wheresthekillswitch

A/N: So. This happened. Haha! I hope you guys like it! Took care of two prompts. I contemplated making this a one shot, but just decided to let it be long and multi part. It took on a life of it’s own. Based off of this prompt and this prompt. It ended up being one of those that follows along with the episodes (from the requested 3x4-on to the end of the season 3A) but not in a direct insert way, more of a “if this character was in the series, this would have happened off screen”, etc. so it’s not directly inserting into the episodes. (Also I feel I should mention, Derek feels a little OOC to me, but I think that’s just how I wrote him “brainwashed” like the request. And I think I did this on purpose so that when they meet up in the end, they can be as snarky and sassy and (our beloved) Sourwolfy as possible. 😆)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Thank you to @wheresthekillswitch @xteenwolfwritingsx @mymonandsymon @jazziwritesthings and the amazing @trexrambling (who is writing an amazing Dylan x Reader that I love and you should all read) for looking this over for me! (and the latter for helping with my sleep deprivation grammar and autocorrect from hell’s typos (I swear they’re not mine😬).)

Warnings: Some language. Typical show violence, mention of severe bleeding, (the scene where the Alpha pack sticks the piece of pipe in Derek in the episode mentioned in the request), mention of passed characters. Mention of implied death/assumed death. Mostly just fluff, though.

Word count: Pending (10,521, and counting.)

Newest to the pack, Y/N is still learning the ropes under the watchful eye of her mentor and current roommate, Derek. Things take a turn for the worse when Jennifer Blake comes into the picture and has Derek acting completely out of character. With unease settling in her gut and her instincts pulling her in different directions, not to mention the quick approach of the full moon, Y/N tries to sort through the whole mess, searching for light at the end of the tunnel. But it just seems like wishful thinking, something that would only happen once in a blue moon.

(Updated as of 5/24/2021. Number of parts may change, as I am still writing the story, but it’s already over 10k+, so I figured it’s okay to start uploading it.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

I think I am going to post it in chunks, most likely 3-ish, and it’s tentatively named “I Hate That I Love You (It’s Mutual)” in my docs, because I am indecisive and couldn’t pick one and it may possibly change.

It’s based off of this and this prompt combined, and I have had the honor and blessing of 5 people reading it over for me, one helping with my sleep deprivation grammar and autocorrect from hell’s typos (I swear they’re not mine😬) so I’d like to shoutout to @wheresthekillswitch @xteenwolfwritingsx @mymonandsymon @jazziwritesthings and the amazing @trexrambling (who is writing an amazing Dylan x Reader that I love and you should all read) for dealing with my incessant messages and reading through this monolithic thing, you know I have told you, but I’ll tell you all again, I appreciate you guys and everything you do. Thank you!

Anyway, just wanted to say I have something coming soon-ish. (I should probably finish it before I break it into chunks, but, I have the patience of someone who wants to post part 1 tonight or tomorrow, so, we’ll see. 😆)

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Overview: It started with a chance meeting, a bold request, and a book. With a past full of loss and a future centered on searching for something more, one person may make all the difference in what tomorrow could bring.

Pairing: DylanxReader

Word Count: 2,053 (this one’s a bit of a filler chapter, more action to come later ;)

Warnings: language

Soundtrack for Ch5: “Seven” by Sleeping at Last

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It takes him a few seconds to remember where he is when he wakes up.

Dylan blinks the sleepy haze from his eyes and sits up on the couch, arms extending above his head in a stretch. Y/N and Zeke are nowhere to be seen, but the dinner plates from last night have disappeared, and in their place sits a bright pink sticky note.

He picks it up with a smile and reads -

Coffee is in the fridge.

He stands up and scans the room for a clock to determine the time. A manual one in the shape of a dinosaur hangs above the mantle and informs him it’s about half past six.

Dylan makes his way into the kitchen and pauses upon seeing another sticky note on the fridge. He pulls it off -

I know we just met a few days ago. I know we don’t really know what this is. But…

He flips the note over, but nothing is on the back. He opens the fridge and sees a cup of coffee on the top shelf with a third note attached to it.

…I know I want you to stick around.

He picks up the mug, and a final note appears from underneath it.

I’m out in the garden.

He closes the fridge with a smile, finds his almost dry shoes, and heads outside.

I volunteer as tribute to dogsit Zeke.

I'm glad I've had the benefit of reading ahead. Yes, I'm a braggart. Sue me. (But don't actually for I am woefully impoverished)

MASTERLIST

Overview: It started with a chance meeting, a bold request, and a book. With a past full of loss and a future centered on searching for something more, one person may make all the difference in what tomorrow could bring.

Pairing: DylanxReader

Word Count: 2,935

Warnings: language

Soundtrack for Ch2: “Honey + Tea (Acoustic)” by Mozi

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“Shit.” I spin to face him, looking up from the excavation of my backpack. “I don’t have my key.”

Dylan cocks his head to the side before slowly shaking it. “Wait, wait, wait - you work here, too?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes. Got it. Because that’s perfectly normal to ‘sometimes’ work at two different places.”

