#Bet Sam got into some magic

[themilfsland]

Can we switch?

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff X female!reader

Summary: when you find out your bottom (or maybe not anymore) emo girlfriend was holding back her desires because she was afraid of her powers but you encourage her to let it all go.

Words count: ~ 3.7

tags | content: soft but smutty , bottom!Wanda (until it changes), top!reader (or maybe not this time), fingering, strap-on, magic cock, cum inside, possessiveness.

A/n: I've been thinking a lot about Emo Wanda unraveling her top side.

Time flies, as the elders say. It feels like just yesterday that Wanda joined the Avengers. She took the title of the youngest on the team, which meant you were no longer the spoiled one or the center of attention. In a way, that was a relief — Steve and Tony weren’t breathing down your neck anymore — but it probably also meant the last slice of cake wouldn’t be saved for you anymore. It's a shame, really, since you’d gotten used to the little treats Clint gave you after missions.

You remember the wary look in her eyes during that first week. She was like one of those black cats at midnight, always slipping away, avoiding interactions, and when she was forced to join group activities, she would linger in the corner of the room. "She’s still getting used to things," Steve would say. Besides, it would be hypocritical of you to criticize her behaviour — during your first month with the team, you were just about the most antisocial person possible.

Things were perfectly normal for you until Sam had the brilliant idea of suggesting you help Wanda with her training and power control. Great. Now the newbie who doesn’t even say "good morning" to you was going to be your responsibility. Of course, you tried to argue your way out of it in every possible way — how could the second-youngest — you — member of the group have enough experience to teach someone else? Unfortunately, nothing worked. The team agreed, and not even Natasha had your back this time. The reasoning was simple: you have the ability to control the elements of nature, so you were apparently the best choice to help Wanda learn to manage her powers.

And it was from that tutoring mission that you and Wanda really got to know each other, getting even closer and today marks one year since you made your relationship official. Clint bet it would take you a month to admit you were in love; Nat, knowing you better, gave it a few more months — you were way too stubborn to confess your feelings that easily. And the truth? You were already in love with her by the second week of training. Some people like to ask, "Who felt it first and who felt it deeper?" In this case, you were the first to realize your feelings for Wanda, but she was the one who ended up feeling them more intensely.

Although everyone still teases you about how rocky the beginning was — they used to say you were like a cat and a dog in a fight — now you’re more like two lovebirds. Honestly, you blamed her at first — she never listened to you, said your advice wasn’t helpful, and claimed you were being mean with your words. But over time, you started to realize how fragile Wanda really was — not in terms of strength, but when it came to her emotions and self-esteem. She was scared of herself; her own powers terrified her.

You were certain about her insecurity over her self-control during one of your training sessions. You had asked her to attack you — she hesitated and sent a weak pulse of her red energy. It had been days of you pushing her to really strike, but all you ever got was that same soft red wave. That’s when you decided to provoke her — bad idea. Your not-so-friendly words earned you a flash of her red eyes, and the next thing you knew, her magic had thrown you hard against the training room wall. You were on the floor, hand on your head, trying to process what had just happened when Wanda was suddenly above you, frantically checking for injuries and apologizing over and over. You could hear the panic in her voice.

After that day, you began to see her differently — with an understanding that no one else seemed to have. And Wanda knew it too — that you were the only one who could truly see her without needing to read her mind. It wasn’t something you had to work for; it was effortless — like the gentle pull of ocean waves, a quiet feeling between you both that grew stronger with each passing day.

Wanda didn’t change with everyone else — but she changed with you. The first time she let you take care of her bandage, the first time she asked for your help to practice a specific move, the first time she released her magic to strike without being afraid of hurting you — and the first time she let you kiss her.

You were the one feeling insecure that day. You’d always been confident, sure of your actions — but kissing Wanda? Your whole body was trembling beneath the surface. You were certain about your feelings — you loved her and wanted to be more than just teammates. But when it came to her feelings? That’s where the doubts crept in. Sometimes it felt like she was on the same page, but other times it seemed like she only saw you as a battle partner.

In the end, it was Nat who got tired of watching the two of you dance around each other with no progress. She gave you a push — with a hint of a threat — and gave you the courage to make the first move. Credit where it’s due — she was right. Despite the nerves, it all worked out in the end. Better than just good — way better.

---

"Are you two really going to eat all that?" - Nat asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Mmm, probably not, BUT that doesn’t mean you can have a piece," you said, spreading frosting on the last cupcake you’d baked. - "Maybe tomorrow, if there’s any left — and only because I’m a nice person."

"Hm, okay. Soooo..." - she ran her finger through the bowl of leftover chocolate frosting and licked it before continuing - "Do you think this is going to make it up to Wanda?"

"What do you mean by that?" - You knew exactly what she was referring to, but you decided to play dumb.

"Ah, Y/n. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone saw how Wanda was after that party on Saturday, at Stark's" she said, swiping a bit more frosting. "Oh, and all week long after that. So…? Are you two good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know about Saturday and yes, everything’s fine," you replied in a cold tone.

"Y/n," —-she stepped closer, taking the spoon and cupcake from your hand. - "I know you. Just spit it out already. Better to say it here than let it blow up later with Wanda and make things even worse," she said, eyebrow raised.

You let out a deep sigh before finally starting to vent.

"Okay, so… I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I mean, if anything happened that night, it was Carol’s fault, she’s the one who started talking to me and sticking close to me the whole time. Why can’t Wanda see that? She’s the one who started avoiding me and..."

Natasha put a hand over your mouth, cutting you off.

"Hey, slow down. Breathe. Let's see..." - Nat said calmly. - "I don’t think you did anything wrong, but maybe you could have handled it better. Carol was hanging pretty close to you, and maybe Wanda saw more than just that. You know your girl — she’s jealous. Very jealous."

You rolled your eyes, and Nat shot you a disapproving look.

"What? Are you gonna disagree with me?" - she smirked. -"You might have taught her how to control her powers better, but her jealousy? Nope. You can feel how crazy she gets inside when she sees you with someone else. Anyway, that wildcat is yours."

She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. - "I know you two will work it out and honestly, this is probably the perfect chance. Oh, and happy one year of having to witness you two being disgustingly in love. Also, pleaseee… try to keep quiet tonight. There are nights I can hear her saying your name — and not in a very cool way…"

"Natasha!! Shut up!" - you pushed her hand off your shoulder and gave her a shove. -"Go bother someone else. I need to finish all this before she gets back."

"Ohh yess, I almost forgot about her very important commitment today with my little sestra. They’re probably out shopping for some new toys for you two to play with tonight," - she teased, winking as she walked out of the kitchen, laughing while you cursed at her.

---

Everything was set. Pillows and a blanket neatly arranged on the bed, a side table stocked with snacks and drinks, the TV playing her favourite sitcom, and the wrapped necklace you had bought for her sitting nearby. With the busy mission schedule this week, you knew you wouldn’t be able to plan anything big — but that didn’t mean you were going to let the day go unnoticed. Even if it was a simple night, it was your night to celebrate.

"Hey, baby, I’m back," - Wanda announced as she opened the bedroom door. - "Oh, what do we have here? What’s all this about?" she said, stepping closer and you noticed she was hiding something behind her back.

"Mmm, I don’t know… what could all this possibly mean???" - you teased, playing along with her. - "You first — what are you hiding back there?" - you asked, pulling her by the waist until your bodies were nearly touching.

"Hey, that’s not fair! I asked first," - she said, trying to give you a menacing look — but you knew she always melted when it came to you.

"Uh-huh, let’s see what we’ve got here..." - in a quick move, you snatched the package from her hand. - "Hmm, it says: ‘For my love.’ Well, I guess that’s for me then." -You winked and started opening the package.

It was a photo album — filled with polaroids you had taken together throughout the year, memories that made your heart overflow with happiness.

"I love it. It’s so beautiful and special. You’re special! Thank you, baby!" — you didn’t give her a chance to respond, stealing a kiss from her lips.

"Okay, enough. Now, where’s my present?" - she broke the kiss, raising an eyebrow as she stared at you.

"I see… my girl is so demanding. Happy one year, my darling." - you held out your hand, offering her a small box and an envelope.

She asked for your help to put the necklace on while she read the note inside. It was a surprise trip after the mission season — you figured it’d be a good idea to take a few days off, away from the team. And of course, she loved the surprise.

Gifts exchanged, you both settled into bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms as always, sharing another moment of quality time together.

---

Wanda was restless. Not even half an hour had passed since you started watching the sitcom, and she couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes. You had already ruled out the idea that she was just trying to get comfortable — there was definitely something bothering her.

"Wands, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied curtly.

It was obvious something was wrong. You adjusted your position on the bed and sat up.

"Come on, baby, tell me. What’s going on? I know you're overthinking about something." - you reached for her hand, lacing your fingers together and guiding her gaze to meet yours.

"I don’t know, it’s just that… I… you… you’re mine, right?" — there was uncertainty in her voice.

"What? Of course I’m yours — I’m all yours." - you let out a relieved sigh and a soft laugh, but you noticed that Wanda was still a bit tense.- "Hey, my love," - you gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze back to you. - "There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m all yours — only yours."

Wanda didn’t say anything, her expression unreadable — until she leaned into you, closing the space between your faces, her lips brushing softly against yours.

The kiss intensified, laced with both urgency and desperation which only meant one thing: she was needy. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath the craving to have you close, there was something else — possessiveness.

Before you realized it, she was straddling your lap — one hand slipping beneath your shirt, nails lightly raking down your back, while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. Her lips stayed locked with yours, not even breaking for air.

You knew Wanda's needs all too well. Ever since you both started exploring your sex life together, you began to notice the little details — not just the things she likes and doesn’t like, but also the different kinds of intimacy you two share. It usually starts soft — gentle touches and tender caresses — and eventually, by the end, it might get a little rough, but not that much. Sometimes, after a stressful mission, Wanda likes to use sex as a form of relief — and honestly, you’re not complaining. It’s rougher, faster, and deeper — a pretty damn good way to unwind. And then there’s that kind — when she’s overwhelmed with possessiveness, usually driven by jealousy. Oh, that’s the wildest one. She’s hungry, relentless, and won’t stop until she’s fully satisfied. Either way, whatever type it is, she’s almost always the bottom one — just a detail, since it’s never been a problem for either of you.

Then it clicked — you finally understood why she was acting with such intensity. It was about that party. About Carol. She was still thinking about it. Your thoughts snapped back to the present when you heard a muffled moan from Wanda. That’s when you noticed that she was rubbing against your thigh. You could help her out already, but you’ve always liked watching her need grow. So instead of letting your hand wander down, you slid it under her shirt, dragging your nails across her stomach until you reached her boobs, squeezing it over the bra.

She let out a louder moan at the feel of your hand on her skin, breaking away from the kiss to rest her face against your shoulder. A breathless "please" escaped her lips near your ear — her hips moving faster, desperately seeking more contact. It was hard to deny her when she begged like that — so your hand slipped lower, sliding inside her shorts.

When your fingers touched her wet folds she couldn't hold a pity whimper out loud. She kept her pace, rubbing herself against your fingers that were touching her clit — and you let her have a little fun, keeping your fingers still.

It took less than five minutes for her to start begging again — she needed more, she needed you. So you did what she wanted, you pushed your finger inside her cunt, she was so wet it slipped in at once.

And there she was your neddy girlfriend — right on your lap, desperate as her hips moved, seeking the most contact possible, moaning in your ear.

You thrusted your finger faster and deep but it wasn't enough. Then she placed her hand on your neck, and you felt her nails digging into your skin. She looked into your eyes, and you met that gaze — the red eyes — you knew exactly what it meant, she was reaching her climax. - "I need one more finger, pleasee. Don't stop. One more." - She begged between moans.

You acted right away, thrusting another finger, rougher — trying to sync your movements with her hips. She was close, you could feel and see. Her red eyes glowing, she always keeps those when she's desperate in need, when she's about to lose control — she just needs to release.

"hmm tasty as always" - you said, licking your fingers that were sticky with her cum.

