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After months of enduring rejection and stress from a dwindling bank account, I got the call back from a warehousing company. I've been working in retail since I was a teen, so I wasn't sure what to expect once I walked into this place. I've only heard rumors about it being like high school for adults, which is exactly how I felt about every job I've had up to this point. So, I'm prepared for a fresh start with a better company and a manager that won't fire me for not being a professional ass kisser.
I took a deep breath before heading towards the front entrance of the warehouse. It took a couple of pulls for me to realize that the doors were locked.
"Hello, can I help you?" A voice coming from the small box mounted on the side of the door startled me as I took a step back.
"Oh..hello! I'm Y/N, here for my interview with Mr. Winchester." I said, though my tone was a bit awkward, and the butterflies in my stomach were growing intense by the minute.
A quick buzz and clicking sound followed, and I opened the door to see a man sitting at his desk in an office behind a large sliding window. We waved and smiled to each other, and he gestured me to have a seat inside of the empty lobby.
"I'll tell Mr. Winchester you're here." He says as I acknowledge with a nod. I watched him as he rose out his chair and walked out of view. Through the gap of the window, I could hear his voice along with another, much deeper and masculine voice.
"What the hell? I didn't know I had an interview today." Could be heard loud and clear, yet the unprofessionalism didn't surprise me at all.
Suddenly, the door to my left flew open and a man wearing a plaid shirt and boot cut jeans stood there for a moment. He was much better...younger looking than I could've ever expected.
"Afternoon, Ms. Y/N." I stood up immediately and made my way over to shake his extended hand.
"My name is Dean, tightasses like Tim over there prefer to call me Mr. Winchester." He pointed to the receptionist, who shook his head while staring at his computer, "Either is fine."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Dean. No, wait I mean-"
"No, Mr. Dean is great I should go by that from now on." We both let out a chuckle as we walked towards a door with his name horrifically engraved on it.
"Did that myself." He boasts as we both step into his overly decorative office.
"Okay Ms. Y/N, I'll be honest with you. I had no idea you were scheduled for an interview today and I apologize for that." He says as he plops down into what appears to be a gaming chair and starts clicking and typing away at his computer.
"It's alright." I said dishonestly. I was taken aback by the amount of comic book paraphernalia in the room, like sitting inside the room of a teenage boy.
"Are those the Thundercats?" I pointed out a row of figurines in unique positions, all lined up on his desk.
"Hell yeah, I love those guys." He cheered, "You a fan of the show too?"
"I've never watched, but I know what they look like."
"You should totally watch it." He clears his throat and quickly apologizes for the casual conversation.
"Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, welcome to Winchester Bros Warehousing. My brother Sam and I run the place." I listen quietly as he explains what the position I applied for entails.
"Alright, so I'm gonna ask you a couple of questions, just answer them to the best of your ability okay?"
"Ok."
"Tell me about a time when or if you've had a problem with a co-worker and how you went about resolving it." He asked, as he grabbed a pen and paper out of his desk drawer.
My mind instantly took me back to my job three months ago, where I had a shouting match with a co-worker in the middle of the department store for everyone to see.
"Well...when I was working at Food Mart, I had a little disagreement with a fellow cashier named Stacey. I was minding my business at the register and she just came over and asked me if I had a problem with her. I told her no, but she wouldn't leave me alone because of something she claimed she heard from someone else."
"Petty bitch...sorry, continue." He blurted out.
"I didn't even say anything about her either! It got so bad that both of our lines began to pile up, people were pulling their phones out and complaining about us, and she still wouldn't leave my register. A manager had to come over and ask what was happening, and that's when she tried to threaten me."
"Luckily the manager decided to send her home for the threat. I kept my cool the entire time and went back to working like it never even happened."
"Classy move, so much better than a lot of people, including me." That got a giggle out of me.
Fifteen minutes later, we concluded the interview process, and I could tell that most of the questions were improvised. I'm pretty sure I've never had an employer ask me how I felt about the 28 days later franchise before. The biggest thing was the pay rate, and they were offering exactly what I was looking for. As I said goodbye and headed for the exit, I felt like I had made a good impression based on his reaffirming words that I would receive a callback very soon. I shook his hand one last time before walking out the same way I came in. Once I made it back into my car, I sat and took a breath of relief. There were a few things on my mind all at once, most of all, the hope of finally being able to get back on my feet again.
As I sat there in my '09 Impala, I turned to my left and saw an even older model Impala parked next to me. All black and souped up as if it were made brand new, a real beauty. My admiration came to a halt as two men approached the car. It was Dean, and another tall, handsome man on the passenger side. They got in the car and slammed the doors shut, Dean turned to his left and saw me looking at them.
"Lunch time!" He shouted out the window over the roaring coming from his engine.
While both of them were looking over at me, he put his finger up, rotating it in circles. I promptly rolled down my window.
"You got the job by the way. Just talked it over with my brother Sammy over here," He points over his shoulder to the man in the passenger seat, who smiled and waved at me, "We'd love to have you! Come back tomorrow, same time."
I give him a nod and wave back at Sam.
"Thank you!" I shouted.
He gave me a nod before peeling out of the driveway 80s action film style. I had no idea what to think of this guy, but now I believe the high school label is definitely accurate. He's like a jockey in high school, all the way down to the way he styles his hair. The consequences of being hot I suppose, nevertheless, I kept my hopes high as I finally pulled out of there and made my way home.
Warnings: Some spoilers!!! mentions of blood and gore
Summary: Being one of the few survivors still inside the juke joint, Y/N finds herself falling under the possession of a great evil
Y/N felt her stomach churn all of a sudden, feeling nauseous and lightheaded all at once. She couldn't believe what was happening, or how to even describe it. All she knew was that Mary had bolted past her and right out the door, while being completely covered in blood. She also knew that Stack was dead inside of the closet after Mary obviously attacked him, and then he got back up again and tried attacking them. He had a gaping neck wound, abnormally large teeth, drool running down his mouth like a rabid dog, and piercing silver eyes. He eventually ran out of the joint, unsuccessful with his attack, and promising to return very shortly.
"If he and Mary are like that, then everyone that stepped outside is like that too." Y/N said with a shaky voice, getting the attention of everyone in the place. Everyone feeling the emotional weight of losing nearly all of their friends and people in their community to something unlike anything they had ever witnessed.
Annie informed the group of the true nature of these creatures, formally known as 'vampires'. Y/N had never heard of such a thing, but the spiritually gifted woman explained to them how vampires only come out at night, meaning they only had to hold them off until daylight. She told everyone to find wood around the joint and sharpen it, because the vampires can only be killed with a wooden stake to the heart.
Smoke claimed that it all started when three white people showed up at the door a few hours prior, and the one who did most of the talking introduced himself as 'Remmick'. Apparently, they showed up to the door asking to come in because they walked a long way and couldn't help but hear Sammie's beautiful song. Y/N recalled the moment she decided to sneak up on the group as they stood at the door to confront the strangers, only listening in on the conversation briefly before going back to dance to the music.
"Them the ones doin' this to us. If they can't get us one way, they'll always find another fuckin' way." Slim said, angrily taking a swig of his beer.
"No, we gone get through this. Long as no one goes out and no one lets any of them motherfuckers in." Smoke says as he broke the legs off of a small wooden table and began to sharpen the ends.
Smoke was covered in sweat, masking the tears streaming down his face as he shaved the corners of the table legs with a knife. Y/N felt especially bad for him, wishing she could do something to provide comfort. She made her way over to the stage where he was standing, placing a hand on his shoulder. As he stopped shaving the table leg, he closed his eyes and let out an agonizing sigh. While the two didn't know each other very well, he accepted her comfort in effort to suppress the growing fear of having to fight off those monsters, including his own brother.
Y/N watched him in silence, keeping her hand on his shoulder as he rested his arms by his sides. He wept helplessly, causing Y/N's eyes to well up with tears. She thought about saying something to him but was sidetracked by the overwhelming sound of music.
"What's that noise?" Grace asked, as the sound of singing combined with rhythmic stomps and claps echoed through the darkness.
"They out there singing?" Sammie asked, having his arm wrapped around Pearline while she hugged him tightly. The music made them more uncomfortable the longer it went on. All but Y/N, who enjoyed every last minute of it to the point where she felt compelled to start dancing to it.
It was like hypnosis, the way her feet began to move without her even thinking about it, stomping and clapping in synchronization to the music outside. Smoke quickly moved away from Y/N after noticing her sudden behavior. Everyone was alarmed and began to distance themselves from her as she danced uncontrollably to the music. Everyone in the juke joint made an attempt to get her to stop by calling her name repetitively, but she couldn't hear them as the music grew louder in her head. She danced her way over to the door but was grabbed by the arm before she could step outside.
"Listen to me Y/N! They gone kill you if you go out there! You hearin' me Y/N?" Annie said in a state of panic, shaking Y/N's entire body in effort to break her out of her trance. But it was too late, the music had already reached deep into her soul and grabbed ahold of her. Annie could tell that the friend she once knew was no longer there. Suddenly, Y/N yanked herself out of Annie's grip and rushed out of the door before anyone else could have the chance to stop her.
