aimed salt-filled bullets. I made it down three or four of the steps before being slammed against the unfinished and crumbling brick wall at the end of the stairs.

“Oh, dick move, Casper.” I struggled to pull myself back to standing, noting the more than slight twinge of pain coursing through my shoulder.

A grey figure appeared just a few feet in front of me.  A young boy, maybe ten-years old, with rage in his hollow eyes. “You don’t belong here,” his raspy voice said accusatorily.  Black blood, old and ghostly, flowed from his mouth, trickling down his chin and dripping down, staining his translucent shirt.  He held his hands up to me, pushing me back against the wall again.  

“You don’t belong here!” He was screaming now with his hands grasping at the air, moving closer towards me. His nails were broken, and his fingers dripped with more ghastly blood. The eerie skin that covered him was bruised and broken in more places than not.  I managed to reach my hand into my pocket, firmly grasping the ring of solid iron held within it.  I tossed it towards him and watched as he faded away and the force holding me up relented.  

I knew the boy’s story. He had lived in the house long before Karly and Greg moved in.  Abusive parents, gross neglect, and a lifetime spent living in the basement, clawing at the locked cellar door, before starving to death beneath the stairs. His body had been cremated, but he still haunted the home getting angrier and angrier with each passing day.

I ran to the cellar door that I knew lead to the backyard.  Still locked as it always had been for him; both in life and death. “Come on, come on,” I pleaded, searching the door and its frame for any sign of remains. It had been painted multiple times, but there were still deep scratches in the wood.  There had to be something there.  I could feel him pulling his energy back together as the room turned cold and my breath started coming out as a fog.

There wasn’t much time. And what little I had was running out quickly.  “Screw it.” I pulled my Zippo lighter out of my inside breast pocket and held it up against the door.  The paint quickly sizzled away, and the wood took to the flame almost immediately. The gun, still tucked into the back of my jeans, had half a mag left and each round was chalk full of rock salt.  I opened fire at the door and watched as it burned away.  The tell-tale screeching behind me was almost deafening but it reassured me that my hunch was right.  The ghost boy was fading away.  

My legs turned to jelly below me and I quickly fell to my knees, breathing deeply and allowing the fear to overtake me as I always did. Each job ended the same way for me.  The fear and stress, suppressed up until the job was done, took over.  And I allowed it.  For a minute or two, never longer.  I breathed, covering my face with my hands, until the putrescent smell of burning wood, paint, and human fingernails overwhelmed my nose.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, forcing myself to focus and collect myself once more before lifting my eyes to the cellar door on flambe. “Oh shit!” I yelled, quickly getting to my feet as I rushed to put the growing flames out.  The door was almost entirely turned to ash and the flames were quickly spreading to the brick surrounding it.  

I burst through the burning embers and ran for the side of the house for the garden hose, making quick work of putting out the blaze.

The cell phone in my pocket vibrated and I pressed the green answer button before holding it up to my ear. “Yeah?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Hey,” the familiar voice crooned at me.  “Been a long time.”

“Uh huh,” I answered, realizing who it was.

“Look, uh…” He hesitated. “Sammy and I are coming into town.  Thought we’d stop by if you’re around.”  I knew what that meant.  

“That’d be great, Dean. I’m a little busy tonight.  When do you get in?”

“Tomorrow.  Round noonish.  I know he’d love to see you.”  I smiled silently.  

“Dean, does he even know you’re making this call?”  It was his turn to be silent. I rolled my eyes.  “I’ve got to finish up with some work quick.  But I’ll be around tomorrow.  Stop by whenever.”

“You got it, sweetheart. See you then.”  I hung up the phone and shoved it into my pocket.

“Great,” I said out loud, to nobody but myself. Dean and Sam had breezed through my hometown a year or so ago.  They’d introduced themselves as FBI agents, but that façade quickly lost traction when I watched them shoot the local MD with silver bullets as his bright green eyes and sudden large jagged teeth murderously leapt towards me.

“Back to normal.”  

