Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Rating: M Words: 2K+ (this part) Summary: You and the boys are working a long-term case in Indiana that requires you go undercover. It also requires that you and Dean pretend to be married. Author’s Note: This is my first multi-chap on this blog! I’ve tried my best to write the majority of it beforehand, but please be gentle if I don’t upload super regularly. I’ll queue up what’s already written and try to get the rest of it done ASAP. Thanks for reading! (PS - title comes from the song of the same name by Green River Ordinance.)
“No.” Dean says, firm, his voice echoing loud in the library of the bunker.
“Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, or anything…” you mutter quietly, and Sam sighs.
“Can the both of you relax? This is a good plan. It’s only going to be for a week or so, anyway.”
“It’s not our kind of thing,” Dean argues, crossing his arms over his chest. “People go missing all the time.”
“Four people in the last month? All of whom went to the same church in this one small town? That’s weird, Dean.” Sam says.
Dean has that look on his face that he gets when he knows he’s wrong, but doesn’t want to admit it. You look at Sam. “So,” you start, “What does that have to do with us going undercover?”
“The parishioners of that church are mostly married couples. This isn’t the type of town where single people move to for work or something. People move here because they’re trying to start a family.”
You try not to gulp, looking back over at Dean, who is still glaring at his brother.
“How are we going to explain you being there?”
Sam grins. “I’m the super supportive younger brother helping his newlywed brother and sister-in-law move into their new home.”
“This is going to be a disaster.” You say brightly, your calm tone betraying your words. You’ve done undercover with the Winchesters before. It almost never works out as planned. Someone always slips up, or forgets they’re supposed to be someone else for longer than a day, and then you’re left scrambling not to get caught by the local PD. “When do we leave?”
I love you and I need your in depth thoughts on DJ Otabek
Joy dies on a Thursday.
Yuri yelps as he stares at the Youtube app. Bile inches up his throat. He slides his cell phone across the dining room table to Otabek, silenced mid-sentence and staring at Yuri in concern.
“Tell me it wasn’t you,” Yuri implores over the sound of his heart breaking. Words are poison in his mouth, coating his teeth. His fingers are clenched against his palms, shaking.
“I thought we’d have more time before you found out,” the traitor intones, swiping a finger across the screen. He refuses to meet Yuri’s eyes. The truth is unhidden among the apologetic syllables. “Yuri, I-”
“How did this happen?”
“A friend dared me. It was before you knew of me,” Traitor replies. He does not say ‘before we met’. Yuri is not deaf to that silent rebuke.
“Was it all a lie?” Yuri bites out. The lights seem dim. Is this what happens when the world supernovas?
“Really Yura?” Otabek asks, a corner of his lips quirking up into a smile.
“YOU REMIXED A JJ SONG AND EXPECTED A DIFFERENT REACTION!”
I can’t believe my popular (aka I put it in like everything I write) ideas of musical Otabek are true. Someone get the smelling salts.
Musical friends Otabek and Leo confirmed! (I knew it for so long. FOR SO LONG!)
Picture them venturing into record stores after practice when they skated together in California
Sharing music from their cultures and borrowing genres and songs
Pining JJ who wants Otabek to acknowledge him musically and on the ice
Half of his fans came for the music and then stayed for the skating
“Hey the hot DJ is on television!”
“Oh that outfit is tragic but look at his shoulders!”
THIS DRAMATIC ASS KNOWS HOW TO TRANSITION BETWEEN SONGS. HE KNOWS WHAT TO KEEP, HE KNOWS WHAT TO CUT, HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH WHAT HE CAN DO BEFORE THE MUSIC ENDS.
Considering the importance of balance in skating, he’s also great at keeping music level, so the output of songs in a row are never too jarring.
Refused to do any public DJ-ing until his asshole ‘mischievous’ friends could no longer find ways to make fun of him
If he sucked in public, that’s it, it’s over, those are the stories they would tell at his funeral
Imagine Yuri visiting Kazakstan and goes out partying with the Otabek friend group
Yuri has no idea what’s coming and is in a permanent state of shook via strobe lights and Otabek’s tight t-shirts
Returning to Russia: “I HIT THE JACKPOT”
Yuri is 110% convinced Otabek Altin is his reward for all the bullshit he has to put up with. He’s so cool.
Cue awkward friendship/courtship over offers to help figure out music for the next season
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader: Rating: PG (this part) Words: 3320 (this part) Summary: You and the Winchesters keep investigating why couples in a small town in Indiana are going missing, and the sexual tension between you and Dean ratchets up a notch. Author’s Note: I absolutely cannot BELIEVE the response I got to the first chapter. I am so thrilled and so grateful to all of you for your kind messages, replies, and reblogs. I hope you enjoy the next part! Also please note that I started a tag list for this story and added all of those people at the bottom. If you’re not there, please let me know and I’ll add you. Some of the tags didn’t work (not sure if that’s a privacy setting on some of your blogs, or a Tumblr error), but I’ll try my best to get it working for everyone!
