Together (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Together (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: Hi there! Love your stuff btw. Um i was wondering if you could do a fic when the reader is just having another terrible episode of depression? Usually she can handle it by having a moment to herself or simply resting but this time its too much for her and she’s loosing control? It can be Sebastian Michaelis, Dean, Gabriel, Undertaker, or whoever you feel is worthy. Im sorry if it sounds off, cause im kinda dealing with it rn. Um aha, anyways love your writing and thank you 🙂

 Words: 1378

Characters/Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam

Warnings: Depression, meltdown, self-hate

A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to get this one out! I’ve, ironically, have been going through my own shit, similar to this story. That and work and school are crazy. But also know that none of you are alone. If anyone you need to talk to someone there is always someone willing to listen, whether it’s your parents or friends or even a school counselor. Shit, you can even talk to me. You are never alone.

Another long and tiring hunt has come and gone. (Y/N) woke with a start, ready for a fight, as a warm hand shook her shoulder.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Dean said, gripping onto her shoulder. Her (e/c) eyes locked with his and she instantly relaxed.

“Dean.” She grabbed onto his arm to ground herself. After this hunt, she had been feeling more off than usual.

While the monster is now dead, so are many innocents. And she felt it was her fault. One stupid decision had an entire family murdered by that pair of Crocotta. The beasts had mimicked Dean’s and Sam’s voices and stupidly lured her away from the family she was supposed to be protecting.

“Come on, we’re home.” Dean helped her out of the car, seeing as her leg had been banged up pretty badly. He slipped a hand around her waist as her hand wound around his neck. Sam grabbed all the bags and followed the two into the bunker.

“Can you just help me to my room? I want to continue my nap.” (Y/N) wasn’t really tired. But it was easier to act like she was than explain why she was in such an off mood.

“Sure thing.” Dean turned to Sam, “I’ll take her bag.”

Sam handed it off along with Dean’s and made his way down the hallway to his own room.

Dean and (Y/N) made their way towards her room in silence. He knew she was acting odd but he just pegged it to the unfortunate outcome of this hunt. Hell, even he wasn’t feeling himself. He knew she would just sleep it off and move on, just as she always does.

He helped her into her room and left her with a small smile. She returned it as best she could but it fell flat.

After he left, her smile fell and she looked down at her hands, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes stung and her throat tightened.

What was the point of this anymore? Everything she does, everybody she tries to save, they all end up dead and she’s the one needing to be saved by Sam or Dean. Shit, even Cas.

She was just a burden on everyone. She wasn’t the fastest or the strongest, her aim wasn’t even close to being on par with Dean’s or Sam’s. Why does she even try?

Her eyes finally flooded with tears and they flowed in small rivulets down her flushed cheeks. Her body felt as it were on fire and her stomach flipped in her body. Knowing Dean’s room was just a few doors down, she bit her lip hard to keep her sobs in.

The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. Her arms twitched in pain when she dug her nails into her skin. (Y/N)’s body shook and convulsed with repressed sobs.

Managing to detach her nails from her arms, she dragged herself under her blankets and hugged her pillow to her chest, biting down into the fabric.

What’s the point of trying? It would be best if she wasn’t even here. Best for the Winchesters, for Castiel, and the people she caused the deaths of. She was going to die one day anyway. What’s the difference if it were today and not later?

She could hold back the sobs anymore and she let out a muffled scream into her pillow.

Just at that moment, the door cracked open.

“Hey, (Y/N), I know you’re trying to sleep but we got fo-” Dean cut himself off as he hurt your yell of anguish. “(Y/N)?”

She huddled tighter in her blankets, now red-hot embarrassment filled her alongside with the self-hatred. How unsightly, to be caught during a meltdown.

Dean walked up to her bed and sat down next to her, her back was to him and she was fully covered so he made to pull the blanket off but stopped at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you guys keep me around, Dean? I’m useless, a burden. There’s nothing I can offer you.” He could barely hear her through the pillow and blanket but he could easily hear the defeated tone.

“Sweetheart…” He honestly didn’t know what to say to that. He knew she had some issues with herself, but he didn’t know it was this bad. He pulled himself onto the bed and brought the blanket down to reveal the broken girl.

He gently grabbed her arm and lifted her up so he could hold her to himself. She clutched his shirt in her hands and she sobbed.

“I-I don’t know how to help you, (Y/N), tell me how to help you,” Dean begged. He couldn’t bear to see her like this. She had always been the one to help him and Sam when they were feeling low, so seeing her like this was heartbreaking.