She gave a shy smile, still catching her breath. You brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Sooo, are we going to talk about this...?"

She stared at you, her expression hard to read, leaving you unsure of what was on her mind. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and began to lift it in a gesture to take it off.

"I'm not done, I still need you" - she said while you let her finish taking off your t-shirt.

She gave you a look, and you nodded — you knew she would only talk normally once she was satisfied. She started taking off her clothes, and you stood up to finish taking off yours.

In a second, you were both naked. You reached the nightstand drawer to grab the strap-on and in a hurry, you started wearing, but before you could finish adjusting it, Wanda took your hand, making you look at her in confusion.

"I was thinking...maybe we could switch?"

You were surprised by what she asked, despite hearing the hesitation in her voice when she suggested it.

"Of course we can switch, baby!" - you took off the strap-on and reached out your hand to give it to her. -"Do you wanna help to adjust it?"

She took it from your hand but placed the object on the bed. - “I was thinking about try something different…” - You nodded as a sign that it was okay and she continued - "Soo... I learned how to get an enchanted strap-on but I'll be attached to my body so in theory I could feel everthing..." - she stopped and waited for your comment, you could feel she was a little anxious about it.

"That sounds awesome! What are you waiting for? Let's try it!" - your voice was full of excitement. Wanda returned a smile and cast her spell, and before you realized it, she literally got a magic cock.

"Oh my god, that's so hot." - You couldn’t hold yourself back. And neither could Wanda. She grabbed your arm, guiding you back onto the bed, and with one swift movement, you were beneath her.

She kissed you again, deep and intense, and you felt her desire stirring once more. Her hips started moving, pressing against your body and you could feel her hardness. You were so wet, ready to be filled up by her and her teasing was making you impatient.

"Wands please, I need to feel you inside."

She smiled with her lips still touching yours, getting a better position between your legs, and then you felt her cock pressing your entrance, slipping in slowly. You left a muffled moan.

"You are so wet already, baby" - she pushed all in and you felt your walls being stretched out. - "and you are so tight, you feel so nice."

You love Wanda in every way, but having her like this on top of you?, teasing you like that? It was definitely like paradise. Besides the new magic experience driving your mind crazy. It was so real and good.

She thrusted into you only a few more times at a slow pace but it wasn't enough. She gripped your waist and started pounding her cock faster. You were no longer able to control your moans - you needed her.

You felt her nails in your skin, her thrusts deeply touching your sensitive spot and you could tell she was feeling everything too. She got a rough pace and her eyes started getting red — the red eyes back. But suddenly, she slowed her movements, almost stopping, her hands now lighter on your hips and her thrusts steadier.

Something was wrong. You looked into her eyes — that now were back to normal, and placed your hand over hers resting on your waist. - "Wands? Are you okay? Something is not right I can feel it."

"Nothing is wrong." - She tried to ignore you, but you gave her a disapproving look. - "It's just... I don't want to hurt you." - her voice was low and you couldn't believe what she was saying.

"What? You will never hurt me. I want it all and..."

Wanda didn't let you finish. - "No, you can't be sure about that. You know how I get when my powers get stronger and it takes control of myself. I can't hurt you."

Now it was you who was ignoring Wanda’s words. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around her body, pulling her closer.

"I know you won't hurt me. It's okay to be insecure, but I'm with you" - Your hands squeezed hers and you continued - "Honestly baby, right now I need you. I need you to fuck me."

She locked eyes with you for a few seconds — it felt like you could hear every thought racing through her mind. But then her eyes started glowing red again. Oh, she was back — and so were her desires.

You felt her hand burning against your skin. Her movements getting faster, every thrust deep inside your cunt. You heard her moans mixed with your own.

Your walls tightened and she must felt that against her cock because she thrusted rougher — you knew the only thing on her mind this time was to fuck you recklessly. Your moans were desperate getting close to the edge, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

"You are mine, all and only mine" - she kept saying those possessives words, by every in and out moviment.

You got the orgasm together, your pussy tighter against her cock and you felt her cum spitting inside. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you felt all of her magic coursing through your veins. You felt full of her.

She rested her body on top of yours, your faces inches apart, and you could feel Wanda’s breath, still uneven. - "You were amazing, my love." - You said stroking her back and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. -"and so so hot."

"Maybe we should do this more often." - she smiled at you and stole a soft lips kiss.

"We definitely should. And without holding your magic back" - You cupped Wanda’s neck, pulling her face closer, and gave her a long, deep kiss.

[callivich]

Gallavich Winter Fic Recs ❄️

@ohkate asked me for my favourite winter fics so here we go! 💖

I bet there’s some I’ve forgotten, so I may add to this in the future. I’d love to know what everyone else’s favourite wintery gallavich stories are, if you feel like sharing?

The Axe by redkay

“Do you have an axe?” Ian asks. “On me?” Mickey clarifies.

A better day (for you) by @captainjowl

Ian is unhappy, Mickey can see it. He's quiet and withdrawn, and it's obvious that something is weighting on him. Worried, Mickey tries everything to cheer him up, but nothing seems to be able to improve his mood. Until suddenly, a few weeks before Christmas, Ian gets a phone call that brings the spark back to his eyes.

Closed for Christmas by @abundanceofnots

Two boys, one (not so) festive evening.

Santa Comes Early by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Late Christmas Eve night, Mickey wakes to find a stranger in his living room. What follows can only be described as holiday magic. Or maybe a fever dream. Because Mickey didn’t know Santa Claus had a son. A son who’s not only extremely handsome, but who just so happened to make a special trip to Mickey’s house, without his father knowing about it. So really, how can Mickey not fuck him?

12 days of gallavich by @sam-loves-seb

a collection of christmas one shots featuring ian and mickey through the years

Keeping Warm Amongst the Cold by @scarlet-witchery

Two newlyweds, a snowy day, a pile of Gallaghers, and lots of memories.

Show Me Family by @ifallonblackdays

Ian wants to celebrate their first Christmas in their new apartment. It backfires spectacularly. Until it doesn't.

Miracle on Naperville Road by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey’s known for a while now that he and Ian are closer than coworkers really should be. There’s something there between them - it’s obvious - their timing has just always been off. But this year, the Christmas party at their rich boss’s house feels different. Important. Destined. Ian and his ex are freshly split. And Mickey’s just made sure he’s single too.

Love is Patient by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey’s husband wants to send out Christmas cards this year, so god damn it, they’re gonna send out Christmas cards! Now if only said husband wasn’t distracted by a book in bed, instead of coming to see the final product. Surely Mickey can fix this in a normal and un-demonic way, right? …right? Hello?

Truth or Dare by @thisdivorce Ian and Mickey share some truths.

mentally, physically weak by pinkpantherman

“Think I got a way to warm you up, princess,” he says suggestively, kisses trailing down Ian’s jaw, easily accessing his neck when Ian tilts his head back. “Okay,” Ian mumbles with a smile, looking down and brushing his nose against Mickey’s, “but I’m not removing these clothes in any way, shape, or form, so you better get creative.”

Valued by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey wakes up from his afternoon nap to find his husband getting the backyard ready for winter. Early. Like how he came home early from his visit to the Gallagher house. Something’s off with Ian, and even though it’s hard for him, Mickey’s gonna figure out what. And then he’s gonna fix it.

Jack My Heat by @whatthebodygraspsnot

After a long winter day outside, Mickey helps himself to Ian's body heat on the couch. It's perfect - they've got a blanket, a fire in the fireplace, a joint that's keeping them laughing - everything that makes for a good hangout. They're best friends, after all. And when an accidental, curious little grind works up between them for the first time, maybe something more?

to the thawing wind by @gardenerian

Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his family are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road.

'Tis The Damn Season by @sweetcresta

“How long you in town for?” Mickey’s voice, muffled by the cigarette hanging from his lips, pulls Ian from his trance. He looks over at him, and for a split second, Mickey looks younger, like the high school boy that used to bring Ian to his knees. But in reality, they’re in their mid-twenties and they’re starting to get lines on their faces, the teenagers they once were lost to the passing of a decade. Instead of letting the memories linger, he wills them down with a gulp. “Just till the end of the weekend.” OR: Ian comes home for Christmas and old habits die hard. Based on Tis the damn season by Taylor Swift.

Merry & Bright by @arrowflier

On the eve of their first Christmas in their own place, Ian and Mickey prepare to host their family and think about how much their lives have changed.

Hay It's Getting Cold Out by @depressedstressedlemonzest

Mickey wants to shelter the stray cat he's grown attached to outside the apartment complex.

just another mall rat monday by you_me_us

Ian and Mickey are both working in a mall when a winter storm hits, somehow they are the last employees left inside and they have to survive together for one night.

like looking through a fogged mirror by charlemint

"It snowed! Wake up, it snowed!" "Th'fuck?" Mickey grunts, sleep thick voice cutting into the quiet after the toddler's morning assault on his ears. "Gonna guess it snowed," comes a flat, sleep slurred voice behind him, the pair of arms circled around Mickey's middle tightening. "Snow day for you then, Kris Kringle?" Mickey asks, his lips turning up in a lazy smirk when the nickname earns him a swat to his hip.

Throw a Girl Around by @arrowflier

Kev and Vee are in town to start the year off right, and an afternoon of playing in the snow with the kids turns into an afternoon of giving Mickey shit. In other words, it's a day ending in y.

LET IT SNOW! by @restapesta

Lip thought the upcoming blizzard to be the perfect excuse to disappear from home for a while. What he didn't think of was anybody being at the Gallagher house as he did so, especially not Ian and Mickey.

Auld Lang Syne by @arrowflier

On New Year's Eve, Ian is looking forward to a fresh start. Mickey, not so much.

ablaze by @catgrassplantdad

Ian and Mickey finally put their new fireplace to good use.

Snowballs and Sneaking Out by @gallawitchxx

Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.

Notes on Optimism by @gallavichy

Mickey POV Cooperative Gameplay one-shot. Ian and Mickey take their Christmas trip to New York.

[scary-noodlesblog]

Soulbound Ch 6

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Soulbound Masterlist

(A/N): Reminder: I am skipping episodes Castiel isn't in unless it helps play into the story. If it doesn't I will do a lil flashback of sorts to show what (Y/N) went through in that episode.

After facing a case of an actual magic wishing well, or an ancient coin inside of it, the boys and I ended up having a "chick flick moment" as Dean calls them. Dean admitted that he remembers everything from Hell, and admitted that he lied about it. And I told the boys what I know about being bound to Castiel.

"So, (Y/N), Uriel said to ask you why you can see Castiel's wings." Sam starts after Dean apologized. We are standing on a pier, the three of us leaning on the railing as we look over the water. I stand between the two brothers, running my hand over my face.

I sigh, looking down at the water below, "I, uh, Castiel told me that my soul...is bound to his grace." 

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asks.

"Well, he explained it saying that every angel has someone they're tied to. And Castiel is tied to me. He said we are 'soulmates'." I explain nervously. "Though he said it's more like a guardian angel thing." 

"So what? Is he, like, in love with you or something?" Dean continues to interrogate.

I shrug and Sam says, "you're forced by God to be with him?"

I shake my head quickly, "N-No, Castiel said I have that choice. But it kind of felt like a reassurance more than the truth."