She sashayed her way into the night, being drawn to the glorious sound of people singing and dancing in harmony. Ahead of her, she saw every single person that left the juke joint were out there, covered in blood and some having horrendous gashes on their faces and necks. They were all dancing in a big circle, with the one by the name of Remmick doing a jig in the center. Y/N didn’t even flinch at the sight of it all, still dancing along with the group before they came to an abrupt halt. Each and every foot came to a standstill, and the voice that echoed through the night sky vanished without a trace.
Suddenly, the music that possessed Y/N's stream of consciousness was gone, and the night was filled with sounds of crickets and cicadas once more. Y/N's entire body went cold, realizing that she had willingly walked into her own fate. Standing only a few feet away from her, was a large group of blood-thirsty vampires glaring at her like Sunday dinner. Just as they were about to pounce, Remmick emerged from the center and stood in front, facing the crowd. With the raise of his hand, he managed to settle the crowd of hungry beasts hidden inside the vessels of the people Y/N once knew. He then turned around to the young lady who stood in place, petrified by what she was witnessing. Like the others, he was covered in blood from the mouth all the way down to his trousers.
"Now would you look at the power of music everyone! Look I know we seem a little scary with the blood and all but please trust me when I say we're not the bad guys here." Remmick's tone was warm and inviting, which contrasted with his terrifying appearance. As he got closer, Y/N remained still, not saying a single word as he stopped at an arm's length distance from her. She dropped her head in effort to avoid eye contact but was immediately forced to look back up at him once he grabbed her by the chin.
"You're that pretty little thing I saw dancing in there earlier, aren't ya?" Remmick asks, still holding her by the chin as he looks her up and down.
"Mhm, sure is. I was dying to get in there just so I could get a better look at you, but the music brought you to me instead." Letting go of her chin, he kept his eyes on her as he sauntered around the terrified woman, stopping once he was facing her from behind. He took a few steps closer, leaning forward until his lips were barely touching her ear.
"And I have gotta say, I'm loving what I see." He said in a seductive manner, sparking confusion in Y/N. She couldn't understand why the vicious creature hadn't killed her yet, based on everything Annie had said about him and his kind. Only moving her eyes, she watched the vampiric man slowly step back in front of her, using the moment as an opportunity to make one last plea for her life.
"Please...." Y/N whispers, finding the courage to speak. "Please don't kill me." She begs as tears start streaming down her eyes. Remmick appears to be sympathetic, pouting at the woman in front of him.
"Don't think of it like that darlin', it's more like a... transformation. I want to give you all a whole new life. I want to save you from all your troubles, and all of your pain and suffering. Besides, if I didn't care about you why didn't I just kill you as soon as you stepped out that door?" Remmick's point wasn't lost on Y/N, as she started to feel more relaxed in his presence.
"Oh, you'll make a beautiful addition to my new family sweetheart. But before we do that, why don't you give us permission to bring the rest of your friends along with us? And don't you worry about how they might feel about it at first, they'll realize what they've been missing out on soon enough." A devilish grin spread across the man's face, and with no hesitation, Y/N smiled right back at him.
After taking what he said into consideration, she drew the conclusion that he was the answer to her unanswered prayers. She knew that if she were to continue living past tonight, she would have to go right back to her work in the fields as a sharecropper. Working from sunup to sundown to meet a quota every single day of her life in effort to make a living. She saw this as her one and only chance to be truly free, with a few abnormalities to adjust to of course.
"Yes. Y'all go inside and set them free. Set us all free!" Y/N, still locked onto the eyes of the undead man in front of her. She watched as his irises turned as red as the blood coating his lips.
"Atta girl!" Remmick shouted, raising both hands and turning to the overly excited crowd behind them.
"Y'all go ahead and get our new friends out of there, especially little Sammie." His permission led the crowd into a frenzy as they all sprinted straight towards the juke joint. He turned back to Y/N, grabbing her chin before smashing his blood-covered lips onto hers. She kissed him back, ignoring the sounds of chaos and pure terror coming from the juke joint. She felt as though she was doing the right thing for all of them in the end, because they would all be unstoppable together. Remmick pulled away from her, taking one of his elongated creature-like fingers and tracing her blood-stained lips.
"You're mine and I'm yours till' the end of time, my sweet Y/N. Brace yourself darlin', it'll be painful just for a moment."
Before she could say another word, he leaned into her neck, biting just hard enough to ensure of her transformation. She screamed and winced at the painful sensation coursing through her body as Remmick continued to sink his teeth into her skin. It was excruciating, but she didn't want him to stop. He made her feel things she had never felt for another person in her life. It was all so wrong, but it felt so exhilarating and free to Y/N to be in the arms of someone so powerful and passionate. He pulled away from her once she went limp, lifting her up into his arms bridal style, patiently waiting for the transformation to be completed. Y/N's eyes fluttered open moments later, her irises a glowing silver color.
"There you are. Even more beautiful now than you were before." Remmick cheers, gently setting her feet back onto the ground. He redirected his attention over to the juke joint, that was now engulfed in flames.
"I...don't feel any different." Y/N mumbled, searching her body for any visible changes. Remmick turns back to Y/N, overcome with a sudden sense of urgency.
"It'll take some time gettin' used to, but we need to go help our friends out in there. Looks like we've some resistance to deal with, but after I get my hands on Sammie we're as good as gold." Remmick extended his hand over to his devotee, and both of them quickly ascended into the air as soon as she grabbed hold of him.
Y/N didn't know what the future held for her or any of the people who decided to come to the juke joint that night, but she was prepared to explore what the world has to offer beyond the Mississippi Delta.
Summary: Y/N has been having a really hard time mentally as of late, trying desperately to shield their emotions from the people around them. That is, until they were approached by a handsome stranger who just so happens to be an emotional empath.
Warnings: Swearing
'Damn, it's too beautiful out here for it to be this cold. The sun is shining down on me, yet I don't feel the slightest bit of warmth. I don't even know what I'm doing out here anyway. I'm just tired. Tired of everything and everybody.'
Y/N's thoughts were overwhelmingly loud this afternoon as they sat back onto a cold wooden bench posted on the side of a walkway in the middle of a practically empty park. Across from them was an open field where most people would be having their picnics or playing some kind of sport, but around this time of year, you'd be lucky to spot a dog walker occupying the landscape. Y/N found themselves staring off into the field, trying to find a sense of peace in the midst of the internal battle they were quietly facing.
It had only been a few minutes since they had been sitting there without a single person in sight, until they heard footsteps coming from the right side of the path. Without moving their head, they took their eyes off the field and looked to the right to see a man approaching the bench. With the intention to watch him pass by, Y/N became alarmed once the man stopped walking once he made it in front of the bench. They immediately shifted their entire body in his direction, unaware of his intentions.
“Hey there, I’m sorry I don’t mean to bother you, but could you help me?” The man spoke gently, assuming he wanted to appear to be friendly.
“Help you with what?” Y/N’s tone came off more aggressive than they intended, but they were suspicious of the tall man in front of them.
“I know this might sound crazy, but I’ve been walking around this city for the past three hours trying to find a cheap place to stay. Do you know where I can find a motel around here?”
Y/N would usually be standoff-ish when it came to strangers, but he appeared to be telling the truth based on the ware and tare of his sneakers. Observing him further, they noticed he had on a bookbag over his large jacket. They decided to lend the man their assistance, feeling sympathetic with the assumption that he is homeless.
“Yeah, there’s one a few miles up the road, but it’s really cold out here man. You should definitely take bus if you don’t have a car, but that’ll be another thirty minute walk to get to the bus stop.” Y/N’s information prompted a sigh mixed of relief and exhaustion from the man.
He proceeded to sit down on the bench, leaving a small space between himself and the kind stranger. He extended his long arms and legs in a big stretch, as Y/N kept their eyes on him. He was young, like in his early twenties. Not hard on the eyes either. This made Y/N's curiosity get the best of them.
"I'm sorry, but I just have to ask." Y/N started, grabbing the young man's attention.
"You look so young, I can't help but wonder how you ended up being homeless." The young man paused for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. Y/N reassured him that they weren't trying to offend him.
"No...well I guess I am homeless." He threw his hands up and slammed them down in defeat. "My brother and I travel around a lot, or at least we did up until this morning. We fight a lot, but this time was different. I just feel like I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore."
Y/N wasn't expecting that response, now feeling bad for asking in the first place. But there was also a sense of familiarity with the way they were feeling at the moment.
"Sounds like you're feeling the way I feel right now. Except it's just with everything and everybody. I'm not happy with my life and I wish I could just get a do-over, but you only get one life right? Wish I could just get over it and stop letting it drag me down." Y/N let out a deep breath, feeling relief without worrying about the fact that they were venting to a total stranger. He just sat there and listened attentively, smiling and nodding in agreeance.