“I don’t deserve to be helped…” She whimpered, shaking her head into his shoulder.

“Bullshit.” His tone was borderline harsh as he pushed her away so he could look at her face. “(Y/N), you are so important to m- us. You’re always there to pick Sammy and me up; you keep us in line when we need to be straightened out.”

She was about to deny him but the look on his face told her to shut up and listen.

“What happened yesterday couldn’t have been stopped. I know we wish we could save everyone, but sometimes we can’t. It’s not your fault.” Dean paused and licked his lips, collecting his thoughts.

“I know you may not think it, but you are so strong and brave to come this far. You’ve helped us stop the apocalypse the first time, then the Leviathans, and The Darkness. Without you, I don’t think I would have had the strength to get through any of it.”

“Dean, I-“

“I’m not finished.” He cut her off again. “You are so important to so many people. You have touched so many people’s lives and have rooted yourself so far into everyone’s hearts that if anything were to happen to you, everything would die with you.”

She sniffled and looked down. “How can you see something in me that I can’t?”

“Because sometimes you need to look at things in a different way. You taught me that. Every time we were frustrated on a hunt, you would be there to help us see a new angle. And this is just how I see you.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place. “You are so beautiful and strong, and you are the brightest thing in my life.  Don’t know what I would do without you.”

(Y/N)’s heart was racing in her chest. She and Dean had always had some unspoken thing, even after all these years. But, because of the world almost ending every other day, they never had the chance to address this unspoken thing.

Until now.

“(Y/N), you know I’m not into chick-flick moments, but… shit… I love you so much. I want to help you get through this because you are so damn important to me. I don’t even want to think of what would happen to me if I lost you.”

(Y/N) hiccupped and a few more tears fell, but she wasn’t as sad anymore. Her eyes closed as she took in the warmth and love Dean was radiating. Her hands were clasped around his free one.

“Thank you, Dean. You always know how to make me feel better.” Her eyes opened and locked with his. She gave him a watery smile. “I love you, too.”

Dean’s grin was so wide, it stretched from ear to ear. Gently tighten his grip on her head, he pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers.

As much as we would wish it were this easy, just declare your love for each other and everything is suddenly fixed, it isn’t that way. There will always be other failed hunts, other people lost, and new thing to break down over.

But now, she doesn’t have to go through it alone as she had in the past. She has Dean. And she knows Sam and Cas will also be there for her. They will get through this together.

Empath (Sherlock x Reader)

Words: 922

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is just something I had been thinking of for a while. I feel like if magic were to be real in Sherlock’s world, he’d definitely end up with an empath of some sort. I feel like he’d be really interested in her ability at first but at the same time not want to have anything to do with her because emotion is not an advantage and whatnot. But soon He’d just give in and it was the best choice he ever made.

There was nowhere they'd rather be. Laying in each other's arms, with no words to say. They wouldn't need them anyway. With only a look, he could see just what she was feeling. With a touch, she could feel what he felt.

Someone who doesn't feel emotion like others and another who felt everything. A sociopath and an empath.

Running her hand over his bare ribs she could feel the pure relaxation and contentment filling him like hot chocolate on Christmas day. His blue-green eyes peered into hers, seeing the dilated pupils and slightly parted lips. His forehead pressed to hers and their messy locks meshed together.

Their legs were tangled together and his hand rested on her fabric covered thigh. He held the back of her head with his other hand, his arm tucked underneath her neck, keeping her close.

Light filtered through the pale curtains while her soft music played quietly in the air and soothed her mind. Her positive energy cleared his mind and filled him with a sense of fulfillment and warmth that he would have never gotten from any substance before he met her.

His brother always said love wasn't an advantage. He'd obviously has never met anyone like the woman in Sherlock's arms. She cleared his mind, drove away the insanity, and filled him with purpose. He had been clean for months now because of her. She had become his drug in a way.

“Figure it out yet?” Her voice was soft and sweet, sending pure delight through him. He hummed.

“I had it figured out about 30 seconds after we met the client,” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling in her chest. A smile spread across her face and she pressed her lips to his in an adoring kiss.

“What took you so long?” She teased. “Surely this was a breeze?” He smirked and brought his hand up to run his thumb over her lower lip.

“I was distracted.” He leaned forward to kiss her, only for her to pull back slightly.

“Oh, no! You mustn't get distracted, dear. Lives are on the line!” She grinned at his scowl. He growled and buried his face in her neck.

“It's hardly a five, but you made me take the case. It's not my fault that I find my current company more interesting than whether or not a woman's husband is having an affair with her own brother.”