One last thing - this is a sideblog - I can’t follow anyone back! My main blog is linked in my sidebar. Sometimes I like/follow/reply to people’s comments from there. Just a heads up to avoid confusion.
“So, what did you guys find out?” Sam asks, when you get back to the house.
“Nothing useful.” You say, and Dean glares at you. “What?” You turn to Sam. “It’s true. We just made small talk. The Pastor seems normal. His assistant Melissa seems a little… out there. Dean was supposed to case the place–”
“How was I going to do that with Pastor Whatshisname watching me?”
“Williams.” You say, “And you could have made an excuse. Asked where the bathroom was or something.”
“We’ll just do it on Sunday,” Dean grumbles, plopping down on the couch. “Everyone will be in Sanctuary and I can slip out for a few minutes.”
“I met a few other joggers on my run,” Sam says, cracking open a water bottle. “They didn’t know much about the disappearances. Just kept saying it was ‘such a shame’.”
You frown. “Seems like a small town like this would be more concerned if people were disappearing en masse.”
Sam nods. “That’s what I thought, too. I didn’t want to seem too suspicious though. I told them about you guys, by the way. Don’t be surprised if neighbors start showing up.”
Dean groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You echo his sentiments, not liking the thought of people coming around unannounced and uninvited. You already have no idea who or what you’re looking for, and you’ve been feeling paranoid ever since you arrived in town.
“Let’s just hang out and play it cool for a few days while we figure out what we’re dealing with. We still need to figure out the similarities between the victims.”
A/N: I laughed so hard at “salty bean” I think I may have scared my father a little bit!!!! x)&
Also, for the sake of the way I view said salty bean: I’m going to say that you’ve been together for a long time, and that it took you even longer to win him over and get him to admit that he actually has feelings, because that is a novel of events and chemistry to build up x)&
Anyways! I hope you enjoy!!
You stared at him for a long time as he ate across from you. As far as boyfriends go, Black Hat was…well he tried.
Affection wasn’t his strong suit, but you could tell he cared about you. He showed it in little ways like not hanging you over a shark tank when you slipped up or constantly threatening you with that glare of his. He even ate every meal he could with you, cold and silent though he may have been most of the time. In return you attempted to make Black Hat’s life easier. You made him food and helped clean his desk. Often times, you would have to help the sleep deprived man into his room. He appreciated you for it.
Still, after dating for a while, you were hoping to move past quick, begrudging hugs and the occasional hand to hold.
“What?” He asked, noticing your stare and pulling you from your thoughts. You shook your head to clear it, then shrugged.
“I don’t know.” You replied, going back to your food, “Just thinking I guess.”
No one else was in the mansion today. Flug and 5.0.5 left on business yesterday, and Black Hat took great joy in forcing Dementia to go along with them. He had you all to himself for the weekend….now if only he knew what to do with the time…
The two of you finished dinner and began to wash the dishes in a comfortable silence. You scraped off food and rinsed planes before Black Hat put them into the dishwasher.
“So, y/n,” Black Hat sighed looking at you, “We only have one more day until those idiots-”
“Whatever- Before they get home. What do you want to do?” He asked.
You were a bit surprised, usually Black Hat planned your activities and you just followed him or there was some kind of work to be done that he really didn’t need you for, but asked you to help anyway. The responsibility of choosing felt strange, almost unwanted. Still, you were tired, and had an idea of what you wanted to do.
“Let’s go watch a movie.” You suggested, grabbing his hand and walking into the living room. He followed, placing his free hand on his tailbone calmly. You seemed so tired, yet so enthusiastic at the same time. It amused him greatly.
You always had a way of doing that. Making him smile for reasons he didn’t entirely understand. It would have been upsetting if he didn’t love you so much.
You sat down in front of the movie shelf and began looking through them, trying to make a decision. Black Hat stood behind you, resting the other hand on his tailbone as well. He wondered as to what you would choose, you’re movie taste varied quite a bit.
“Oh! How about this one?” You asked, looking up to him with a DVD case in your hand. The cover read “The Book of Life.”
“When did we get this?” Black Hat asked, looking it over.
“I bought it a while ago.” You said, crawling with the movie to the TV where the DVD player was. Black Hat smiled a bit wider and raised an eyebrow at your refusal to simply get up and walk there.
He walked over to the couch as you handled the logistics of actually starting the movie. It took a few tries before you remembered what input to use, but soon you had the movie playing and walked back over to the couch. Black Hat patted the spot next to him and you sat down, taking hold of his hand.
“So what’s this whole thing about?” He asked, rubbing the back of your hand a bit with his thumb. For some reason he felt a need to be close to you.
“It is about love, and family, and the Day of the Dead, and following your dreams!” You smiled looking up at him with enthusiasm.
“Well…Dia de los Muertos sounds interesting…” Black Hat smiled, “Maybe the love thing doesn’t sound too bad, either.”
He leaned down and quickly kissed you on your cheek. You blushed and squeezed his hand. Your flustered reaction made him smile. He loved you, greatly, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the power he had over you because the affection was returned.
