werewolf women of the s.s

The Right Fit

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

Author’s Note: Mkay so this was requested by @goodluckcharley for 

“Hey could you right an imagine about Dean and Sam falling in love with the reader, dean loved her because she’s Badass at acoustic guitar and knows all his favourites but sam loves her because she knows everything about Greek and Latin mythology” And I got super carried away and if you wanted fluff well that’s a bummer.

Dean POV

It had all started when Sam and I walked into that bar after a long day of research on a werewolf hunt. I had thought that it was a normal bar, dirty floors, decent alcohol, and mildly pretty women. I didn’t understand why Sam was smiling to himself until around thirty minutes after we had sat down, when the bartender left to climb on stage and announce that the live music would start.

I just sunk my head lower over my bear until I heard the soft opening notes to “Travelling Riverside Blues”. My head shot up and I spun around to see the most breathtaking person on earth. Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/L Y/H/C hair, and oh, could they play that guitar. I was hooked the moment the song ended. All night Y/N kept on rolling out classic rock confidently. Took my breath away.


“Thank you for being such a wonderful audience!” I said into the microphone at the end of my performance. As the bar patrons applauded, I took a small bow and left the stage. As I put my guitar away I could feel someone staring at me, but that wasn’t unusual considering what I did, so I didn’t look back. When I had finished packing up, I slung my case over my shoulder and pushed open the back door of the bar. Breathing in the cool Kansas air I began walking down the abandoned street.

As I kept walking I felt the same sensation of being watched, except this time it was outside at night alone instead of in the noisy bar with plenty of people. I picked up my pace. As I kept moving it felt as though someone had come up right behind me. I whirled around, ready to scream, to see an empty alley. Sighing I internally told myself to calm down, just because you’re alone doesn’t make anything scary.

Shaking my head I turned back to my original route. I look up and see a man standing at the end of the alley, his head drooped. “Hello?” I called, hesitantly taking a step backwards, “Do you need help?”

The man slowly raised his head, smiling, but his teeth weren’t teeth, they looked like fangs. I screamed and started running down the abandoned lane, but I could hear his footsteps gaining on me. I closed my eyes and started to silently pray to anyone listening that they would help me, but as I did that I tripped and fell on a crack in the road. Twisting my body around I saw the man take a flying leap towards me, but another figure crashed into him, forcing him to the side.

Screaming again I scrambled up to run again, only to be caught in the arms of another person.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re okay.” The stranger said, petting my hair with one hand while his other arm stayed wrapped around my waist.

“Let me go! You’re probably working with that thing!” I yelled, flailing in the man’s arms.

“Look buddy, if we were working with it why do you think we just killed it?” The man who tackled the monster said, coming into view holding a bloody knife.

I gulped, “I-I don’t know, maybe you just like to go around stabbing people for kicks?”

He laughed, “You know, you’re pretty good at playing that guitar, and now we know that you can hold your own in a conversation, ain’t that right Sammy?” holding out his arms he nodded towards the other man, Sammy, probably just Sam.

“Yeah Dean, she can.” He said, letting me go. I catalogued this new information. Sam and Dean saved my life from that weird dude, and were apparently fans of sarcasm.

“Okay sweetheart, thanks for the songs in there, but we gotta go. Be seeing you.” He turned away while Sam patted my shoulder and offered a small smile. Oh heck no.

“Woah there. Stop the bus, I didn’t say that you could just save me and ditch me. My name’s Y/N Y/L/N, and I want to know how and why you killed that thing.

And that’s how I ended up living with the Winchesters.

Dean and I shared an instant connection through my music, but Sam wasn’t as interested. It wasn’t like he disliked my playing, he just didn’t have the same enthusiasm. I honestly didn’t know how to bond with the big sasquatch.

Walking into the library I saw Sam at the table, surrounded by books, no doubt doing research. Well today is the day, the day I crack Sam Winchester.

“Hey there Sam,” I said walking up to him and placing a cup of fresh coffee in front of him. “What are you looking at?” I didn’t even try to peer over his shoulder, he had this weird instinct to go for his gun when people did that. Once was plenty of times to have that happen.