She chuckled at his grumpy voice and the way he curled his arms around her possessively. Her hand came up to run through his hair, twirling a curl on her index finger.

“Well, you couldn't feel the distress from her handshake. Poor woman, how she couldn't tell that her husband had the hots for her brother is beyond me. Just meeting them both earlier confirmed it. The guilt and adrenaline in the room were stifling.” She scrunched her nose. Sherlock simply observed her.

He adored it when she spoke of what she feels from others. Emotion was something always looked down on in his life, but when he met her, it became such a regular thing that all contempt for it was gone. Now, all he wanted was to hear how people felt through her. Her ability also came in handy during cases when they had some more stubborn clients or suspects. He absolutely adored her.

He grabbed her hand and rested it on his chest, right above his heart. This was his way of expressing his love for her. He still had difficulty wording what he felt, but luckily, he didn't have to with her. She smiled and gently ran her nails over his skin. His body filled with a feeling he once thought he could never feel. But this was coming from her hand. She was pouring her emotions into him. Saying she loved him back.

“Tell me again,” He whispered. She exaggeratedly groaned.

“Sherl, I've told you a thousand times!” she said incredulously, their moment somewhat ruined by his request.

“Please. You know I find it interesting.”

“But I hardly understand it myself.” She pouted. He looked at her with his kicked puppy look. Her frown deepened. “No.” His eyes only seemed to get bigger. “Ugh, fine!”

His face broke out in a satisfied grin. She glared at him.

“Well, it’s like a flow of colors in my mind. All swirling and dancing, sometimes indiscernible from each other. Like a beautiful battle. There’s crimson rage, muddy green jealousy, yellow happiness. When I touch someone, it can see those colors in my mind.” She closed her eyes and ran a hand over his sharp cheek.

“Like right now, I can see orange curiosity, soft blue contentment, and… fiery red love.” She grinned as she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. His pupils blown and a look of awe across his features. “But there is a sliver of dark grey denial. Still think you can’t love, dear?” She playfully challenged.

“I'll have you know, you are infuriatingly beautiful and intelligent, but you’re wrong. I did once believe I could never feel what I feel for you.” He paused, “granted, everyone else is still morons and I can't stand to be around them. But why do I need to when I have all I need here?”

“Watch out, Mr. Holmes, someone might think you've gone soft.” She chuckled. He laughed in response and smoothed a hand over her hair.

“Soft? No,” he scoffed. “In love? Hm. Yes.

“Love isn't a disadvantage when it's with you.”

I’m submitting a request that you write about bringing us food and actually bring us food. K thanks 😘

Good lord. I'm not bringing you guys food. 😂

No More Pretending (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Request: fluffy/funny fred weasley please with "Please pretend to be my girlfriend." and "I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!" from the prompts list 

Summary: The reader is Fred's best friend and she’s going to the burrow for Christmas. George was spreading a rumor that Fred and the reader were dating that got back to the Weasley's

Words: 1237

Characters/Pairings: Fred x Reader, George Weasley, Molly Weasley

Warnings: Angst, FLuFf, Making out, kissing

A/N: So I know the request was to be funny/fluffy, but this ended up more angsty than anything but I still like it so yeah...

“Please, (Y/N), please pretend to be my girlfriend, just for the holidays!” Fred was practically hanging off the younger Gryffindor’s arm. He had been at this for nearly an hour now and (Y/N) was about ready to smother him.

Apparently, someone (George) had been telling the entire Weasley family that Fred and (Y/N) were dating. (Y/N) already had plans to go to the Burrow for the winter holidays so backing out now would cause her parents some problems, meaning they would have to cancel their oh-so-important trip to the Bahamas.

However, going to the Burrow, whether or not she allowed this rumor to continue, would just be awkward. Fred had already explained how delighted Molly was at the idea of her Freddie finding “such a wonderful girl.”

If she agreed to this, she didn’t think it would be very good for her heart. She had been harboring a crush in the red-head for some years now but she knew he only saw her as a younger sister, as she was in the same year as Ron.

But if she ended this rumor, she would have to suffer through the inevitable mournful sighs and disappointed looks from Molly. That sounded a lot worse than potentially getting her heart crushed…

“Okay, fine!” She threw her hands up in the air. Fred broke out into a grin and swept her into a hug.

“Oh, Thank Merlin! Don’t worry, it’s only for the Holidays, then I can tell Mum that it just didn’t work out, yeah?” Fred set her down on the floor again, too relieved to notice the way she rubbed her arm and looked sadly at the floor.

“Yeah.”