The movie went on and Black Hat actually did enjoy himself. The pin that made its wearer invincible sparked his interest, and he made a mental note for a few new products because of it.
He chucked also when the villain appeared to win because he didn’t fight fair. You looked up and him with a raised eyebrow.
“Villains don’t fight fair, my dear.” He smiled wickedly, and you turned back to the screen. Why was Black Hat always so handsome? Your blush shone in the dim light.
Eventually, his focus only half fell on the movie. The other half of his attention was on you: how you were so invested in the characters, how your eyes lit up when a scene you enjoyed came on the screen, how you hummed along to the songs quietly, how warm your hand was in his own.
At some point near the end of the film, Black Hat made the decision to pull you under his arm. You blushed, surprised by the sudden physical contact. He wasn’t much of a person to do things like this. If he hugged you it usually was because he was going away or you had done something clumsy or stupid enough to worry him.
Your body was warm against his, and he enjoyed the closeness between you two. As the film ended, you snuggled deeper into his chest.
“Tired yet?” He asked. You could hear the low rumble of his voice in his chest, and you sighed with contentment.
“Not at all.” You lied, putting one hand on his chest and another around his waist, as if to say “I am staying right here.”
Black Hat chuckled, and put his arms further around you. He really did love you.
He laid down and pulled you over with him, further wrapping you in his body. Your noses touched and you both smiled. There was so much he wanted to say and do, but the moment was too pure for even him to mess with. You snuggled into his warmth again, and he held you close, listening to the sound of your breathing.
Soon you fell asleep and Black Hat smiled into the darkness. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over the both of you, content to lay with you the entire night.
He may have been evil. He may have relished in the power he had over you. But in reality, you had so much power over him that he almost couldn’t comprehend it.
He loved you so much, and with moments like these…you just didn’t fight fair.
It is a terrible thing to want happiness but not know what to do with peace, because we were raised on war and I learnt to love you fighting. But you love gently, arms laid down, and that is not the version of you I fell in love with.
It is Christmas and, just like a year ago, Georges girlfriend, Y/N Lupin, was staying at the burrow. All the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione Remus, were sitting in the living room, eating the cookies that Molly made for them. Both George and Y/N sat outside, with lots of candy and a blanket on the grass.
‘I know it’s like a little early, since it’s Christmas evening, but I got a present for you and I want to give it now,’ said George. ‘Give it me later, look at the stars for a second, they’re beautiful, just like your brother, Ron,’ joked Y/N. Georges grinned, took her hand and looked at the stars. ‘I should’ve bought you glasses, so you could see that I am the only handsome guy in the whole wide world!’
Y/N ignored George’s comment, although she thought it was kind of funny, but she knew George good enough to know that he would keep talking about his present if she didn’t ignore him now. ‘It is the best present I could give you thought…’ George was quiet, because he thinks he sounds cuter. Y/N laid down on the blanket, and taking a chocoball. ‘I believe you, Georgie, but I’m pretty sure it can wait,’ Y/N took the back of Georges sweater, he was still sitting and Y/N wanted him next to her. ‘I’m not going to lay down, I want to give you the present!’ he said stubbornly. ‘Please?’ asked Y/N looking at George with puppy eyes.
A cold breeze passed their faces and George’s smile grew bigger at the sight of his girlfriend. ‘You know me too well,’ George was thinking of the first time she looked at him like that, it was on the train, both were in second year and Y/N didn’t have a place to sit, so she asked George and Fred if she could sit with them. That was the first time they talked to each other. And here they are 4 years later, and the facial expression still made him fall in love, over and over.
George laid down next to her, holding her in his arms. ‘I know for sure that the present doesn’t want to wait,’ George voice was getting deeper and Y/N wanted to know what the present was. ‘If it isn’t a living, or dying thing, it can wait,’ she mumbled into his chest. ‘Every human is dying a little every day, isn’t it? So, it can’t wait,’ George said.
‘Are you kidding? You are giving yourself as a Christmas present?’ she asked, trying to hold her laughter. ‘Not just me, you have me every day, I am giving you some body parts you do not have every day,’ he winked, soon realising she had closed her eye so winking is worthless. ‘Oh, I can have those every day if I want to,’ Y/N didn’t open her eyes, enjoying the sound of George’s heartbeat.
George smirked, knowing it is true. ‘But I don’t want that,’ she finished. ‘That is actually kind of rude…’ answered George. ‘But what do you do when you get a present you do not like? You still use it, because otherwise you would hurt someone that loves you enough to give you a present, and that’s mean, so…’ Y/N wanted to resist, but she knows she couldn’t, because it is George Weasley.
She opened her eyes and kissed George, mumbling ‘happy now?’. George smiled while their lipped touched. ‘Happy is a small word,’ he answered before kissing her again.
His tongue asked entrance, which she gave him. While their tongues were fighting their battles George and Y/N were fighting the battle with gravity while standing up. Walking towards the door was too hard for George, so he let his girlfriend jump in his arms.
With one hand holding her and the other trying to take his wand out of his pocket to clean up the blanket and all the candy they slowly moved closer to the backdoor.