Dean grumbles, his eyebrows furrowed, "Son of a bitch."

~~~~~~~

Sam is pretending to be drunk, playing pool with a random bar patron named Brian. I sit at the bar nearby, watching with amusement while nursing a cocktail.

"Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just -- just give me a chance to win it back." Sam slurs his words.

Brian shrugs, "It's your cash."

Dean walks up to the pool table, "Excuse me. My brother's a little sauced to be making bets."

"He insisted." Brian says.

Dean gestures to his 'drunk' brother, "Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying."

Sam pretends to get annoyed, "Hey, shut up, Dean. I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine. You're drunk!" Dean snaps. These two should be actors.

Sam looks back at Brian, "Let's make it five hundred."

"Five hundred?" Dean asks incredulously.

Brian shrugs again, "Sure."

Sam holds up the wad of cash and slams it down on the pool table

Brian removes the pool triangle, setting it aside, "Five hundred. Your break."

Sam lines up his shot and breaks, sinking several pool balls into the pockets. Brian looks at him in shock as Sam looks up. 

His face seems to sober up as he tells Brian, "Keep the money." He tosses the pool cue on the table and walks off.

My eyebrows furrow as Dean asks, "Keep the money? What --" Then Dean stops, nudging me and pointing out Ruby.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I grumble, hopping off the barstool, following Dean as he follows Sam.

"Hey." Sam greets Ruby.

"Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near us." Dean says, gesturing to me and then himself. "Especially since she has an angel wrapped around her finger."

"Oh trust me, I'm aware of her angelic pet. I just have some info, and then I'm gone." The demon says.

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"I'm hearing a few whispers." She replies, looking at Sam.

"Ooh, great, demon whisperers -- that's reliable." Dean grumbles sarcastically.

"Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt." Ruby explains.

"Why? Who is she?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No idea." Ruby shakes her head, "But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do."

"Look, maybe we should check it out." Sam looks at me, then at Dean.

"Actually, we're working a case, but thanks." Dean lies, holding a new mug of beer.

Ruby can tell he's lying, her tone suspicious, "What case?"

"Uh, we've got leads, big leads." Dean continues to lie, making me bring my hand to my forehead in annoyance.

Ruby shakes her head again, "Sounds dangerous."

"Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important."

"I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done." Ruby gets up to leave but I stop her.

"Wait, wait, wait. This hospital Anna escaped from -- it got a name?"

~~~~~~~

Sam, Dean and I made it to the psychiatric hospital Anna was in, now in our FBI uniforms and talking to Anna's psychologist. 

"Of course I want to help however I can." She says.

"Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" I ask her, my hands in my pockets. Dean is searching around the room for anything unnatural, Sam is standing next to me.

The psychologist shakes her head, "Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."

"That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got 80 pounds on her." Dean says, holding his pen and notepad.

"We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door." She gestures to the door and walks out of the room, the three of us following.

Sam interrogates further, "Right. Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent."

The woman nods, "Two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends -- Bright future."

"So, what happened -- she just... flipped?" I ask.

"Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions." The psychologist explains.

I continue to ask, "What kind of delusions?"

"She thought demons were everywhere." She hands Sam Anna's sketchbook. Sam opens it and starts flipping through pages, I look at them over his shoulder.

"Interesting." Dean says.

"It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real." She explains, making Dean look up at her.

Dean chuckles, looking at the sketches as well. "Well, that -- that's just batty." Sam turns the next page, the top saying "The Rising of the Witnesses" with a creepy drawing of a girl. We all look at it in shock and Sam flips the next page. The top reads "Samhain The Next Seal is Broken", the bottom had an eerily accurate picture of Don's face, presumably when he was possessed by said demon. Dean speaks up again, "That's Revelations."

Sam and I nod, but the psychologist asks, "Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?"

Dean clears his throat, "It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation."

She nods, not fully believing him, "Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now."

~~~~~~~

Dean knocks on the door to Anna Milton's house, where her parents live, still in our FBI outfits. Dean peeks a little in the window of the front door after a few moments with no answer.

"Maybe they're not home." Dean suggests.

"Both cars in the driveway." I shrug, gesturing to the driveway next to the house. Dean tries the front door, finding it unlocked. 

Dean walks inside, "Mr. And Mrs. Milton?"

Sam and I follow behind him, Sam calling out, "We're from the sheriff's department. We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions."

I turn to the right of the front door, into the dining room, stopping in my tracks as I see Mr. and Mrs. Milton dead on the floor. Their throats had been slashed. I here Sam sigh as he comes up next to me, Dean following in after him.

Sam kneels down next to the bodies, running his fingers through a powder on the floor. He smells the powder and grunts, "Sulfur. The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl --"

Dean interrupts him, "Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around. All right, so, I'm 'Girl, Interrupted,'" Dean picks up a pile of mail, "and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box... Possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?"

I look up and walk over to the fireplace, picking up a picture of Anna and her parents, presumably in front of her father's church, "Hey, you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?"

Dean looks up at me and sets the mail down, "Yeah."

"Let me see 'em. Check this out." I point out the window on the church, matching one of the drawings Anna did. Both Winchesters look at the drawings, then at me.

"She was drawing the window of her church." Dean says.

"Over and over. If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?" I ask.

~~~~~~~

We enter the attic of the church, guns drawn just in case.

"Guys." Sam whispers, gesturing to someone hiding behind a stained glass pane, "Anna?" We quickly put away our weapons, "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean, and our friend (Y/N)."

"Sam? Not Sam Winchester?" Anna says, walking out from her hiding spot.

"Uh, yeah." Sam says.

Anna looks at Dean, "You're Dean. The Dean?"

Dean smirks a little, "Well, yeah. The Dean, I guess."

Anna then looks at me, "And you're (Y/N) Singer." 

I nod and give her a polite smile, "That's me."

"It's really you. Oh, my god. The angels talk about you." She looks at Dean again, "You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us." She moves her gaze to Sam, "And some of them don't like you at all." And she looks back at me, "You're bound to Castiel, Uriel really doesn't like you. They talk about you guys all the time lately. I feel like I know you."

Dean's eyebrows furrow, "So, you talk to angels?"

Anna shakes her head quickly, "Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... overhear them."

"You overhear them?" I ask.

"Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just... hear them in my head." Anna explains.

"Like... right now?" Dean questions.

She shakes her head again, "Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them."

"So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... tuning in to angel radio?" Dean chuckles.

"Yes. Thank you." Anna nods.

"Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?" Sam asks her.

"I can tell you exactly -- September 18th."

Dean looks at Sam and I, "The day I got out of Hell."

"First words I heard, clear as a bell -- 'Dean Winchester is saved'." Anna says.

"What do you think?" Dean asks his brother.

Sam scoffs, "It's above my pay grade, man."

"Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad. They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel." Dean chuckles, obviously flirting with her.

She smiles back at him for a moment, but asks, "Hey, um, do you know -- are my parents okay? I -- I didn't go home. I was afraid."

The door slams shut, Ruby rushing in behind us. "You got the girl. Good, let's go."

"Her face!" Anna yells, horrified. She takes many steps back, and I walk up to Anna in a poor attempt at comforting her.

Sam holds his hand up to reassure the red head, "It's okay. She's here to help."

"Yeah, don't be so sure." Dean grumbles.

"We have to hurry." Ruby urges.

"Why?" I ask, standing between Anna and Ruby.

"Because a demon's coming -- big-timer. We can fight later." The demon says.

"Well, that's pretty convenient -- showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?" Dean asks.

Ruby shakes her head, "I didn't bring him here. You did."

My eyebrows crinkle in confusion, "What?"

"He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go now."

"Guys." Sam says, pointing to a statue of the Virgin Mary who has blood dripping from it's eyes.

"It's too late. He's here." Ruby says.

I look at Anna, pulling her by the arm to a closet, "Okay. Stay in there. Don't move."

"Okay." Anna murmurs fearfully. I walk back down to where Dean, Sam and Ruby are. Sam takes out a flask of holy water and Ruby, being the bad influence as always says, "No, Sam, you got to pull him right away."

"Whoa, hold on a sec." Dean responds.

Ruby looks from Sam to Dean, "Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going darkside. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die."

We all look at each other for a moment before Sam outs the holy water away. Heavy footsteps can be heard approaching as we all watch the door. It bursts open revealing a man in a suit. Sam raises his hand to exorcise the demon. It's eyes change to completely white instead of the black like normal. The demon coughs, "That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam."

The demon tosses Sam down the stairs. I splash my own holy water at the demon, making him grunt in pain as his skin sizzles. He grits his teeth and backhands me hard enough to send me flying into a beam, my back connecting with the wood. I hear more scuffling, assuming Dean is fighting the demon now. I groan and use the beam as support to stand up. 

"Hello again, Dean." The demon has Dean pinned to another beam, his nose bleeding as the demon punches him repeatedly. "Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot -- I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell." The demon punches him again.

"Alastair." Dean says, finally putting a name to this asshole. I see Sam coming back up the stairs so I get off of the beam, ignoring the pain in my back as I run up and jump on Alastair's back. It at least momentarily distracts him from Dean as he tries to get me off. I grit my teeth as his elbow connects with my ribs. Sam takes advantage of the situation, getting Ruby's knife and stabbing Alastair...in the shoulder.

The demon grunts, "You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son." he throws Sam to the side before reaching over his shoulders and yanking me off, slamming my back onto the floor. The wind gets knocked out of me, making me cough. Alastair turns away from us, trying to yank the knife out.

Sam helps me up, then goes to Dean. The three of us look at each other, then to a large stained glass window. We all make a break for it, sprinting to the window. Our bodies shatter the glass and we hit the Earth below.

~~~~~~~

Sam grunts as he sews a large cut on his arm. Dean is in the bathroom, I can hear the water running. I sit at the dining table, my arm laying flat on the surface. My wrist is swollen and I can't move my hand too much.

"Are you almost done?" Dean asks as he walks out.

Sam grunts again, "I'm going as fast as I can."

"Good, 'cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here." Dean gestures to his arm that's curled to his stomach.

"Yeah. I'll pop it back when I'm finished." Sam groans as Dean takes a large swig from a whiskey bottle. I don't mention my probably sprained wrist and take the whiskey bottle from Dean, drinking some myself.

"Gimme that," Sam gestures for the bottle and I hand it to him. He groans as he pours some of the alcohol on his wound to disinfect it.

"So, you lost the magic knife, huh?" Dean asks.

Sam grunts again, "Yeah, saving your ass. Who the hell was that demon?"

"No one good. We got to find Anna." Dean says.

"Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay." Sam stands up from the bed, "All right. Come on." Sam puts his hands on Dean's shoulder, "On three. One..." I cringe as Dean's shoulder pops back into place, Dean letting out a yell of pain. He groans and sits down in front of me with an ace wrap.

Dean gently grabs my arm, just below my wrist and starts to wrap it, "You sure about Ruby? 'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us." I grit my teeth as Dean tries to wrap my wrist as gently as possible. Sam comes up behind me, "I need to check your back." I nod quietly, Sam lifts the back of my shirt just enough to see the large bruise from where my back connected with the beam, then the ground.

Sam's fingers press into my back, checking for any broken ribs again, "No, she took Anna to keep her safe." 

I squeeze my eyes shut as Dean finishes wrapping my wrist, "Yeah. Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?"

"Because that demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again. That's why he let us go." Sam says.

"You call this letting us go?" I grunt as Sam presses particularly hard on my bruise.

"Yeah, I do. Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing. That's why, for now, we just got to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us. No broken ribs." Sam says pulling my shirt back down. 

"How's she gonna do that?" Dean pauses, "Why do you trust her so much?"

"I told you." Sam comes back over with two ice packs, putting one on my wrist and handing Dean the other one.

"You got to do better than that. Hey, and I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to know more. I mean, I deserve to know more." Dean says.

"Because... she saved my life." Sam responds. He goes on to explain how Ruby came back from Hell with another demon to kill Sam. Ruby double crosses that demon and Sam forces her to leave the secretary she's possessing. Ruby finds Sam again later, with proof that she's possessing a girl who was in a coma and that her spirit was gone. And he unfortunately talks about how they slept together. 

After getting chastised by Dean and I about how gross that is, Sam says that after, he put together omens that Lilith was in the area. He says how Ruby accused him of wanting to fight Lilith and die trying, so that he didn't have to live without Dean. Ruby tried to stop him but he went anyway. Sam says how he went to the house of a little girl that Lilith was possessing, seeing her sitting at the dining table surrounded by sweets. He quietly made it around the house until he reached the dining room. The girl turns around crying that she wants to go home and Sam was attacked from behind. Two demons almost kill Sam but Ruby shows up, fighting them off so Sam can take the little girl and run. Sam comes back and saves Ruby with his powers, successfully exorcising the demon with his mind. 

"Ruby came back for me. Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me... It's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here." Sam finishes his story.

We sit in silence for a moment before a knock sounds on the door, "Housekeeping."

"Not now!" Dean responds.

"Sir, I've got clean towels." The maid says through the door.

I get up and open the door with my non-injured arm, "Couldn't you just leave 'em at the door?"

The maid pushes her way inside, closing the door, then the curtains, "I'm at this address." She hands Sam a piece of paper.

Sam chuckles, "I'm sorry. What?"

The maid gestures to the bathroom, "Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car, don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."

"Ruby?" I ask.

"Okay, yes, so I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me." The maid, or, Ruby says.

"What about --" Sam starts.

"Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there. Go!" Ruby leaves the room and we do as we are told.