Sam responded with a groan, “I’m trying to learn about this leviathan we ran into a couple of months ago. We killed it, saw it with my own eyes! I’ve got no clue what it did, but somehow it made another copy of itself.”

“Kind of like growing a second head?” I asked.

“Yeah I guess.” he said, turning his head to look at me. “Why?”

“Well it just sounds like a hydra to me.” I said, leaning back in my chair and taking a sip of coffee.

“You know about hydras? From the lore?”

“Well no, not exactly. I kind of have this minor obsession with greek and latin mythology, started when I read a fiction book. Stayed with me ever since.”

“You too?” he asked, eyes lighting up.

“Yeah of course! We’re like the mythology buddies!” I squealed.

Sam chuckled at my antics, “Yeah, mythology buddies.” he chewed on his lower lip, just staring at me for a while. Finally I cleared my throat.

“Well you should probably get back to that case, innocent people and the like.” I said, standing up.

“Yeah the case.” he said, clearing his throat and snapping out of his trance.

Weird I thought to myself.


It was no secret to me that Dean likes Y/N. How could he not? They’re funny, likes his music, and easy on the eyes. His perfect partner. I had thought that they were cute in that alleyway, all righteous indignation and snappy one-liners, but I knew Dean had his eye on them, so I let it go. And for the most part, it was easy. Dean spent a lot of time with them, teaching them about hunting, listening to them play, cooking with them. I actually don’t remember him ever liking a person this much in a long time.

I don’t want to be selfish, he deserves to be happy, but after today I can’t help it anymore. We finally have something in common, and if I know them they’re going to want to spend time a talk about it. With me. Probably alone.

Is it really my fault if I’m falling in love with Y/N?

Dean POV

They’re perfect. Their skill on the guitar, the sleepy laugh they have when they aren’t fully awake, all of them. I knew that night in the bar that they were special. I was instantly attracted, and the classic rock didn’t hurt.

I love them. Safe to say at this point. They live with me and my brother. They try to connect with Sammy. they care about us. They’re a ray of sunlight in my dark, miserable life.

It really isn’t my fault that I’m in love with Y/N.

The Women of Harry Potter Inspired Eye Looks (5/7): Nymphadora Tonks

“You see!“ said a strained voice. Tonks was glaring at Lupin. "She still wants to marry him, even though he’s been bitten! She doesn’t care!”
“It’s different,” said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. “Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely-”
“But I don’t care either, I don’t care!” said Tonks, seizing the front of Lupin’s robes and shaking them. “I’ve told you a million times….”

Watching Jupiter Ascending has got me wondering.

Has anyone done a big wanky armchair psychologist ‘analysis’ of the trend for werewolf boyfriends in fiction yet?

I keep thinking of this Carol Ann Duffy poem: ‘For what little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?’

It’s as if a bunch of women were told, ‘beware the big bad wolf, he’s going to eat you’ and they responded with, ‘well too bad because I want to FUCK him’.

anonymous asked:

I just checked househand or whatever the blog name is for the first time, and she's really out of here implying that we are racists for not supporting an "interracial" wlw ship in the Originals (?), women who are a witch and a werewolf.

housegand: known racist that is the author of the iconic “they’re aliens, dude” when asked about why the fuck she thinks karamel is an interracial couple, literally says she wishes james would die because he’s not important and is a raging homophobic that calls young lgbt teens looking for representation a “fetishization of wlw couples” not to mention her unfortunate post about how gay couples such as sanvers and clexa in tv shows are “sjw” and “pandering to that crowd”.

housegand: acts like she ain’t all of those things trying to call out people about shit she doesn’t care nor supports because she’s being called out for being an ugly demon

anonymous asked:


This ask was a surprise, but I am delighted to get a WoT ask! I didn’t know anyone remembered I like those books. I fear all the answers on this will be obvious…

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Technically Thom is the hunter, but werewolf Moiraine is the one who tells him what to hunt most of the time.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Five minutes after mermaid Moiraine met Thom she flipped over his boat. He pretends he’s still mad, even though he privately admits he probably deserved it. (His boat was fine, he’s fine, and he’s learned some valuable lessons about what kinds of comments to make to beautiful women you meet in the middle of the ocean).

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Moiraine is literally already a witch, that is her job, that is what she does. I’d float a role reversal AU with Thom as a magic user, but he would hate it so muuuuuuuuch, even if it was a totally separate AU and not a matter of being a male with the One Power.

Honestly though, pre-breaking Aes Sedai!Thom and Warder Moraine would be a fascinating AU. They’d both be really good at it, even if the roles might not come as naturally as the ones in canon – Thom is careful with power of any kind, but he knows how and when to use it, and Moraine would be still have a great deal of influence while also getting to indulge her longing for adventure in different ways. I don’t know though, it’s hard for me to even picture….Or instead of being a Warder, Moiraine could be the queen Thom was sent to influence and oversee – that would be a fun round of the game, even if Thom would simultaneously hate it and love it.

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Thom bought a coffee shop as a kind of quiet retirement after a life in politics, or something of that sort. Moiraine is here to challenge the “quiet” part.

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Moiraine is the cool but slightly terrifying instructor, Thom is the cranky grader beloved by students.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Also pretty much canon? Knight Thom and Princess Moiraine, despite the fact that they both know Moiraine is the more dangerous one of the two of them.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Thom doesn’t know how he acquired all these kids following him around, and teacher Moiraine isn’t helping. (Isn’t this basically canon too?)

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

They both write in different genres and used to edit each other’s work. Things have gotten improved a lot since they found different editors (though some of the fights were fun).

Also, Barbara-Ann’s Rebirth design is perfect. I’m so tired of men getting to be all beast-like while women are always “sexy animal people”. Instead, we get whats basically a female version of An American Werewolf In London. It’s not sexy, it’s painful and traumatic and horrifying, and she looks like a monster, not a woman in a loincloth and body paint.

manycoloureddays  asked:

betty x veronica

  • who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter
    Ok so the Cooper women (Hal who??) are badass hunters a la The Argents in TW, and Betty is particularly talented at tracking. At the same time she meets a mysterious and beautiful brunette girl, Veronica, who is new in town and feels an immediate connection to her. What happens when she finds out that she and her mother are both: werewolves, and on the run, from their criminal old pack who want to kill them and are headed into town?
  • who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
    As much as I would like to mix it up, there’s no way Veronica is the fisherman in this situation, so she’s definitely the mermaid obsessed with pearls, who kisses a human girl with hair like gold, to save her from drowning after she falls from her father’s fishing boat. A kiss willingly given from a mermaid was said to grant humans the power to breathe underwater.
  • who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
    Hard one. I’m gonna go with they’re both witches, because Veronica already owns a witch-cape, and Wendy Beauchamp is Betty’s mother. So Alice is a witch who has two perfect but cloistered daughters, and she warns Betty not to associate with the wealthy, mysterious new witches in town, especially not the daughter. She’s totally planning not to - until they get drawn into a mystery where they have to work together..
  • who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
    Betty’s just trying to hold down a job and pay for college at NYU, but she has to keep seeing beautiful young aspiring actress and socialite Veronica Lodge come in and flirt with her all the time, which makes it hard to concentrate, (Her two male co-worker friend mock her endlessly over it)
  • who’s the professor and who’s the TA
    Hmm i think Betty’s the TA, but of a similar age to senior undergrad Veronica in her Journalism and Ethics class. This creates quite the irony for them.
  • who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
    Ok so Veronica’s a renegade lady knight going around trying to help damsels in distress from bad dudes and the like, and hears about a princess locked in a tower. When she gets there she doesn’t reckon for how crafty and determined to save herself the princess is…
  • who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent
    Betty’s a single, happily childless even though she likes working with her students, teacher, Veronica’s a single mother after a high profile and embarrassing divorce that’s seen her come down a few social classes, and have to enrol her daughter at a cheaper school. From that first parent-teacher conference the sparks fly…
  • who’s the writer and who’s the editor
    obviously betty’s the writer, and veronica’s the editor of an intersectional feminist magazine start up. their staff is all women. and most of the office has a pool on when they’ll finally admit they have feelings for each other.

i had too much fun with this! thank you maddie you’re awesome!