“Three, actually,” I reply, slinging my bag back over my shoulder.

His eyebrows shoot up, but he doesn’t ask.

“So we’ll have to go through the front door…” I bite my bottom lip, judging his body language. “Is that okay?”

He’s watching me, too, and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, or how I got here, or why the fuck Dylan O’Brien agreed to get coffee with me, a random stranger he literally met less than half an hour ago. This was crazy, right?

“Is the coffee worth it?”

“I’d fight through one hundred fangirls for this coffee.”

“Damn.”

“I know.”

“Alright, well-” he whips a baseball hat out of his back pocket and pulls it down low on his head. The sunglasses hooked on the collar of his shirt find his face- “you’re buying.”

MASTERLIST

Overview: It started with a chance meeting, a bold request, and a book. With a past full of loss and a future centered on searching for something more, one person may make all the difference in what tomorrow could bring.

Pairing: DylanxReader

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: minor language

Soundtrack for Ch1: “Hello My Old Heart” by The Oh Hellos

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“Did you get a permit for this aisle…or…?”

I pause in the middle of the sentence I was reading, a crinkle finding my forehead at the irritation of being interrupted. I put my finger in place, look up from my criss-cross position on the floor of the bookstore, and open my mouth to let the smart retort I’d formed loose.

It doesn’t get past my lips.

In fact, my words are sucked clean from my lungs as surprise, then shock, then blatant disbelief washes across my brainwaves.

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my response. The best I can do is openly stare, taking in his jeans, gray t-shirt, well built frame, and the scruff on his cheeks that are currently turned up in a small smile.

Dylan O’Brien. That’s Dylan-freaking-O’Brien.

I swallow, push my glasses up on top of my head, and set my book down.

“Hi.” My mind somehow forms the word, managing the single syllable without too strong of an I am a bumbling idiot tone.

“Hi,” he replies back, a full smile dimpling his cheeks now. “So… can I get by, or is there a certain traffic pattern I need to follow here?”

Where are my Dylan lovin' peeps?

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I miss how it used to be. 

I miss how this fandom used to be. How we used to ACTUALLY be the SPNFAMILY. it’s not just a hashtag or a thing you scribble on your backpack. It was a real, live, tangible thing. A thing that meant you are NOT alone when you need someone. It meant that you could put out a call for help and there would be someone there to help you. It meant that no matter what you were going through, people cared. There was a family, a band of weirdos, a gaggle of fans ready to wrap the care blanket around you. I don’t think we have that anymore. 

Everyone’s obsessed with becoming popular or ranting about notes or this and the other thing. People seem to care more about being right and causing drama than just being a human being. Hate is so rampant now that I cringe when I get an ask notification. When someone I don’t know messages me, I think, “oh no, what did I do wrong? I’m about to get yelled at.” 

This fandom was built around a show that at the base is about Family. 

It’s about Love.

It’s about not letting the world beat you down. About lifting someone else up and getting through the darkest parts of it. Together. 

We’re not together anymore. 

I don’t know what happened but to me, the SPNFAMILY is gone, and it saddens me greatly. 

I haven’t been on tumblr very long. I’ve only been into supernatural for two years. It has helped me through some hard times and has guided me to grow and move past things. But my proudest experience that I have gained from supernatural is the small little friendships I have with people.

Due to a random picking of an awesome group chat, I met my bestfriends: @sl33pybo1 @little-surfer-little-girl @swallow-carrying-a-coconut @morgane098 @015waywarddaughter @captain-im-not-dead-yet @randomcharlie05

And thanks to supernatural, I found me an EXCELLENT lover of Demon Dean and all things lighting: @jamzm

But some of my favorite people, the ones that instantly make my day better because they just say and leave kind words: @mysticalchaosface @lovelyburningfox

You can never forget the ones that make you laugh though! Time and time again I will see them post, chat, talk, do anything and it just makes me happy because they are spreading kindness: @carry-on-my-wayward-asbutt @sl33pybo1 (again cause I love you)

Those who I don’t know but always make me smile whether it’s a post, fanfic, gif, or even a silly text: @moron225 @dean-winchesters-bacon @winchest09 @anaels @sammysstupidshirts @i-make-fun-of-spn-characters @luci-in-trenchcoats

All these people affect my small minuscule existence for the better. There are so many more too. I came here cause I was depressed. I was trying to find something, anything to keep me going. Lucky me, I found random people from across the world, most whose names I don’t know and they spread kindness and positivity.

I’m so sorry @impala-dreamer that family looks lost to you. I understand what you mean. The world has become so focused on big issues, politics, world climate change that everyone’s mindset has become so set on making it big and bold, no one cares about family anymore. No one cares about kindness unless they get some in return. But I have to say, these people, these random marvelous people are my 100% favorite people.

If you ever feel like you are without a family, come join mine. We are all insane, crazy, intelligent, beautiful, and wild. It doesn’t matter who we are, what we believe because we love each other no matter what. I pray for my friends every single night believe it or not, and I will pray for you too.