~~~~~~~

Ruby opens the door to the cabin as we get there, "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, thanks." Sam walks up to Anna, Dean and I following him further into the cabin. "Anna, are you okay?"

Anna nods, "Yeah. I think so. Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life."

Sam nods and Dean speaks up, "Yeah, I hear she does that." Dean looks over at Ruby, "I guess I... You know."

"What?" Ruby asks, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I guess I owe you for... Sam. And I just wanted... you know..." Dean clears his throat.

"Don't strain yourself."

"Okay, then. Is the moment over?" Ruby nods at Dean, " Good, 'cause that was awkward." 

I walk over to Ruby as I hear Anna ask, "Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked."

I look at Ruby, not as awkwardly at Dean, "Thanks for saving my brother." I give her a grateful smile. 

She simply gives me a soft smile in return and a nod, "Of course."

I tune back into the conversation with Sam and Anna, "Look, I'm sorry." Sam apologizes.

"No, they're not..." Anna's voice breaks.

"Anna, I'm sorry." Sam says, Anna breaking down into sobs.

We all give her apologetic glances as Anna cries, "Why is this happening to me?"

Sam puts his hand on her back, trying to comfort her, "I don't know."

Anna sits up with a gasp, suddenly fearful. "They're coming."

The lights above us start to flicker, the electricity crackling.

"Back room." I say, helping Ruby lock the doors and windows. Sam takes Anna to the back room, then comes back out. Dean is rifling through the duffel bag for weapons. Dean hands Sam and I guns as Ruby looks for the knife, "Where's the knife?"

"Uh... about that..." I say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

"You're kidding." Ruby yells.

"Hey, don't look at me." I look at Sam.

"Thanks a lot." He grumbles and I give him a cheeky smile.

"Great. Just peachy. Impeccable timing, guys, really."

The front door starts to shake violently before bursting open. Wind gusts inside before we hear the familiar sound of wings. Castiel enters, followed by Uriel, making me sigh in relief. 

"Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day." Dean pleads.

Uriel cocks his head at Ruby, "Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?"

"We're here for Anna." Castiel interjects. 

"Here for her like... here for her?" I ask.

Uriel looks at me, snapping, "Stop talking. Give her to us."

"Are you gonna help her?" Sam asks the angels.

Castiel speaks up again.

"No, she has to die."

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was thinking recently about an au where crowley fully commits to becoming human and takes the cure and like. i mean he'd probably be a witch right. we've seen him use spells and rituals and hex bags so i assume he'd learn more advanced witchcraft without his demon powers

and i'd like to add that despite rowena being one of the most powerful witches in the world i think he'd definitely have too much pride to ask her to tutor him. like what you're 400 years old and you're going to go to your mom to learn magic? absolutely not. i think he'd just suck it up and comb through the bunker's library looking for different spells to learn. and it'd take him a while to figure out it out but eventually he gets the hang of it and starts practicing a completely different branch of magic to rowena's and even making his own spells

but i also think that with sam being rowena's apprentice and also the most type a bitch alive he and crowley would get SO competitive about it and it'd devolve into a rivalry where they try to one-up each other with increasingly convoluted dangerous spells. and eventually this escalates into a full on witch battle where dean and cas are cowering in the corner as crowley and sam hurls spells at each other and completely destroy the war room casting shit like oblivion laser or smth. dean is frantically calling rowena for help. little does he know that she's watching the whole thing with a scrying spell and placing bets with some other witches on who's going to win. she's got 200 bucks on sam, he's just been turned into a rat and he's going for crowley's ankles

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My ask got too long so I’ll send a 2 parter, hopefully Tumblr doesn’t eat one of them.i’ve always valued your opinions on spn things (feel free to ignore this ask if you don't feel like answering lol). i'm a big dean!girl, but love both brothers and can see good and bad qualities in both (which you should be able to if they're well-written), and i try to follow people-not necessarily with the same views as me, but similar ish.

i like to be challenged on my opinions, but i also don't wanna be triggered everytime i come here. but ALL i see these days are abuser!dean, how basically every action of his is so negative and selfish and awful. And if it’s not hate, then it’s the fetishizing of it, like «Oh yes he’s so abusive and there’s nothing hotter!!!» And I’m always like.. whatever floats your boat but is this all there is???? I guess my question is, what’s your take on these arguments? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

hallo anon -- loving both brothers is the right and true move, so good on you, you're taking in the show as it exists.

I really don't know what's going on with the gals these days. I hear some people calling them 'atticwifers' -- it gags me, lol, but it's a good description. We should pause and put in a thing here which is: people do a lot of stuff for porn reasons, and if they're doing it for porn reasons I don't care at all. Go on with your bad self. Whatever you're jilling to is between you and the magic button, and if that's lolita sammy getting turned on big bad dean's big bad dick then I hope it's satisfactory. Don't forget to hydrate. When we talk about actual analysis, however -- oh boy.

(And also, really, who cares if someone's bad at analysis. Most people are. It's just when it's this pervasive that it starts to chap my tits, and I have nice tits. They shouldn't be chapped!)

My actual take is that these are not "arguments" but rather a long-form version of self-inserts. Y/n is meant to be taking it up the duff from Sam, not pretending you are him. Nevertheless that seems to be what's happening. By which I mean--

You hate your dad. He's such a dick. He's a man, and men are mean and gross and evil and white men especially so, ick. Fuck the patriarchy!! Men like sports and they like beer and they like red meat and they like 70s rock music and they like big muscle cars and they like porn and don't apologize for it and they (and this is the worst part) sometimes they tell you what to do, or have expectations of you, and they're so annoying and brutish and dumb. By contrast, you are someone who fancies themself an intellectual -- maybe you don't feel like you fit in with your family. Maybe you don't like beer or big cars or 70s rock music. You're the blonde chick in the Munsters. So, who's your favorite Winchester brother?

Is he even really a brother? Honestly he's so woman-coded. He's just like you! He doesn't even really like beer ignore that he drinks it constantly; he doesn't even like red meat, he's probably vegan/vegetarian ignore that he chows down on burgers and chicken on screen; he hates Dean's stupid bad music ignore that he sings along and enjoys it; he's practically ace, honestly, he doesn't even grossly pursue women, I bet he's really queer ignore the rapacious fucking of various on-screen women and the literal boner dream he has about eating out Bela.

He never even did anything wrong! He got led into all the bad choices he was forced to make! If Dean and his evil, awful, horrible dad weren't so shitty, he'd be okay and he'd be at college and he'd be living his best vegan lesbian life while listening to your favorite bands ignore that he's the protagonist of a fantasy-horror television show and has repeatedly stated on screen that he knew he was making bad choices, and that the reasons were deeply complicated but he understands that they were his own choices, and that even when given choices later on he continues to hunt, and stay with his brother, because he might genuinely like both of those things.

See, if the bae that you project on is always the victim and blameless, then he (you) get to be holy, too. He (you) didn't do anything wrong. He's a poor acted-upon lamb who didn't have any choice in the matter, and by the way he will always be fucked and not be the one fucking because he has to not show any masculine icky desire, because that would make him unclean and wrong and evil like his nasty big brother/dad Dean, and that just doesn't work with how I project myself onto him. Oh whoops, that came out of parentheses.

--So the thing is that alllll that shit has to exist in the context of Dean (and John, but Dean is the representative on earth) being Awful and Shitty and Abusive and Bad because then it makes Sam more Sainted and Holy and Perfect. Even the flaws become mary-sue-ified. Sure he did that bad thing but only because Dean made him. And then, actually, because Dean's quite handsome after all, if Sam (you) get abusively fucked by him, that's fun to imagine, too -- it's ravishment porn, with two safe layers in between. You get all the fun of the orgasm without any of the icky culpability of actually wanting it, or -- god forbid! -- being a positive actor in the pursuit of it. Hopefully Sam was tied up and crying during the act so he can really, really be blameless.

Atticwifed!Sam does not exist in the show Supernatural that was on the WB/CW. Like at any point. But he exists in many jerkoff fantasies, for better or worse, and I guess after enough gooning it's too hard to see the reality past the fantasy. Which is too bad. I'm sure they disapprove of Busty Asian Beauties for being poor representation, and then they keep putting out... this.

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All Star (Millie Bright x GN Reader) Featuring WSL + BPL players

Warning: Swearing, Mature content

Sam Kerr XL VS Erling Haaland XL

A massive day in English football that was arriving. The Women's Super League and The Premier League were in a agreement to have a All Star match. Both teams made up from Stars of the WSL and the PL and the week would draw a lot of inspiration from the NBA all star week, Contests, Celebrity match, etc

Even though their was some concerns about the players playing too much, the game would be in off season and players had a choice to play if they wanted too. The idea of playing with some of the best in the country and friends was a exciting idea so when where contacted to be apart of Pep's side you jumped at the chance

Much Excitement was gathering for the event, especially since you was contacted to be apart of the Haaland XL and would take on the Kerr XL. The days following up to the event was press, media and training with the teammates for the match. The likes of Haaland, Mead, Foden, Son, TAA, Leah Williamson, Walker and more. Whilst the other team would have Sam Kerr, KDB, Russo, Millie Bright, Daly, Ederson and more.

During training camp you met with friends like Mead, Leah and Heung Min Son and new like Haaland, Lauren Hemp, Thiago Silva just to name a few.

Training camp was filled with banter, fun and energy. You loved being around the league's top stars that sometimes it you had to pinch yourself to see if this was real.

"Ok team, this will be the line up for the game. everyone will have time on the pitch. Even though this is a game of fun, I'm sure we all don't like to lose" Pep said in a light hearted tone which was responded with smiles and head nods. The slide would show the line up and you study it.

GK - Mary Earps

DEF- Walker, McCabe, Le Tissier, Sliva

MID - Williamson, Son, Foden

ATT - Y/N, Haaland, Hemp

You smiled at the line up, This team looked good and the bench was good too. You felt a nudge behind you to see Haaland and received a high five turned into a fist pump. Hemp who was sitting next to you also did the same. Leah, Son and Foden would just be magic. the back 4 screamed hard work and aggression and Mary had that passion to motivate the entire team. You, Hemp and Haaland is a dangerous trio. Hemp with her pace and quick thinking, Haaland is well Erling Haaland and you were the Top Goal scorer in the F.A cup and Champions league last season. This Team was powerful.

The meeting went on as Pep gave game plans and who would most likely deal with who. Like the defence and Mary having to hold off Sam Kerr and Salah. Midfield up against Rice, KDB, Cuthbert and Toone.

"Y/N, Hemp,Haaland. You will most likely be up against Trippier" You rubbed your chin, he can be a challenge "Steph Houghton" You lean forward excitement filled you as you go up against a lioness legend "Harry Maguire" You smirked at the easy challenge "And Millie Bright" Your smirked turned into a full blown evil smile, Not only would you a Arsenal Striker go up against a Chelsea captain but you LOVED challenges and Millie fitted that category. You looked at your attacking teammates who also looked intrigued and ready untill "I got a tenner on F/N making one of them break" you hear McCabe say from the back who made the room laugh, you turned to her with you smile on show. What did McCabe mean by her bet? Well you had a reputation..............for being one of the biggest shit talkers there is.

Whenever you were marked by a defender you just talked...and talked.... and talked until you were in their head or made them so irritated that they would try and two foot you and not be able to focus most of the time you catching them off guard and finding yourself through on goal

One thing that everyone knew about you when playing

No one could shut you up.