I sent a text off to Karly letting her know her home was safe again, if only slightly damaged.  I’d seen and done much worse for a case. I had a five-hour drive ahead of me to make it home before Sam and Dean got there. And a lot of lore, newspaper clippings, and weapons to hide before Sam and Dean arrived.  Keeping my night job a secret was becoming more than a full-time job.

Part 2

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Your Darkest Roads - Ch. 1

Some might say you were trying to be his savior. They might say that he used you—that the emotions were one-sided and that you were delusional.

They might say that one day you’ll run out of steam, that you’ll never keep up with him and his self-destruction. They say you’re not strong enough.

They’re wrong.

Fic based on Graveyard by Halsey

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Dean wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing in. 

“God, you smell good,” he said, his voice muffled by your hair. 

“Mmm.” You closed your eyes and savored the moment, happy to feel his warm embrace and his voice vibrating on your neck. 

“Dinner will be ready soon,” you said, picking up your glass of Merlot and taking a sip. 

“Smells great,” he said, pulling away. You instantly missed his warmth. 

He walked up to the stove and stirred the tomato sauce in the pan, taking a spoonful to his mouth and blowing on it before giving it a taste. You watched those sinful lips as his tongue darted out to lick them and felt a blush rise to your cheeks. 

He turned and gave you a smile. For a moment, all was right in your world and you felt like nothing could change that. 

Suddenly, though, his face dropped, a frown creasing his features. 

“You can’t save me,” he said in a monotonous voice. 

“W-What?” you asked, confused. 

His face turned angry, and he rushed toward you, screaming.

“You can’t save me!”

You jolted upright in your bed, your chest heaving and your hands shaking. 

Your reached trembling fingers up to wipe your sweaty brow and continued to work to slow your heart rate with deep breaths. 

Having dreams about Dean was nothing new. You’d dreamt about him loads of times, even romantically like the dream had started out.

What was new, though, was the ending. 

Dean’s words echoed in your head as you climbed out of bed and padded down the hall to get a glass of water. 

You can’t save me. 

What was interesting about it was that Dean had never said those words to you before. In fact, the only person who had said them you would never believe anyway. 

And besides, Dean didn’t need saving. He just needed you.

Sure, you knew you had a crush on him. But your relationship was so much more than that. He was your best friend, and you helped to keep him grounded. 

It wasn’t always easy. But it was what you did for the people you love. 

You set your empty glass in the sink and turned around to head back to bed. You stopped in your tracks, though, when you saw Dean leaning in the kitchen doorway. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked casually. 

You suddenly felt self-conscious in your t-shirt and boy shorts. If your lack of clothing affected Dean at all, he didn’t let it show. 

“Just a nightmare,” you replied, shifting on your feet. “You?”

“Same,” he said, pushing himself off the door jamb and walking toward you. His sweatpants were slung low on his hips and he was not wearing a shirt. You forced yourself not to stare as he brushed past you, grabbing a short glass from one cupboard and a bottle of whiskey from another. 

“Care to join me?” he asked, hesitantly reaching for another glass. 

You considered his offer for a moment. You knew you were tired enough that you could go back to sleep. God knew you needed it. 

But you nodded, taking a glass from him and following him to the library. 

If he needed to drink and talk, you’d be there for him. 

You always were.

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schedule: sep.23 - oct. 8

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WANDA MAXIMOFF

Monday, September 23

Watching y/n try to cram for finals in her pjs and disheveled hair makes it exteremely hard for Wanda to resist kissing her. 

Saturday, September, 28

The mailman constantly mixes up y/n and Wanda’s mail, and one day y/n decides to take a peek into one of her neighbor’s packages.

Tuesday, October 2

Y/n’s a tea-lover, yet she comes to the coffee shop where Wanda works at and gives her hefty tips regularly, so Wanda takes it upon herself to master the art of tea-making just for y/n.

STONY

Tuesday, September 24

Starring Tony Stark as an aspiring engineer whose boyfriend, the art student, keeps stealing his notebook filled with important information to doodle

Sunday, September 29

Tony’s going through Steve’s sketchbook and finds some... interesting images, but Steve swears he’s not a serial killer, just a depressed artist™️ 

CAROL DANVERS

Wednesday, September 25

Carol ditches prom to attend a poetry slam that Maria drags her to... she ends up finding more than she asked to at the event.