(Y/N) forced a smile on her face when Molly enveloped her in a hug on the platform, here to pick her children up. She was already regretting this greatly. (Y/N) didn’t like lying to the kind woman, or any Weasley for that matter.

“Alright, Mum, I think you're suffocating her.” Fred came up with both his and (Y/N)’s trunks. Molly released (Y/N) and took her boy into a hug as well, then moving onto George. Fred offered (Y/N) an encouraging smile over his mother’s shoulder.

Back at the Burrow, Fred followed (Y/N) up the stairs to Ginny’s room to get her settled in. He was worried about his best friend. She had been quiet the entire way to the Burrow and even now she was staring absentmindedly down at her hands.

“Are you alright?” Fred set down her trunk and moved to stand in front of her, grabbing her attention.

“Yeah. Couldn’t be better.” She instantly replied.

“(Y/N), obviously something wrong. You haven’t been yourself all day.” Fred rested his hands on her shoulders. He was shocked when she jerked away like his touch was fire. “(Y/N)…”

“Look, I’m fine, just leave it, Fred.” She brushed past him and escaped downstairs, apologizing when she nearly plowed over George. The boy looked after her with a raised brow as she went out into the garden in a rage.

“What’d you do to her? did she break up with you?” George teased when Fred met him on the landing. Fred punched his brother’s arm.

As the days went on, (Y/N) played the part of Fred’s girlfriend as she said she would. But when it was just them, she would move to sit away from him, her smile dropping. It was torture having to sit and hold hands with him, to smile at him even.

Finally, Fred had had enough and cornered (Y/N) in the bathroom, when she was stepping out from a shower, the air steamy and the mirror fogged.

“Fred, what’re you doing? Move it!” (Y/N) tried to push him aside, but he stood fast, towering over her small frame.

“No.” He grabbed her hands from shoving him and pinned them to his chest, stepping painfully close. She diverted her gaze to the bathroom wall.

“What do you want with me, Fred…?” She mumbled. It was obvious that he was here to ask why she was avoiding him when they were alone, but she couldn’t fathom why he cared so much.

“What’s going on with you? Did I do something wrong?” Fred’s grip loosed on her hands at her defeated tone and held them gently, stroking the backs with his thumbs.

“Fr-Fred, I… No, you didn’t do anything wrong… I just,” She choked back a sob, “I just can’t stand to pretend anymore.”

Fred paused, taking in the weight of her words. She wouldn’t look up at him, however, she wasn’t pulling away from him as she had been the past few days.

“Okay… Okay, we don’t have to anymore; we can go downstairs and tell everyone the truth, alright?” Fred tried to pull her into a comforting hug, only to be slapped away.

“No, you don’t understand! I don’t want to pretend because I wish – I wish that it was true!” She finally looked up with tears in her (E/C) eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a bright shade of rose. He gave her a blank look of confusion, not quite understanding what she meant. She sighed.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!” She lost her nerve and ripped her hands from his when she saw that his blank look wasn’t shifting. He clearly doesn’t feel the same way and she has just made a fool of herself.

(Y/N) was nearly out the door when Fred finally came to his senses and grabbed her by her waist. She gasped as she nearly fell but he wound his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I never realized… I never meant to hurt you, (Y/N).” Fred buried his face in her damp hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. “I love you, too, (Y/N). I guess I was just too focused on myself to think of how this was making you feel…”

“Fred…” (Y/N) sighed and slowly turned in his arms and rested her hands on his chest. She looked up at him, subconsciously licking her lips. His hazel eyes followed the movement.

“C-can I kiss you?” He whispered. She nodded, her gaze locked onto his lips. He breathed out a relief laugh before closing the distance between them. It was bliss. His lips where chapped and rough but oh-so-gentle and warm.

His hands splayed out across her back, not sure whether to push against her or bring her closer to him, he just needed to feel her. She was so soft and the way her fingers felt as they moved to tug at his hair drove him mad.

Everything was hot and steamy from the shower she just took, their skin glistened and glowed from the heat and raw emotion hanging in the air. Needing to be closer, he bent slightly to grab her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter, stepping between her legs.

His lips trailed down to her jawline while his hands traveled under her shirt –

“Kids! Dinner’s ready!” Molly’s voice reverberated up the stairs. The two teens pulled away from each other, out of breath and still grasping at each other like lifelines. Fred rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” He mumbled. “I always will.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smiled gently, her eyes closed with happiness.

“I love you, too, Freddie.”

fluffy/funny fred weasley please with "Please pretend to be my girlfriend." and "I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!" from the prompts list

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