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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Memories // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Sixth blurb request! For @paniconthepitch Requests are still open!

I know this was suppose to be a blurb, but I got carried away soooo :) enjoy that.

I really like this one guys

Summary - Readers boyfriend breaks up with her and she heads to Matthews house, where she recalls all the times she knew she was in love with Matthew.

Word Count - 2.7k

Prompts - "Just shut up and kiss me." & "I need a place to stay."

You know those days where you think they are going so well, and suddenly, the worst possible outcome of the day happens?

That was today for me.

After such a great date night, I didn't quite imagine myself walking down my boyfriends street crying.

Or should I say ex-boyfriend.

I trudged down the road, my fists clenched at my sides and head held as low as it could physically go without detaching from my body. I knew that moving in with him was a risky move, but I didn't have much choice. I had been kind of couch surfing for a while and he offered to let me stay at his house. A stable roof over my head.

Or so I thought.

Now here I was, heading in no particular direction with only a small suitcase dragging behind me, a wallet in my hand and a phone in my pocket. I had been walking for about 20 minutes. Turning down random streets, not really paying attention to what was happening. Here's another question for ya.

Have you ever heard of the saying, 'When it rains it pours.'?

Well I have. And I am currently experiencing it. Just as I turned onto what seemed to be the first familiar street I had seen in the past 20 minutes, it started *raining*. But not just sprinkling, no, I wasn't that lucky. It was a total downpour.

I looked up at the green sign above me.

*Oakland Street*

That was Matthew's street!

See, Matthew and I had been friends for a long time. I considered him family. His mom and my mom were great friends, and still are. She visits Marilyn still. But I rarely see him anymore, he's always busy filming which is completely understandable. And now your probably thinking.

*If he was such a good friend, why didn't you ask him for help when you were couch surfing?*

Well the short answer is that I was embarrassed of being basically homeless. I look up to him and I didn't want him thinking I was a lost cause or helpless little girl.

But I had no choice now.

I trudged up to his door in my now soaked clothes. I was still crying, despite me *really* trying to hold it together.

It was 9:38 and I was hoping he was still up. Chances are he was, judging by the many sleepovers we had in the past where he would stay up until 4 am. I knocked softly on the door, backing up a few steps from it. I wiped my face a little, trying to dry it from tears and raindrops, but miserably failing.

The door opened slowly to reveal Matthew in plaid pajama pants and a white tee. As expected, he was holding a cup of coffee, which he quickly set down on a table near the door.

"Y/n?" He tilted his head, not coming out of the doorway. I was sure I looked like quite the mess right now. Soaked clothes, flushed face, messy hair, exactly what I *didn't* want him to see.

"I need a place to stay." I was now looking down, tears welling up in my eyes again from sheer embarrassment. I could feel my fists clenching together, nails sure to leave bruises in my hand.

"Come in, come in." He waved me in. I kept my head down as I walked through his door. "Are you alright? What happened?" I had a problem with Matthew where I just couldn't lie to him, it had been like that all our lives. He was so hard to keep things from, whether it was because he was my best friend or because it was so hard to look into those soft brown eyes and tell a lie.

"I've been living with Ben for a while, because I haven't exactly had enough money to keep up with rent payments... But he just broke up with me." I looked up to see pity written across his face. "Please don't look at me like that. I know it's pitiful." I leaned my head all the way back on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not trying to show pity y/n, I'm just worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you were having troubles?" He put his hand on my knee, shaking it for an answer.

"Because I knew you would look at me like that!" I waved my hands around his face.

"Whatever you say. Just tell me what happened." As soon as I got a few words out, I was tearing up again.

*"I just don't understand Ben! I want to understand! You never talk to me anymore." I was gesturing wildly with my hands, something I had picked up from Matthew at a young age. I was trying to get my point across.*

*"I feel like I'm taking care of you y/n! I don't need a child I need a girlfriend!" His eyes held so much hate, much different from the soft green ones I had fallen for a few months ago.*

*"What are you even talking about? I just got a job Ben. I clean the house every week. I cook dinner for you, and I'm paying part of the rent! What more do you want from me?" I felt so confused and defeated, the longer I talked the quieter my words became. "If you want me to leave I will. Is this some sick, twisted way to say you don't love me anymore?" He went silent for a moment.*

*"I don't love you anymore." His arms hung heavy at his side. Are you kidding me?*

*"Did I do something wrong?"*

*"You're just, you're hard to love y/n." What the fuck is that suppose to mean?*

*"Fuck you Ben! I did nothing to you." I ran to our shared room, packing my suitcase and grabbing my charger and wallett from the side table. "You are a real piece of work." I could feel my body aching from mental exhaustion. "I'll be back to get the rest of my stuff another day." I stood by the door, grabbing the handle. "Hopefully if I'm so hard to love, I won't be so hard to get over."*

"And that was the last thing I said to him." Matthews thumb wiped a tear from my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess."

"You don't have to apoligize for having emotions y/n. I'm here for you, always." He had first said this to me when we were in middle school, I thought that was the sweetest thing a teenage boy could say. "You can stay here as long as you want, I miss seeing you around anyway." He smiled, pushing some hair behind my ear. I set my head on his shoulder. It was really hard talking to him about this stuff. I think the real reason it was so hard to lie to him, was because it's hard to lie to someone you are *so* in love with.

Matthew seemed to be out of reach my whole life. It wasn't that he was massively popular, or that we were part of different cliques. It was really just because I thought he could never see me as anything more than a friend.

When I was 13, that's when I fell in love with him. I just didn't know it at the time.

*"Y/n this is so great! I can't believe I got the lead!" Spencer was spinning in my swivel chair that sat at my desk.*

* "I've always told you that you we're good at acting. Maybe you'll be an actor?"*

*No way! I'm gonna be a lawyer or something." He nearly fell from the chair laughing, as if the proposition of being an actor was so out of this world. There was a sparkle in his eye that I had never seen before. It was so refreshingly different from the days he had come to me after school, telling me that some assholes were pushing him around.*

*"I'm so happy for you, you're gonna do amazing! You better not leave me when you're famous." I shoved his shoulder playfully. That was truly a joke, but I could feel, deep in my subconscious, I was afraid that maybe he would.*

*"I would never!" And he didn't.*

But I couldn't do anything about how I felt.