Sunday, October 7

Carol Danvers lives next to y/n, and can sometimes catch her dancing to unhearable music(to Carol, at least), and god, she’s a dork.

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Wednesday, October 3

Y/n was always intimidated by Natasha- she’s the one kid in class covered in tattoos and piercing, but upon closer glance, y/n finds Nat to be much sweeter than everyone thinks.

BUCKY BARNES

Saturday, October 6

Bucky’s never been to a Starbucks before, and he has no idea what any of this means- he’s only lucky that someone swoops in to save him.

PETER PARKER

Monday, October 8

There’s a scrawny black cat in their neighborhood that hates everyone and everything, but it follows y/n around for some reason, leading Peter to think she’s a witch. In a good way.

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You Got This

Title: You Got This

Summary: You ever have those days- or weeks- where everything seems to be going wrong? Where you feel like every tiny little mishap will make you burst out in tears and you just want to stay in bed forever? Well, turns out Dean is the master at helping you through these tough times. 

Word Count: 992

A/N: No one cares, but I’ve been having a week just as bad as reader here. My internet keeps going off every 5 minutes so if this doesn’t get posted on August 18th, I’m probably going to cry. I’ve also been trying to upload a video I made for 3 DAYS NOW but it just won’t post. I think I literally might cry.

“(Y/N)? Is something wrong?” 

Sniff, sniff. 

You were wallowing in your misery when you heard Dean’s voice on the other side of the bedroom door. You tried to silence your tears, pulling the blankets tighter around you to block out the noise. You knew it was a rhetorical question. Dean already knew something was wrong- he would stay no matter what your answer was. “I’m coming in.” You heard the door open and close again, and the bed dipped next to where you were laying. You felt his big hand rub up and down your leg through the blanket. “Hey, kiddo. Sammy was wondering what we wanted for dinner, but something tells me you’re not planning to leave this room any time soon.” Oh, no. It was his caretaker voice. “C’mon. What’s got you down?” 

Good question. What did have you wallowing in your self-pity in the darkness of your bedroom so early in the evening? What kept you up all night and made you stay in bed until lunchtime every day? Well, you weren’t even sure you knew. It just seemed like everything recently was too hard to accomplish. You felt like a burden- look at you, being all sad and helpless while Sam and Dean work their hardest to get through everything. They didn’t have time to be dragged down by your self-pitying ass. Weak. And, to add on to the pain of feeling worthless, you couldn’t seem to do anything right. 

“Baby.” The gentle caress of his voice and the hand resting gently on your leg urged you to pull the blankets back. You saw Dean sitting there, a soft, bittersweet smile on his face as he noticed your tears. 

“Dee...” You sat up and let yourself collapse into him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His hands rubbed up and down your back, soothingly, as if he knew exactly how to calm you down, and you couldn’t help the smile that tore across your tear-stained face. That was one of your favorite parts about dating Dean Winchester- he always seemed to know what you needed, no matter what was wrong. Maybe it was the fact that he had to take care of his little brother practically on his own all his life, but Dean was the perfect caretaker. Slowly, he grasped your face between his hands and tilted it up to look at him, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry. I usually don’t get this sad.”

“Don’t be sorry. You wanna tell me why you’re going to bed at six p.m. and getting up at lunchtime?” 

“I just… Everything feels so impossible the last few weeks, ya know?” Dean nodded, his eyebrows creasing in worry. You knew he hated seeing you so upset- no doubt he would blame himself for not being a better boyfriend- but there was nothing he could do to help this. “And today just… my alarm never went off, first of all, and then my phone was being slow all morning and then I burnt my lunch and stubbed my toe and… I don’t know. I just… couldn’t take it anymore. I’m tired.” 

“Hey, I get it. Stuff’s tough sometimes.” He smiled and gave your forehead a kiss. 

“It’s not just that, though. I feel so weak on hunts sometimes. Like I’m only a burden to you two. Like… life is too hard.” 

