Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader
Length: 1469+ words
TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse
A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it!
11. “He must pay well.”
A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.
“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.
When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.
“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.
“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.
“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.
“What do you-”
“The demon you brought here.”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”
Prompt: “George Weasley x Reader based on “the only man who deserves you is the one who thinks he doesnt” ?”
Requested: By anon
Word count: 3,000
(A/N): Okay, so I really liked this prompt you guys! I don’t think it was meant to be used like I did, but hey! Hope you enjoy!
Love is hard. Love is complicated. Love is commitment. How many people actually are willing to continue in a relationship when ‘falling in love’ is over? How many people actually want to make the commitment of loving once the chemicals your brain made stop. Falling in love always ends. Loving doesn’t as long as two sides are trying. That is where it often goes wrong.
Many people still think the feeling of falling in love will last forever, they think that the blushing, stuttering and awkward butterfly’s stays. Forever. A lot of relationships end because they aren’t ready for love. They aren’t ready to work to love each other. At that moment, when your partner leaves you because that feeling is gone while you were ready to fight, when you hit that point with the wrong person, your life seems to collide.
It feels like you can’t fall any lower, like you will never feel love again. Like you’ll never feel again. Of course, that isn’t true because the heart is strong. The heart can heal itself, even though time may not always help. Sometimes you need a person, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on. There are stories of people who died because of heartache. Almost similar to elephants. Elephants can die from a broken heart, and when you realize that animals can, while humans can’t, at least not really, then you realize that love is an illusion. Then you realize that the feeling you thought you felt wasn’t love, that was just puppy love. That was the fun part. The part with butterfly’s, small kisses and wanting to spent every second with each other.
Real love, the one that takes commitment and will, is far from that beautiful. When you love someone, you’ll need alone time, you’ll have fights. You will be scared when the butterfly’s are slowly being replaced with a steady, comfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach. It feels kind of like an extra organ, a part of you. Even when your partner isn’t there with you, the feeling stays. It feels like a part of your partner, a part that can be comforting but also painful.
it will turn painful when your partner is away for a long time. It will be painful when you realize that the one that gives you that feeling, doesn’t feel the same about you. But what hurts most of all, is seeing the one you truly love falling in love with someone else. It hurt because you don’t want to ruin their relationship. You don’t want to do that because you know how comfortable that feeling can be. You know how much pain it can cause and you want to protect them from feeling like that because you know it will hurt you to see them just as broken as you feel. That’s the ugly part of love.
George Weasley understood that. He was young, and most people didn’t think such young people would be capable of feeling real love, but he did. George Weasley knew he was lost once he got to know Y/n. It started out as just friendship, then he developed a crush. He was shy, he didn’t dare to tell her how he felt. Maybe he would have been less hurt if he had just told her how he felt. Maybe, if he had told her the feeling of falling in love would end. Maybe if he had told her, he wouldn’t feel so broken.
But then again, he couldn’t help it. Who wouldn’t fall for her. She was beautiful, that was something only a blind man couldn’t see. What only a select group of friends knew, was her shining personality. She wasn’t a living ray of sunshine, she wasn’t always and sweet. She had her bad days, bad weeks. But every time she smiled, all the pain in the world seemed to be just a little bit less. When she smiled, laughed or even looked at him, he thought all the pain he was going through, was totally worth it. he knew he would do it again if he had the choice. Without blinking.
George learnt that heartbreak was something friends and family could put him through, too. After the battle of Hogwarts, he had lost his brother. And in some ways, he had lost Y/n, too. He shut himself out, Y/n tried to talk to him, but it didn’t go well. He remembered he straight up ignored her, he remembered she had come every day for weeks, each day bringing fresh, self made food. She had lost her brother in the battle, too, but kept coming to him, she kept comforting him, trying to get a word, or even a sound from him. It was pointless.
After a month, she stopped. She started coming only once a week, she stopped trying to talk to her. And as if it was yesterday, he remembered her last words to him.
“I’m sorry to bother you with my love. I fought for us while there wasn’t even an us. Now, I’m done. I’m sorry for everything, George. I’m just tired. I don’t want to be the only one fighting. I love you.”
He remembered how soft and broken her voice had sounded. He had always thought she had been in love with someone else. He thought she was the blind one. Guess he was the one who couldn’t see. After that, George slowly tried to get his life back on track. He wanted to open the Joke shop again, but not just now. He knew he would collide again when he stepped inside without Fred. Only thinking about his brother hurt.
Slowly but surely, as time passed, George got better. He learned how to smile again, he learned how to laugh and joke again. He learned how he could gain happiness by himself again. He never forgot about Y/n, though. He had often started writing a letter, but he never wrote more then ‘Dearest Y/n,’. He despited himself for that. He wanted to talk to her, tell her he was sorry. He wanted to tell her he loved her too. But he couldn’t. She had probably moved on, it had been a year, after all.
But he was wrong. Y/n loved George just as much as George loved her. The feeling in her stomach never faded. She remembered the pain she felt when she finally left him. They never had been together, but it felt like it. But George didn’t know Molly had been sending owls to Y/n. She knew how George was doing. That both hurt her, but it gave her a happy feeling, too. He was getting better.