"I don't wanna be a burden on you." I had stopped crying, but I was still slumped on the couch like a wet rag, *literally*.

"You could never be a burden on me. Here." He handed me a picture frame from his side table. It was of me and him when were were 22, it was a surprise party I threw for him. "Do you remember this?"

"How could I forget the first time I got you drunk?" And the night I realized I was in love with you *for sure*.

*Matthew had refused to get drunk on his 21st birthday. He was so responsible that it was nearly infuriating. So when he texted me telling me that someone came up to him on the street and offered him a modelling job, I knew I had to throw a party. Just me him and some of our friends.*

*I led him into my house with 4 of our other friends there. There was a seemingly illegal amount of liquor on my dining room table.*

*"Oh no! Y/n no, you're not gonna get me drunk!" He looked down at me disapprovingly. I stuck my bottom lip out, and gave him puppy dog eyes.*

*"Please Matthew? Just one time? I wanna know what kind of drunk you are." My puppy face turned into a slightly mischievous one.*

*"What kind of drunk I am?"*

*"Yeah! Like sad drunk, funny drunk, angry drunk, sleepy, reckless, philosophical. I wanna know!" I giggled, dragging him over to the table and already pouring him a shot.*

*"Fine, just one time."*

*And I did find out what kind of drunk he was.*

*A lovey drunk.*

*"Brian. You are the coolest person I know!" Matthew slurred, leaning over to our mutual friend. "And Katie is the funniest." He pointed to Katie. "And you! You are my favorite person in the whole world, you know that?" He was now laying in my lap, his head looking up at me.*

*"You are a mess." I laughed, patting his cheek.*

*"I am not a mess! I'm totally coherent! I love you so much! Look at you!" He sat up, kissing my cheek. I'm glad he was drunk because I didn't want him to remember the dark shade of red my cheeks turned afterward.*

*I loved this man, and it was kicking me in the ass.*

"A lovey drunk you called me." He chuckled as I gripped the frame.

"Do you remember all the things you said that night?" I half smiled, remembering the kiss om my cheek.

"Not really, to this day I live in blissful ignorance."

"Well today is the day you know." I giggled, crossing my legs on the couch and facing him.

"Wait! Before you tell me of all the dumb things I did that night, let me get you some dry clothes." He stood from the couch, heading to his room.

"Thank you!"

He came back holding and NYU hoodie and some sweatpants. I snatched them from his arms with a big smile and headed to the bathroom to change.

The only time before that I had worn his clothes was freshman year after an asshole from school pushed me in the mud while we were on our way to study at Matthew's.

*Matthew and I were walking side by side on the walkway, talking about random things.*

*"If you do get a cat, what are you gonna name it?" Matthew asked, keeping his eyes forward.*

*"I think I would name it Leo. After Leonardo DiCaprio, he's a dreamboat." He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.*

*"Really? That dork?"*

*"Says you! You're a huge dork!" I nudged him into the road with a laugh.*

*Just then I heard loud and fast footsteps coming from behind us. Suddenly large hands were shoving me into the nearest mud puddle. I gasped at the cold liquid that was soaking through my jeans and yellow shirt.*

*"Nice outfit y/n!" The asshole laughed, running down the sidewalk.*

*"Fuck you Ricky!" Matthew threw up his middle finger and helped me out of the mud. "Come on, I'll give you some clothes at my house."*

*When we arrived he handed me sweatpants and a Nirvana shirt. I changed into it and Matthew probably laughed for 10 minutes straight. I was pretty short around that time, and Matthew had just had his growth spurt. To make a long story short, I was swimming in those clothes.*

I was now staring at myself in the mirror, wishing I had the chance to get use to the feeling of wearing his clothes.

"Okay! Time to remember an embarrassing night Gube!" I shouted, feeling far better now that I was in warm clothes. I plopped onto the seat, scooting next to Matthew. "Alright. Now what do you wanna know first?" I set my chin in the palm of my hand.

"So, what exactly is your definition of a lovey drunk?" He mimicked my position.

"A drunk who is very kind. They are constantly complimenting everyone around them and expressing their love and fondness. Can even turn a sad or angry drunk to a happy one." I shrugged.

"Okay, fair enough. What did I say that night?" I smiled evily.

"Ok, well, you told Brian that he was the coolest person ever. And Katie was labelled the funniest ever. You gave Mallory ten bucks for all the advice she had given you in the past. And you hugged Alex for around 5 minutes straight." The image of Matthew swaying with Alex was clear in my memory like it happened yesterday. He threw his head back him laughter, his face reddening with slight embarrassment.

"Did I say anything to you?" He stared into my eyes like he was going to find the words there before they came from my mouth. I rubbed my hands together.

"Uh, yeah. You told me that I was your favorite person in the whole world." He smiled at that. "And then I told you that you were a mess. But you informed me, so graciously, that you were *not a mess* and *totally coherent*. Then proceeded to say 'I love you so much! Look at you!' And you kissed my cheek." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, I was now looking down at my hands.

"Well you are my favorite person in the world," He tilted my chin up with his hand. "still. Maybe I'm an honest drunk."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Maybe I'm an honest drunk who was just sober enough to be too nervous to kiss you on the lips?" It came out as a question, I wasn't sure if he was genuinly asking a question or he was saying that that is *exactly* what happened. I'm hoping for the latter.

"What do you-" I was interrupted by his hand grabbing my chin.

"Just shut up and kiss me." He brought my lips to his, and of course I didn't hesitate at all to kiss back.

I ran my hands through those curls that I loved so much. His hands gripped my hips as I leaned into him more, I was so afraid that this was going to be a dream.

Like it was so many other times.

As he pulled away I kept my eyes closed, still hoping that it actually happened.

"Hey, are you okay?" He patted the side of my face lightly.

"Yeah, more than okay. How long?"

"Since we were 20. You?"

"Sometime in middle school." I snickered.

"Well either way, far too long." He put his finger under my chin again, bringing me into another kiss.