“Woah, woah! Never say that.” Dean hushed you frantically with a stern yet gentle look. You knew how much he hated the thought of losing you, and to hear you say that must have scared him half to death. “Are you kidding me? Sam and I need more than you can even imagine. Especially me!” He took a breath, relaxing, and leaned down to give your cheek a kiss, hugging you against him once more and soothing you with a pleading voice. “You’re strong as fuck, baby. I don’t know anyone who has been through as much shit as you have and still gets up every morning as optimistic as you. So I don’t ever wanna hear you say that your life is too hard for you. You can get through anything.” As much as his words touched you, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Dean. Dean Winchester- cursed to always feel responsible for everyone around him. He truly needed to take his own advice sometimes. “You deserve a break sometimes.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Yeah, I get it. But hey, you always come to me and help me out when I’m like this, right?” You smiled, thinking back to the times you’d sit and listen to Dean ramble on about how he felt like a failure, sometimes just lie there and hold him when he didn’t want to talk about his problems. “We take care of each other.” 

“Yeah, we really do.”

“Alright.” Dean maneuvered in the bed, flopping down to lie beside you and pulled you into his chest, gazing down with the most caring look you’ve ever seen. He pulled the blankets up snug and peppered kisses down your face and neck. “Here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna order a pizza, tell Sammy to make whatever he wants for himself and give us some space for the night. And we’re gonna stay here and cuddle and maybe watch a movie and get to bed early, and then you’re gonna get up tomorrow and face the day like the strong, beautiful person you are because you can do it. Got it?” Your heart nearly burst at Dean’s words of encouragement. Honestly, truly, when Dean Winchester was the man that you could proudly say you loved, you did feel like you could do anything.

“Thank you, Dean. I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart. Promise I’ll have you feeling like yourself again soon. It might feel hard at first, but trust me...

...you got this.”

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im sorry for being a terrible reader and not commenting on other chapters but i just couldn’t stop reading. this was really really good. oh my god the emotions, the drama kept me hooked. Thank you for writing this!

You’re not a terrible reader. It makes me happy to know you got that wrapped up in my story, and hey, you did comment. That’s the important part.

I am immensely proud of this story. The idea of turning it into a novel someday is still something I’m still toying with. A lot of work went into this. Hundreds of hours and dozens of drafts. Knowing people are enjoying it so much makes it worth it. Thank you for reading. I hope you’ll stick around for more writing in the future.

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@yetanotherreader Thank you sweetheart! Glad you liked it :)

One Hell Of A Dream

Summary: Dean ends up in a coma after a hunt gone wrong. Sam calls Y/N for help. Y/N and Dean were best friends till they had a falling out, but she may be his only hope.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, Not much Dean in the beginning

Word Count: 4900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

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When will the next chapter of "Useful" be out? x

Oh man it's almost done. Just have to add a bit of some things and it'll be done! x

Useful

[fairlyspnfanfic]

The Secrets We Keep - Part 4

Part One   Part Two  Part Three

I could feel his footsteps behind me, following me into the building in silence.  I kept my eyes ahead of me, focused on the destination that I had in mind.  Walking past the blackjack tables, I could see Dean laying his initial bet down.  His eyes flashed up at me with a smile playing at the corners of his lips.  Holding my hand up to my mouth, I mimicked drinking from a glass and pointed to the bar. He nodded quickly before looking back down at the table in front of him as the dealer began setting down the hands for the round.

All the barstools were empty save for one.  A man in a disheveled brown suit sat in one of the stools looking burned out.  I grabbed a seat at the other end of the bar and waited for the bartender to come over to me.  Sam still stood behind me with a few feet between us.  

“What can I get you?” The bartender was fairly young, maybe in his mid-twenties, with short brown hair and a smile on his face that seemed authentic enough.  I gave him a smile in return and ordered.

“I’ll take a Tin Cup. Thanks.”  

“Coming right up.”  He turned around and set to work pouring just enough whiskey, lime juice and ginger beer into the shaker.  A few seconds later, my glass sat in front of me, full to the brim. I quickly grabbed it and put it to my lips, savoring the taste.  