And right when they were inside George realised he should’ve thought about this whole thing, because when they stumbled inside the living room ten faces turned around to look at the couple making out. It took both of them some seconds to realise that they were being a live show for 3 confused, and a little bit mad parents, and 7 laughing redheads.
George put Y/N down as soon as he realises this, and pulled her closer to him, putting his sweater over Y/N’s head since he knows she would find this even more embarrassing as he did. ‘That’s my daughter!’ said Remus a little in shock. ‘George!’ screamed Molly.
A soft giggling of George’s girlfriend made him smile wide. He quietly passed the whole group of people and winked at Fred before walking up the stairs, which was hard since he was sharing his sweater with Y/N. ‘Good job, George!’ yelled Fred laughing hysterically. ‘Y/N!’ screamed Remus at his daughter. ‘Fred!’ Molly’s voice was way louder than Remus’ and it made all the laughing redheads, Harry and Hermione stop laughing.
‘They are old enough, Remus,’ was the last thing they heard before running into George’s bedroom.
This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle
Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.
Note: Well, I would like to thank the anon who requested this cos I was hit with so many emotions. I really hope you guys enjoy this one. Leave a request, if you’d like a story. This is a very fluffy and sad story. Also, if you would like to leave a request please feel free by leaving your preferred gender. This was A LOT longer than I thought, well I would like to apologize for any emotions you feel in this. Sorry for posting this so late !
Request?: Yes ; Anon- (Could you do a imagine with Steve Harrington where you guys are so cute and In love and somehow you die you can come up with it thank you !)
Word Count: 2043
Summary: Y/n and Steve were long time best friends who later turned to lovers. Unfortunately their love didn’t last as long as they intended since life chose to mess with them. He had to say Goodbye to his best friend and girlfriend.
Steve Harrington was in love with one person, Y/n Y/l/n. They were an inseparable couple, that was until Y/n passed away. It hurt Steve so much. He believed that since they had closed the Upside Down that they would all be safe again. He didn’t lose Y/n to the Upside Down but he did by a stupid car accident. It’s the day before the funeral and he can’t sleep. He misses Y/n’s voice, before going to bed they would always call each other. They were best friends before they became a couple. He’s just laying in bed reminiscing on the major moments of their relationship.
First Time Meeting: Y/n was the new person in town. They had just moved to Hawkins, Indiana and they were just about done unpacking their things into their new home. While getting settled down in their new home the bell had rang. When her parents opened the door they were greeted by another family, The Harringtons. They had a son her age, Steve Harrington who was also 8 years old like herself. Her family had invited them inside to have some dinner and they accepted. Y/n and Steve sat next to each other talking while their parents did the same. Everyone clicked with one another. This was a friendship that wouldn’t end.
Steve couldn’t help but let a chuckle leave his lips. Y/n was always thinking and talking about when they first met. She was in love with that memory because it was the beginning of everything between them. It was the new beginning that eight-year-old never knew she needed. Another memory that he thought about was when he realized he had a crush on her.
Steve realizing his crush on Y/n: By this time it had been 6 years. They were now 14 years old, the age where crushes develop and breaks your heart. Every time Steve was with Y/n they would always have a fun time. They talked, watched movies, ate, and just relaxed in comfortable silence. To them those feelings they had when with each other was new, and weird. Steve realized he has been extremely happy whenever he was near her. No matter what she did he would always feel this strong bit of happiness. Being away from her made him constantly think about her. He never knew what that meant, he just assumed he always misses her. That was until Steve decided to ask his parents about what he was feeling. They told him about how they came together, they both had that feeling and they had that feelings with other people. They told him that at his age it’s a crush.
-“You like the person a little more than how you would a friend. Sometimes it goes away unless you’re in love with them. Love and Crushes are completely different. Love has a stronger meaning and a crush is something you can get over.”
-“How would I know if I have a crush on someone or if I’m in love?”
-“You’re 14 right now, when you get older you’ll just know by this tingly feeling. Trust us son. If it’s small like how you described it, it’s just a crush, but if you feel this longer than usual and you get this electric feeling it’s love.”
Steve laid down and just thought about how love and relationships are so weird. He never would’ve thought he would be in one, let alone with his best friend.
Steve smiled at his parents explanation. He always thought about their words every time he was with someone. Did this person make him feel any electricity? Did they make him happier than ever? No. He only felt that with one person, Y/n, his best friend. He started to remember when he realized that his crush was definitely love.
Steve realizing his crush on Y/n was actually love: Steve and Y/n were now 17. He always felt this pang of jealousy whenever she had a boyfriend and he knew that it was just a crush. He thought he would get over it. Steve grew up knowing the difference, but he just had this saying in the back of his head saying that he shouldn’t be in love with his best friend. They were friends and that’s all they were. He kept telling himself he’ll get over her eventually, but that never happened. They would always hang out together, even when one of them had a significant other. They headed to Y/n’s house and she began to do her homework, she had always been the person who did what they were told. I wouldn’t say she was a goody two shoes cos she did have that rebellious part of her as well. She was very much serious about school cos ever since she was young she knew what she was going to do. Steve preferred having fun because he lives in the moment. While Y/n was doing homework, Steve was busy being weird and messing around making her laugh. Everything he did she would laugh even harder. He felt this rush of emotions, he felt happy, he finally felt the electricity. While Y/n was busy laughing, he was staring at her with a look of love. He’s finally accepting that he can be in love with his best friend, he finally realizes he needs to be with her cos he’s in love with her.
This time Steve has a tear escaping his eye. He was so in love with her, he’s angry with himself that he held this feeling for so long. She always knew his feelings for her were always there. He made sure to tell her all the time when they were dating. Steve’s next memory was when he finally asked her out, not only did he ask her, but they also had their first kiss together.
Steve finally asked Y/n out and shared their first kiss together: Y/n’s parents were out of town on a business trip, so she invited her best friend over to accompany her at dinner. They were just eating food and had a nice and simple conversation. When they finished eating Steve decided that he needs to do something. They were just enjoying the presence of one another and having so much fun with one another. Steve remembered something about Y/n. She was ticklish, so while she was speaking he decided to tickle her. He lunged forward on her couch and began his tickle attack. She was a laughing and squirming mess. They were both laughing and Steve continued his actions. As soon as he got tired their laughter began to die out and now Steve was just on top of her. They stared at each other. Their gaze shifted from their eyes to their lips.
“It’s now or never Steve.” Steve leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, it was slow and soft and passionate. When Steve finally pulled away he had enough confidence.
-”Will you go on a date with me?”
This time Y/n leaned up to kiss Steve, finally releasing the love they have for each other.
At this point Steve was releasing more tears than before. This was his favorite memory, him finally getting the girl he loved oh so much. He had two key memories of their relationship left. He was hoping that he would feel better thinking about the good things in their life and quite frankly, he doesn’t know if it’s working.
Steve and Y/n’s first “I love you.”: At this point they have been together for 6 months. They were walking through the park, to head to her house, hand in hand, just talking and laughing. This was the best moment to him. He always loved their simple dates, he just needed to be with her to be happy. Hearing her speak excitedly about something that happened was his favorite thing. She was stopped from her talk when she was pulled back. Steve stopped walking. She was busy talking to notice that they had arrived to her house and she just giggled. Her parents were gone again, but she didn’t want to stay home. They were now inside her house in her room and Y/n continued her story. Steve was laughing and just enjoying her being herself. He abruptly grabbed her and she let a giggle leave her lips.
-”You okay Steve?”
Steve just stared into her eyes and finally spoke.
-”I’m so in love with you.”
She stared into Steve’s eyes and let a smile take over. She leaned forward and kissed him. When she pulled apart from the kiss she said those words back making him really happy.
-”I’m so in love with you too.”
This time Steve kissed Y/n with so much passion and love. He laid her down on her bed and continued their kiss. He was ontop of her and the kiss didn’t end there.
Steve smiled at the memory. He was crying now. He missed her more than anything. Her touch, her voice, her laugh, her kiss, her smile, her in general. He just needed her back. He’s at his final memory. Their last one.
Their final moment: They have been together for a year. Steve had been keeping something from Y/n and she wanted to know what. She has seen him speak to Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers. Y/n has always been nice to them both and she was worried to know what their big secret was. Especially after the Byers’ family lost their child, she was relieved when they found Will, but she is skeptical over their talks. They always get quiet and change the topic when she gets there and quite frankly Y/n was tired of the secrecy. She had went to his place to confront him and he wouldn’t budge for her safety. Their argument wouldn’t die down and she was just tired and hurt. She had left his house and drove wherever her car took her. Steve was angry and just wanted to tell her the truth but he wanted her to be safe. He didn’t expect to be dragged into this again. When he was with Dustin he found out about another demogorgon and he was worried. They had this big plan and were setting it up. He never expected to see his girlfriend sitting on the floor of the junkyard, crying. He decided to tell her the truth no matter what Dustin said. She gladly helped the kids and Steve and was hoping that this would make her feel better after the argument. It did. She decided to help them and after they had one last moment. Before she left to pick up her parents they had a final talk. It started with a kiss, Steve needed to know that she still loved him and the kiss would show it. It did. She pulled away and looked into Steve’s eyes.
-”We’ll talk about this tomorrow Steve. I love you so much.” Steve kissed her one more time with so much passion and pulled away.
-”I love you so much.”
He watched as she went to her car and drove off to get her parents. He just never expected that he would lose her. Steve was about ready to fall asleep when he heard the phone. It was Y/n’s parents. They told Steve what happened and Steve felt like he couldn’t breathe. She died. Steve felt like he lost everything. He never wanted to say goodbye like this. He broke down and let himself cry.
Steve remembered your last day like nothing. You were supposed to be safe, he was supposed to be safe. He was hoping that this was some sick dream and that you would walk in and kiss him, but it never happened. A month since the accident and tomorrow is the day he’ll have to say goodbye. As a teardrop left his eyes he couldn’t help but speak one last thing before waiting for sleep to take over.
“You said we would be forever. Why did you have to leave me? I never wanted to say goodbye.”
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: M (This part) Words: 5K+ (this part) Summary: Dean and Sam are running out of time to do a summoning ritual and kill whatever’s hunting you down as you’re held captive. Dean also realizes he might be running out of time to tell you how he really feels. Author’s Note: This is it! The last part! This part was what I actually had written first, as a potential one-shot that ended up inspiring all five parts. I can’t thank you all enough for your continued love and support as I’ve worked on this. Thanks so much!
When you come to, there are dark shadows moving around you, and instinctively you kick out, trying to free yourself. Your feet are tied together, and your hands are bound.
“Don’t hurt yourself.” A voice says, and you grimace, looking up at the harsh light, wiling your vision to calm down so you can see properly. You’re dizzy, and can’t piece together what happened to you. “You know,” the voice says, “we’ve never heard of the Winchesters. Hard to believe, right? A group of famous hunters show up right on our doorstep, and we never even blinked. You almost had us fooled.”
“What are you talking about?” You ask, deciding to play dumb.
“There were a group of us, in Burkitsville. Over ten years ago now. They prayed to a different sort of God than we do, sure, but the idea was the same.” The woman comes into view, her face angry. “Your husband and his good for nothing brother almost wiped that town out.”
You wrack your brains trying to remember Sam or Dean ever telling you about a case similar to this one, and you’re coming up blank. There’s so much about the brothers that you still don’t know. You only joined them a few years ago, and their backstory is so fraught with tragedy that you’ve tried not to pry.
“We’ve worked so hard to do this the right way,” the woman says, and you recognize her vaguely, having seen her with Melissa a few times. “We tried to just grow our crops and promote our tourism. But no one came, and a drought wiped out everything. What were we supposed to do? Abandon it? No.”
“So what.” You interrupt, your voice rough from lack of use. “You’re praying to some… some pagan God?”
“First of all,” she points at you. “I didn’t start this. I’m just trying to keep this place afloat. If Pastor Williams and his wife don’t want to take responsibility for this, then I will.”
“You’re sacrificing people.”
She shakes her head sadly. “Don’t think of it that way. They volunteered! It was only this month that people started to question things. Our own pastor questioned everything, just because his wife talked him out of it.” She smiles cheerily at you then, her mood changing on a dime, “But then you and your husband came to town! And you were so nice, coming to Church and being all friendly. We should have known what you were really up to.”
“Well, you didn’t.” You mutter, and then she’s right in your face, pulling your hair to yank your head backwards so you can see her eyes.
“No, we didn’t. But it doesn’t matter now. Because you and Dean are going to be the next couple to appease our Saviour.” A crazed look enters her eyes.
Hey, since your a 5SOS fan, could you maybe do a Conor imagine based on ‘Close As Strangers’? -O |PS: hope you had fun at 6Flags :)
A/n- i wrote this is like an hour haha. this was sooo fun to write
Touring wasn’t anything new to Conor. He knew how long it
takes and how difficult it can be.
But this tour. It’s the
hardest one yet.
Because this tour is the
first one he’s been on since dating you. He’s never been this sad while on
tour, and it’s only been six weeks.
“Babe,” he said, trying
to stop you. “Babe, please listen.”
“I just think
everything’s changed since you left,” you cried.
His heart stopped.
“Don’t say that,” he
closed his eyes and squeezed his phone tighter. “Please don’t say that.”
You two had been
together for 2 years. He knew he loved you. And he couldn’t lose you.
“I’m just so alone,” you
said, voice hoarse.
“I wish I could be
there, I really do.” Conor was trying so hard not to let the tears fall.
This isn’t the first
time you two had had this conversation.
Every night when you two
call each other, it’s the same conversation. But the feeling changes. Every
night you two get further and further away from each other.
You were silent on the
other end, but he could hear you crying.
“I don’t what to say,
love.” He laid down on his bed, trying to get comfortable. But nothing could comfort
him when he knew you were sad.
After a few more minutes
of silence you spoke.
“Are we worth it?” You
said, hoping he’d say no.
Conor sat up and he
bounce his leg. It was a nervous tick of his.
“What do you mean?”
You began pacing, “I
mean, are we wasting time? Is this worth it?”
“Yes! Of course it is Y/n!
I love you. Just because I haven’t physically seen you in a while doesn’t mean
I have stopped.” He began pacing as well. The thought of losing you burning in
the back of his line.
“I just,” you paused to
pull yourself together. “I just feel like we’re as close as strangers. Hell, I
think I know your brother better than you nowadays.”
“I’m not giving up on
us,” Conor whispered. He was now sitting, his back against the bathtub. If this
call ended badly, he’d need some where to throw up.
As the first tear fell
down his cheek, he thought of your face.
Of course Conor
remembers what you look like. But since he’s been on tour, he’s seen so many
faces and it gets hard to remember the most important ones.
One night, about a week
ago, Conor was scrolling through your Instagram. And when he clicked on a photo
of you and a few friends, it took him a solid 3 seconds to figure out which one
He cried himself to
sleep that night.
“I just hate only being
able to call and text you,” you sighed. “I want to hug you. And kiss you. And
just be with you.”
“I know.” Was all Conor
“Is this as good as it
He sighed, “While on
tour? Yes. But afterwards, you’ll never have to let me go again.”
You sighed again, “It’s
“It’s only 3 in the
“Not for me.”
“Oh right. Okay well,
I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you Y/n,” Conor said, hoping you would hold
on for just a little longer.
“Yeah, love you too.”
You said shortly.
Then, you hung up.
Conor just sat there.
Until it was 5 pm and he
had to go to sound check.
“Dude, what are you
doing?” Anth appeared in the bathroom doorway.
“She’s leaving me,” Conor
said, eyes focused on a random tile.
Anth froze, but then sat
next to his friend. “Are you sure?”
“No, but she’s not
happy. And I want her to be happy.”
“C’mon man, you know
she’s worth it. Don’t lose her.”
Conor chuckled, but
there was no humor.
“What the fuck am I
supposed to do that I’m not already? It’s not like I can do so much since I’m a
bloody ocean away!” Conor spat.
But Anth took it. He
knew how much Conor cared about you.
“Show her how much you
love her, don’t just tell her.”
They sat there for a few
more minutes before Anth continues, “C’mon we’re gonna to be late for sound
Everyone could tell that
Conor wasn’t in it tonight as he has been for the rest of the shows.
He wasn’t dancing, he wasn’t trying. The only
thing on his mind was you.
Not the dream that he was literally living. Not the lights
shining on him.
Nothing but you.
He couldn’t lose you.
But if you did decide to
leave him, you knew he would wait.
As you lay in your bed,
trying to sleep, the only thing on your mind was him. You didn’t want to
lose him, but you couldn’t live like this. You were alone. Everyday. You
needed him. Physically and emotionally. He’s your anchor, he keeps you
grounded. And without him, you’re literally losing your mind.
You knew he was trying, you did. But you guys were
just drifting, further and further away.
You were losing the love of your life and you didn’t know
what to say to stop it.
Conor left the stage
that night and immediately went to his dressing room. He grabbed his essentials
and threw them in a bag.
“Bro, what are you
doing?” Anth said.
“I’m going to her.”
“Now,” he zipped the
back and started for the door. “Can you have tomorrow’s show cancelled? I need
to leave right now if I want to catch a plane.”
“Sure bro, go get your
As he sat in the airport
he called you. It was 11pm in LA which meant it was 7am in London. Conor knew
you wouldn’t be up yet.
As the phone went to
voice mail he said, “I know this is hard. And I know you want to move on. And I
know I probably shouldn’t have gone on tour. And this is all a big mistake. But
I don’t care. I don’t care if we’re wasting time. I don’t care if I haven’t
seen you in a month and a half. I don’t care if we’re as close as strangers. I
don’t care about any of it. Because I won’t give up. It hurts like hell, but I
won’t do it. I won’t lose you Y/n. Please,” his voice broke. “Don’t let go of
It had been 6 weeks, and
Conor knew that everything he had changed. But tomorrow he’d be coming
back to you.
Could you do a scenario with the M and S brothers walking in on there s/o playing with themselves while saying their name? (Aka thing about them~) ;^)
Ayato: “A-Ayato…more…” You moaned softly, you had toys that you used whenever Ayato wasn’t around to pleasure you right when you wanted.
“Hm?” Ayato had heard you whimpers ad moans from afar, so he walked down the hallways and opened the door slowly, “More of what? I’m not eve-.” Ayato’s eyes widened as he saw you spread out on your bed with a toy shoved inside you. He watched you shoot up, he smiled at you frightened look.
“Well, pancake was very desperate to have me inside her.” He walked over to the bed and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
“N-No..I mean, yes but-!” You wanted to think of a way to keep Ayato from catching on, but he already knew. You were cut off when he slammed your arms above your head “A-Ayato!” You squirmed, but he just tightened his grip.
“Stay still.” He frowned and pushed his knee up to push the toy further inside you. He smiled as you began to moan and beg for him to stop, “Does it hurt…?” He laughed and pushed harder until he felt ready himself, yanking it out and beginning to take off his own pants. He nudged your legs apart with a wicked grin, “You want more? I’ll give you more.” (WHOA-)
Reiji: As a ’lady’ (That’s how Reiji always refered to you as) you were NOT supposed to touch yourself in such a place, but you couldn’t take it anymore! Reiji sexually starved you to the brink of insanity! You decided enough was enough. Being sneaky, you slipped into your room and made sure that your door was locked before slipping your hand inside your skirt and beginning to pleasure yourself. It felt wonderful being able to receive some type of pleasure for once, instead of feeling like you weren’t ever allowed to have sex or pleasure in your life ever. The closer you got the edge, the louder your voice became. “Reiji…R-Reiji!” You arched as you felt yourself about to reach sweet relief, but a voice stopped you.
“What on Earth are you doing, s/o?” Your eyes shot open to see Reiji standing at the foot of your bed with a frown. You gulped. “You know I told you to not do what you’re doing right now, don’t you?” He walked over to the side of your bed and crossed his arms with a sigh, “I guess I need to properly punish you for this. You better be ready to take full responsibility for what you’ve done.”
Laito: Laito had been away lately without a real reason, and you were getting very lonely. You and Laito were very sexually active, and not very afraid to be out there about it. Kanato, Ayato, Reiji, Shu, and Subaru had gotten their fair share of moaning and groaning waking them up in the night when you and Laito got into it. But tonight, you thought you were going to die! You couldn’t figure out why tonight of all nights you body wanted something inside of it fast. You ran up to yours and Laito’s room since the two of you shared a room. You frantically yanked open the dresser drawer and smiled, there it was. Laito always had toys handy, always. You didn’t waste anytime stripping your clothes off and beginning to push it inside you. Vibrations pulsed through your whole body, your toes curled and you grabbed the sheets. “Laito! Yeah…L-Laito..harder.” You rolled your hips as if he was there, but something stopped you.
“Oh my! You must of been so lonely.” You knew that voice, you grinned andshot up partly embarrassed,
“Laito!” You smiled as he brought you into his embrace. He had come back to you,
“I’m sorry it took so long, I had some things to handle. But I’m back now…” And you couldn’t be any happier, not just sexually happy…but just happy. (Awe!)
Kanato: Kanato never wanted to have sex, ever. EVER. It drove you up the wall and made you want to scream at him, but you knew if you did that he would kill you. So, once or twice a month you would sneak into your room and say that you felt ‘sick’ and pleasure yourself since nobody else would. I mean, Laito would but you really didn’t love Laito the way that you loved Kanato. You laid down on your bed and began to pleasure, you were too scared to keep toys around just in case someone were to come across them. “Kanato…” You groaned and twisted. You didn’t even get that far before you heard the bed creak and your eyes shot open to see Kanato sitting there, covering Teddy’s eyes. He tilted his head,
“Why are you doing that? If you needed me so badly, you should of just asked.” He sat Teddy aside and climbed on top of you. You blushed,
“Whenever we start to get…into it…you just turn me away.” You looked away, but then glanced back at him when he began to laugh.
“I only turn you away because I don’t want sex unless you want it.” He shrugged and leaned down, “know that I know you do want it, you better prepare yourself.”
Shu: Literally whenever you wanted to shave sex you just rode him. There wasn’t a time he didn’t hear you.
Subaru: You and Subaru were very shy about your sex life, so when he found you screaming his name with something shoved inside of you..he was shocked. He did give you what you wanted though. all night long.
I’ll do the M brother later! I’m out of ideas for them right now.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: PG (this part) Words: 3K (this part) Summary: You and Sam visit Pastor Williams’ wife to see if she knows more than she’s letting on, and listen to a shocking new piece of evidence that could lead you to figuring out what happened to the missing couples. Dean has a revelation. Author’s Note: Here’s the next part! There’s two POV switches in this chapter, but I marked them pretty clearly. Only 2 more chapters to go!
The Pastor’s home is a quaint house not far from the one you’re renting, white picket fence out front giving off the perfect air of small town life. You approach cautiously, feeling that same prickly feeling on the back of your neck that just won’t go away.
Sam is behind you, and you look back at him, seeing him looking around warily. He feels it too, you think, and you double check that you’ve got your gun tucked into the waistband of your jeans and your knife tucked into your boot.
“You wanna go over this again?” Sam asks you, and you shake your head.
“No, I’ve got it. New in town, the Pastor said you weren’t well, wanted to introduce ourselves, here’s a pie, yada yada.”
Sam nods. “When she asks about why we moved?”
“Dean and I are newly married and wanted a fresh start.” You repeat, feeling like a robot. You’ve gone over this a hundred times.
As you were talking on the walk over, Sam has been more and more convinced that the key to figuring out what’s going on is behind the front door of the Pastor’s home. You were a little freaked, too. Not just because of the feelings you’ve been having that are making you increasingly more paranoid, but because you can’t shake how weird it was when Pastor Williams told you and Dean about his sick wife.
He didn’t say anything about what was wrong, and no one else seemed to mention her. When you asked a neighbor about her, the woman straight up turned pale. It’s weird, especially for a small town that seems to treat each other like family.
You nod at Sam, and he knocks gently on the door. If the woman really is sick, you don’t want to startle her. There’s still a chance that whatever’s going on in this place has nothing to do with her, and you don’t want to rub her the wrong way if that ends up being the case.
The door creaks open, and you plaster a smile on your face. “Hi, Mrs. Williams?”
She looks suspicious. “Do I know you?”
“Sorry,” Sam interjects, “I’m Sam and this is my sister-in-law. We’re new in town and just wanted to drop by and say hello. We heard you haven’t been feeling well.”
Her eyes dart around like she’s looking for someone, but she looks back at you quickly, mustering a small smile. “Please, come in.”