I don’t know you but I love you. And I thank you for sharing your words and your opinions. Thank you times a million for giving me a place to randomly express my love to my favorite people. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I love you. :) And I hope you and whoever else may read this has an EXCELLENT EXTRAORDINARY MARVELOUS AMAZING day!!!!!!!!

Flash forward to now, almost 8 years later. I left my dream college, broke up with the man I thought I’d marry, was out of my theatre job because of the pandemic, and overall just felt lost. But Supernatural was still there. The SPN Family was there.

I’ve found a family who completely loves and supports me. They support my dreams of wanting to be a lighting designer for tv, they don’t laugh at the fact that I pray to Castiel, they encourage my manifestations of getting a Jensen Ackles doppelgänger husband, they want to hear my stories, they want to know all that makes me, well, me.

I’ve found family, and I know they’ve always got my back ❤️

@mila-dans @sl33pybo1 @lovelyburningfox @carry-on-my-wayward-asbutt @itsangelpie @writethelifeyouwant @pudding-pie-and-deanwinchester @idreamofplaid @kittenofdoomage @theimmortalpretzal @evansrogerskitten @nihilismworld

I don’t know if it’s because the show is ending, the state of the world, both maybe? I hope it isn’t because the show is coming to a close. I never thought that would mean the end of the SPN Family. Whatever the situation, I think we can continue to be here for each other. You reminded me of that @jamzm . Thank you! I’m sending love and hugs back to you. 💙🌺💙🌺 We’ll hang in there.

@wheresthekillswitch the OG Squish. She has been my rock and my best friend and my soul sister for the last 3.5 years. I wouldn’t be here without her. You make me a better person and I love you. I need your hugs like I need air.

@hannahindie is my Twinny and my love and my partner in crime. Your love is literally forever etched on my arm. And mine on yours.

@shy-violet-soul is one of the kindest most thoughtful and wonderful and hilarious people I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with. She has been a rock for me as well and never fails to make my life brighter.

@emlostinwonderland @arryn-nyxx my amazing squishes…even though we have drifted apart with all the craziness that life has thrown at us, I know if I ever need anything you’d be there without a second thought.

Tagging my family @trexrambling @hannahindie @escabell @impala-dreamer @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @masksandtruths @manawhaat @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @ellen-reincarnated1967 and so many others that have touched my life. I couldn't possibly tag you all. I love you, peeps.

Series Summary: Jensen has known since day one that you were the only girl for him. Problem is, he can never find the right words. Maybe instead of telling you, he can show you.

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A/N: This is it, dear readers. It’s been a hell of a ride, and I can’t thank you enough for all of your support. I love y’all, there’s not much to say other than that.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language

Beta’d by: @trexrambling “EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Your name: submit What is this?

Y/N   -  Fall

“Law offices of Deckerman, Colter, and Hunt, how may I direct your call?” Once again, you feel your soul shrivel inside your chest. “Please wait a moment,” you tell the impatient man on the other end of the line, placing him on hold before he can argue.

 Margaret slinks your way with a smug smile as soon you transfer the call. “You know, Y/n, if you keep coming in looking like you just rolled out of bed the partners will notice, and they won’t be very happy.”

 As you readjust the tail of your shirt in the waistband of your god awful pencil skirt, your mind wanders to the reason you look the way you do. It’s Jensen’s fault. You were running late and trying to rush out, when he snagged you between the coffeepot and the door.  

 A blush warms your chest as you recall how he spun you around and pressed his hard body against your back. The way his hands grazed up the outsides of your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he went. How he skillfully found that spot that had you screaming his name as white lights flashed behind your eyelids.

Word Count: 3,530

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, a curse word or two…i mean, it IS me.

A/N: This is my (extremely late) entry for @atc74​’s Duets Reboot Challenge. Sorry I didn’t get it done sooner babes! Thanks for your patience! My prompt was the song “I Knew You Were Waiting” by George Michael and Aretha Franklin and I used some of the lyrics below. They are bolded. This is also the first in a long time that I have written Sam Winchester and I realized how much I missed him. This takes place between seasons 7 and 8 in a world where the awful Amelia didn’t exist. Flashback is in italics.

Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul​ and my twinny @hannahindie​ I love you dearly. Thank you for supporting me and reading my words and loving me.

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Reunited

Sam Winchester knew the taste of victory; tangy and bittersweet, and somehow a bit stale. He’d fought and won so many battles he’s lost count, and even in the darkest of times, savored the flavor on his tongue like a memory. But this was not victory. This was agony.

He’d seen Dean die many times - a fact that still perplexed him after all these years. It was always the same; excruciatingly painful to watch and powerless to stop it. But even as Dean’s last breath drained from his lungs, Sam had hope. Hope that if there was something he could do - some spell or deal or alliance - Dean could come back to life again.  But Dean hadn’t died - at least not that he could prove. It was like he vanished into thin air. Nothing Sam had encountered up to that point could have prepared him for the realization that he was well and truly alone. 

Dean was gone.