"Listen, you got to do what's best for you, no matter what. Life's too short and unpredictable to settle for things that don't make you happy. It won't be easy, but if you want your life to change you have to do the work necessary to make that happen. Understand?" The insightful stranger's words nearly brought tears to Y/N's eyes. The park was the last place they expected to get some life advice at. They thanked the stranger, wiping their eyes in the process.
The man then stood up from the bench, twisting his body side to side in a stretch and wigging his legs. He took small steps until he was in front of Y/N, extending his hand in front of them.
"It was nice talking to you stranger, name's Sam by the way." Y/N grabbed Sam's hand, giving him a warm smile as they shook hands.
"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Sam."
"Likewise. Well, I better get going now but remember what I said. Hang in there stranger, everything will be alright." Sam said, giving one last smile before he took off in the direction of the bus stop.
Y/N, still on that bench, sat there and reflected on the conversation once more. Sam's words were just what they needed to hear at that moment. Moments later, Y/N stood up from the bench and wasted no time heading back home. They had some life changing decisions to make all of a sudden.
Summary: After having a day that seemed like it would never end, Y/N found herself in the middle of a crowded bar. Little did she know, the night would take a lovely turn thanks to the disgruntled stranger next to her.
Warnings: Some curse words, nothing serious :)
It was one of those nights where Y/N felt like she really needed a fucking drink. After having a horribly long day at work, she decided to visit a bar she had only seen from the outside while driving to and from work every day. It was pretty busy that night with almost every table taken up, and all kinds of conversations being had all at once. Y/N observed all of this from where she sat at the countertop, quietly sipping her margarita as she observed the people around her. In the midst of her people-watching, she found herself listening in on the phone conversation the man beside her was having. He kept going on about his father being innocent and that he was going to be the one to clear his name, which then led to him cursing out whoever was on the other end and abruptly hanging up. Y/N didn’t actually get a good look at this man, just a quick glance when he had sat next to her. She figured the last thing he would want is to be looked at after a conversation like that, so she kept her head turned away from him.
“Sorry you had to hear all that.” The man’s gravelly voice made Y/N turn her head, only slightly to where she could see him out the corner of her eye. She saw that his head was turned in her direction, but still unsure if he was speaking to her.
“You talking to me?” Y/N turned her head towards him and put her finger to her chest pointing at herself.
“Nah I was talking to her.” He looks up, directing Y/N attention to the small tv mounted on the side of the wall. It was an old lady in some commercial for laundry detergent. Y/N slowly closed her eyes, recognizing the sarcasm a little too late.
“Yeah, I’m talking to you.” The man chuckled as Y/N turned her head back to him, joining in on the laughter. “I know you could hear all that crap I was saying about my father and-”
“What did your father do...or get accused of? If you don’t mind me asking.” Y/N spoke quietly in effort to keep the people around them from hearing.
She also took a brief moment to recognize the man for his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, tall, and looked very fit in the plain black and white suit he wore. He had brown eyes, short, reddish-brown hair and a face full of freckles. He was handsome for sure, but Y/N kept herself together as he responded.
“No, it’s fine. I just hope you’re not one of those conspiracy freaks.” Y/N was confused by this comment but gave him a little chuckle and continued listening.
“Peter Sutherland is my father and I’m his son, Peter Sutherland Jr. You might’ve seen him on the news a few years ago...or not” Peter lowered his voice and leaned closer to Y/N so only she could hear him.
She took a moment to think about where exactly she heard that name before, then she remembered. Her uncle, now retired and no longer living in the DC area, used to work alongside a man named Peter Sutherland in the FBI. Once the story about Peter committing treason came out, her uncle wouldn’t shut up about it. He genuinely believed Peter did it, and that he was a disgrace to the country. Y/N never cared about the situation enough to form her own opinion on the matter, but at the moment she was sitting next to his son who was certain that his father was innocent. She figured that the story about her uncle would be the last thing Peter wanted to hear right now, so she kept it to herself.
“I don’t think I have, I’m sorry.” Y/N lied through her teeth, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to tell.
“It’s fine. Probably better that way.” Peter dropped his head, feeling ashamed by the whole ordeal he’s having with a complete stranger. On the other hand, he took comfort in the idea that she had no clue about his father. “I’d hate to scare off a pretty girl like you.” He mumbled, looking back up at Y/N to see if she heard that. He watched her lips slowly curl up, revealing her beautiful smile.
“You’re not so bad yourself Peter. I’m Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you.” She smiled as she extended her hand out for him to shake.
“Pleasure’s all mine Y/N.” Peter grabbed hold of Y/N’s hand and brought it up to his lips to place a warm kiss on her smooth skin.
Peter’s flirtatious behavior was becoming more prevalent by the minute. Little did Y/N know, the seductive man had been watching her ever since she stepped into the bar. He waited to see if she had come alone before making his way over to sit next to her, and just so happened to get a phone call from one of his dad’s old work buddies. He eventually admitted this to Y/N in the midst of chatting her up and buying drinks for both of them to enjoy. As the night went on, the drinks seemed to take effect as neither one of them could seem to take their hands off of one another in the middle of this crowded bar. Y/N shamelessly stroking the tattooed arm of a man she had just met, while Peter’s touches travelled from her shoulders down to her thighs. It was like there was no one in the bar but them as they conversed and laughed throughout the night. Eventually, Y/N ended up looking at her phone while Peter went on about how the Washington Wizards and how he should’ve given basketball a real shot.
“It’s one in the fucking morning already?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, looking up at Peter who was also surprised.
“Guess we lost track of time. Am I really that interesting to talk to?” His dry sense of humor amused them both.
“I like you, Peter. Most guys come into a bar, get shitfaced and pull out every corny pick-up line in the book just to try and get laid. Not you though-”
“I’m not like other guys? Speaking of corny pick-up lines-” Peter laughed hysterically and Y/N joined in after playfully smacking him on the arm. He immediately grabbed his arm, pretending to be hurt.
“You know what I mean!” Y/N
“I like you too.” He reaches over to grab Y/N’s hand, looking at her intently. “I’d also like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.”
Y/N felt like she had no reason to turn down his offer, despite the little white lie she told him about not knowing his father, in her eyes he was nothing like the man that her uncle described Sutherland Sr. to be. So as the night came to an end, she agreed to exchange numbers with Peter in hopes of being able to go on a date with the attractive FBI agent.
Summary: Y/N and Jeffrey become more involved with one another since their initial encounter.
Warnings: Sexual content (18+), minors dni
A/N: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.
It had been a week since Y/N met her favorite actor for the first time and somehow managed to catch his eye all in one day. It was impossible to describe the barrage of emotions she felt afterwards. She even found herself bursting into a fit of hysterics once she got home that night, jumping around and screaming as if she had won the lottery. It went on for quite some time, and like Jeffrey had promised, he gave her a call that same day. All the way up to this point, their conversations had consisted of them trying to get to know one another. They shared their interests like their taste in music, favorite foods, and even the tv shows they were currently watching. Jeffrey enjoyed talking to Y/N just as much as she liked talking to him, despite their age differences.
Both of them had agreed to keep their relations private, refusing to tell anyone that they’re talking to one another. Jeffrey wanted to keep anything from leaking to the press prematurely, and Y/N didn’t want to be bombarded by his other fans on social media. They were enjoying the talking stage so far, but since Jeffrey had finished up his meet and greets, he decided to take things a step further. After texting Y/N back and forth a couple of times since the day started, he eventually asked her if she would like to come over to his house for dinner that night. Turns out he lived in the country area located right outside of her city which was about an hour away. This would be considered as their first date, so Y/N was feeling indecisive about the matter. Jeffrey assured her that she could decline the offer if she didn’t feel comfortable with it, but after taking a moment to think and consider the possibilities, she decided to join him after all.
Shortly after accepting the invitation to her dream man’s house, she found herself in front of the bathroom mirror once again for a quick pep-talk. “Ok. You got this. You’re gonna go over his house and treat him like you would treat any other guy. God, it’s been so long since I’ve been on a date. Just breathe, and please don’t be weird.”
She only had a couple hours to get ready, so she used her time wisely. She showered and shaved in every single place she so much as suspected there might be hair. Then she went to assess her wardrobe, carefully selecting her outfit in accordance with what she feels could possibly happen that night. She wanted to look sexy, but not too provocative to where he may think that she only came over for one thing. She shuffled through her clothes and found a white, long-sleeved dress that draped down to her knees. She hadn’t worn the dress in a while, but it still fit perfectly, and went well with the light makeup she had put on before she headed out to reunite with Jeffrey.
Roughly an hour and thirty minutes later, Y/N arrived at Jeffrey’s multi-million dollar estate in the country. She felt like she was in a movie, having to stop in front of a huge gate and wait until she was granted entry, then pulling in front of the most beautiful mansion she had ever seen. In fact, it was the only mansion she had ever seen up close and in person, being from the city and a part of the working class. She was taking in the view as she got out of her car, and before she could even make it up the stairway, she was greeted by an ecstatic Jeffrey while he stood in the doorway to his home.