"I SAY TWENTY!" Hemp shouts taking the bet on you gave an eye roll

"THIRTY AND A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME IF IM WRONG!" You had to double take as Son jumped in on it which threw you off "SONNY!" you said flabbergasted as the rest of the team were taking that bet

"HUNDRED!" You turned to Pep and gave him a really look

"I HAVE ONE FOR YOU F/N!" you turned back to Leah " Millie is a tough one and won't be easily broken" You tilted your head a little bit, interest building "If you can get Bright to break, I will be your assistant for a 24 hours" The room filled with oohs as you crossed your arms leaning back, biting your tongue, feeling a nudge from Hemp as Son put his hands on your shoulders and shock you "Go on!" Son said "Yeah you can make her suffer" Hemp said You smiled at your friends

"And if I don't?"

"You would my assistant for a full day" You smirked and leaned forward "And then McCabe's for another 24 hours" Your smirk dropped god knows what Katie would make you do. The Team were enjoying every moment of this after the brief thought, You knew you were the best at it when it came to cracking people. You turned to Katie who had the most terrifying smile you have ever seen in your life and past lifes. Leah walked over to you with a smug and extended her hand "do we have an accord" she said in a posh accent

"I Accept" You stood up and shock to the team clapping and voicing excitement. As Leah back to her seat you gently pulled her towards you with a evil smirk "Sonny!" You said gaining the Korean's attention "Yes?" "You don't happen to have a spare Tottenham shirt i can borrow right?" You asked in a innocent voice to which Leah's grin dropped and the blood drained from her face as the room started to giggle. "Yes i do, Why would you need one" He said smiling innocently "Just thinking Leah suits white and black clothing" Leah gave you a glare before returning to her seat.

The bet was on!!!!!

After many training sessions, interviews, social media posts, recordings for tv and youtube

The day was here, The team arrived at a sold out Wembley Stadium. Fans were on a high to watch football, see interactions they thought they would never see. The whole team was excited and determined to have a great match.

The team would go out for the last training session on the field before the game, it was there you would see the other team on the other side of the pitch and there she was. Your challenge Millie Bright, you looked at the Lioness she was quite the looker and you shamelessly checked her out. But then had an idea that hopefully would work, It was simple. She just needed to look at you. and thankfully she did.

She caught you looking at her and she nodded at you but frowned at little when you didn't nod back. She waved but all you did was smirk and went back to warm up. You were all ready trying to get inside the Chelsea captain's head.

The match was about to start, you walked out to the field with your team and waiting to shake the enemy teams hand and say good games and such. As you looked around you had to admit. Being in Wembley, on the pitch in front of that crowd was something.

You felt like a immortal everytime you played there, the cheers, the atmosphere. To you Wembley was the stage where legends made. And you know that after you scored the last minute goal for arsenal in the F.A Cup final against West Ham last season. You loved it here.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as you saw Sam Kerr approach you, clasping your hand and both winking at each other before saying "Have a good game" and this would continue down the line until you held Millies hand and gave a smirk which made frown a little bit.

As the match kicked off, you went to your position and found yourself marked by Millie. You glanced at Hemp who gave you a smile and raised her eyebrows at you

"This gonna be a great match" you said to Mille "Yeah it's crazy it's happening" She said in a happy voice

"Too bad i didnt get the male chelsea captain to deal with"

"Ooh is that How's it gonna be?" Millie replied in a amused voice as she glanced at you as you just gave a smirked.

A couple minutes later, you would find yourself running through on goal and was heading towards goal as you feel Millie trying to push you off the ball as Eddison was ready to challenge you. As Millie tried to kick the ball away she ended up dragging you down but you got a kick out of it but Eddison's fingers tip skimmed the ball enough to divert it to the post.

Next thing you knew you hit the ground hard as you felt someone fall on you. You looked at who was on top of you and was Millie "Sorry if that was a bit rough, you ok?" She said with her own smirk trying to get back at you. You couldn't help but get hot under the collar feeling her hot breath fall on you as she was on top of you but you remained composed

"Nah I'm good. I like it Rough, especially in the postion" you said in a flirty voice as you looked Millie up and down who responded with a flabbergasted face before she quickly got up and brushed herself off. You evilly cackle to yourself loud enough to hear.

Later as your team received a corner you would take your postion and felt a strong presence behind you. You glance to see Millie. She stood next to you as she got ready to fight in the air. You felt her hand on your waist.

"Oh Millie" You said in a fake shock but flirty voice. To which Millie give you a seconed look and glared at you. But heard McCabe cackle and you saw Kerr in front of you starting to chuckle. And a friendly bump on the arm by walker. But at that moment you heard the whistle and the ball was kicked in by Hemp and you locked on to the ball and was about to jumped but saw Haaland jump into the air for the header. You would jocky agaisnt Millie and you managed to throw off balanced so she couldn't challenge Haaland who buried it into the net.

Thr crowd cheered as the team chased Haaland but before you ran, you looked to Millie who was in the ground.

"That wasn't the brightest idea, Brighty!" You said before running off. Not noticing Rachel Daly heard the pun and couldn't help but feel proud at the pun. "It'd beginning to look like you gonna be wearing that spurs shirt Leah" Daly said as he walked past a worried Leah. Millie was being broken down slowly.

The game was 1-1 and you weren't slowing down with the jabs either, you tell Millie irratation was rising. "You seem to not be enjoying the match Millie. What could be wrong?" Nothing. You were standing behind her and couldn't see her face as you started to walk in front of her getting ready to make a run for the ball as the counter attack was coming "It's a nice view by the way Millie"

"What?"

"You backside"

"E-excuse me!" You heard her say in a shock voice as she stuttered the sentence out. In that moment before she could register you sprinted off towards the goal as Son lobbed the ball towards the goal as the chased it. "LITTLE SHIT!" You heard Millie shout trying to chase you down. The sentence threw her off long enough for you acceleration to get distance on her. You saw Maguire coming in for a tackle to which you did a Ronaldo chop to the left sending Maguire sliding in embarrassment. The crowd rained oohh and cheers, as you continued but the slight delay of the move let Millie catch up and you then would pull off a Cruyff turn which resulted in something the world rarely saw with Millie Bright. You sent Millie falling face first onto the ground, you didn't looked back as you ran towards the goal you were one on one with Eddison. Calm and collected to curled the ball past the Brazilian into the goal which led to cheers and claps as you ran off to find Son to thank him for the assist. "LETS GO SONNY BOY!" As you embraced each other and felt others join the bundle. Not knowing Bright was at her limit

Half time would come along and you would walk back to the locker room not before noticing a glare from Millie

You sat down waiting for Pep to talk about the game plan and you felt hands on your shoulders "I can't see much from my postion but I think you winning this bet L/N" you hear Mary Earps say. You turn to her "yeah I feel bad though, hopefullyshe doesn't kill me" you grimaced "Oh she is gunning for you. I saw her face and know what that face means. Whatever happens Just apologise after the game. Hopefully you haven't pushed her too far that we never see you again" She said patting you in the back. Rest of the team walked in over the next couple minutes.

After the talk about the game plan and getting ready to go back out, you see Leah "You seem quiet Leah" Leah sighed

"Cause she bit off more then she could chew" Foden cheekly said as he grabbed a drink "Are you really gonna make her wear a Tottenham shirt? Couldn't be me" Declan Rice said giving you a friendly punch on the arm Leah groaned in annoyance "I'm getting annoyed here" She voiced in the room "So is Bright, You gonna be a good assistant" hear McCabe say as you and her step put of the locker room "ATLEAST I DIDN'T GET BOOKED A YELLOW!" You hear Leah shout at Katie before the door shut behind you, leaving you and Katie laugh as you walk back to the field

You were running into the box as a counter attack was on and Rice lobbed the ball into the box and you went to for the ball but felt a pain in your back sending flying as you jumped and just narrowly missing the goal post and falling to the ground. You gasped the wind was knocked out of you and winced "Jesus" you said sat up and saw Millie staring at you "Oh are you ok? I didn't break you did i?" She said in a sarcastic tone. You smirked "Yeah I deserve that one" you winched as you sat up "Yeah ya did brat" as she walked towards to you and extended her hand. You accepted her hand "Though I must say, You hit me so hard I started to angels. Then one helped me up" You winked at her "Oh for the love of"

*Whistle blows*

You notice the sub board

You run off to the sideline not before clapping and sending love to the crowd, high fiving the team and the enemy team

You glanced at Leah and wiggled your eyebrows. You won the bet and she looked miserable and fearful for that 24 hours

You approached your replacement Bethany England who became a close friend of yours during the All star team training.

You doubled high fived her "She all weared down for ya Bethy" She smiled and shook her head "GO GET ONE" You shouted to the the Tottenham captain

The match ended 5-3 to your team. You would shake hands and show respects

"Oi Millie!" You saw her coming towards you, You put your hands up as a sign of meaning no harm "You really a tough defend-Oof" She shoulder barged you into a stagger and walked to her team. You looked at her leave and then glanced at Daly who gave you, you are in trouble and I fear for your life look. You were shaken from your thoughts by two Tottenham players calling you. You turned with a smile and jogged to Son and Bethany for the trophy lift.

You be lying if you said you didn't feel bad about Millie. You admit you did a bit much especially in efforts for a bet. You found yourself in a secluded area of the hotel both teams would away for the night. You asked Leah if you could have Millies contact details in efforts to apologise. To which she did even after the endless teasing from the team after losing the bet. The team all agreed that Millie cleary let you in her head. You messaged the lioness

"Hey Millie, it's Y/N. Leah gave me your number. I wanted to apologise for my actions I got carried away and went to far in my shit talking today and I am at the hotel and I wanted to apologise in person. If you want nothing to do with me I understand"

"What door number and I will you at 11 pm"

You responded with the door and was left on read thus leading to you waiting outside your door with it open with anxiety building

"OI L/N!" You eyes snapped to the voice and there she was a furious lion that was Millie Bright marching towards you that you would say was murderous intent. Oh she gonna kill you. You put your arms up in defence

"Ok Millie, I'm sorry I really messed and you are very right to be piss-" You were cut off by Millie shoving into your room sending you stumbling. You hear the door slam and felt Millie grabbed you and put you agaisnt the door. You breath quicken as her face was inches away from yours as her breath was heavy and her eye were starring into your soul.

You gulped

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She grabbed both your wrist pining them above you head as she aggressively captured your lips with hers, shocking you, you tried to fight out of it. but couldnt help kiss back. She put her hand under your shirt rubbing your abs and grinded against you. You couldn't help but submit to this lioness. The frustration you gave her today made her lose it

You started to moan as she controlled you like her own toy. You could feel Millie smirk before slipping her tongue in your mouth. You were in bliss, Millie was pushing all the right buttons like you pushed hers on the field.

She stopped for a breather "Holy-"

She then kissing your neck lightly making you shut up tried to fight back moans.

"Such a brat" her kissing became harsher and harder making you curl your toes and move you hands against Millies hold but she was freakishly strong.

Millie stopped and locked eyes with you

"You are going to make up for today" you looked at her helpless as you felt her hand move from your waist to your backside and she grouped. "I can't wait to see that view." She said in a devilous voice as she grouped your backside You were in a trance, you couldn't look away from her and you were still trying to control your breathing.

"But since I didn't get a trophy today, I'm going to take another one and mark it" She said lickling her lips before biting down on your neck and sucked on it. Making your wide eyed. Squeezing you fists and your voice caught in your throat. You let herself submit under her control as she continued to grope and pull you towards her grinding movements. "F-fuck M-millie" you said as you felt her mark your neck

"We will" She said grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed and pinned you down. You were still trying to process what was happening.

"What's wrong? I thought you like it rough?" She said in a seductive voice lifted up your shirt to your neck. "And this postion" you placed kisses from the top of your abs and went lower

Making you feel scared but filled with excitement

She went Iower

You moaned as you closed your eyes

She went lower

It was at this moment you was Millies trophy for the rest of the night

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You eyes fluttered open as you felt a hand play with your hair and stroke your head. You turned into the body you were intangled with and pressed your face into thier chest.