*Thanks Ben*

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act-addict-actors-matchups · 4 years

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@kawaiiipandaa said,

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a matchup? This is my first time doing this, so please let me know if I'm doing something wrong! ^^; For starters, I'm a Cancer and I'm 157 cm [ 5'2 ]. I suppose you can say my most distinct physical features are my short hair and glasses. Some of my hobbies consist of reading/writing stories, sewing [ just learned last year but I'm pretty proud of the pillows I've crafted ], and occasionally sketching.

I dislike large crowds, most seafood and speaking out loud. Personality-wise, I can be pretty standoffish and aloof upon first meetings. As I grow more comfortable with an individual, I'm known to be easily-embarrassed, somewhat clingy but still very much awkward. I laugh at jokes even when they aren't funny and tend to space out at times. I have a hard time opening up about my feelings, so most say that it's hard to understand me.

I prefer for things to go how I've planned for them to and when they don't, I get anxious.

✧ Thank you so much for requesting a matchup. I literally have no idea when you send this and I’m genuinely sorry for the very long wait. Please look after yourself. I wish you good health and all the best! 💓

I’d match you with: . . .

➜ HOW YOU TWO FIRST MET ; The first time you met Kazunari was via a mutual friend of yours. It really wasn’t that surprising, considering the fact that he is someone who can talk to anyone without any discrimination. And when you guys did meet, there wasn't anything special between you two― you were just his friend’s friend which was also in the same year as him, and he was just your friend’s friend. He would smile at you whenever you were near each other, maybe strike up a conversation and out of politeness, you would give him a small smile back, weirdly enough, that was all and your friend was totally depressed about it. They wanted you guys to be friends too, or maybe more than friends but you don’t know that😌. Sometimes your friend group and his would have lunches together, which wasn't rare but also wasn't common either. And you would occasionally share a laugh and coversation with the others along with Kazunari, but you were always closer with your side of friends. But one day, you've gotten sick but you didn't want to burden and worry your friends because their classes were still ongoing so you had no choice but to try and walk home before you fainted but that day was said to have a rainy weather, and when you were about to leave to the school gates, not caring if you’d get soaked or not, a familiar voice called out for you, running up to you. You were confused, nevertheless stopped yourself as you saw Kazunari’s figure coming closer to you. “Oh, Kazunari.” your hoarse voice was evident, but you tried to clear your throat anyways. “I heard you were sick and you had to go home.” he started off, “Here,” he handed you an umbrella you didn't notice he held on his right hand. “I heard that it was going to rain today and saw that you didn't have an umbrella.” Not going to lie, you wasn’t expecting that. “No i could't i―” "What? Could it be that you are falling for me? I just made your heart flutter, didn’t I?” He asked excitedly, only to receive a blank look from you, the unfamiliar thumping on your chest, butterflies in your stomache being unknown to him. “Sorry, sorry. I just couldn’t pass the opportunity to tease ya you know?” He said with a smile and continued. “Your friends wouldn't be happy since you're already sick, and I still some classes and a spare umbrella. Get well soon ♪.” As you accepted his umbrella, you walked home with nothing but Kazunari wondering in the deepest cevices of your mind that you didn't know existed. After that day, something kinda changed between you guys. Don’t get me wrong, smiling at each other in the hallways were still a thing; but there were a bit newer accompanies, the peach on your cheeks, and the nervousness on both of your nerves. The two of you would have a small chit-chats with each other even if it's just the two of you inside a classroom, occasionally laughing at a joke one of you had up your sleeves. You and Kazunari would hold unusual, and long gazes at each other― the one would also look at the other when they aren't looking, and vice versa. You get the point. It was some time after that kdrama kinda thing that Kazunari invited you to watch him perform at Mankai.

➜ PERSONALITY COMPATIBILITY ; You two compliment each other perfectly! If I had to describe your relationship it would be introverted found its extroverted and I think it’s really cute skdhskdhkdhd. He loves how easily-embarrassed and clingy you are because hello??? he literally finds you the cutest thing ever. I headcanon him as the type of boyfriend who hugs you from behind as soon as he sees you or just closes your eyes with his hands and asks “Guess who, cutie~?”. I wouldn’t worry too much about having hard time opening up about your feelings or being hard to understand. He may not look like it but this boy is perspective. Very perspective. I feel like Kazunari is naturally observant of others' behavior due to being overly concerned about what other people think of him. This helps him notice the tiniest details of others, including their habits and personality. He’s not the type of person who would force you to spill everything inside your head. Instead, he would let you know that no matter what, he’s here to talk. That he’s here for you. After all, he knows how it feel like to not voice the things inside your head because you feel like it would only cause unnecessary trouble for the receiver. Kazunari teaches you that love should be fun and full of joy. There’s no reason that loving someone should be completely serious and perfect; imperfections make love real, they make love unique. His impulsive way of loving you is uniquely him; he loves you deeply, and diving into that pool of bottomless love he has for you from the highest diving board with no lifeguard near sparks more joy in him than should be humanly possible. He falls in love with how fun it is to love— with how fun it is to be in love with you.

➜ SHARED ACTIVITIES ; Since you have a harder time with big crowds than him, who doesn't mind showy spectacles, he usually spends time inside for you because he doesn’t want you to become uncomfortable. But be sure to offer going on outside dates to him from time to time. Both of you are into crafting, so I can imagine you two making masks, drawing together or making collages. You just get together to hang out and decorate your masks. You can both do your own thing or have them based on a theme. Whatever works for both of you. Don’t worry if they turn out horrible, that’s part of the fun. Oh, and Kazunari will make sure to get some photos together after you finish and post them on his social media accounts. Also, you two have a fun drawing game, where one person draws one part, and then the other does the next part. Or if you want a really interesting picture, one person draws until a timer runs out and then the next person goes. Depending on how serious you are taking the game, the finished piece is usually either a masterpiece or something that neither of you can describe. Needless to say, you two get a good laugh on the later. Oh, also I hope you don’t mind PDA because Kazunari likes to show the world your good times. The conversation would never cease as you lay wrapped in his arms. One arm would be slung around your waist, and the other resting beneath your head. Usually cuddling with Kazunari would be playful, more tickling than actually laying around, but sometimes, like a lull in the storm, he would stop talking, choosing instead to bury his nose deep in the crook of your neck. The room would be cast in silence. As you laid beside him though his mind reeled. You were real. You were beside him, a goddess in a mortal world, and you were with him out of every person in this world. Of course you had faults, but they were what made you, you. “I love you.” He would say, breaking the silence of the room, and causing you to startle. He had to tell you though. For all he knew, you would disappear like the dream you seemed to be, when he opened his eyes again.

