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There Are Worse Things

Pairings/ Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: The Reader and Dean’s relationship…or lack thereof

Prompts: #laurahits1k, There are Worse Things I Could Do from the movie Grease

Word count: 882

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, heartache, fear, abandonment

A/N: @just-another-busy-fangirl@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, my beta

*Bold & in Italics are song lyrics*

*GIFs are not mine*


There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.

“Sam. Dean. Hurry up and find the bones. I think I saw five-oh patrolling the lot.”

“Well princess, if you got your ass down here and help us dig, maybe we’d be done already…” Dean huffs in a frustrated voice while Sam chuckles at your “arguement.” Sam knows you both have feelings for each other but are too stubborn and pig-headed to actually do anything about it.  So these little “arguments” will continue until one of you eventually snaps and reveals your feelings or runs away.

Originally posted by canonspngifs


Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.


“Y/N? Why are you dressed like…well….that?” Dean asks in a worried tone.

She was wearing a red and black pinstriped corset that showed way too much bust (in Dean’s opinion anyway), a black pleated skater mini skirt that showed off her muscular legs beautifully, and calf-length faux leather 4-inch stiletto heels.

“Like what?” she asks with a raised brow and angrily pursed lips

“Nevermind. I’m just gonna stay here and do some research.  You and Sammy have fun.” Dean mumbles while nervously running his hands across the back of his neck repeatedly.


I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.


“Y/N, please don’t do anything rash like take that douchebag back to the motel.” Dean pleads with you nervously with a hint of disgust.

“Dean, relax. I can handle myself. Besides, I never said I was going to bring him back with me tonight…:” Y/N whispers into his ear before sauntering over to the mark.


I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won’t come true.


Y/N was sitting alone, curled in on herself under the covers of her motel bed while trying to shut out the sounds of sex filling the room through the thin walls.

Tears run silently down her face as she hears the woman screaming out for Dean and she could barely hear his moans and groans. Her heart aches at the feeling that he will never be with someone like her. Besides, why would Dean Winchester ever love her when he can have any woman he likes? There must be something wrong with her for Dean to ignore the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve. Hell, even Castiel knows that she loves Dean and he’s oblivious to most common things like flirting or good natured bantering back and forth that has been the staple of Y/N and Dean’s “relationship.”


I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I don’t steal and I don’t lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That’s the worst thing I could do.


“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch him go on with these bar flies. Every new conquest steals a little more of my soul and the love I feel for him turns to pain. I’m tired of being alone and in pain. I think that after this hunt, I’m going to pack up and leave. I’ll just disappear and Dean will forget about me easily enough. It really is better this way.” Y/N mutters to herself as she drowns her sorrows and tears into the bottle of Jack she got from the corner market earlier.

Y/N packs the rest of her belongings away and hitches a ride heading out of town. As the tears fall silently down her cheeks, she prays that Dean can find the happiness he deserves even though it will never be with her. Maybe in the years to come, she can forget about the broken heart she got from loving the emerald-eyed hunter but for now, she resigns herself to the constant ache of unrequited love settles into every fiber of her being.

*Dean’s Pov*

“I wonder what I did wrong, Sammy? Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She barely looks at me and I think I did something stupid to drive her away. I know she’s in the life and it’s dangerous for her just knowing me but I can’t help myself and the way I feel about her. I want to, no I need to have her by my side. When she’s not near me, I panic. Of course I do something stupid but she always forgives me. I think that this time is different though… This time I know that there are worse things than having her die in my arms.” Like having her leave me for good.

Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn

Punk rock Molrene is life, guys.

Molly Hooper in thigh-high tights with cat designs on them. Molly Hooper with artsy tank tops with anatomical designs all over them. Molly Hooper with dark skirts and bright patterned pants and way too many accessories. Molly with victory curls and tattoos of sirens and ships and pirates and black flags with red skulls, who inspires her best friend from childhood to love pirates as well. Who introduces The Woman and Sherlock Holmes and rolls her eyes when they try to outdo each other for her attention.

Irene with bright red lipstick and faux leather jackets and high heels and tight pants. Irene Adler with a pierced eyebrow and a pierced tongue and a glint in her eyes that says she’s got more power in her pinky than most men will ever see in their lives. Irene with a white tank top and dark fingerless gloves and a cigarette in her mouth. Irene standing in front of the mirror and putting on her war paint as Molly places distracting kisses against her neck. Irene Adler clacking her blood red nails against her vanity as she considers which disguise she’s going to wear today.

Molly Hooper and Irene Adler going out and making heads turn. Molly Hooper and Irene Adler being kick ass together. Molly Hooper and Irene Adler playing Moriarty for all the money his empire is worth. Molly Hooper and Irene Adler making sure these two big baby men don’t destroy each other in their big temper tantrums.

Molly Hooper and Irene Adler running off to explore the world and leaving behind the dirty rotten criminal world and starting up their own consulting business. They solve crimes and run official autopsies and are a thousand times more efficient because they don’t get a thrill from it—it’s a job and one they do well.  They pump money from cases into women’s homes and so they have a network of women all willing to help with any cases. In return they help provide evidence and support and protection.

They dye each other’s hair and do each other’s make up and sometimes, when Molly is tired of men feeling like Irene can be summed up entirely by her job, Molly will lace their hands together and wrap her arm around her waist and pull her close and kiss her gentle and slow and sweet and Molly finished it up by making rude gestures to the gawking men. They talk about bones and muscle and blood and poison and scar tissue and weapon patterns and bruising and people give them strange looks but Irene is fascinated.

And when Irene has a bad day at work and she is teary eyed and exhausted and can’t stand the thought of being around people, Molly is fine with staying in and curling up with hot cocoa and warm blankets and a friendly cat and watching reruns of IT crowd and Peaky Blinders and Doctor Who and letting tv numb their minds until they fall asleep with their limbs tangled together and Irene’s head in the crook of Molly’s neck and their hair a mess when they wake up and stumble into bed.

AH. I just need an infinite amount more Molrene, ok? OK? BLURGH!

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「fem!strife cosplay」
『what I am wearing』

red shirt
black waistcoat
black tie

black skater skirt
black tights

black faux leather heeled ankle boots

my brothers sunglasses that I ‘borrowed’

the make up is pretty basic, just red eyeshadow and black eyeliner, and my regular mascara

this was my favourite, I feel super cool in this one (bonus photo of me being a dorkus maximus and laughing)

this is like parvill week or something I don’t know

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