"Morning my Trophy" you heard the voice of Millie as you felt the vibrations of her speaking and looked up to her still half asleep. You felt her move strays of hair out of your face "You look cute when your all tuckered out" she said teasing you giving you pleasant flashbacks of the events of last night. "You say it like I didn't enjoy it" you gave a weak smile "Oh I know you enjoyed" She sat up slightly and drew you closer to her as she pecked your lips "I heard you enjoy it" You started to sheepishly smile, she pecked you again "I felt you enjoy it" you hid your face in her neck, pecking her neck and ribbing you face trying to hide

"Looks like I figured out how to finally shut you up"

The End

Well that was a different type of story I'm used to writing well the end part. I hope you guys enjoyed it and got a laugh and a gasp out of it.

I really wanted to write a story involving male and female footballers and I tried to make it work. Please let me know if you liked that idea btw

Please send feedback, If you want more Millie imagines request them 😁

[sgiandubh]

This is a thank you, not an ask. I guess I would be classified as a lurker in the Tumbler world since I primarily only read what others write.  But I did make a comment to you once and you responded so you made me feel comfortable enough that I could send this to you.  Shippers have unknowingly been helping me stay sane these past few years.  My husband has Alzheimer’s with Aphasia and I have been his sole caretaker for a long time.  Having this responsibility is not for the faint of heart. One day in early 2019 I stumbled across Outlander and like a lot of others, was in, hook, line and sinker and Jamie & Claire and Sam & Cait became part of my daily life.  Last week I had to place my husband in a memory care facility.  It was an agonizing decision and I prayed for a sign that this was the right move.  As stupid as this may sound, I think my prayer was answered.  On the second day he made a friend.  His name is Jamie.  Only in the Outlander world would this have any meaning, but we've now got a sweet Jamie in our lives.  You may officially call me crazy.  Thank you to you and all the other shippers for all the smiles and happiness you've brought to me and many others. It kept me going.

Dear @jovialchaoslover,

By all means, do not thank me, even if I felt incredibly moved and honored by your submission, on behalf of the entire OL Shipper community. In fact, I should thank you, because for all those name calling and finger pointing Anons, you get to read something as genuine, moving and personal. These moments are rare and precious (and should remain so). They make you feel useful, in a very unexpected way.

You are one of those daily life unsung heroes and I want you to know that you are probably way stronger than you would ever think. I can only imagine the kind of experience you are now going through, even if I am (like many daughters, all around the world) only too aware of the cruelty with which old age sometimes disfigures beloved family members. I have only a remote idea of my own grandmother's quick descent into dementia and death, but I do have a very direct experience of the grueling toll it took on our family. Especially on my own mother, who let everything go and cared for her until the very last moment.

With the proper care solution in place, you will find yourself with a lot of time on your hands. A spare time you perhaps forgot existed. Please (I urge you) use it wisely and never forget this is all about you. You more than deserve it and the moment is now. I may know a thing or two about emptiness and void. They are incredibly enticing and treacherous. Please try and do something for you every single day. It does not matter if it is important or completely futile: it is about YOU and changing the angle will change everything. Remember the wonderful woman I am sure you are and try to reconnect with her. I can promise you she is not very far and I bet she misses you, too.

Last but not least, let me tell you that I will never call you crazy for having shared that Jamie story with us. I think it was very brave of you and I can confidently tell you it even has a name. What you experienced is called synchronicity and it is part of the tiny and personal magic of daily life. People as serious as Carl Gustav Jung dedicated their life to try and make some sense of this. And it all started with one of his patients (he was a shrink) describing a very vivid, recurrent dream of hers, that featured a scarab beetle. At the very same time, they both saw a scarab beetle (uncharacteristically) tapping on the window. The woman was not instantly cured (psychoanalysis does not exactly work like this), but it helped both of them overcome a very frustrating communication barrier.

That Jamie story is a real synchronicity, too, because it is meaningful for you and nobody else. It happened for a reason you are the only one to understand, in time. I could talk about it for hours and link it (as Jung did) with my beloved I Ching or with a couple of dead(ly) serious German philosophers, for some extra gravitas. But I am not going to over-complicate things. You got this. You are strong and brave and believe it or not, I am sure you are also loved by many.

I also think Caitriona Mary Balfe and Sam Roland Heughan should read your ask, finally understand their magic brought solace to many, many people around the world and get their damn act together for Season 8. But that is a different story altogether.

For the rest, if you want, we will be here for you. Me and probably other kind people on this side of the fence. Anytime you want, here or in DM. It may not be much, but it is something.

PS: that may or may not have brought a #silly tear, you know.

[hgb94]

Nein in Hindsight: CR2E8

Real fun time for Caleb having everyone fixate on his reaction to burning a guy alive. (14:00)

Early Caleb and Beau banter fills my heart with joy. "You look like a nerd." (17:30)

Our first good Caleb and Beau conflict with her calling him out on hiding away the glove of blasting and not being forthcoming about shit. I feel like a lot of their conflicts spring out of a very fun clash in their responses to their personal traumas. Beau's experience of being betrayed or controlled by authority figures in her life gives her a strong resistance to anyone taking away control or choice or hiding things from her, and meanwhile Caleb's over here desperately grasping for control over his circumstances while he pursues the one goal he's got to live for, while also being shifty as hell trying to hide all the skeletons in his closet, and Beau's just like "What the fuck is your deal, man?" I'm so excited for Bowlgate again, that's one of my favorite moments of conflict I can remember in CR. (33:00)

Watching early Jester interactions with the Traveler is so fun with the knowledge that he's just Artagan getting way in over his head while he tries to be a god. (44:00)

Beau's mail fraud continues to lead Jester toward discovering the identity of her father. (55:30)

A fun case of Jester's "party first" morality. She'll happily pass off hyena ears as gnoll ears to get some extra pay and think nothing of the lie, why not? It's not hurting anyone and it helps her and her friends. (1:00:30)

"We are so excited over chump change to Vox Machina." I think one of the reasons why C2 grew into my favorite over C1 (outside of it just having the perk of being my first 'live watch' experience after I binged C1) is how much I love watching the low level hardscrabble life, rejoicing over the windfall of 150 gold, the edge of anxiety in every fight where resurrection magic still lies so far out of reach, the slow travel and lengthy night watches as they go town to town without the perk of teleportation magic to speed things up, idk, the vibes are just good. (1:03:10)

And the Mighty Nein are born. How much was Matt losing his shit with the Eyes of Nine rolling around in the back of his mind? (1:04:00)

Caleb's continual hunt for the highest quality paper and inks. Ah, the wizard lifestyle, it's an expensive one. (1:09:10)

"The Ruby of the Sea says hello." I love you, Jester Lavorre. (1:12:48)

Meanwhile, we have Caleb in the background petting Frumpkin to distract himself while they get Fjord a letter of recommendation to the Soltryce academy. (1:13:30)

I have a tragically shit memory for my own reactions during the first watch of this campaign (main reason why I'm documenting all of this for myself on the second go around), but I remember that Marion Lavorre was not what I was expecting from after this initial description of the most famed courtesan on the Menagerie Coast. (1:15:00)

Beauregard "Daddy issues" Lionett still making a very good point 'why do you want to live with your dad that you've never met?' 'sometimes father's are disappointing,' while Caleb "I killed my loving and wonderful parents and would like to rewrite time to undo that" Widogast is fully onboard and understanding of Jester seeking out this man she only knows from a story her mom told her. (1:23:00)

Very fun to see Beau interrogating Caleb about whether he’s got kids while the Secret Parent at the table is fully sliding under the radar. Also Veth fully bullshitting facts about her goblin age and history. Her birthday? Goblins don’t have birthdays, don’t worry about it. And Sam makes it all sound so believable, he lies to them constantly with nobody ever getting any idea. (1:25:40)

“This number (nine) coming up is so creepy, guys.” Yeah, Matt, I bet it is. (2:01:20)

“Oh man, did you see that? You thought you burned that other guy up, did you see how much you burned that–” Bless you, Jester. (2:23:25)

Caleb waking up screaming “Take them out, take them out!” Beau “One day we’re gonna have a real big talk about your issues.” Yeah, you are. Just give it about 10 more episodes. (2:29:00)

“The Dwendalian Empire kind of sucks, you guys.” Fun look at the three perspectives of the empire from the empire kids here. Caleb absolutely files away Beau’s negativity about the empire in response to Jester’s comment as a potential reason to trust her with his secrets in the future. (2:39:20)

Smh, Pumat Sol, you can't just be stealing a man's mud camouflage like that. (3:13:20)

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt.6 because somehow I'm the most productive in the middle of the night (the generator)

Tom: Why is there blood everywhere?

Luke: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife. Tom: You stabbed someone?! Luke: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife. AJ: Hey, what are you reading? Sam: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself. AJ: Impressive! I must have it for myself! Tom: So it’s just a Notebook? Sam: It’s just a Notebook. Tom: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Luke: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Tom: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back. Luke: Why are you telling me this, I don't care. Luke, right after Tom leaves the room: I miss him already. Luke: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead! Luke: You don't think I can fight because of my height! Sam: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Tom can fight in that dress either. Tom: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride. Tom: Why are you late? Sam: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness. Tom: Overslept? Sam: Overslept. Tom: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! AJ: It's kind of complicated, but Sam and Luke- Tom: Got it. Forget I asked. Sam: Luke is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life! Tom: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!

AJ: What's the signal when something goes wrong? Sam: We yell, "oh shit." Tom: ...That'll work. Luke: I bet you can’t make a sentence without the letter "A"! Tom: You thought you just did something there, didn’t you? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon. AJ: Fuck you. Sam: I’m totally useless. Tom: You’re not totally useless. Tom: You can be used as a bad example. AJ: When do you usually go to sleep? Luke: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods. Tom: Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Luke: No… not really. Tom: Are you going to do something about it? Luke: Hm… nah. Tom: Luke learned how to fold origami penguins from Sam the other day. I told him, "I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here." And the next day he put them in the fridge. Sam: I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth. Sam, barging in: Syphilis! AJ: Sam: AJ: Pardon? Luke, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Tom: ... Tom: What’s in the box? Luke: What woul- Tom: Luke, what’s in the box? Luke: I think you know. Sam: Today at 7 am, Tom poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Luke: I watched Tom brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm. AJ: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

[shallowseeker]

Zachariah's "Mary"

DEAN: (shaky) Sammy, let’s get out of here. MARY: Don’t you walk away from me. (Dean stops) I never loved you. You were my burden. I was shackled to you. Look what it got me. (She blinks and her eyes turn yellow.)

5x16

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Michael re: Dean + family

JACK: No. Dean -- he's strong. MICHAEL: He's a gnat. I'm a god. Who would you bet on? JACK: You don't know anything about Dean. MICHAEL: I'm in his head...literally. I know everything. Like, I know how sad he was when you died...on the outside. On the inside, well, it's not that he was happy -- he just didn't care. 'Cause you're not Sam. You're not Cas. You're a new burden that he was handed. You're a weak, helpless thing. You think that they care about you, love you? You're a job, a job none of them wanted. And you --

&

DEAN: Shut up! MICHAEL: You don't need them. You don't even like them. They're not your family -- they're your responsibilities. They're a weight around your neck.

14x10

BONUS:

DEAN: The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a stinking war... only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon... and later killed by one himself. That man got a bum rap around every turn. ... HENRY: I'm sorry. I wish I had been there for him. ... DEAN: Your responsibility was to your family, not some glorified book club!

8x12

&

JACK: NO! Leave me. I can't stop this. I'm coming apart. I don't want to hurt you. Don't let me hurt you. DEAN: Hey, hey, hey, we're not giving up on you, okay? (to Sam) Uh... magic. Magic. One of Rowena's spells. Come on, we've got to do something!

15x18

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Kids aint supposed to be grateful! They're supposed to eat your food and break your heart. 

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

hello dear pine! would you indulge me with 💖🦅👐 pretty please?