Y/n knew George had been to the joke shop three times, and each time he came back with puffy, red eyes. Y/n wanted to talk to him again, she really did. Even though he had broke her heart, even though he had ignored her feelings for more then a month. After hesitating, Y/n finally searched contact again. Not in a letter, no. She went to the joke shop. She waited. She knew he would come, Molly wouldn’t lie to her.
When the sky started to turn grey, and a small drop landed on her nose, she stayed. And that was good. George came, many people were already leaving the small village. He walked slowly, head down. But he looked happier. At least, since last time she saw him. When he looked up, she felt a smile tug on the corners of her mouth, she saw how his brows knitted together in confusion. She noticed the small lines next to his eyes and on his forehead. They were from laughter and pain. It was strange to see marks of long-lasting pain on the face of someone who used to be smiling all the time.
George soon stood next to her, on the first step to the shop. He reached his hand out, wanting to touch her arm. But he didn’t. He couldn’t believe she was real. He couldn’t believe he saw her again.
“Hello, George.” She said. George was not a broken man, but at this point he felt himself snap. A string of his being, the string that stopped love from coming in, snapped. The walls around his heart and eyes broke down. He smiled. His smiles still were rare. Tears formed in his eyes. Then, he hugged her. He hugged her as if it was the only thing he could do. And that was true. He could only wrap her arms around her, tears leaving his eyes. they both weren’t bothered by the rain, which was falling softly on them.
“Y/n.” He said into her neck. She had never been hugged this tightly. “I am so sorry.” He breathed out.
“George.” She breathed out, struggling to keep her eyes dry. She hugged him back, at least just as tight. The feeling in both their stomachs was back, and it was stronger, because even after all this time, they still loved each other, they were still willing to commit to the other.
That day, they didn’t make it into the shop. Y/n went home with George, Molly was more then happy to see Y/n. Y/n went with George, who refused to leave her, who refused to let her out of his sight. In bed, he held her tight, he held her tighter then you could imagine. He pulled her close, fingers dancing over her skin while she enjoyed being with him. Their bond may be hurt, but not broken. It felt impossible. They listened to each others heartbeats, to the other breathing. They both were afraid to fall asleep, afraid that this was a dream and the morning would take it all away. But it wasn’t. This was real.
When they finally had fallen asleep, the morning was near. But Molly let them sleep. She understood the pain they both had felt. She truly cared. When Y/n’s heavy eyes opened, she smiled when she remembered where she was. She didn’t move, she stayed put, hugging George’s waist. She couldn’t imagine a better place to be. Her fingers traced over his skin, over his arms and back. She didn’t want to wake him, but she had.
“Good morning.” He said, smiling, eyes full of sleep.
“I’m sorry if I woke you.” She whispered.
“I woke up in a dream.” He whispered back. Y/n smiled, fingers starting to trace figures on his back again.
They forgot about time, they forgot about getting up. They wished they could stay like this forever. They didn’t talk, and it was as if last night started again. The room was bathed in yellow light, the covers grew too hot. Then, their stomach craved for food. Eventually, they got up. George still didn’t want to let Y/n go. So, he took her hand, refusing to let go. Y/n felt safe. She felt safe and loved and beautiful. And that only because of George.
The days passed, Y/n stayed in the Burrow. She understood why George still lived with his mother and father, and she didn’t mind. Molly kept telling her George hasn’t smiled this much since forever. Y/n felt better, too. Maybe she was falling back in love, or maybe there just were a few lost butterflies still in her stomach. She knew she wanted to stay with George. He was her forever. She wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted. They hadn’t told that they loved each other, they hadn’t kissed. But at this moment, that was enough.
George wanted to go back to the joke shop, he felt as if he could do it now. He didn’t want Y/n to be with him, and he snook out. But Y/n was far from stupid, she picked his plan up and followed him. From the shadows, Y/n saw George, watching the door. For one short moment, it looked like he’d open the door and walk in. Then, that moment passed and Georg let his head hang. Y/n’s heart seemed to break. She couldn’t reach him fast enough, she couldn’t push through the crowd fast enough. She almost fell, but she made it.
Y/n’s hand wrapped around George’s hand, she squeezed his hand and he rested his head on her shoulder. He didn’t cry, not really. Tears did leave his eyes, but he soon stopped.
“I don’t know If I can do this, Y/n.” He whispered.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to.” She cooed, running her hand through his hair. “Let’s go back, okay? We can visit Ron, or Ginny! They don’t live that far away. I’ve been dying to see Ginny.” She smiled and softly pushed his head up.
“No. It’s not that. Not anymore. If I open the door, if I start it again, then I will realize he is gone. Then I will have nothing left.”
“George, look at me. I will always be there for you. I won’t leave you. I won’t stop fighting. Not this time. You can’t lose me, not even if you tried.”
“I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve your care, I don’t deserve a happy life. I am starting to be happy again, but I couldn’t save him, so how could I safe you?”
