For the record, Reggie Mantle had broken up with me 2 months ago, but for him it’s only been a month. For the first month after the break up he constantly called me and provoked me. He wanted me back, he didn’t want to believe that we were over. But we were and there was nothing he could do. People drift apart but when it’s only one of you that feels it, your heart breaks for the other person. That’s how I felt about Reggie.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Mary Winchester,Balthazar, Michael, Gabriel Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,104 Warnings: Language, casual drug use, angst, someone gets stabbed. Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.Miss the beginning?
With the tension thick in the air, everyone took their seats at the table quickly. Dean sat in John’s chair and started the meeting in the same manner as his father; skull ring tapping on the table.
There was no point in beating around the bush. “Dad’s been put into a medically-induced coma,” Dean admitted, his voice weary from keeping his emotions under control. There were murmurs of confusion, so you elaborated further.
“With the bullet’s location, placing him in the coma was the only choice they had. It sounds like a death sentence, but believe me when I say that it’s John’s only chance of survival,” you added quickly, hoping to keep the gang from getting riled up.
Several men turned and glared at you darkly. “Where were you when he got shot?” demanded Balthazar, his accented-voice dangerously low.
At this point in the season, they are tie-dyed with bruises.
Kent strips quickly, looking up to make sure the locker room door is closed while Moose and Philly do the post-game interview. Nobody needs to see Swoops’s dick gif-ed, making its way from Twitter to the entire Internet.
He hisses between his teeth as he pulls off his pads. There’s a new red patch at the bottom of his ribs that will be blue-purple in a few days, a yellowing stripe across his thigh. He flexes his knee, standing on one leg like a flamingo. His knee creaks.
How long, he thinks. How long? He wants it to be forever. He knows it can’t be.
He towels off his hair and dresses.
Swoops is already wearing boxers–they’re black, with red lip-prints all over them–and doing something serious with a tub of hair gel that has him biting his lip in concentration.
Kent reaches up to mess Swoops’s hair, like the asshole he is. Swoops knocks his hand away. “Naw, baby,” he says, and smirks at Kent with one side of his mouth. His hair gel smells like flowers.
Dib mentioned in a comic that he had finally won a battle from Zim for the first time. It made me curious about what their stance would actually be. So, because I have no life, I did some research to determine who ‘’won’’ in every Invader Zim episode, excluding the ones where they have next to no conflict (The frycook that came from all that space, invasion of the idiot dog brain etc). Let the battle begin!
The nightmare begins: Zim escapes Dib and wins. Zim 1, Dib 0.
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Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Crowley. Mentioned: Ash, Bobby Singer, Garth Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1,596 Warnings: Language, angst Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.Miss the beginning?Italics are flashbacks.
It was during a meeting the next day, one that Y/N was sitting in on, that an unexpected visitor dropped by.
He waltzed in without even knocking. “Hello, boys,” he rasped, cigarette-tainted voice gruff cutting through the smoke-filled room like a knife.
John stood tall, anger coursing through him. “Crowley,” he greeted the new arrival with a firm handshake. “We weren’t expecting you.”
The shorter man shrugged and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his black jacket. “Heard what happened to Sam,” he stated simply, eyes scanning the room until they landed on the youngest Winchester. “How you doin’, Moose?”
Sam bristled at the nickname no one had been able to convince Crowley to stop using. “Right as rain,” Sam ground out.
“Glad to hear it,” he lied as he started walking deeper into the room.
“What do you want, Crowley?” John demanded. He was still pissed at his sons for going behind his back, but the fact was that one of Crowley’s men shot his son.
“What?” Crowley feigned offense. “Can’t I drop in on my old friend?”
Anon Requested- hi! i’m not sure if requests are open, but if so, can you do this? sam and dean find the reader - who’s young, like around 14ish - on a hunt and she’s totally cool about killing things that go bump in the night since they killed her family, so the boys just kind of ‘adopt’ her as their little sister? just some big brother fluff and some stupid humor is all i’m looking for. thank you!
Warnings- mentions of death, swearing.
A/N- This was a really nice request to write, no angst, nobody dying, just big brother fluff.
You were sat on a hard, plastic chair waiting to be questioned. The room was chilly and silent, the only noise was the ticking of the clock placed on the blue wall. Sighing you placed your head in your hands, how could this have happened?
Your mother was a hunter, not the one that hunted animals, no she hunted the supernatural. She only did salt and burns, or the occasional witch now and again, but when you were born she stopped hunting anything that could harm you.