Hi sweet Ari !💞 That would be my pleasure to indulge you! You know me, I've got excited and wrote a lot eheh. Also, I'm tagging my dear @zae-heeyyy because you girls asked some of the same questions!! I think it's really cute, and I'm very grateful for both of you asking me things 🥹 here we go!

💖 What made you start writing?

Oh Jesus, this is bringing me way back. I started writing at a pretty young age. I remember loving writing when we had stories to create as homework at school. I think I started writing on my own because I've always had so many ideas clashing and tangling and bubbling up in my head that it was essential for me to get them down on paper; otherwise, my head would explode, or the ideas would fly out, and I didn't want that. I remember writing those cliché fantasy stories when I was a kid, with bad guys and heroes and magic powers all over the place. I still look at them dearly, even if they're pretty comical honestly!

Later, as a teenager, reading and writing became even more essential for me to feel okay. I got harassed in middle school, and I guess, like a lot of people, my own imaginary worlds were a sort of refuge. Back then I wrote to cope with my feelings a lot, I guess.

And finally now, as a young adult, I have got into writing again thanks to a certain blue-eyed grumpy cowboy, who somehow restarded those bubbling ideas in my head!

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Ah, I'm feeling self-conscious about not having a specific answer to that one!! This really depends on my mood and the fic I'm writing, actually! Usually, I don't really outline them though. I have a sort of rough "plot" in my head and I kind of... Let the words flow out of me on their own? Like I was only a vessel for them? (Oh, this is turning esoteric, lmao). The only time I actually outlined a fic was for Fantasies because I knew I wanted to write multiple parts of it, so I needed to keep things organized. This is probably why I'm struggling lately to get the first chapters of Red Adagio out, because for the first time, I'm actually trying to plan the whole thing and I'm not good at iiiit 😭

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Oooh you curious you! Talking about it, I've got a little something from Red Adagio, as it's the only thing I have the time and energy to write lately!

"Arthur fell asleep that night reminding of his past shared with the Jimmy Cassidy Gang. The heterogenous memories turning like the pages of a book before his eyes, tainted with those moonstruck chords of a nostalgic melody. Jimmy's deep and thunderous laugh that always made everyone jump, the way he always patted him on his shoulder, his hands the only ones bigger than his. Polly's sweet eyes and her horrendous habit of always betting things to tease him. The smell of wood, sun, and sweat that always came with them. The familiar, dancing and homey sound of their Scottish ballads, the ones Sean was so fond of because they reminded him of a home he had only known too shortly. In a way, their music always made him wistful about it too, even if he had never left Uncle Sam's lands. How can one be nostalgic about a home they never knew? And yet. His heart longs for those green pastures the songs talked about. And maybe for them, a bit, too. For Jimmy's old chewing tobacco that looked like charcoal. For Polly's old violin lulling him to sleep on nights when she couldn't find sleep, and never could he. For her toothy smile just above the fiddle that made her cheeks as round and red as two apples. Damn, it had been so long since he had written her a letter. More than a year now. Oh, he would get scolded endlessly for that. But in a way, he was even missing her half-angry, half-joking reprimands. Like one would miss the freshness of the rain falling on their skin in the desert, even if it bothers them to be drenched to the bones."

And that's it! I hope this piques your curiosity! Ofc, this might and probably will change a bit until I actually publish the thing. I didn't felt like cutting, so it's a bit long, I guess I'm compensating for the lack of content 😬

Anyway, thank you so much for asking sweet Ari! Hope you're finally having a bit of sun back! Take care, as always ☀️

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 52 – DAILY THEMES

TENTACLES

Tentacular Spectacular by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 9,131 Tags: Curses, Bondage, Double Penetration

Summary: When Amora the Enchantress lays a peculiar curse on Tony, its effects are not at all obvious... until Tony gets home and sees what's happened to Steve. And as for breaking the curse -- well, that happens to be Tony's number one fantasy. (Or: Tony never turns down a good tentacle. Or several.)

Reasons why I love it: Tony accidentally getting cursed with his ultimate fantasy is the funniest shit ever. I bet Amora is shaking her fists at the sky for not seeing that coming. As always, Sineala's writing is wonderful, the smut is great, and I really love how quickly Steve goes from being squicked out to being completely on board. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's fantastic!

Where We Both Could Live by blue_jack

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,248 Tags: Soulmate AU, Angel Steve, Octo Tony

Summary: Tony’s seen a lot of Humans, but he’s never spotted so much as a silhouette of an Angel before.

Reasons why I love it: I never would've thought to make an angel and an octo-mer soulmates, which is why I'm so glad blue_jack did, because the concept is fricking amazing! I always love a sweet and submissive Steve, and as always, blue_jack's writing is excellent. Plus, the underlying romance is amazing. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

The real reason why the Hulk hates cephalopods by salytierra

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,938 Tags: Octo-Steve, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut

Summary: Tony turns to the rest of the team, all gathered around the bathtub in which Steve is sprawled in, and stabs a finger into Clint's chest. “First of all, birdbrain, this is our bathroom, and you are all in it. So if I want to fucking talk dirty to my calamari of a fiance here - I fucking will, and I don't really care about your goddamn sensibilities. Second,” He points at Coulson, “I went away for two days, TWO FUCKING DAYS, and you let Captain America be hit by a fucking curse and transformed into a fucking octopus from the waist down. How the fucking fuck!? And Why?” “Those are a lot of fucks in one single rant.” Sam supplies.

Reasons why I love it: Tony Stark - traumatizing the Avengers since 2012. I really love that sweet moment they have about the arc reactor and how Tony is perfect for Steve in every form. And the smut that follows is ridiculously hot. You should definitely check this one out, it’s amazing!

Soft Robotics by isozyme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,324 Tags: Robot Tentacles, Misunderstandings, Masturbation

Summary: “I promise this is all non-toxic. The silicone is medical-grade, even.” Steve makes a choking noise. “I would hope so,” he says, going bright, tomato red as he says it.Tony makes some cool robots. Steve makes an assumption.

Reasons why I love it: Steve having a dirtier mind than Tony for once is the best, I love it! And of course, once Tony gets it, he absolutely has to go there. I'm always a huge fan of Tony using his genius for kinky shit, and this fic is an excellent example of that. Plus, seeing how turned on Steve is just seeing what Tony is doing is amazing. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's super hot!

Small Weird Love by haemodye

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,140 Tags: Magic, Established Relationship, Multiple Orgasms

Summary: When a magical mishap results in Tony swapping his legs for tentacles, he's absolutely mortified. How is he supposed to face Steve? Steve can't possibly want him like this. Right? Right...

Reasons why I love it: The smut in this is absolutely amazing, but what really got me is how palpable the love between them is in this fic. Steve's worry in the beginning and his unwavering support is so sweet, I was practically swooning throughout half of this fic. It's amazing, and if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola Suitor Suit Voice Lines

When Summoned: I'll make you happy for the rest of your life. ...Something like that good enough?

Summon Line: Whaddya think? No matter how you look at it, don'tcha think I resemble an "ideal prince"?

Groooovy!!: I'm just sayin', this proposal is totally fake, okay? Don't you dare think it's real or something!!

Home: I'm gonna knock this proposal out the park!

Home Idle 1: You know how in manga and TV shows, people'll give roses to the person they like? Bet that's totally embarrassing to do.

Home Idle 2: Ghosts sure are a pain to deal with. I kinda feel sorry for you now, 'cause you gotta live with 'em.

Home Idle 3: Romance, huh. I don't really get it, but isn't the most important thing finding someone you like to be around?

Home Idle - Login: I'm gonna win that bride's heart just like an Ace of Hearts should!

Home Idle - Groovy: I'm good with not dating anyone yet. 'Sides, I'm already busy looking after you lot.

Home Tap 1: What's an idea couple look like? I mean, doesn't that depend on the person you ask? Everyone's got their own definition of happiness, so.

Home Tap 2: Rook-senpai was all, "We might as well go all out!" and set my hair up. That guy's real skillful, huh!

Home Tap 3: Can you read what's on my rosette? I had Sam-san write a little something on it with magic, and... Hey, you're waaay too close!

Home Tap 4: I'm definitely the type that'll marry later rather than sooner... Eh? The ones who say that get married faster? No waaaay that's happening!

Home Tap 5: What's with you...? Hey! You tryin' to say I look stupid wearing this!?

Home Tap - Groovy: I am the one most suited for your hand... Hey, give that back! That's my cheat sheet for the proposal!

Duo: [ACE]: Riddle-ryōchō, can I finish them off for ya? [RIDDLE]: You've got some nerve trying to leave me out, Ace.

Requested by Anonymous.

[special-mooon]

Random TWST hcs I have (Part 2 here)

(I need to write these down somewhere so enjoy)

(En español aquí)

One time Cater was working on a potion in class and dropped his phone down the cauldron, it completely melted away. Safe to say he never brings his phone to that class ever again. (Trey baked him goods to make him feel better about losing the phone)

Deuce’s mom got pregnant when she was young and still in Highschool. She became a single mother and had to drop out in order to support him. Deuce didn’t find out about this till way later in middle school and it became the main reason why he wants to become a better student.

He’s a mamas boy what can I say

Also in my mind Deuce is Mexican ☝️ (its true he was the chambelán at my cousins quince)

Ruggie is crazy good with kids, he basically became the neighborhoods permanent older brother.

The horror movies in twisted wonderland are actually a lot more tame than in the real world.

One time Yuu watched a scary movie with the 1st years and everyone was shitting their pants while Yuu just stood there like “🧍this is goosebumps level horror”

Yuu explained the plot to Hereditary once as an example of what type of horror movies their world had. The 1st years never want to watch a movie from their world. Like ever.

Also medical treatments in TWST are a lot nicer and painless. They use magic for a lot of injuries. Got a deep cut? Magic! You’re sick with some virus? Magic! Magic cures all! It even works on ppl who can’t use magic

Oh but it doesn’t work on Yuu since they’re from a different world

One time Yuu got a cut pretty deep and needed stitches

Having to explain what stitches were to the professors was a strange experience. The students thought it was some form of torture method.

“So you just get sewed up like some ripped teddy bear?!

Wait until you explain to them what Shots are. Or how getting blood samples work in your world.

Oh but the dentist treatment is fairly the same in both worlds.

No one in heartslabyul can handle spicy foods (except for Deuce)

While at Scarabia spicy food is like the main meal and everyone LOVES it.

One time Kalim invited Riddle, Trey, and Cater to come eat dinner at his dorm. Let’s just say some things happened and Jamil now learns to tame down the spice whenever anyone from Heartslabyul comes over.

Cater has photos of Trey and Riddle from that day. He was threaten to never share it with anyone. (He looks at them sometimes to get a good laugh even tho he was also dying that day from the spice)

Yuu once made an Ice Cream cake for Malleus birthday. At first he was a bit disappointed that Yuu brought him a cake since he’s not a big fan of them, but was absolute flabbergasted when he bit into it. He now demands Yuu to teach him the recipe.

Sometimes the Leech twins will have full on fist fights in the Dorms lounge area. Not cuz they hate eachother or anything, that’s just how they are. Everyone at the dorm is so used to seeing them fight to the point where people start betting on which brother would win. Yes Azul was behind this.

Listen Rook would absolutely love the “Masochism Tango” song

Idia helped build an AC unit at Ramshackle Dorm only because Yuu kept staying over at his dorm when it would get hot outside.

There’s a story that floats around the school about Sams shop. Apparently a student years ago tried stealing something from the store and the student ended up turning into a frog, they completely disappeared after that. No one knows if the story’s true or not. Still no one dares stealing from his shop.

Kalim is surprisingly really good at Slide puzzles. He was able to solve a 6x6 puzzle in under a minute.

When Malleus was a child a frog wrapped its tongue around his horn and it freaked him out. He tried grabbing the frog but it was too slimy. Lilia ended up finding him curled up in a ball outside his backyard with a frog sitting on his head. Yeah he HATES frogs now.

Silver likes frogs tho he thinks they’re cute. Once when he was a kid he brought a frog into the house when Malleus was visiting. Malleus out of instinct SMACKED the frog straight into the wall.