Y/n smiled. “George. I don’t need saving. I’m a grown woman. You don’t need saving, you need help. A shoulder for when your sad, a hand when you feel lost. Neither of us need saving. We have proven to ourselves that we are strong enough to fight for ourself. You don’t see it yet, but you are strong. And you deserve everything in the world.”
Y/n leaned in, her lips only softly brushing against him. “I love you. And you can try tell me that you don’t deserve me, you can try and run away, but I’ll always find you. Because I will always love.”
George didn’t say anything. What could he say? ‘I love you too’, that would just be weak compared to what Y/n just had said. He chose for action. His arms wrapped around her body, he pulled her closer in a kiss. Y/n froze, but soon melted into the kiss. This is what she had wanted for a really long time. Her hands rested still on his face, she let her hands travel through his hair. And maybe, the few butterflies that had survived all the pain, came back to life. Maybe everything would be fine as long as they had each other.
Okay guys, I don’t say this often but I really like this one!
fuck google honestly,,,, you type in “_____ reference” for literally any body part to draw and it pulls up 5000 photos of the same boring mayonnaise models with the same body types with the same eye shape and color pulling the same poses where is the D I V E R S I T Y
You guys had to know this was coming. With the latest Stevenbomb leaking (or prematurely detonating), we got a dump of new information. We finally met Blue Diamond, saw a ton of gems from Earth (both walking around and bubbled), and got some hints as to what Pink Diamond was like.
To the point where I think we heard her speaking.
And from all this information, I’ve gleaned this theory:
Pink Diamond was, either directly or unintentionally, behind the Rebellion, and Yellow Diamond blames herself for that.
word count: 2423 (excuse any errors, i didn’t edit it jfksd)
thunderstorms. in need of someone.
a/n: this is one of the more recent requests i got, and idk i just kind of wanted to write it out :) i had a sudden surge of motivation but still @ the anon who requested this im really sorry for the shortness ;;;
This fucking storm’s been going on for way too long now.
You sighed, aggravated, wincing each and every single time a peal of lightning flashed against the silvers of your rattling windows and the gleams of white reflected on the curtains. The room was cold – much too cold. The peaks of blankets wrapped around you provided none of the warmth you needed, the yellow lights too dark, the hum of the city outside too dim, the quietness of your entire apartment much too suffocating as it slowly worked its way through to the center of the living room where you were currently situated in.
Featuring the lesser seen right eyebrow lift! LOL I know it’s a fairly simple painting, but I love how it turned out, maybe because I love weird lighting. How pink his lips are, the light hitting his eyes and hair, I’m just very happy with this. ^_^
S,M, and T boys playing with their 2 year old daughters?
Ayato: He was playing hide-and-seek with your two year old.
“Warmer!” He called, he was hiding behind the curtain. You giggled a bit, watching your two year old boy walk around and try to figure where his Father had gone. The small boy waddled up to the curtains and smiled. Ayato pulled back the curtains, “You found me!” He bent down and picked your son up, your son laughed and clapped, he was always happy when he played with Ayato.
Reiji: “Simon says, touch your nose.” Reiji leant down and squinted at his daughter who tilted her head.
“S-Si..?” she shook her head, she didn’t know a ‘Simon’. You snorted at your husbands failed attempt to educate his daughter. He glared at you and then turned his attention back to his small daughter who sat in the floor, still looking up at her Father.
“Okay, Daddy says, touch your nose.” He held his breath. Your daughter lifted her hand up and covered her nose, Reiji smiled a little, you thought it was adorable.
“Victory.” You muttered under your breath, Reiji nodded.
“Sweet victory.” He replied.
Kanato: Kanato laid in the floor on a huge piece of paper while his daughter crawled around him with a crayon and traced the outline of his body. You walked in on this and you were very confused until Kanato stood up and taped his outline to the wall.
“See? Now we can mark how far away you are from being as tall as Daddy.” Kanato just had his daughter make a homemade measurement chart. How cute!
“Why didn’t you just buy one?” You asked, just curious of why he actually did let her make one.
“Well…I just feel like the measurements won’t be accurate unless we draw them out.” He huffed, he didn’t want to admit her thought it was cute and he liked it.
Laito: “Green light!” Your two year old son went flying down the hallway giggling. Laito said he wanted to teach your son, ‘self-control’ but in a fun way.
“This is an interesting method.” You laughed as you watched your son run around.
“Red light!” Your son stopped and looked at Laito who chuckled a litte, your two year old began to giggle too.
“Yellow light.” You whispered. Your son tip toed to Laito, who hugged him and winked at you.
“I like this method, it’s not so hard being a Dad.” He smiled.
Shu: Shu and his daughter slept. That was playing for them, they played in their dreams.
Subaru: “She drew a spider.” Subaru was almost in tears as he looked at the poorly drawn spider with a smiley face on it, “The itsy-bitsy spider.” He picked his daughter up and kissed her cheek, “This is staying on the wall forever.” He was so proud.
I didn’t do the M or T yet because I need to think about those first, I’ll do them soon!