Sam sat down on the stool next to me, his pensive expression fixed on my face, but he said nothing. My drink was halfway gone, and he had yet to stop staring at me.

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Sam, what?” I snapped as I turned my head quickly to face him.  He looked almost shocked.  

“You’re mad.”

“Thanks, captain states-the-obvious.”  I turned back to look at the TV screen behind the bar and finished off my beverage.  

“What can I do?” He asked. “How do I fix this?”

I slammed my fist down onto the bar and made eye contact with the bartender. “I’m going to need something a lot stronger than this.”  He nodded at me with a chuckle as he set to mixing a Long Island Iced tea.  

Sam sat silently, letting his questions linger in the air as I gulped my alcoholic tea.  “We’re gonna have to keep these coming,” I nodded to the bartender who accepted my order as I slid my credit card across the bar top.

“I don’t know that you can, Sam.”  I answered tersely.  His expression turned from intent to surprised, if not hurt.  “Do you really want to?”  

“Of course I do, Y/N. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”  I stared at him blankly, attempting to digest the words he’d said.  

“Sam,” I began.  I pulled another mouthful of from my glass before finding the confidence to continue.  “You’ve made your opinion of me pretty clear.  You said everything you said and followed it up with four months of silence. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m interested’ if you know what I mean.”  I tapped my now empty glass which was almost immediately replaced with an identical one.

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” Sam stated defensively.  “You never reached out to me either.  The phone works both ways.”  His eyebrows were stressed as he stared at me.  

“What was there to say?” My voice rose as did my indignation.  “You told me you were out!  You were done with me.  Why would I ever reach out after that?”

 “I don’t know,” he began to get incredulous. “Maybe to apologize?”

I choked on my drink and stopped just short of spitting it out across the bar.  

My eyes were open as wide as they physically could be and I stared at Sam’s face, waiting for the realization to hit him that he was in fact being an idiot.  

I threw back the remaining half of my drink before asking the bartender to close out my tab.  

“Where are you going?” Sam asked as I stood up and waited for my card back.

“Does it matter?” I bit back at him. “You’re done chasing me, right?  You’ve been done with me for months so why the hell should you care now?” I shoved my credit card back into my wallet and shoved it down into my pocket before turning on my heel.  My eyes searched for Dean in the sea of gamblers and smoke that had accumulated since I walked in.

“Dude, you’re super screwed.” I heard the bartender begin to chastise Sam as I walked away.

I quickly made my way out of the large gambling area and found the front entrance.  Pulling out my phone, I quickly ordered a ride to pick me up. I had an 8-minute wait that seemed like it was going to take a lifetime. I quickly scrolled through my contacts list before stopping on the one that I needed.

“Hey, it’s me.  I need a job.  What do you got?”  

“Y/N?  Are you nuts?  You just got back home.  Don’t you want a few days to recoup? I thought you had to work if nothing else?” Garth’s concern was tangible even over the phone.

“I’ve got vacation time and I need to get out of here.”

“They’re there, aren’t they?”

I rolled my eyes.  “Garth, please,” I begged as my voice cracked.

I listened to him sigh. “I’m gonna regret this.  Just texted you the details.”

A smile found its way to my face. “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”  

“Remind me of that after Sam pummels me.”

I ended the call and pulled up the message he had sent.  Demon signs were identified just a few hours west.  He had included the phone number of the local hunter on the job and the address to meet them at.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice came up behind me.  “What’s going on?”  

I lowered my head as I put my hands into my back pockets before looking back up at him.  “It was worth a shot, Dean.”  

He looked at me, confused, with his arms out to the sides. “You’re leaving?  What the hell happened?”

I shook my head and tucked my hair behind my ears.  “Nothing happened.” I chuckled sadly.  “Same as always.”  

Dean turned his head to look behind him before turning back to face me.  “We didn’t even get to have lunch.”  

I stood on my tip toes and placed a swift kiss on his cheek.  “Maybe next time.” I smiled at him. “You know where to find me.”  I heard a car pull up behind me.

“You Y/N?” the driver shouted from the window.  I nodded in response before I turned and opened the rear passenger side door.  I quickly took my seat and fastened my seatbelt. Looking out my open window, I made eye contact with Dean.  

“Y/N…” he began. “Don’t go.” There was a desperation in his voice that his expression tried desperately to hide.  I waved at him silently and the car pulled away.  

Part 5 

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Converging Lines | YetAnotherReader | Humor/Drama | Rated M

AU: Job switch. I saw on tumblr a while ago a post where someone suggested that Jane could be the ME and Maura the Detective. This has not left my mind ever since, so here comes a story! There will be M-rated chapters to come but it's going to be kind of a slow burn. Bear with me and enjoy! R&R if you feel generous ) Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles.

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I just wanna say your writing is really good and I hope you continue to write. :)

thank you, and i hope that too✨

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I was so excited for chapter 6 and the two parts you posted were amazing. I love how you’re developing their relationship and making it real :) excited for the rest

thank you so much. comments like yours keep me going. i'm so glad you can feel the development of them both 🤭❤️

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Useful—Masterlist

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, Slight Dean x Lisa

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6(1)

Chapter 6(2)

Chapter 7

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Useful—1

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N, a pinch of Lisa sprinkled in.

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count(for the chapter): 1,494

Warnings (for the chapter): Nothing as such. Slightest language?

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Chapter-1

Good girls always fall for bad boys.

Now, did they? At least, that's how the legend went. All your life, it was exactly what you had read in those books you carried in your bag. And they were the reason you were starting to believe this pointless theory. Or was it your irresistible attraction towards that leather-jacketed classmate of yours? Obviously, the former. You weren't falling for him of all the guys. And you weren't exactly the good types, were you? 

"Y/N!" You heard your friend call from behind, "You up for tonight's party at Jo's?

"Jo? I thought you hated her?" You raised your brow in your friend's direction, continuing your walk down the hallway.

"Nooo, why would I hate that beautiful babe?" 

"Lisa," deadpanning, you continued, "Cut the crap."

Lisa smiled at you cheekily, squinting her eyes and you obviously got the sign.

"Boys" You said with the roll of your eyes, whilst she echoed simultaneously with an excited squeal. Shaking your head, you smiled at her excitement, whilst she continued to grin your way adorably. At least someone's looking forward to living their life.

You and Lisa were totally different, to the extent it got you thinking about how you were even friends in the first place. She was one of the most popular girls of the college, whilst you were a hidden hermit. She loved partying and drinking, whilst you made excuses to stay home and read one of those fanfictions they wrote. Not that you got a lot of invitations, but ever since you started hanging out with Lisa, they were more. It was uncomfortable at first, and quite frankly, it still was. You weren't used to it—the attention, so many people around you, people talking to you. Although before you met Lisa, you felt way lonelier than you'd ever like to admit, you still sometimes missed the calm in it. But again, you did you. You still ditched parties for books, still said no to drunk boys, still wore baggy hoodies and Potter glasses, and still ate street food. Uncool? Fair enough. Uncool it is, then.

"So, you coming?" She tugged at your backpack just as you were making your way into the class.

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Y/N"

"No"

"Today's food on me"

"Yes"

"Yee!" She squealed and hugged you, locking your hands to your body, as you froze in your place. You really did like to maintain that reputation of the tough, unaffectionate girl you had among the few people you talked to.

"Yeah, yeah. It's the free food." With a fake scowl, you went in the lecture hall, as she made her way to hers.

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It was a rather boring lecture, and you would sell your soul to bunk the other one scheduled after the break. All you did during the whole class was scroll down your Instagram feed, or Tumblr checking for another part of the fanfiction you were currently reading. Hunters. How cool was that! You lived to read such fantasies, or who knew if they existed in real life too.

"Didn't take you for the one to use your phone during the class." You looked up to see him, and tried your hardest not to gawk at his entire confident demeanor. Leather jacket, spiky short blonde-ish brown hair, green eyes and—were they...freckles?

You cleared your throat locking your phone, "Didn't take you for the one to talk to unpopular girls during the break, either." 

A smirk started to grace his lips as you quickly averted your gaze back to your phone, unlocking it and scrolling through the posts again.

"Ah! That hurt," he mocked hurt as you found yourself resisting a smile at his antics, "Did I see a smile there, and can I sit?" He smiled to himself.

"No," You said with a roll of your eyes shifting to the seat next to the wall, "So what brings you here, Winchester?"

"Low attendance," He chuckled to himself but it subsided soon, clearing his throat, as he heard no laugh from your side, "Sorry, wasn't funny." 

"No it was, I'm just trying not to laugh." You said, the bored expression not leaving your face, as you again turned back to your phone, just before it was snatched from your hands.

"First, it's very rude to use your phone when someone's talking to you," He smiled in return to the glare you threw his way, "And second, Y/N, I've come here to be friends with you.

Now that piqued your interest, as you raised your right brow at him, "No, I mean it. I'm buddies with everyone in the class but you. The only time we ever talked was back during the first year, and it didn't quite end well."

"Sweets. Tempting but no," You gave the freckled man in front of you a tight lipped smile, "Winchester, what kinda bet you at, this time?" You said nonchalantly, definitely not believing a word of what he was asking for.

"No bet, I promise! I genuinely want to know you." And he thought you'd believe him, didn't he? As if.

"Guess what, Dean?" You smiled at him sweetly, as he started to grin, "Buzz off, not before giving me my phone back."

His grin faltered midway as he sighed, "You really are a hardhead, are you not?" He handed you over the phone and walked out of the hall.

Well, wow.. that was weird.

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Dean knew it wasn't going to be an easy task. She wasn't a soft nut to crack. Not that he had expected her to just believe him like that. He wasn't joking when he said that their first encounter wasn't the most pleasant one. A bet. That's what it was.

New to college, he knew he needed to make a reputation to survive those four years. He couldn't go down on his first day, after all. He wasn't going to. And as his seniors dared him to throw the next student out of the door into the pool, he did. He was very hesitant, he knew it was bullying and he sure wasn't in favor of that but he also knew that if he didn't, they'll make the next three years of his life hell. He had no other choice.

That's when she walked out of the class—baggy sweater, round glasses, reading a book, your typical nerd. Her appearance just made him more guilty for what he was about to do next, she was too innocent to be a part of any of this. Other bullies of the school would just make her college years a living hell after today, if he did that- when he did that. Although, he was determined he wouldn't let anyone near her after today, it did little to no good easing his guilt.

Next thing he knew was that she was scooped up in his arms, her book on the floor, deep Y/E/C wide orbs staring back into his apologetic ones and her arms tight around his neck as if to make sure she wouldn't fall down—oh boy, only if she knew—and splash!

It was all a matter of seconds when he realized she was struggling to keep up on the surface, "The bet's over, I won!" He yelled at the couple of boys and three girls laughing behind him as he jumped into the pool to save the tiny bean.

"Look I'm sorry, I know it was an ass move but you gotta believe me, I didn't mean any of it. It was a bet, I mea-" He looked at her still baffled expressions, as she tried to regulate her breathing, "Are you okay?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" His eyes all but widened at the unexpected not-just-an-outburst but a hard slap to his face.

Turns out, she didn't need all that saving after all.

He chuckled at the memory. It's been three years, and they were still not friends. Gosh, what did he not do after that. Passed her sorry notes, apologized to her in person, waited for her outside her classrooms and even sneaked into her dorm earning an earful from the warden. Oh, Y/N still didn't know about the dorm one, not that she ever would. Finally, after all those efforts she sure forgave him, but they decided that they won't talk ever again. 

And they didn't.

It wasn't that he never wanted to. He did, he really did. Y/N really intrigued him, to the point he found himself staring at her just to study her, in hopes to look past the mysterious aura she carried. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he had a crazy crush on the girl. 

Right then, though, he hoped she came to Jo's party that evening, and he sure as hell hoped he could get some help winning over the beautiful girl he had gotten a crush on.

Lisa. 

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Chapter 2

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A/N: Wellllll. I tried my luck again. I don't know how it turned out but ah. So it will have more parts, so if anybody of you wanna get tagged, send me an ask or reblog it with your comment. Feedback is really appreciated, so I can know if I should continue or not. Love❤️

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