“Welcome! I’m so glad you- oh my.” He paused, watching Y/N as she walked up the stairway and stood right in front of him. “God you’re beautiful.” He said with a soft smile. “I feel like I might be underdressed.”
His outfit was very homey, a plain white t-shirt with black jogging pants. He also had on what’s presumed to be his reading glasses. Y/N had only seen him wearing them occasionally on the internet but seeing him like this in person felt like a dream to her.
“No, you look good to me.” Y/N’s comment only made Jeffrey’s smile grow wider, his dimples becoming more visible in the process. He then took Y/N by the hand and brought her inside of his expansive house.
As they walked through the foyer, Y/N was captivated by the interior design of his home. Jeffrey on the other hand couldn’t take his eyes off of her, finding amusement in her wide-eyed expression as she continued to look around. As they proceeded through the hallway, they were greeted by two barking dogs, each of them choosing one of the humans’ legs to paw at.
“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to tell you about my babies.”
“Awe they’re so adorable! What are their names?” Y/N asked as she squatted down to pet the overly excited dog in front of her.
“This is Bandit.” He lifted up and held the dog that stood at his feet. “And that’s Irwin you’ve got right there.”
Y/N proceeded to introduce herself to his pet and allowed it to give her a couple of kisses before standing back up. Jeffrey took note of how well she handled being around his excitable pets and how much they enjoyed being around her as well. The two then continued down his lengthy hallway, the smell of food growing stronger as they made their way into the kitchen.
"God, that smells amazing! You didn't tell me you were actually going to cook. I thought you might've ordered takeout or something." Y/N went straight for the sink to thoroughly wash her hands, Jeffrey following behind her as he lowered his dog back onto the wooden floor.
"Suprise, suprise!" His voice was cheerful as he took his turn at the sink. "It's already done, I put it on the table and everything." He finished washing his hands and guided Y/N over to the dining room next to them. He had a long, rectangular dining room table made of marble. On it were two plates of a meal that the two of them mutually enjoyed, along with two stemmed glasses of white wine. The effort and the time he spent putting this together did not go unrecognized by Y/N, referring to him as a true gentleman that knows how to treat a lady.
The two sat across from each other and began to enjoy their delicious meal. They had a detailed conversation about his memories of playing Negan and the on set shenanigans, especially with his good friend Norman Reedus. Y/N didn’t have nearly as many interesting personal stories to share, but Jeffrey listened intently regardless. She particularly loved the way he looked at her whenever she was speaking, like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Although they had finished having dinner, they continued to talk while sitting at the table.
“Perfect.” He muttered, keeping his gaze on her as she told a story about a funny moment she had at work. She cut her story short, not quite hearing what he had said.
“What did you say?” She asked.
“I said you’re perfect. Everything about you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” Jeffrey’s voice was deep and sultry, sending chills down Y/N’s spine as she finished her glass of wine. She didn’t have time to respond before Jeffrey got up out of his chair and made his way over to her on the other side of the table. He stood behind her and gently placed his large hands onto her shoulders, leaning down to whisper into her ear.
“Come with me. I want to show you something.” His seductive tone combined with the grip he had on her shoulders was a lot for Y/N to bear at the moment. She could feel a buzz coming on from the wine she drank, along with the growing arousal in between her thighs. He took his hands off of her and allowed his lips to brush against her ear as he stood straight up, stepping back from his date’s chair. With no hesitation, she stood up and took his hand as they made their way out of the dining room and into the movie theater he had built inside his home.
She gasped at the sight of the massive screen surrounded by an extra-long sofa that extended from one side of the room to the other. After listening to how much she loves watching films and tv shows, he knew that this room would be her favorite room of them all. He brought her over to the sofa, and they sat down next to each other, leaving a small space in between them. Y/N started lightly bouncing on the sofa with the intent to further entice the man beside her.
"Hmm comfy. Good for...a lot of things." Y/N's flirtatious behavior was definitely working at this point as Jeffrey's lips slowly curled up into a sinful smile.
"A lot of things like what exactly? Could you be more specific?" He placed a hand on her thigh, being covered by her dress, slowly rubbing it with his thumb.
Without a second thought, Y/N grabbed his hand and slid it underneath her dress, allowing his fingers to travel up the bare skin of her thigh. He exhaled deeply, taking in the feeling of her warm and delicate skin all the way up to the dampened cloth covering her warmth. Jeffrey used his free hand to adjust the protruding bulge in his pants, leaning in so close to her face that their noses were touching. She didn't say a word, allowing her unstable breathing to speak for itself.
"Tell me you want this." He whispered.
"I want this." She cooed, granting him permission to press his lips onto hers. From there, the two lovers were entangled with one another on the massive sofa with nothing but the sounds of their acts of pleasure.
Summary: Y/N finally gets to meet her favorite actor of all time, but something about her manages to grasp the successful actor’s attention.
AN: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.
“Okay. You got this. You’re going to go in there and look him dead in the eye as if he’s not the man of your dreams. I can’t fucking believe this is happening.” Y/N stood in front of her bathroom mirror, undressed with only a towel to cover her as she gave herself a pep-talk. After being a fan of JDM for many years, she had finally been given the opportunity to interact with the actor at a meet and greet taking place in her city. This is something she had been looking forward to for weeks, but once the day finally came, she was overcome with anxiousness.
Once Y/N had finished her little speech, she stepped out of her bathroom and back into her room to get dressed. She already had the clothes she intended to wear laid out on her bed along with her accessories. It was a casual outfit, because she wasn’t the type to ‘dress up’ even if it was to meet her longtime crush. She figured that this was the perfect time to show off her t-shirt she had purchased from The Walking Dead merchandise store and her pants were regular blue jeans. Her accessories were also merch pieces dedicated to the popular tv show, but her most favorite were the hook earrings that resembled Negan’s bat she managed to find on Etsy. It only took a couple of minutes for her to be fully dressed, and now monitoring the time as she decided to put on a little makeup right before she heads out. In an effort to make it to the event on time, she quickly finished up and grabbed her things to leave, including the two Negan posters she wanted him to sign for her.
After rushing out of the house and spending a little over a half hour in aggravating traffic, she had finally made it to the building where the meet and greet was taking place. Her heart was racing as she made her way inside, still partly in disbelief about what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. Once she got inside, she went through the motions of gaining entry and was sent to stand in line with the rest of the fans. She made it relatively early, so the line was short enough to where she could see him sitting behind a table and interacting with a fan. Her composure began to unravel as she watched him speak from afar and tuning everything else around her completely out in the process.
Oh my God he looks so much better in person. His slicked back brown hair, salt and pepper beard, and don’t get me started about that smile. Y/N fangirled away in her head as the line grew shorter, and her excitement became more prevalent. Before she knew it, she was next in line behind the person that was standing in front of her. The man she had only fantasized about in her spare time, the one she referred to as her husband on social media, the Jeffrey Dean Morgan was sitting right there. She kept her eyes on him as she patiently waited her turn, and for a second, she could’ve sworn that he had glanced over at her a few times as he was speaking to the other fan. A few minutes later, the fan’s time was up, and it was now Y/N’s turn to introduce herself for the very first time. She took a deep breath and put a smile on her face as she stepped forward, stopping in front of the table directly in front of him. Her ability to speak had been halted for unknown reasons, but still wore a big smile on her face.
“Well, hello there. What’s your name sweetheart?” His voice was deep and husky, on top of the nickname he called her, was gratifying all on its own. She realized she had been quiet for a little bit too long and snapped herself back into reality.
“I’m sorry, I’m- uh...my name is Y/N. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize Y/N. That is such a lovely name for a beautiful young lady such as yourself.” He spoke to her softly, giving her that killer smile of his. It was almost like he knew that he had a strong effect on her and used it to his advantage.
“Thank you. I’m such a huge fan and I love all your work.” She tried not to sound too cheerful, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.
“Is that right?” He let his eyes wander up and down her body. “I see you got a TWD shirt, very nice. But is that what I think it is?” He brought his hands up to his ears and pinched his earlobes, indicating to Y/N that he is inquiring about her earrings.
“Oh! They’re Lucille earrings, I found them online.” She moved her hand behind her ear to push the jewelry forward, giving Jeffrey a better look.
“That’s fucking awesome. I can’t really see them from down here though, come closer so I can see them better.” He leaned forward onto the table, using his arms to support him as Y/N bent down to get closer to him. She was now at the same level he was as he remained in his chair, allowing him to touch the hooked earring in her left ear. He then let go of the earring and moved his face much closer to hers, putting his lips up to her ear.
“I’ve had my eye on you ever since you came in here.” Y/N audibly gasped, remaining still as he continued to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.” He promptly moved back from Y/N, awaiting a response as she slowly brought herself up from the table.
She had a hard time grasping what she had just heard. He very clearly just told her that she caught his interest, and she still felt as if all this was some kind of fever dream. She turned around to see a line of people behind her, all of them being completely clueless about what was going on at that moment. The sound of the actor clearing his throat made her turn back around, seeing him tap his wrist as an indication that they were running out of time.