➜ ZODIAC COMPATIBILITY ; Kazunari’s birthday is on August 1, which makes him a Leo. Cancer and Leo both have a playful attitude and a desire for an epic, enduring romance. These two are neighbors on the zodiac wheel, and depending on the degree of their sun, they share many of the same cosmic energies. They are fun-loving and creative. Leo likes romantic gestures, and Cancer knows how and when to show sincere affection. Both are strongly loyal, even to the point of possessiveness, Cancer for safety’s sake, Leo for the sake of their self-confidence. They are also both committed to a enduring, rewarding connection. Since their desires are similar, a Cancer and a Leo may fill very important voids in each other’s lives. What’s the best aspect of the Cancer-Leo relationship? Their mutual commitment to a sincere relationship. Together this pair can share a supportive, positive and healthy vibe. People see them as a winning combination, and their mutual desire for a secure, loving relationship makes them strive for harmony.

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huntertales · 5 years

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I Don’t Need Saving | Chapter Three.

Pairing: Superhero!Dean Winchester x Journalist!Reader

Word Count: 6,885. (So...that happened.)

Warning: None.

Summary: To friends and family he’s known as Dean Winchester, at night he transforms into the Red Hood. The vigilante of the city beating up criminals and saving damsels from danger. Nobody has seen his face, nobody knows his true identity. Except for a few helpful allies. The reader is best friends with Dean for long as she can remember, and head over heels in love with the man. But she doesn’t have mutual feelings for the Red Hood.

However an encounter with the vigilante starts to change her opinion on the hero, and soon, she grows a fascination with him. Somehow she finds herself growing a strange friendship with the vigilante she once was supposed to hate, not realizing it’s someone she knew. Dean, hiding behind the mask of the Red Hood, shows his true feelings for the reader in disguise. Little do they realize both of them are holding a secret from each other that will put them in danger.

*Based upon Jensen Ackles as The Red Hood.

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The next morning was Saturday, the start of the weekend and an escape from work for some who worked the traditional nine to five, for you it was just another day on the calendar. Working as a journalist meant you had no set hours you needed to abide by, just an deadline to meet. Sometimes you loved the freedom to work whenever you wanted within reason, sometimes you hated it because the job called for your attention when you least expected it—and at some inconvenient times, too. But you wouldn't chose any other career in the world.

You loved being front and center at breaking news and chasing down every lead and interviewing people to get their side of the story to give the most factual article for the public to read. Lucky for you there was never a shortage of stories to write in the city. Crime never stopped in a city that never slept. You lost count how many articles you wrote about from crooked business owners to major drug busts. And the world around you provided even more things to write about, too.

When you did come to the office to either work on an upcoming article or try to get done writing done, you dragged your feet gave a deathly glare for anyone who dare so look in your direction to say hello, or God forbid, smile. You hated early mornings when a big article was due in such a short time span, because it meant you were up half the night making sure everything was perfect. You took pride in your job and reporting the news seriously. However you were feeling quite the opposite when you rolled out of bed today. You walked into the building with a smile on your face and actually greeted fellow coworkers who passed you by. Today was going to be a good day.

“Good morning.” You greet your partner and best friend Cas with a warm smile and friendly tone of voice he would have never expected out of someone like you. You stopped by his desk before your own, your bag draped over your shoulder and your jacket still on. In your hands were two coffees in a paper tray and a crumbled up to go bag from your favorite shop. The man stared at you for a moment with a slightly hesitant look. “What? It’s coffee, Cas. I didn’t lace it with arsenic.”

“It’s not my birthday.” Cas thought to out loud to what could be the occasion where you brought him coffee and were in the office so early, especially on a Saturday. He tried coming up with an idea that might explain what you were doing here and looking so cheery, but he came up with nothing. He reached out a hand to grab the coffee that you offered him. “Did you make yourself an Irish coffee or something? Most of the time I have to keep my distance until you circled around the break room twice to get your coffee intake. And you even more bitchier when we’ve got a story due.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled, pretending to be a little offended at the description of you that too accurate not to be you. “A girl can’t be happy?”

“In your case, no.” Cas replied as he took a sip of the coffee after making sure it was cool enough so it wouldn’t burn him.

You narrowed your eyes on the man as you dropped your bag to the floor and sat down on the edge of his desk that you knew could hold your weight. You placed down the bag of food and pushed it closer to you when he tried to sneak a peek at what it was. “Hey! That’s not for you.” You said, nearly slapping his greedy hands away. “Is Gabriel in? I need to talk to him.”

“Yeah. He’s late to everything except work.” Cas said. Your happy persona faltered for a moment as you inhaled a deep breath, suddenly overcome with nervousness at what you were about to do. “Is this about the article?”

“Sort of.” You admitted. “I want to ask him about a idea that I know would make a perfect front page story. But I’m gonna need some time.”

Cas leaned back in his office chair and grew a smirk across his lips that was hidden behind the paper cup he brought to his mouth to take another sip. “Oh. Are we talking about one of Y/N Singer’s famous investigative articles?”

“Something like that.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well, what is it?” Cas asked out of curiosity.

Before you could answer your friend’s question, you saw your boss coming out from the break room and heading back to his office with a cup of coffee in his hands. You jumped to your feet and grabbed the paper bag, following behind Gabriel as you called out his name to get his attention. Cas rolled his eyes and grabbed his camera before following behind you, knowing he was going be called in so Gabriel could inspect the photographs he took the previous day and pick one that would be printed and others published on the site to compliment the article you wrote and capture the feeling in the photographs he took.

You and Cas had worked together on many stories over the years since you were hired at the paper, and that’s where your friendship started. You were good with words, Cas had a talent at takings photographs. It didn’t matter if there was complete chaos, it didn’t matter if the sky was falling. He always managed to capture what was going on around him without fail. Both of you were a duo that Gabriel swore was gift from God.

You straightened out your shoulders and made your way into the office of your editor who sat at his desk, pretending to look busy like he always did to get people to leave him alone. But you knew if you didn't do this now, you were never going to get the courage to ask him again. When he noticed your approaching figure, you greeted him with a smile as you plopped down the bag in front of his face. Your smile grew wider when his eyes dropped to the label on the bag that was from his favorite bakery you saw him come into the office with at least once a week.

You learned from another writer that one way to persuade him into letting you do an article was to bribe him with food to satisfy his sweet tooth. While the contents inside was his favorite, you pulled it away from him before he could even reach out an arm and grab it from you.

“I want the front page of Sunday’s paper.” You demanded as you told him the reason why you were here, but the tone of voice came off more nervous than you had intended for it to be.

“Good morning to you, too, Sugar.” Gabriel asked, his eyes darting straight to you when you barged into his office without even saying hello, which wasn’t like you. You crossed your arms over your chest and nodded your head to the paper bag that he was eyeing. He opened up the bag to see that it was his favorite. He slowly crumpled up the bag and raised his brow in curiosity. “What can I do for you, Y/N? Excellent work on the article, by the way. Read it last night. But I’m sorry. I would love to put your story on the front page, but there was that whole—“

“Thank you. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I want to do an investigative piece. Something that’s gonna take some time.” You told your boss. Gabriel seemed curious as he wondered what you had in mind. You inhaled a deep breath as you forced yourself to tell him what you wanted to write about. “I want to do a piece about the Red Hood.”

"The Red Hood?" Cas repeated the name of the stranger who had made headlines a few times here and there over the past few years since coming out of nowhere. You always gritted your teeth and unwillingly wrote about the hero and their good deed. You looked over to the side to see he was standing right next to you with his camera in his hand and a baffled look on his face. "I thought you didn't—”

“I don’t like him/her/them.” You said, bringing up the opinion you shared with him last night after you interviewed the three women in the hospital, who claimed the masked vigilante saved their lives. “Whoever the hell is running around this city.”

“You want the front page to say you don’t like some guy who saved three innocent girls from God knows what future? Not to mention dozens other crimes they stopped? Sorry. Not gonna happen.” Gabriel said. You rolled your eyes from how he was shooting you down without letting you pitch your real story. “Go work for Fox news if you want to spread your opinion. Here at the Daily Insider we like to report on important things that—”

"What if I personally got an interview with them?" You asked, cutting off your boss. Gabriel had one hand shoved into the paper bag to grab his breakfast as Cas was flipping through the pictures on his camera to pick out the best ones, but both men stopped from what you said. You swallowed slightly and went at trying to explain your idea without sounding like a lunatic. "You're always telling us to ask the questions everybody else is afraid to do. Push the boundaries and get to the real source of what’s going on. That’s what our readers count on when they read our newspapers. And this city knows the Red Hood—but they don’t know him or her. And I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a few questions of my own.”

Gabriel pulled his hand out from the bag and settled it on the desk as he arched his brow. You knew by that look you got his curiosity going from what you were saying. “Yeah? Like what?”

"What made them decide to dress up in a costume and put the justice system into their own hands? How do they know where all these crimes are happening? And most importantly, how about the countless people he's beaten up and caused serious damage?" You proposed just a few questions you had come up with last night for an interview you planned out all in your head that could have taken place behind the plexiglass window of the jail where the Red Hood would be in after you found out who they were. “And I know, I know. They're criminals. The public doesn't care about them. But you know what the public cares about? The fact that their taxes are being spent on said criminals to pay for their medical bills. And the cops who protect this very city. Red Hood is taking the law into his own hands and making it harder for them to do their job. This...masked psychopath is not a hero. And I want to prove it.”

"What are you going to do? Write an article asking for them to stop by at your house to have a formal interview?" Gabriel asked you, entertaining the idea. You rolled your eyes and shook your head no. "You can't get an interview with someone who doesn't want their identity found out. Hence the whole secret identity, Sugar."

"I said I wanted an interview, not to dox the person behind the mask." You corrected him, even though that was your true intentions. Gabriel still seemed hesitant to say yes. "Come on, Gabe. Who else can say they've got a personal interview with the one and only Red Hood? Think of how many papers we could sell.”

Gabriel thought about what you said and sat on the idea for a moment. You bit the inside of your cheek as you impatiently waited for him to answer. He looked at you for a moment before he rolled his eyes. “Fine. If you can somehow give me a legitimate story and somehow pin down this person to ask a few questions, the front page is all yours.” You broke out into a smile as you got ready to thank him, but your boss stopped you with a few guidelines. "This is a personal project I want you working in your free time. If I ask you to cover another story, that comes first. I mean it. And don't do anything stupid to get yourself killed.”

“Of course. I leave all the stupid stunts to this one to get the money shot.” You said, nudging your fellow friend in the shoulder as you gave him a playful wink. Cas gave you a sarcastic smile before rolling his eyes. He headed forward to Gabriel to discuss what he came in here for when your boss waved you off. “You won’t regret it, Gabe. Promise!”

Gabriel brushed off your words and waved you away to complete the job that he was unwillingly giving you time to do. You headed back to your desk with a victorious smirk on your lips, wondering how good it was going to take this son of a bitch down once and for all.

+ + +

Even though Gabriel had given you the go ahead for the story, there was still so many little things you needed to worry about before you could actually sit down and start writing. Your editor thought you were going to change your tune about the stranger behind the mask when you sat down and began to hear the good they had done for the city. But you couldn’t do that. Maybe it was because you grown up always being told that violence didn’t solve anything and your father was a cop. Maybe it was because you were a good person who obeyed the law. Maybe it was because you saw a good man spiral into a pit of self destructive behavior to solve a crime he would never be able to. And his kids were still paying the price for his actions. You wanted to know everything about this person; from who they were to why they thought it was their responsibility to stop muggers and beat up sex traffickers. (Okay. If you had to admit one good thing he had done it was saving those three girls. But a good deed didn’t stop all the bad he had also brought on.) If he knew that there was a serious problem going down than they should call the cops. Not put their life in danger and get themselves—or worse, the victim they were trying to save—from being killed. There had to be someone out there in this city who shared the same opinion as you.

You spent the rest of your day between working on a list of topics and tasks you needed to complete for the story. The vigilante was a hushed secret nobody liked to talk about, it was sort of like politics. Everyone had an opinion on the matter, and they thought they were always right. There was a few published articles about the Red Hood’s heroic antics, but you wanted more than just someone else’s glorified words. You wanted to speak to the victims themselves and get to the police reports of what happened. Maybe even talk to a few cops to see how they felt about him. You even contemplated on talking to a few criminals who were busted by the vigilante to see what they remembered.

You immersed yourself into work and search, not realizing the morning had blended into the afternoon, and the lunch Cas had brought you from your favorite food cart was devoured between the things you were doing. As the time ticked away and the office thinned out, you didn’t realize how late it ended up until your computer screen went black. Your heart suddenly stopped in absolute fear from what happened, everything you had been working on all day was still there. All the news articles you found and people you were trying to track down...all gone just like that. “All work and no play makes Y/N a lame friend.” You quickly tore your gaze away from the black screen and to the person who was to blame. Your expression dropped into an annoyed glare when you saw Charlie standing in front of your desk with her finger on the power button to the screen thankfully. Cas was standing right next to her with his messenger bag strap resting on his shoulder and a twinkle of amusement in his blue eyes.

“Charlie, I love you, but I’ve got a big story I’m trying to work on.” You said to her, lightly slapping her hand away so you could turn on the screen again to get back to work. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Charlie to pop into the office. She sometimes visited when things were slow at her own job, and she even helped with an I.T. problem instead of paying someone to do it. “What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you and Dean had a ton of stuff to do today.” “We did. But one of the joys of being self employed is that you get to make your own hours. And we mutually agreed it was time to call it quits.” Charlie said. You scoffed at her bragging as you went back to work, oblivious to the time just yet. The redhead looked over at Cas as she raised her brow slightly from how concentrated you were. “Is she always like this?” “Only when she’s got something on her mind.” Cas replied. You rolled your eyes and saved your work when you saw the time. You started to shut down your computer and gathering your things, calling it a day. “Wow. You’re actually coming out with us tonight?” You gave the man a confused look as you slipped on your jacket and then began to shuffle up some papers you needed to help conduct further research. “What are you talking about?” You asked, shoving the papers into a manilla folder and then straight into your bag for safekeeping. “You’re kidding, right? It’s my birthday.” Charlie told you in a dead serious tone of voice. You felt your breathing stop when your best friend mentioned something that you swore you would never forget. The panicked look on your face quickly made the redhead break out into a smile as she lightly punched you in the shoulder. “God, you’re so gullible. It’s kinda sad with you being a journalist and everything.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly on the redhead as you gave her a type of glare that Cas was all too familiar with. It was the exact same one he expected to be greeted with this morning, but it seemed you were saving it for someone else. “Word of advice,” He leaned forward slightly so he was whispering to Charlie. “I’d be careful if she tries and offers you coffee. She might try to poison you.” “Nah. I’ll just brutally murder the both of you and write about it. ‘Charlie Bradbury and Castiel Novak disappear, never to be seen again.’” You said, coming up with a fake front page header as you gestured a hand to mimic the title. Charlie pretended to be scared from the empty threat and began walking in sync with you and Cas. “Is Sam coming, too?” “Yeah. He’s coming out for a couple of beers. Dean really wanted to get all of us together since it’s been forever since we all hung out. And he especially wanted to see you out having some fun because he knows how much of a workaholic you can be." Charlie said.

Her voice shifted into a playful tone that made your cheeks suddenly feel like they were growing warmer at how easy she was for her to tease you about Dean. You lightly shoved her forward as you continued walking to the exit, trying to hide the butterflies that were starting to flutter in your stomach from the shenanigans all of you were bound to get into tonight.

+ + +

Cas split up with you and Charlie when you mentioned about wanting to go back to your place to change out of the clothes you had been wearing all day and put away your work belonging before meeting back at the bar. The both of you made it there a little while later, the bar you frequented since your early college days was rather busy for the time of night. The place was a hole in the wall bar downtown where the beer was cheap and the company was decently friendly. You made your way through a small crowd of people and to the back of the bar where you spotted Cas talking to a familiar face. A smile broke out when you saw his ginormous frame with a head of hair that always seemed a little too perfect.

“Sammy!” You called out the man’s name in an excited tone as you approached him and Cas. You noticed he wasn't dressed in his usual suit and tie, but in jeans and flannel that almost seemed like a Winchester uniform. Sam momentary paused his conversation when he noticed you were finally here. You waved your hands for him to bend down slightly to your level so you could give him a hug. The both of you embraced one another in a tight hug after the long time it’d been since seeing each other in person. When you pulled away from him, your smile dropped as you lightly shoved him in his chest. “It’s about time since I’ve seen you. Does the firm chain you to your desk?”

“Kinda. I’m up to my eyeballs in cases right now.” Sam said, giving you a glimpse of what his life had been like as a lawyer. You pretended to wipe away a tear at his life out of sarcasm. “But I managed to pick myself free for a couple of hours before they find out.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to break you out more often. It’s been too long since I’ve seen your handsome face, Sammy.” You said, teasing him slightly as you reached up to lightly pinch him on the cheek and use the same nickname he once hated when he started college. And speaking of handsome faces, you dropped your arm back down to your side and began to absentmindedly look for Sam’s older brother. “Hey, do you know where—“

"Hey, sweetheart." You turned around just in time to see the person you were looking for. Dean greeted you with a smile as he came back from the bar, his fingers cradling two beer bottles by the neck that you presumed for himself and Charlie. The other drink he was holding was your favorite cocktail. "I thought I might save you two the trouble."

"Thank you. That's so sweet of you." You said with a smile of your own at his generosity. You grabbed the drink from him and took a sip to see that it was exactly how you liked it. "I swear you've got a sixth sense or something. Charlie and I just got here."

"Well, I guess we're just that in tune with each other." Dean replied, shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of his own beer as you took another one from your drink, your eyes moving around the bar as his wandered over to the redhead standing next to you. She hid her smirk behind her beer, knowing it was her who had told him about your upcoming arrival and suggested to get drinks ahead. You wondered if you could find a spot in the bar to occupy when you saw a wave of people come in. Dean heard the sound of pool balls clacking against one another, a sound of a game he was all too familiar with. "Hey, Sammy. Up for a game?"

One of the good things about the bar was that there was a few activities around the place for people to enjoy from foosball to darts, and the game of pool Dean suggested to his younger brother. While it was still early in the night, you knew in a few hours the competitiveness among the players would be replaced with giggles and people missing the target. Sam shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth to agree to the game, knowing he was the only one good enough to play against the man. Charlie, always being the one to be a good wing woman to her best friends, quickly spoke up before the boys could get going.

“Sam!” Charlie suddenly shouted the younger Winchester’s name, taking the four of you slightly by surprise. Sam gave her a confused expression from what she just did, you let out a quiet chuckle from her outburst. Charlie smiled as she quickly struck up a conversation. “W-Where’s Amelia? I thought you would sure bring her around.”

You watched as the mention of Sam's year and a half long relationship with his girlfriend, Amelia Richardson, didn't turn out the way you expected. You and Dean were the only single people in your small group of friends. Charlie had been going serious with Dorothy for the past few years, Cas hadn't really settled down. But you knew that his friend, Meg Masters, was always something with no strings attached. However you always suspected he had some feelings for her. You had a few relationships of your own that barely went anywhere from a couple dates to a handful of months. Dean was in the middle of the spectrum from how his love life went.

You wouldn't say that he was a complete womanizer, but he had his fair share of one night stands that you accidentally walked in on and while they were doing the walk of shame out of his apartment. When they saw you, it was the awkward pause of silence wondering if you were the the other woman. Dean had only two real relationships in his entire lifetime for long as you had known him. There was Cassidy, a sweet girl he had a thing for when you were in college. He started to fall for her, but things were moving faster than she liked, so she dumped him. And then there was Lisa Braden...the woman you thought Dean was going to spend his life with.

However if anyone's love life was tragic it had to be poor Sammy. He got his for real relationship when the both of you were in college. During his time at Stanford he met a woman named Jess, a sweet blonde who was the apple of Sam's eye. You met her a few times when Sam brought her home for holidays and summer break. Sam had confided in you at the fact that he was wanted to marry her. Unfortunately tragedy struck one night in their apartment they shared got had a gas leak, and the place burst up into flames. There was no way that it could have been prevented, but Sam blamed himself for months after her death.

You thought he was never going to get over her. And then he met a woman named Madison. The both of them seemed cute together, however she ended up breaking up with him after his dog, Riot, bit her by accident. And then there was the one crazy ex he never liked to talk about, Ruby. She had almost all of you fooled that she was Sam's perfect match. Except it turned out she was a complete psycho. A few years after Ruby came Amelia, a veterinarian who had been going steady with the man for the past year. Both of them seemed like wedding bells were in the air, however the sullen look in Sam’s face made your heart sink.

“Yeah, about that…” Sam cleared his his throat as he broke the news to all of you. “Amelia and I are no longer. We broke up a month ago. She didn't like the fact that I was spending almost all my time at the office and didn't want to move to Texas with her like we talked about. So we decided to end things mutually."

"Oh, Sammy." You whispered the man's name as you placed a hand on his back to give him a supportive pat. "I'm so sorry. I wish you told me."

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "I’ve had time to move on. I had a feeling things were heading in this direction. Besides, there’s a new woman who started at the firm. Her name is Eileen.”

“Sammy, you sly dog.” Dean broke out into a grin at the mention of another woman his brother was interested in so soon. “Normally you sulk for weeks before putting yourself back out there.”

“It’s not like that…yet.” Sam said, giving his brother a slightly annoyed look from the way he thought so quickly. You lightly shoved Dean before you looked back at the younger man with a curious expression to know more about this Eileen. “She’s pretty cool. And smart. And, this is gonna be random, but do you guys don’t know any ASL?”

“I know a few sayings. Dorothy has a deaf cousin. She taught me a few things.” Charlie said. She reached out and grabbed Sam by the arm as she face him a smile. “Come on. I can teach you a few things like ‘Hi’ and all that.”

“What about the—“ You pointed to the pool table that was going to be free for so long before it was going to be snatched up by another group.

“Hey, didn’t you tell me you always want to learn? Well, this is the perfect time. Dean can teach you and I can show Sam some sign language.” Charlie suggested a way to spend the night. You felt your cheeks suddenly start burning when she gave you a cheery smile, the kind you saw yesterday morning when she was talking about your feelings to the older Winchester. You gave her a glare as she began walking away with a smirk you wanted to smack off her face.

You and Dean weren’t a stranger to hanging out with one another, you practically did it every chance you weren’t busy. While you were hoping to catch up with Sam, Charlie had other plans for tonight. You tightened your grip around the glass as you looked over at the older Winchester with a small smile.

“Out of all the years we’ve been coming here, you seriously never learned how to play?” Dean couldn't help himself but ask out of curiosity. You shrugged your shoulders, saying how you liked to observe from the sidelines than participate. Dean set his beer down on the wooden edge of the table and grabbed a stick for himself. “The game’s not that hard. My dad taught me how to play. But how I really got good at the game was the help from a wise and old mentor. We took our gig around town and made a few bucks.”

"I feel like you're lying and got the idea out of that Tom Cruise movie,” You approached the table as you placed down your drink next to his and rested your hands down on the wooden trimming, your fingertips almost grazing the green fabric. “Or there’s a really good story behind this you’ve never told me.”

"I wouldn't say that it's an exciting story." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders. “Bobby and I used to go to the bar when you and Sammy were still in school. We would knock back a few beers after he helped me figure out how to get my P.I. license and stuff. Let me say, your dad is a pool shark."

"Wait," You felt your face break out into a smile that seemed to light up your entire face when the story turned into a direction that you weren't expecting. While Dean was rubbing chalk at the end of the pool stick, he couldn't help himself but think about how pretty you looked underneath the bar florescent light. "You're telling me my dad taught you how to hustle?"

"Well, he wouldn't use those kinds of words. But, yeah. He did. My dad was a good private eye, but it didn’t always make bank when we needed it. And that’s how I helped pay for Sammy’s textbooks when he went to college." Dean said. You honestly thought you couldn’t think that he couldn’t have been a better big brother, and there he went. Dean set everything up for a game, and since he knew you saw enough of these to know the general rules, he handed over the stick to you. For some reason you stared at him, not sure what he wanted you to do. "Come on. It's not gonna bite you. I just want to see what you know and then we can improve on that."

You grabbed the pool stick from him and walked over to the side of the table where Dean had set everything up, saying a little prayer in your head so you wouldn't look like a complete idiot. As you inhaled a deep breath and began to remember the position that you saw him and Sam get into to hit the ball, your eyes wandered away from the white one when you saw Dean moving around in the corner of your eye. You turned your head to see that Dean was shrugging off his jacket, revealing the red button up shirt you had gotten him for his birthday a few years back, paired with a black t-shirt you swore he owned at least a dozen of from how many times you wore them.

Maybe it was because of the bar lighting, the few sips of the cocktail you had, or the nerves wracking inside your body that was making you think of how good he looked tonight. There was no denying the Winchesters had good genes. Sam might be tall and large compared to most people, but he carried a soft charm and a dimpled smile that wooed over so many women. And Dean...well, you could go on forever about him.

It was his green eyes that you got lost in while it was just the both of you talking at his place and at dinner, his hair that always remained short and yet made you long to run your fingers through the sandy locks. The muscles you saw outlined in his clothes when he moved. There was so many things you could list about him that you loved about him. And you swore if Charlie was looking your way she would be grinning like an idiot from what was about to happen next.

You slightly leaned over the edge of the pool table with the stick at a perfect ninety degree angle like you were supposed to, As you got ready to hit the white ball, Dean momentarily distracted you when he remarked about how good you look. All though you knew it was about your posture, your mind went in a completely different direction, making the stick fly off the table. You let out a sigh from what you just did, knowing how much you were making yourself look like an idiot when you heard Dean let out a chuckle. It might have been out of amusement, but he wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet.

“Not bad. But the problem is in your fingers. Here, let me show you.” Dean walked over so he was standing behind you and in attempting to fix your posture. He reached out his hand and grabbed your wrist that was resting the stick on. He dragged it backwards so your fingers were now just resting on the edge of the table and laid out almost flat. "It's all about how you position the index finger and the thumb. You see," Dean talked you through the steps, making you realize he was closer than you thought. You swallowed slightly as you felt him move the fingers so they were holding the tip of the stick at a better angle. "That should help guide it a bit better."

You listened to what he told you, and trying again, you hit the cue ball perfectly, sending all fifteen pool balls to scatter across the table. You broke out into a smile as you turned your head to the side Dean was leaning over, getting ready to thank him for how easy he made it out to be. But in doing so, you realized how close he was to you, and how his fingers were still on yours, making your smile begin to fade slightly as you felt your heart start to beat faster. The both of you found yourselves staying in that position for a few seconds, unsure of what to do next.

"You know if your pool skills were half as good as your writing, maybe you wouldn't suck so much." You flinched at the sound of Cas' voice, making you realize what you were doing. Dean cleared his throat as he quickly stood back up, you did so a few seconds later. You gave the man a sarcastic smile, resisting the urge to smack him with the stick you were leaning on. "Did you tell everybody yet of your big story you're gonna do?"

Sam headed back over to the pool table, seeming to have leaned enough words to break the lesson you were having with Dean, and curios to find out what you were working on. “Really? What’s it about?” You fell silent for a moment as you contemplated of even telling them, knowing how all of them were going to take it in a different way. “It’s about...someone.” “Very specific. I think I heard of this ‘someone.’” Dean teased you, wondering what was making you suddenly grow so bashful. You looked away from him when he kept pushing for an answer. “Come on, Y/N. Tell us.” “No. It’s not that big of a deal.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’ll probably go nowhere.” “Fine. I’ll tell them. Our dear Y/N has officially lost her mind. She wants to write about the Red Hood.” Cas announced to your group of friends, making you dread how they were all going to take it. You stared at the ground for a moment as he kept on going what you had asked for your boss to do. “More specifically, she wants to interview him.” “Huh. Did you hear that, Dean?” Charlie asked her best friend when she heard something that seemed to contradict what you had said yesterday morning. The older Winchester suddenly felt four pairs of eyes on him, making him panic about this. It was like a nightmare come true. “Y/N wants to interview the Red Hood.” “Yeah, Charlie,” Dean mumbled as he let out a quiet chuckle, hoping nobody would see how nervous he was becoming for all the wrong reasons. “I heard her.” “Not exactly.” You said, correcting the redhead. Dean felt his heart suddenly starting to beat a million times a minute from what was going on. It was like a nightmare come true. "I want to find out who this person is and put a stop to the crap that they've be causing for the past couple of years."

“‘Crap’?” Charlie repeated after you. She seemed a little offended at the wording you used to describe someone who made this place a little safer. But you didn’t see it that way. “Don’t you think that’s a little harsh?”

"Please. You can't tell me you're okay with some psycho running around this city and taking jobs away from the police—whose job is to protect us." You said, giving your personal feelings on how you felt about the vigilante to your close friends. "It's a matter of time before someone gets hurt, or worse, dead."

"While I agree that taking the law into your own hands is never a good idea," Sam said. “some people think of this person as a hero.”

“We’re not living in a comic book. There's no evil villain that's harassing the city that the police can't arrest. And heros don’t wear masks. It’s people like...Dean,” You looked over at your best friend that you thought was the perfect example you could make from what you were about to say next. “He stepped up and saved Charlie’s life. He’s a hero. Not this Red Hood creep.”

"Thank you. But it was nothing." Dean said. The mention of the night he got stabbed made his shoulder start to ache. He cleared his throat as he kept his composure, casually asking you a question he really didn't want the answer to. "So...What are you gonna do about this Red Hood?”

“I’m gonna expose them and put a stop to it.” You said in a matter-of-fact voice.

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