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You were heading to Stark Tower to meet Tony Stark himself for a job interview, wondering why you had even considered the offer because it was Tony Stark. You then remembered how much your friend Peter had insisted you at least go to the interview so now here you were, grudgingly standing in the elevator of Stark Tower. You came to Tony's office and knocked on the door only to see Pepper answer it. "You must be _____ _______. I'll leave the three of you alone now." You raised your eyebrow skeptically as she ran off until you heard the voice of the playboy himself say, "Come on, darling. Don't tell me you're shy. Spidey would actually be wron

"(F/n), could you come down here for a minute?" Your mother called from downstairs. You sighed, shutting your laptop. You galloped down the stairs and into the kitchen. "(F/n), your auntie and uncle are hosting a garden party next weekend, and I said that we would come, whether you like it or not." She said, knowing what your response would be. "No! I don't want to wear a dress or silly shoes and I certainly don't want to see that pair!" You argued. Your mother had a look of steel on her face- she wasn't going to change her mind. "You will come, and you're expected to bring a date, so you better get cracking!". "WHAT?" >< The Next Day A

He couldn't move. He couldn't talk, he could only watch on in horror. You, on the other hand were just fine. You were walking through the woods to meet with Crowley, when you heard a snap behind you. Crowley watched as you turned around, eyes wide, as a Wendigo charged full speed toward you. You fumbled your knife, and dropped it. You quickly spun away from the creature, and dove to retrieve your weapon. You felt a hand grab your ankle, and you couldn't help but let out a scream. You reached for the blade, but the Wendigo kept pulling you away. You kicked your way out of its grasp, and crawled toward the knife. Quickly grabbing it, you cl

“Hey babe?” Sam called from the opposite side of the door. “Yeah?” (Name) responded. A frustrated moose opened the door leading into her bedroom. “I need hel- what are you doing?” He asked, raising a curious brow. (Name) paused from braiding her hair and turned to her boyfriend who was studying her apprehensively. “I’m just braiding my hair, Sam.” She replied smoothly. “Why?” He asked. A smile spread across (Name)’s lips. “I need a haircut and braiding my hair makes it shorter.” She finished her braid and tied it off with a hair-tie. “What did you n

Word Count - 995 Warnings - Mild Language "You're not going (f/n)!" Dean protested. You guys were hunting a dragon. Young women in the town you were staying in were disappearing at an alarming rate. Dean wasn't allowing you to go because he feared that the dragon would target you. "C'mon Dean! I'm a level 82 in Skyrim, I think I can handle one dragon." You teased, pulling the sleeves of your jacket. Dean being the hothead that he is, slammed his fist down onto the table. "Damn it, (f/n), you know what happened the last time." Sam entered the room once he heard all of the commotion. "What's the problem?" He asked, sitting on the chair be

Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1 You groaned as light shone through the curtains of the motel room you were currently in and pulled you out of your peaceful sleep. You rubbed your eyes and slowly opened them to look at the clock on your bedside. The green numbers of it showing that it was 11:45. You groaned more, feeling a headache come up, and buried your head in the pillow more. You wanted more than anything to sleep but you knew you had to get up. You had a long day ahead of you and should start packing your things. You had to get back to the road and head to the bunker. You had stayed long enough here and it was high t

“Ryuzaki...Ryuga...Ryuzaki...L....Um, Hideki Ryuga....Whatever the hell you call yourself? Coil? Uhh, Sherlock? His royal genius?” No response came from him as L buried his eyes into the words imprinted on the computer screen. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot. “Ryuzaki,” you said for the seemingly millionth time. “Ryuzaki. Ryuuuzaaaaaaaaakiiiiiii?” Now, you were practically singing it. Before you could even inhale to say it again, his black eyes turned to meet yours. “Why aren’t you home, [Name]?” he asked, dropping a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “You know I gave ev

Ryuzaki kept stuffing his face with cake and little cookies. He dropped 20 sugar cubes into his tea and stirred it. He refused to let it show, but he was nervous. ~ Flash Back ~ Ryuzaki was walking down the white hallways, slouching, face as neutral as ever. "I know you like (f/n)," Matsuda said to Ryuzaki . Ryuzaki turned to face the young man," I have no Idea what you are talking about. Per usual." Matsuda crossed his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed with the detective. "She probably likes you back. I could help you ask her out." Ryuzaki shook his head. "I don't like Miss (l/n) in a personal attachment. She is just here to help ou

On the days I can't see your eyes I don't even want to open mine… On the days I can't see your smile… Well, I'd rather sit and wait the while… You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t care that it was two in the morning. You didn’t care that you had had a few shots. You missed him. You needed him. Who? Mello. You knew the guy since you were a child. You competed with him to be L’s successor. You two hated each other. So, why did you suddenly want to see him after all this time? Why had you convinced yourself that you were in love with him? Even if he wanted to see you, what would you say? ‘I wa