“Ok, yes. But how exactly are we supposed to do this?” She was whispering to prevent the people around them from hearing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and slid the phone over to her on the table. He wanted her phone number, so she quickly put it in his phone and saved it under her name. She slid the phone back to him and he put it back into his pocket. Seeing that it was time to say farewell, he reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s soft hands, giving her one last look with his lustrous, hazel eyes.
“It’s been really nice meeting you Y/N, and I hope to see you again very soon.” He brought his voice down to a whisper, “and I’ll call you as soon as I’m done here, okay?”
Y/N nodded her head in compliance, hanging on by a thread at the sight of him holding then releasing her hands from his grip. She waved goodbye to her idol as the event coordinator escorted her away. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t certifiable, and that his entire experience wasn’t all in her head. She pinched herself, gave herself a light smack on the face, and even asked the coordinator if she was dreaming. It all appeared to be happening in real time, and she was going to have a chance to get close to someone she once referred to as her baby daddy.
Summary: Dick and Y/N have been assigned to conduct a stakeout for their robbery case, which leads to the two of them having to experience some unexpected events.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of blood, swearing
It was roughly four-thirty in the morning. The sun hadn’t come up yet, and the streets of Downtown Detroit were remarkably quiet. The entire city was asleep, except for Y/N and Dick, who were sitting in an inconspicuous car right across the street from the suspected drop-off location, which was a storage unit. Y/N was not a morning person at all. In fact, she didn’t really have a chance to get any sleep after she left the station last night. Her conversation with Rodriguez about the Robin case caused her to draw an entirely different conclusion than she had before. A conclusion that involves her partner, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. They didn’t say much to each other since he picked her up from her apartment, making it a little awkward between the two of them as they panned their surroundings looking for anything suspicious. Y/N turned to look at Dick as he pulled something from the cooler he had in the backseat of the car.
“I can’t believe you brought an entire cooler to a stakeout. What did you even bring...beers? Any kind of liquor?”
“Well, if I knew you were an alcoholic, I would’ve brought more than a bunch of soft drinks.” Dick chuckled, watching Y/N roll her eyes at his remarks while he popped open a can of Vernors and took a sip.
“The hell is a Vernors? I never heard of that.” Y/N reached into the cooler and grabbed a cold can of Vernors, hesitant to try the new drink.
“Me neither until I got here. They definitely don’t sell these back in Gotham. It’s honestly not bad, try it.” Dick sat back in the seat, observing his partner’s reaction as she took a small sip of the carbonated beverage.
She let out a loud belch shortly after, causing both of them to laugh hysterically. Then the car grew silent, and their eyes were locked onto one another just like the day before. Y/N couldn’t allow herself to get lost in the lustrous eyes of the man sitting next to her again, not after what she had learned during her secret investigation.
“It’s funny you mentioned Gotham, because I’ve been thinking about how you and Robin are both from there.” Y/N was attentive to Dick’s actions as he immediately stopped looking at her, letting out a sigh of disappointment as he set his soda can down to bury his face in his hands. Ignoring his gestures, Y/N continued to push for a verbal response.
“And now both of you are here, of all places, at the same time. Isn’t that strange?” Dick raised his head out of his hands and looked over at Y/N, annoyed by the smug look on her face, like she has it all figured out.
“Still not over the Robin thing huh? Hope you didn’t forget what I said yesterday Y/N. I do like you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t-”
“Report me to Nelson? Be my guest Dick, and I’ll be sure to tell him about how you’ve been working with Robin this entire time.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Tyler Hackett. Rodriguez told me all about it last night.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N.”
“I don’t huh? The main suspect in a child abuse case gets off easy, and you were fucking pissed about it considering the fact that you were hellbent on locking him up.”
“Y/N please-”
“Rodriguez said once Hackett was found not guilty you went on this big rant in front of everyone saying something along the lines of understanding why Batman and Robin do what they do. Then a week later, Hackett is in the hospital with life threatening injuries by Robin, coming all the way from Gotham. There have been several crimes taking place since then, and he hasn’t made another appearance since then.”
Dick was eerily silent, trying to process the fact that his fear had ultimately came true despite his meager attempt to keep her from pursuing this issue any further. She had most of it figured out, but the most important detail was left out of her theory, which gave Dick an opportunity to satisfy her hunger for the truth.
“Ok. You got me. Robin and I are...acquaintances. Back in Gotham I helped him keep tabs on criminals like the Joker and Scarecrow, and if I ever need a favor, I just gave him a call. I don’t like to call on him, but I couldn’t let Hackett get away with what he did to that little girl. Son of bitch better be lucky I...he didn’t kill him.” Dick was staring out the window as he told this strategic lie, avoiding eye contact with his partner in hopes to not get caught. “Despite what everyone’s saying, Robin’s not a bad guy. It seems like you’re one of the few people that actually understand that, so thank you.”
“No, thank you for telling me the truth. I promise I won’t tell anyone about it. Robin is great and all, but I admire how passionate you are about helping people, especially innocent kids.” Y/N reached out for Dick’s hand that was resting on the armrest and put her hand on top of his.
Dick looked down at their touching hands and back up at Y/N, who was glaring at him. Once again, they were caught in a moment of silence, but this time Dick wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. He slowly switched the position of their hands, putting his on top and slowly gliding his hand up and down her forearm. Y/N remained motionless, taking in the feeling of her partner's hands continuously stroking her left arm. Aroused by the tension, Dick decides to take it a step further by leaning toward his partner, being close enough to feel her quickened breathing on his face. Y/N's mind was screaming for her to retreat, but her body remained in place. Her lips parted slightly in preparation for what was about to happen next.
They both knew it was wrong to be doing this when they're supposed to be working, but the anticipation was much too high to dial it back now.
"We shouldn't." Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper.
"I know."
With that, the detectives were sent to an aura filled with pure, unadulterated bliss as their lips intertwined. Neither one of them had experienced a feeling like that in a very long time, allowing themselves to get lost in each other. Dick took his unoccupied hand and grabbed hold of her thigh, pulling her closer to him despite the obvious obstacle in between them. Y/N cupped his face with both of her hands, parting her lips wider to grant him entry with his tongue. The kiss grew more heated by the second, and Y/N had abandoned all hope of regaining self-control. She threw the leg he was grabbing over the armrest, preparing to get on top of him, and then a phone started ringing. The sound of Dick’s ringtone made Y/N pull away from his lips, retracting her leg and shifting back into her seat. Dick was yanked back into reality as he started patting himself to find his phone, which he eventually located in his back pocket. He read the caller ID and promptly answered.
“Hello? Yes, we’re here. Just play your part and don’t do anything stupid. If they sniff you out, you know what to do. Alright, bye.” Dick hung up the brief phone call and looked over at his partner, who was looking out the slightly fogged window, slumped in her seat with her arms folded.
“That was the informant I was telling you about. He just said that they’ll be here in a few minutes to meet a potential buyer for the jewelry.” He didn’t receive a response or any form of acknowledgment from his partner who remained in the same position.
“Y/N? Did you hear what I just-”
“Loud and clear.” She said with a big sigh, avoiding eye contact with the man she just got done having a make out session with. She couldn’t belief how she just let herself lose control like that. After everything that happened between her and her last partner, not to mention she just met this guy two days ago.
"Are you upset with me?" Dick's question didn’t receive an answer. "Listen, we clearly both like each other so there's no point of trying to hide it."
"Dick, you don't understand. My partner back in LA...he was more than just a work partner to me." Y/N finally turned her head away from the window, meeting eyes with Dick.
Now he understood why she was being so resistant towards him. She didn't want to get too involved with another partner in fear that she would end up losing him just like the last. Little did she know that her new partner was highly trained to deal with high-risk situations.
"So, you got a thing for detectives then?" His words caused Y/N to snicker, turning away from him with an eye roll. He brought her attention back to him once he grabbed her arm.
"You don't have to worry about me getting hurt or killed on the job. If anything comes up, I will handle it. I promise." He spoke in a very calm and reassuring tone with a smile, releasing his partner's arm in the process.
The moment between them was abruptly interrupted by the sight of a black SUV pulling into the parking lot of the storage unit. Dick swiftly grabbed the binoculars he had in the armrest and put it up to his eyes to focus on the site. Y/N prepared the earpieces connected to the wire the informant was wearing. She gave Dick one, and she had the other, both of them putting it on and watching as the scene unfolded right across the street from them.
"I really hope we can trust this guy. If he screws this up, we'll be fucked." Y/N's concerns were turned on deaf ears as Dick proceeded to watch the criminals begin to converse.
Three of them that came out of the SUV all at once. All dressed in black suits and ties, standing idle right in front of the storage unit. One of them was the informant, playing his part as Dick and Y/N listened to the group's conversation from a distance.
"So, the buyer's not here yet. They're all just standing out there waiting for them now." Dick serving as the commentator, while Y/N continues to look out the window.
"...wait. Something's not right." Y/N snapped her neck towards him.
"Dick what are you talking about?"
Dick put down his binoculars and quickly reached for his bag right next to the cooler. He rustled through the bag and pulled out a handgun, cocking it and handing it Y/N. Her heart started racing, confused about what was happening and starting to panic.
"Dick what the fuck is going on!?"
"It's a set up. They know we're here."
Before Dick could explain further, a black SUV pulled up a few spaces behind them and stopped. The doors opened, and five masked men with guns jumped out of the car and rushed towards them. Dick and Y/N quickly got out of the car, Y/N shooting at the men and taking cover in front of the car. She reached out for her partner, who was nowhere to be found.
"Dick!" She screamed in terror, afraid to move from her crouched position in front of the car. She couldn't see what was happening, but she heard a few gunshots and a lot of grunting. She had absolutely no clue what happened to her partner.
He's dead. They killed him. There's no way he could've made it. Maybe he ran away. He fucking left me here to die! What am I gonna do? Y/N's thoughts were running rampant while she remained crouched, holding the car for support. Then she realized she couldn't hear anything. No gunshots, no grunting, nothing. It was dead silent, then there were footsteps and heavy breathing. The sound grew louder in Y/N's direction, her state of panic intensifying as the footsteps got closer. By the time she could see the shoe of the person approaching her, she jumped up from in front of the car and shot the gun, completely missing her target.
"WHOA! Y/N, it's me! Don't shoot!" Dick held his hands up as if he were surrendering. Y/N's hands were violently shaking, her body frozen in place and tears flowing out of her eyes.
Dick slowly approached her until he could remove the gun from her hands, then brought her into his arms. She cried into her partner's huffing chest, relieved that he was alive but angry about him leaving her so suddenly. Then she realized that his shirt was wet, she opened her eyes and saw blood stains coating his shirt and a little bit on her face.
"What the fuck!" She stepped back from him, wiping her face off and getting a better look at him.
He had blood all over his shirt, and some splattered on his face. She looked over at the five men, who were all laid out on the ground, bloodied and lifeless. She was speechless by the sight, unable to comprehend how a detective was capable of taking on five armed men all at once without any kind of weapon. She looked across the street where the SUV was, but they had disappeared.
"Those guys at the storage unit were a decoy. My informant must've cut a deal with the guy behind all this." Dick’s demeanor was completely calm, despite his heavy breathing he has completely fine. Almost like it was another day on the job. Y/N thought she had him figured out, but quickly came to terms with the fact that she hadn’t.
"Are you Robin?"
"What?"
"Don't fuck with me Dick Grayson. I don't care if you know karate, taekwondo, or whatever. It was five on one, and you were completely unarmed."
"Not completely." Dick reached in his pocket and pulled out a bloody throwing star, carved into the letter 'R'. He handed it to Y/N, confirming her suspicions.
She didn't know how to feel about this revelation. There was so much to unpack, but the fact that she made out with the one and only Robin had taken over her train of thought. Dick stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them.
"Why did you lie to me?" Y/N looked up at his blood-stained face.
"I didn't want you to look at me differently. We both know that I've done some things that I'm not proud of, but I need you to know that I've always had the right intentions."
"I know Dick, and I trust you." She grabbed his hand, putting the throwing star into his palm and closing it for him. “The question is, do you trust me? Will you let me help you instead of you creeping around by yourself?” He snickered, smiling down at his partner in amusement.
“Of course. No going off on my own.” He said smoothly. With his face only inches away from Y/N’s, he decides to take the opportunity to kiss her once more. She cupped his face with her hands as they proceeded, until Dick broke away and looked over at the bodies again.
“We should probably call this in huh?”
“Yeah, we should. But how exactly are we going to explain this?”
“We were under attack, I tried to stop them, and my badass partner took them out with the gun I gave her.” His fake explanation put a smile on Y/N’s face as they both stepped from in front of the car to get back inside. Once they got in the car, Dick called into the station about the bodies and drove off with Y/N by his side. With the two of them working together in the grimy streets of Detroit, there was nothing that could possibly stop them.
Summary: Y/N and the boys finally get a day off of hunting and they each find a way to help them pass the time.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, swearing
Having an off day wasn’t common for Y/N and the boys, but when they did get one, they would stay inside the bunker for the whole day and do their usual routine. Sam would be in the study room with his face in a book, Dean would be in his room watching reruns of the original Scooby Doo series, and Y/N would be in their room getting high on edibles. This time around, Y/N decided that they didn’t want to get high alone, seeing if one of the boys would like to join them for the ride. Sam immediately declined, then proceeded to lecture Y/N about the dangers of getting high. Dean, on the other hand was curious since he had never tried an edible before. He felt like Y/N was exaggerating about the effects of it, so he decided to try and call their bluff.
The two hunters were inside of Dean’s cluttered room sitting on his full-sized bed, each holding two THC infused gummies in the palm of their hands.
“You ready bro? I’m telling you this shit is no joke, so if you’re gonna chicken out-”
“Whatever asshat, let’s get it over with.” Dean’s cocky tone only made Y/N laugh, watching him quickly pop the two gummies in his mouth like they were pain pills. Y/N followed suit and ate their gummies too, not taking their eyes off of Dean who was giving them a very unamused facial expression.
“Oh wow I feel...absolutely nothing. You sure you didn’t get played by whoever you bought that off of?”
“Just give it a couple minutes.” Y/N laid down on Dean’s bed with their legs hanging off the edge, closing their eyes as they waited for the effects to kick in. Dean scoffed at them, and he copied Y/N’s actions in effort to feel at least the tiniest bit of whatever they were feeling. As the time passed, Y/N could slowly feel their heart start to race, opening their eyes to see the design of the ceiling forming into an optical illusion. As they lifted their arms up in effort to reach the ceiling, they began to hear loud wheezing coming from the man laid beside them. Y/N turned to the left to see Dean, whose face was red as a tomato as he continued to wheeze as if he were unable to breathe properly.
“You good man?” Y/N smacked Dean’s chest, causing him to take a deep breath and exhale while laughing hysterically. He turned to Y/N, grabbing their arm as he struggled to form words that made sense.
“You remember- you remember when Sam- you remember- FUCK.” Y/N joined in on the abundance of uncontrollable laughter from their incredibly stoned friend. The pair were in tears at this point, grabbing hold of each other by the arms as if their lives depended on it. Suddenly they found themselves reenacting the famous scene from the film ‘Titanic’.
“I’m gonna let go now, you’re better off without me. Promise me you will survive! Don’t give up!”
“I’ll never let go Jack, I’ll never let go!” Y/N’s dramatic words were confirmation for Dean to let go of their arms, allowing himself to slowly roll off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.”
“Ouch.”
“NOOOOO.” Y/N rolled over to the edge of the bed to look down at Dean, laid out on the floor with his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth pretending to be dead. This triggered hysterics from both of them once more, leading to a slightly annoyed Sam to poke his head through the already cracked door to Dean’s room.
“Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to get some work done out here.”
“Sammy you gotta try this shit man I’m begging you.” Dean spoke indistinctly, grabbing the side of the bed to assist him with getting up to stand on his two feet. He stumbled over to Sam like a toddler just learning how to walk, nearly falling into his little brother’s arms as he lost balance and ended up smacking his bottom on the hard floor.
“Ouch.”
Y/N managed to calm down enough to lift themselves up off the bed and walk towards the doorway, stepping over Dean and pushing Sam aside in effort to get out of the room. Their throat felt like it was on fire, so they made a break for the kitchen in effort to quench their thirst. Once they made it to the kitchen, they grabbed two cold bottles of water and attempted to return back to the room, until they were stopped by Sam, who was more concerned than irritated at the moment.
“How long is this supposed to last Y/N? We could end up having a case tomorrow.”
“Relax man, we’ll be fine. Get those tighty whities out your ass for me yeah?” Y/N said calmly as they brushed past the most responsible person of the three, and back to their partner in crime who was sitting idle on the floor. Y/N helped Dean back up to his feet, giving him one of the bottles of water and guiding him back to the bed.
“Here you go man, go ahead and lay down. I’m gonna go back to my room and pass out. You’ll be alright I promise.” Y/N oversaw Dean chug his water like he was suffering from dehydration and lay back down in his bed, all four limbs spread out on each side. Seeing that Dean was fully relaxed and safe, Y/N made their way back to their own room, passing out as soon as their head hit the pillow of their bed.
Dean let his high fully wash over him as he remained laid out on his bed, imagining that he was floating in the middle of the ocean all by himself. For the first time in a very long time he felt at peace, like he didn’t have a single thing to worry about. There were no monsters, no demons, no angels, nothing. Just him, a large body of water, the blaring hot sun above him, and the baby blue sky surrounding him. If this is what it always felt like to be high, then Dean never wanted to come back down.
Summary: Dick takes a shot at doing Mar’i’s hair for the first time
It was just like any other day in the Grayson household, but today the family needed to go run some errands. Dick had just got done getting ready when he decided to check on Mar’i and Kory, who should be close to being done as well. He found them in the bathroom, both appearing to be dressed and ready.
“Okay girls, are we ready to go?” Dick leaned against the doorway and watched as Kory gently combed through Mar’i’s coarse hair while they both stood in front of the mirror.
“Almost, I just want to give Mar’i a different hairstyle today. Maybe four big braids and some barrettes at the end, what do you think?” Kory looked down at Mar’i who gave her a nod of approval.
As Dick continued admiring his favorite girls, he came to the sudden realization that he has never taken a turn with doing Mar’i’s hair. This has never been an issue, but as her father he felt like something as small as doing her hair was a way to bond with his little girl.
“Braids sound simple enough. Babe, I want to try doing her hair this time if you don’t mind.” The girls turned and looked at Dick in unison as he stepped into the bathroom.
“Daddy, do you even know how to braid?” Mar’i challenged her father, causing Kory to burst into laughter.
“Come on, it can’t be that hard. Just tell me what to do and I got the rest.” Dick stepped in Kory’s place behind Mar’i as she stood on the side of them, handing him the wide tooth comb.
“So, you see how I parted her hair into four sections. All you need to do is braid each section down and put a barrette on the ends.” Dick listened to Kory as he started on one section. As per Kory’s instructions, Dick softly combed through their baby’s hair and set the comb down to start the braid.
To their surprise, Dick was doing fairly well with the task, although he moved his fingers at a turtle’s pace, insisting that it’s the only way he could get the braids to be perfect. After a few minutes of encouraging words from his daughter and light teasing from his wife, he had finally finished. Mar’i observed her hair in the mirror, happy with the results.
“I love it! Thank you, Daddy.” She turned away from the mirror towards her father, giving him a big hug around his waist.
“You look beautiful as ever. Thank you for trusting me my little princess.” Dick lifted his daughter off the ground, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he held her on his hip. They stepped out of the bathroom and Kory followed behind, enamored by her husband’s fatherly character.
“Well, we better get going now before our favorite ice cream shop closes!” Kory announced, causing Mar’i and Dick to do a little dance as he carried her towards the door.
“Yay! Ice cream! Ice cream! We’re gonna get some ice cream!” The two chanted as they waited for Kory to grab her things and meet them at the door.
In no time, the family of three were on the road, looking forward to spending another amazing day together.
A/N: I just want to say I appreciate all the positive feedback for the first part. This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I hope you guys like this part as much as the last.
Summary: As Y/N and Dick begin to build a connection between one another, a new problem comes up that sets them at odds.
Warnings: Profanity, mentions of violence
After Y/N and Dick’s little heart to heart moment, they proceeded to go to work on the ongoing robbery investigation. As she sat at her desk and scanned through the evidence files Dick had given her, she allowed her mind wonder off to a more interesting topic.
Y/N felt at ease now that she had managed to get on her partner’s good side, but she also began to have other feelings towards him. She could tell from that small interaction that he has seen and been through a lot of bad stuff, just like her. On one side, he has this kind of edge that tells you he’s not the kind of person you want to mess with. On the other side, he is compassionate and caring for those who he feels a connection with.
Y/N allowed herself to remain zoned out as she continued to think about Dick. What is he like outside of work? What does he enjoy doing in his spare time? Does he have a girlfriend? These intrusive thoughts clouded her mind to the point where she didn’t notice her partner was out of his chair and packing his things to leave. Dick, putting his coat on and throwing his bag over his shoulder, let out a deep sigh and turned to look over at Y/N.
“Well Y/N, it was nice to meet and talk to you, I’m heading out for the night. See you first thing in the morning alright?” He waited until she rose her head up to give her a warm smile.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She smiled back and watched as he started towards the door.
Y/N watched as Dick walked out the front doors, feeling slightly ashamed by the impact he seemed to have on her although they just met. Despite her feelings, she decided that she wouldn’t try to act on them. After losing her old partner, she felt that it would be best to avoid getting too close to her new partner. She couldn’t handle losing another partner, let alone one that she cared deeply about.
“Working late tonight new girl?” A woman’s voice caused Y/N to turn around and meet the eyes of an officer, who appeared to be on her way out as well.
“Oh no. I’m just preparing for tomorrow, hopefully we’ll be able to find a lead in the case.” Y/N waved to the officer, receiving a thumbs up in response as the woman continued walking.
Y/N had left shortly after, returning to her mediocre apartment in a semi-decent neighborhood not too far away from the station. She did her usual nightly routine and called it a night, prepared for the busy day tomorrow.
It was now morning time and Y/N was standing in front of her long mirror giving herself a once over. She made a few changes to her usual plain black and white wardrobe, adding a bit more color. She convinced herself that it was only part of her journey to turn a new leaf. Satisfied with her new look, she grabbed her keys and the personal items she wanted to decorate her new desk with and headed out to work. Arriving to the police department a few minutes later, Y/N entered the building with a gleeful smile on her face like yesterday. Her smile dropped as soon as she saw what appeared to be an empty precinct. Confused and concerned, she went over to her desk to set her things down then heard the captain’s voice calling out for her.
“Detective Y/L/N! We’re all in the meeting room waiting for you.” She sped to the meeting room, where she could see everyone had already taken a seat, and Captain Nelson was standing behind the podium in front of everyone. In the very front, sat a tired-looking Dick with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Y/N took the empty seat next to him, still confused about the unplanned meeting.
"Morning partner." Dick says softly as he sips his coffee, taking notice to his partner’s appearance being much more vibrant than the day before.
"Good morning, Dick. What's all this about anyway?"
"No clue.” Dick kept his eyes on Y/N as she looked around the room, still trying to make sense of what was happening. Their attention was quickly grabbed by the captain, who was ready to start the meeting.
"Now that everyone's here, I'd like to inform you all about a potentially new problem we'll have to face in the near future." Everyone watched the captain as he turned on the monitors behind him. On the screen were two surveillance shots of a man dressed in a red and green kevlar suit with a black mask on his face. He appeared to be in the middle of fighting a group of men.
"We got a call last night about some caped crusader single handedly fighting six men all by himself. By the time our people got there, they found all six men bloody and badly beaten. The vigilante was nowhere to be found."
Y/N couldn't believe her eyes. She had only heard stories about him, but never thought she would end up in the same city as him.
"Holy shit...is that Robin?" Y/N said as stood up to get a better view of the monitor, still in disbelief. Dick quickly turned to glare at her, surprised she was able to identify the person in the images so fast.
He chose to remain silent and observe the reactions of his colleagues. They were all expressing a disapproving attitude, some of them even cracked jokes about the suit. All except for Y/N, who seemed to be thrilled by the revelation, almost like she was a fan. Dick tuned out everyone around him and focused only on Y/N, who only spoke highly of Robin.
“You guys can say what you want but that guy is badass. To take on six guys all by himself is unreal! I wonder if Batman is here too or if he came by himself.”
"Don't know, and don't care. I refuse to let these mask wearing freaks come into my city and do whatever the hell they want. They think they can do our jobs better than us, but what happened last night wasn't justice. I want to know why he targeted them specifically.” Captain Nelson was clearly a part of the disapproving crowd, cutting off the monitor and stepping from behind the podium to assign the new task.
“Detectives Kurt and Rodriguez, I’m assigning you both to the vigilante case. The rest of you, continue with the robbery investigation and report to me as soon as you find a lead. Thank you, dismissed.” Y/N and Dick left out of the meeting room together, both watching Kurt and Rodriguez complain about the new assignment on the way back to their desks.
“You seeing these guys? Just ungrateful. I would kill to take on a case like that.” Y/N turned to Dick, quietly walking alongside her. He just flashed a smile and continued walking. She noticed that he hadn’t really said anything during the entire meeting, but she just assumed that he was indifferent to the vigilante stuff.
They both went back to their desks and started working. Y/N couldn’t take her mind off of Robin and Dick couldn’t take his mind off of Y/N. He wondered how she would react if she knew that he was the man underneath the mask. Y/N on the other hand wondered about the motive Robin had to go after those men like that. They clearly weren’t good guys, but there are bad guys all over the city. Why them? Why now? The more she thought about it, the more she became invested in the case itself.
Y/N took a quick look around to see if anyone was close enough to see what she was doing. Once the coast was clear, she used her computer to access the arrest records of the men who were detained after the Robin situation. All five of the men’s mugshots were displayed on her monitor and she could see the damage Robin had done to these guys, but there was one missing. She knew that his injuries must have been so severe that he had to be hospitalized.
“What if this guy was the target and the rest of them were just collateral damage?” She muttered to herself, slowly piecing the mystery together. Her thoughts were interrupted by Dick slamming his notebook on the desk in front of her. Before she had a chance to react, Dick was already hovering over her, expressing his newfound enthusiasm.
“I got it Y/N. This is our lead right here I just need you to-” Dick stopped as soon as he laid eyes on Y/N’s monitor. She was looking into the guys he beat to a pulp last night. Panic started to set in as he recalled her being listed as a proficient level detective in her files. He felt like there was a good chance she could uncover his secret, so he had to do whatever it takes to keep her from being successful.
“Y/N, we need to focus on the case that was assigned to us. No going off on our own, remember?”
“I know and I’m sorry, but I just-”
“Don’t let your curiosity get the best of you. If I catch you looking into the Robin stuff any further, I’ll have to report you to Nelson. Trust me, pissing off the captain is the last thing you want to do.” Dick’s tone came off much sterner than he wanted it to, but he needed her to get off the Robin thing as soon as possible. Part of him felt guilty as he watched her remove the photos of the men from her screen, her silence and sullen expression said more than enough.
“I’m going to take our lead to the captain and see what he says. If it’s good enough, I could get the green light to hold a stakeout.” Y/N sat in silence, staring at Dick while he briefly explained how he got some intel from someone he knows about a location where the stolen money is being stored.
She wasn’t giving him any sign of affirmation, making it clear that she wasn’t happy with him. Dick took the hint and walked off to the captain’s office. She felt like he was overreacting about her looking into the Robin case, but he was right about her not being focused on the task at hand. After sitting and thinking to herself for a few minutes, she made the conscious decision to give her full attention to the robbery case. But first, she wanted to know the name of the sixth man involved in the case. Y/N put her eyes on Kurt and Rodriguez, who were both sitting at their desks, presumably discussing the case. She figured all she had to do was go ask them for the guy’s name, but as soon as she got up to approach them Dick was already on his way back. She sat back down in her chair and acted natural as Dick came to stand on her side of the desk, towering over her again.
"Nelson gave us the green light for the stakeout. We should exchange numbers since we’ll be doing this together, in case anything happens.” Dick pulled his phone from his back pocket, unlocking and holding it out to her. Y/N obliged, saving her number into his phone. She looked back up at him to give him his phone back and watched as he parted his lips to speak.
“Also, I want to apologize about the threat I made earlier. I just really want to get through this case Y/N, I’ve been busting my ass these past few weeks trying to catch these guys.”
“Dick, I totally understand. I’m sorry too, and the bird boy is off limits from now on, I promise.”
“Oh, that’s a good one.” Dick and Y/N shared a laugh before falling into a moment of silence. The prolonged eye contact between the two spoke volumes to one another. There was something there that neither one of them wanted to acknowledge at the time, especially since they were about to spend a few hours alone together the very next day. Y/N turned away first, trying to find something to do in effort to ease the tension.
“Okay, I’m just gonna-”
“Yeah, me too.” Dick hastily turns away and moves back over to his desk, plopping down into his chair and raising his hands to hold the back of his head. He stared blankly at his computer screen, trying desperately not to shift his eyes over to his partner.
As much as he wanted to fight his growing attraction for Y/N, he couldn’t. After a failed relationship with Dawn, he promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved with another woman for a while, that is, until Y/N showed up. She just had to be his type, confident, strong-willed, and intelligent. Her unknowingly being fascinated with him and his ‘extracurricular activities’ only made his feelings stronger, along with the fear of her finding out and possibly ruining his acquaintance with her.
On the other side of the desk, Y/N quietly tended to the decorations she brought from home, trying to keep her mind and eyes off the alluring man sitting a couple feet away from her. It wasn’t long before her attention was claimed by said man, who made her look at her left at a fellow detective, who had his right hand in the back of his pants, scratching aggressively. Dick and Y/N snickered at the man, finding his actions both humorous and disgusting. This provoked jokes and playful banter between the two as a result, which lasted until it was time to say goodbye. Y/N was the last to leave again, or she thought she was as she made her way to the door and caught Rodriguez still at his desk. With no hesitation, she redirected herself over to him to ask the million-dollar question. She had a hard time convincing him that her questions were just out of curiosity, but after a few words of reassurance, he finally gave her the answer. Tyler Hackett.
Summary: Y/N was an exceptional detective, responsible for solving several high-profile crimes alongside her partner while working with the Los Angeles Police Department. Shortly after losing her partner on the job, she decides to move out of LA to have a fresh start elsewhere.
Warnings: None
Part 2, Part 3
I think I’m going to like it here. Y/N thinks to herself as she takes in the view of the city of Detroit through her windshield while making her way to work. She was glad to be in a new place where everything was different, from the cold weather to the not so friendly neighbors she had encountered this morning. In a way, it helped her cope with the loss of her longtime partner who was also her best friend. She proceeded to think about him while on her way to meet her new partner for the first time.
A few minutes later she finally arrived at the Detroit Police Department. She stood outside the doors briefly to take a deep breath, then walked in with her head up high and a smile on her face. Making her way to the captain’s office, she was greeted by a few detectives and officers who were anticipating her arrival. She was already starting to feel welcomed once she politely entered the captain’s office to introduce herself. There were two men in the office, one who was clearly the captain sitting behind the desk, and she wasn’t sure who the other one was standing on the side of him. They were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped and turned to face her once she came in.
“Good morning, Captain Nelson. My name is-”
“Detective Y/N Y/L/N! Hello and welcome, nice to finally meet you. We were just talking about you and we’re both glad that you’ve decided to join our team.” She directed her attention from the captain to the man, who stood there quietly and gave her the meanest glare she’d ever seen in her life. She quickly observes him; young, brown hair and eyes, slightly taller than her, and on his belt was a badge that said ‘Detective’ in bold letters.
“So, you must be my new partner.” She approaches the man, holding her hand out and still wearing a smile on her face. There was a moment of silence, as the man hesitantly grabbed her hand and gave it a quick shake before releasing it.
“Detective Dick Grayson. We done here? I’d like to get back to work if you don’t mind captain.” The man stepped away from Y/N and slowly made his way to the door while waiting for the captain’s approval. Her smile began to fade as she kept her eyes on the man, disliking his cold and unfriendly demeanor.
“Sure Grayson, but once Y/N is ready to join the investigation I expect you to fill her in completely. Understand?” Dick scoffed at the captain’s words and left the office promptly.
“Wow. His name suits him very well.” Y/N’s joke cracks a smile out of Captain Nelson, who gestured her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.
“Grayson’s a loner around here. Hes been trying to avoid having a partner since he transferred here a month ago from Gotham PD.”
“Gotham PD? Jesus Christ, I’d never even step foot in that city.”
“Yeah, apparently he lost his partner and decided to move on, just like you.” She leaned in to listen to the captain, fully intrigued by the newfound connection between herself and the cold stranger she’s being forced to work with.
“What happened to his partner?”
“Gassed by the joker, who knows?” They both let out a chuckle, but Y/N didn’t really find it funny. She started to feel like there may be a chance for her to get him to warm up to her.
Moments later, she had wrapped up her conversation with the captain and went to find her new desk, which is right across from her new partner. She found him focused on his computer, typing and reading the screen intently. She sat down in her chair, observing her new desk which only had a computer, a stapler, and a cup of pencils and pens on the side. She figured she would make herself at home and bring personal belongings tomorrow.
For now, she was trying to work up the nerve to speak up to her partner, who didn’t pay her any mind and continued working. She ended up observing him once more, although his attitude was ugly, he was definitely the opposite in the looks department. He was very nice to look at with his charming face, broad shoulders, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to see just how toned his arms are. She was so caught up in her observations that she didn’t realize he had stopped looking at his computer and was staring directly at her.
She panicked, not knowing how long this went on for. She tried to quickly find something to say, but he beat her to it.
“Come over here so I can fill you in.” Dick scoots over in his rolling chair, giving her enough room to bring her chair next to him in front of his desk. She quietly rolled her chair next to him while sitting in it, avoiding eye contact with him and trying to focus on the stack of open files displayed in front of them.
“I’m in the middle of investigating a string of robberies taking place in the Downtown area. So far, two banks and one jewelry store have been hit in the past three weeks. I’m working on finding a pattern with the robberies, but progress has been slow since-”
“Since you’re trying to take this on all by yourself.” Y/N looks over at Dick, who kept his eyes on her as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms. She decides that this is the perfect time to try and win him over.
“Look, I heard you lost your partner. I did too. But that doesn’t mean we should give everyone else the cold shoulder and go off on our own.” Dick uncrossed his arms and sat back up as his demeanor began to transition from standoffish to empathetic.
“I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to him, if you don’t mind me asking.” The tone of his voice was much softer than before, which made Y/N feel comfortable enough to open up to him.
“We were holding a stakeout for some big-time drug dealers in South LA, but we were compromised. We ended up in a shootout with these guys. We called for backup...but they were too late. He died a hero and I just got lucky.” She turned away from Dick in effort to hide her eyes beginning to well up with tears.
Dick started to feel guilty about the way he initially treated her. He moved his chair closer to her and laid his hand on her shoulder, making her turn back around. She took a deep breath and used her fingers to wipe her eyes. She apologized to Dick, who immediately ensured her that there was no need to apologize. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her back, rubbing it in circles in effort to make her feel better. She gave him a bittersweet smile, and he slowly removed his hand from her back.
“We’ll solve this case together Y/N, and I won’t go off on my own. I promise.”
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