Silver didn’t talk to Malleus for like a week straight after that. (Sebek was not so pleased about it)

The only person higher than Malleus in Sebeks mind is his mother. He’s such a mamas boy and want’s to become strong enough to not only protect Malleus but also to protect her.

Listen Sebeks dad is literally just some guy. Imagine Allen from Barbie. He’s still a great dad and husband tho

That’s it for now I’ll probably make another post when my twst brain rot returns 🫡🫡🫡

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Book of the Damned: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Charlie found the Book of the Damned which has the spell to undo the curse of the Mark. You've made yourself clear but they're not listening to you. What better way to show Dean how serious you are than to hit him where it hurts: Your kids, Sam, and Charlie.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You head to the nearest convenience store which is five miles from the cabin. You walk inside and only notice the cashier behind the counter.

"Afternoon, ma'am."

"Hi," you say.

You walk toward the junk section and browse the chips they have. You're looking for something salty to snack on and grab your favorite bag of chips. Just for good measure, you grab a six-pack of beer along with some cookies for Charlie. You feel the man's eyes on you but you don't comment on it. You walk to the counter and set the stuff down, noticing they have gummy bears. You grab two bags and add them to your pile.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that will be $15.75."

He doesn't scan anything or move to touch your items which is weird but you don't think much of it. You take out a twenty and hand it to him which he takes. You immediately notice the tattoo peeking out of his sleeve. It's an eagle with two heads and in the middle is a cross that's been sharpened at the bottom.

"Are you heading home or just passing through?" he asks.

"Just passing through."

You look up and notice a mirror on the wall behind the man. Through it, you can see what's behind the counter. The real cashier is lying dead on the ground with blood all over the place. You can't help but laugh at the situation, and the man looks at you in confusion.

"This is just perfect, actually. You're someone I've been wanting to see. Let me guess, Styne, right?"

Styne throws your change at you just as someone comes up behind you and grabs you. You make no move to fight them even though you'd win if you did. Styne walks out from behind the counter with a knife in hand, the same knife he used to kill the cashier.

"Now, who might you be?" Styne's eyes drift to your chest where your shirt had fallen away, revealing part of your Mark. "Well, hello there." He grips the hem of your shirt and lowers it to show the rest of your Mark. "Where'd a pretty lady like you get their hands on something like that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Styne."

He chuckles and steps closer to you.

"My friends call me Jacob." He chuckles again and looks at the items you are going to purchase. "These wouldn't happen to be treats for a red-headed little gal, now would they?"

"If you knew what was good for you, you'd get your hands off me," you say to the man behind you.

When he doesn't, you blast both men away from you with your magic exploding out on all sides. Snacks and drinks topple over shelves and the little stands holding keychains and postcards fall to the ground. The man who was holding you goes to grab you but Jacob puts his hand up to stop him.

"Alright, I understand. You've got power. My apologies." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at Jacob. "Do you know a red-headed girl?"

This is it. This is your in. They want the book. As much as you want to know its secrets, if they have the book, Dean can't use it to get the Mark off you. You can kill two birds with one stone if you do this right.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I bet you're looking for something. Maybe something to read?"

Jacob points the knife at you but you don't bat an eye.

"What do you know about it?"

"Too much."

"I'm betting you want to use it to rid that gift on your chest."

"No, quite the opposite. See, I like this power. I want this power. I will kill anyone who gets in my way and that includes you."

"There's no need for violence." Jacob puts his knife away. "All we want is the book. Care to give it up?"

"I'll be more than happy to give you the book so as long as you leave me and this Mark alone. If you try to get rid of it, I'll know where the book is and I'll kill every last one of your family members starting with you."

"Done."

"Follow me and I'll lead you right to it. Oh, and do me a favor. Kill the red-headed girl. She's no longer useful to me."

"As you wish."

You don't see Dean standing at the back door listening to every word you've said. An hour after you left the cabin, his head started hurting like there was a battle going on in his head. Your magic now mixed with your old magic isn't a good thing. His head became clear and he realized what you are up to. He left to see what you were doing and found you at the gas station. He leaves before you can spot him and speeds back to the cabin.

"What happened?" Sam asks when Dean enters.

"Y/N is betraying us. The Stynes found her. She didn't turn over a new leaf. She's on her way over here to hand the book over to them and to kill us at the same time. She will kill everyone here if it means the cure for the Mark is gone."

He takes the container of holy oil and splashes some in the fire.

"Dean, what are you doing with the holy oil?"

"There is a cure for the Mark in the book, but it comes at a price. We got to destroy it."

Dean grabs the lead-lined container that contains the book.

"Are you sure about this?"

"It's calling to me, Sam, okay? I can hear it. It's calling to the Mark. It wants me to take the book and run away with it. Call me selfish but I care about both of your lives. If the book is gone, there is no need for her to kill us. Burn it now." The sound of a car pulling up to the cabin catches Dean's attention. He goes to the window with his gun out and looks through it. You're standing next to Jacob's car with a smirk. "Sam, burn it now!"

You crack your neck as you walk closer to the cabin. You're sure they locked the doors and windows but that's not going to stop you from getting inside. Jacob and two of his men follow you up the steps, eager to get the book.

"Dean, I'm home! Let me in!"

You stick your hands out in front of you and all the windows shatter with your magic. The front door flies open and Jacob's friends walk inside. Sam is kneeling by the fireplace so Charlie and Dean are the ones who have to protect Sam by fighting against them. One of the men grabs a chair to knock Charlie over the head with it but she grabs an angel blade and slices his torso twice. She kicks him into the wall and stabs the blade through his heart. Dean punches the other man in the face and kicks him in the stomach which sends him doubling over in pain. Dean grabs another chair and slams it onto his back, watching as the man crumbles to the ground.

"You want to go in or shall I?" Jacob says to you.

"Oh, you got this. I don't want to steal your thunder."

Jacob walks in with a gun in hand just as Sam tosses the book wrapped in cloth into the fire.

"Silly boy." 

Jacob glares and raises his gun to shoot at Sam. Charlie ducks behind the couch and Dean takes out his gun to shoot at Jacob. He shoots him three times but that doesn't take him down. It does knock his gun out of his hands but he knows he can take Sam without a weapon. He takes three steps toward Sam and Dean shoots him two more times. He bounces back easily and grabs at Sam's throat but Sam is two steps ahead of him. He drives a knife into Jacob's chest even with his hand wrapped around his throat. Jacob glares at Sam but he twists the knife, and that's enough to take Jacob down.

"Shame. I was really hoping he'd kill all of you," you say and step into the cabin.

"What the fuck, Y/N! Look what you did! This is... I can't even... You said you'd want to change!"

"You really think I turned over a new leaf?" You laugh. "When are you going to get it through your thick head that I like being this way? I don't know how many times you want me to say this but I don't want it gone! I told you what would happen if you continued to look for the cure, didn't I?" Dean's face goes ashen. "The trail of bodies I'll leave will all be your fault." You look at Charlie with a glare. "Starting with you."

You stalk over to her but both Winchesters run at you to stop you. You blast both of them backward and continue walking. Charlie scrambles to grab something but you get to her first. You conjure a knife and stab it through her abdomen and she gasps in pain. She slumps against your body and you twist the knife.

"I missed your organs on purpose," you whisper. "I want you to wake up every day knowing I will be right there ready to kill you. You'll die at the hands of me but it won't be today. If you continue to look for a cure, I will trap you inside your own mind forcing you to relive the worst day of your life before I kill you and send you down to Mommy and Daddy."

You pull the knife out of her and she crumbles to the ground. You toss the knife aside and walk over to Dean who has tears in his eyes. His heart is broken. It scares him to think about this but he doesn't know if having you back will fix the damage you've done to him. He stands to confront you but you push him down against the coffee table.

"Maybe I wasn't clear before." Your eyes shine red and Sam doubles over in pain. He coughs up blood since you're making him bleed internally. Dean gets up to help him but you push him back down again. "This is strike three. Game over. Let the hunt for our children begin, and believe you me, I will find them. If you continue looking for the cure, not only will I kill them but I will make sure you never find their bodies. For your sake, you better find them before I do."

With that, you leave the cabin. As soon as you do, Sam is suddenly fine. Charlie still has a stab wound but you made sure not to hit any vital organs. They have no reason to be in Des Moines so they pack up what they can and get the hell out of dodge. They don't say a single word until they're all back inside the Bunker. Dean is a broken man with only one goal in mind: to protect his children. He won't let you get to them.

Cas makes a visit without Metatron and explains what happened but Dean can't focus on anything he's saying. The only thing he got is that Metatron escaped with the demon tablet. Sam explains what happened at the cabin and Dean squeezes his eyes shut to get the memory of you out of his mind.

"I was foolish, selfish. I should've just killed him. Who knows what he'll do with that tablet?" Castiel sighs.

"You know what, Cas? You got your Grace back. You're back. You did the right thing."

"You did the right thing. That book needed to be destroyed. We will find another way, Sam."

The metal doors open and Charlie comes in with two pizza boxes and a bag of drinks in hand.

"I'm back, bitches!" she grins painfully. She walks down the stairs and sees Cas. "Whoa! Is that who I think it is?"

"Charlie, Cas. Cas, Charlie."

"I thought you'd be shorter."

Sam takes the food from her and places it on the war table before taking the drinks from her.

"I'm gonna get these to the fridge."

"I heard you got your mojo back," she grins.

"Yes, my Grace, has been restored," he stutters.

Charlie looks over at Dean to see him staring at the table numbly.

"Can't you just, you know, cure Dean and Y/N?"

"Unfortunately, it's not that simple."

"It never is, is it? Do you think you could do anything about my carpal tunnel?" Cas places two fingers on her forehead and heals her. "Is that it?"

"Your carpal tunnel and your stab wound are now healed. You may want to continue wearing your wrist brace at night, though."

"Did we just become best friends?" she grins.

Sam comes back with four beers and places them on the war table.

"Cas, tell me something," Dean says numbly. He looks at the angel with broken eyes. "Do you know where my kids are?"

Cas looks at Sam.

"Yes."

"Are they safe?"

Again, Cas looks at Sam.

"Yes."

"Don't let her get to them," his voice cracks.

"I won't."

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GH Couples Inspired By Taylor Swift Songs

Had this in my drafts for FOREVER. thought it was a good time to post it haha. 

Alan and Monica: The Last Great American Dynasty

And they said

"There goes the last great American dynasty"

"Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"

Luke and Laura: My Tears Ricochet

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Luke and Tracy: Better Man

I know

I’m probably better off all alone

Than needing a man who could

Change his mind at any given minute

Laura and Scotty: New Year’s Day

Please don't ever become a stranger

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Laura and Kevin: Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Kevin and Lucy: Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Frisco and Felicia: Closure

Yes, I'm doing better

I know that it's over, I don't need your

Closure

Mac and Felicia: Ours

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours

Robert and Anna:  It's Nice to Have a Friend

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Anna and Valentin: Sparks Fly

My mind forgets to remind me, your a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be

Sonny and Brenda: The 1

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

Sonny and Carly: Haunted

​​You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Sonny and Alexis: Blank Space

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see how this one ends

Stone and Robin: Sad Beautiful Tragic

We had a beautiful magic love there

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Robin and Patrick: This Love

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

Lucky and Elizabeth: Tolerate It

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Nikolas and Emily: Happiness

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Nikolas and Elizabeth: Dress

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They've got no idea about me and you

Ned and Alexis: Stay Stay Stay

You took the time to memorize me

My fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you

All the time

Alexis and Julian: Death By A Thousand Cuts

I get drunk but it's not enough

'Cause you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

LuLu and Dante: Wildest Dreams

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Sam and Jason: It’s Time To Go

15 years, 15 million tears

Begging 'til my knees bled

I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all

Then wondered why I left

Sam and Dante: Cardigan

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

Chase and Brook Lynn: Mastermind

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

Spencer and Trina: Invisible String

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Cameron and Jossyln: Karma

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

Elizabeth and Franco: Red

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Maxie and Nathan: Enchanted

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon