#bless these idiot brothers 😂

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ducks, ducks, ducks

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

social media au set before injury & trade! (still salty about it)

series masterlist

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y/n.hughes: ducks, ducks, ducks 🦆

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yourbestie: ducks!!

userone: the best duck there is

usertwo: fr!

userthree: who? jamie or y/n?

userone: y/n 100% userthree

trevorzegras: i’m still petty over the fact that you didn’t hug me first

y/n.hughes: i would’ve if you didn’t take forever to leave the locker room

jamie.drysdale: you were too slow z

trevorzegras: ☹️

userfour: trev being petty over the fact that he wasn’t one of the first people to hug y/n after the game has me ROLLING 😭

userfive: fr!! i love how jokingly possessive he is over the hughes siblings. it’s too funny

usersix: esp over jack and y/n. it’s hilarious 😂

yourroommate: how much sleep did you get this weekend?

y/n.hughes: none ☺️

yourroommate: babes

yourbestie: she literally brought her suitcase to the party so she could immediately go straight to the airport afterwards

userseven: stop!! that’s so cute!!

y/n.hughes: worth it tho

jamie.drysdale: loved having you at my game baby 🤍

jackhughes: is that why you ignored my facetime earlier 🥲

y/n.hughes: yes. i had other priorities

jackhughes: wow. so your older brother isn’t a priority? i see how it is 😒

y/n.hughes: dramatic ass

jackhughes: i’m telling mom!

usereight: y/n knows where her priorities lie lol

_quinnhughes: hope you had fun sis!

y/n.hughes: i did! thank you quinny <33

lhughes_06: take notes jackhughes

jackhughes: i’m being attacked at all sides aren’t i

colecaufield: when are you going to visit 😖

y/n.hughes: bake me your moms homemade cookies and then we’ll talk

colecaufield: done ✅

anaheimducks: the best duck we know!

markestapa: visit us next!!

tyler_duke5: on my knees begging

alexturcotte: hope oregon’s treating you well girl hughes!!

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y/n.hughes: why do i have to be such a studious gf that’s pursuing her college degree and not a stay at home gf 😫

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trevorzegras: just drop out. problem solved

userone: that’s not

jackhughes: are you encouraging my sister to drop out of college z 🤨

trevorzegras: just saying j. it’s an easy fix

lhughes_06: that’s what you get for double majoring in english and communications with a minor in political science girlie

usertwo: did luke just refer to his sister as girlie?

userthree: yes, yes he did

y/n.hughes: at least i’ll have a degree in my name & not just on the back of a jersey

trevorzegras: DAYUMM BABY HUGHES YOU JUST GOT BURNED

y/n.hughes: same goes for you trev

userfour: oop

jamie.drysdale: because you’re a smart and hardworking girl baby ☺️

y/n.hughes: awww jimmy!! i love you so much ❤️❤️

userfive: are we just going to brush over the fact that y/n is a double major with a minor?? babes is getting NO sleep

y/n.hughes: ZERO

y/n.hughes: sleep is for the weak!

usersix: praying for your health & sanity bbg

userfive: get some sleep girl!! it’s important for your health!

yourbestie: get that degree babes!! be the most studious wag ever!!

yourroommate: FRFR

anaheimducks: getting the jack ready rn

luca.fantilli: the smartest hughes

lhughes_06: offense taken

y/n.hughes: thank you luca <3 speaking the truth fr

rutgermcgroarty: speaking of the smart hughes, can you help me with my essay y/n.hughes 😖

y/n.hughes: ofc rut! i’ll call you at 9

rutgermcgroarty: bless thank you 🙏

elhughes: so proud of you baby 💚💚

y/n.hughes: thank you mama!! i love you so much 🤍

jackhughes: the smartest sister i have

_quinnhughes: she’s the only sister you have idiot

jackhughes: okay and ???

userseven: the pic of jamie tying her shoe 😭😭

masonmctavish23: the most studious person i know!

trevorzegras: idk why but i feel offended

y/n.hughes: babes, we all know you practically have an iq of a grape

jackhughes: she isn’t wrong z 😂

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caption: last date night with lover boy until thanksgiving break jamie.drysdale :(

trevorzegras replied!

finally! i no longer have to deal with you and jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 🤢

jk! love you 🫶🏼 you make jimmy more tolerable

jamie.drysdale replied!

i’m going to miss you baby! :( study hard & take care of yourself lovey 🤍

lhughes_06 replied!

since when were you NOT coming home for turkey break??! 🤨

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10+ Funny and Heart Touching Birthday Wishes: For Brother And Sister

One of the most fun, annoying and beautiful relationships in this world is that of a brother and a sister. While a sister a brother duo will fight and annoy each other throughout the year, there is one day, a birthday, when they will act normal and might want to express their love for each other.

So, here are some heart touching birthday wishes for brother and sister to wish them and make them feel special, at least once a year. Lol. Keep reading!

Heart Touching Birthday Wishes For Brother

1 Each day, I feel grateful to god for giving me a brother like you. Happy birthday to a soul who is very kind, sweet and diamond at heart. Life would have been boring without you. Love you so much, brother.

2. Happy birthday, my lovely brother. Thanks for always supporting me in front of our parents and protecting me when I needed you. What would I have done without a bhai like you? I hope your year becomes more exciting and fun than the last one.

3. Hey, many many happy returns of the day to you. You’re my precious gift and the best brother in the world. Thank you for your unlimited love, support and care.

Funny Birthday Wishes For Brother

4. Happy birthday to the only person who can make me mad, cry and still make me laugh two minutes later. You’re an idiot, but I still love you for who you are. Thanks for adding drama to my boring life. Stay happy, brother.

5. Happy birthday, SIR. Oh yes, you have taught me patience and wrestling too. Lol. 😂 Thanks for all the annoying yet beautiful memories we've made to date. I wish all the best for you. Enjoy your birthday, bro.

6. Happiest birthday, brother. I was thinking of buying you a gift, but then I thought you have ME. Lol. You’re welcome. Have fun and stop irritating me. I know you’re obsessed with me.😂

If your brother’s special day is around the corner, send him these heart touching birthday wishes for brother and let him know that you don’t just hate him, you love him, too.

Heart Touching Birthday Wishes For Sister

7. No matter how much we fight, scream or hate each other, the fact is that I am nothing without you. You have always been a guiding light in my life, making me a better person every day. I wish you every year you celebrate your day with so much fun, excitement and love.

8. Life has been a rollercoaster ride, but with you by my side, it has been a good mix of fun, tears, joys, laughter, and more. I am thankful to Mumma and Papa for giving me a sibling, a sister like you, with whom life feels complete. Happy birthday, sister. I love you a lot too much.

9. Happy, happy birthday to my whole world. You have added colours, drama, fun, laughter, and so much joy to my life. Every day is a blessing when someone like me has a sister like you. Have fun, sister.

Funny Birthday Wishes For Sister

10. Happy birthday to the person with whom I have a love-hate relationship. You annoy the shit out of me but I still love you so much, my sister. I hope every year brings more fun and drama to your life.

11. Happy birthday, sister. You’re surely a mosquito: so annoying, impossible to ignore and get on my nerves. But, I still love you and want you as my sibling in every life. Stay the same and make us all proud.

12. I hate that I love you, but I can’t imagine a life where there is no you. You’re the villain in my story, and I am the hero. 😂 Happy birthday, sister. God bless you forever.

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Oh, oh, oh, Beth… I fucking loved this way too much. You have absolutely no idea how much I laughed. My husband thought I was nuts 😂🫶

This series brought me literally so much joy and laughs. You’re simply amazing for writing it 🩵🩵🩵

He’d been de-aged, lost his memory, kidnapped in his car and had her chase him twice, so if anything, this shouldn’t be a surprise. This kind of shit always happened to Dean.

It does! It really does 😂

And omfg poor Sam is scarred for the rest of his life by the lewd images he’s seen. No one should see their roommates in this state, let alone their own brother 🙈 But I laughed throughout his trials (and fails) of text messages to Eileen, although I still believe the woman would have a good, long laugh about all of this, and if anything, would be chiding Sam for not providing her with all the goddamn gloriously embarrassing details 🤣

They were not calling Cas. Keeping Jack occupied was hard enough without another angel not understanding how consequential Dean and you having sex under a curse could be.

Bless him for trying to entertain the angelic toddler 😂

But I had a feeling as soon as Sam send little, naive Jack to check on the lions (in heat) in the den, that sneaky Dean would find a way to trick the poor kid. Oh, well, let the smutty goodness begin 😈🔥

And Jack’s whole monologue about the technicalities of sex just about killed me, jfc 🤣🤣🤣 (Plus that little bonus comedic moment of the kid being turned on by reader was just pure gold)

Yeah. Dean was proud of himself. Oh-ho, yeah, he was, and his smirk only grew wider as Jack’s footsteps trailed away.

You outsmarted a four-year-old, doofus. God, this man 😂

Seeing Dean’s junk, seeing you touch yourself, seeing an old wood nymph cry.

Snorted way too hard at Mrs. Butters crying and imagining Sam’s bitch face when he found her 🤣 He can’t catch a break, can he?

Wrapped in hugs? No. That thing, with its excessive amount of fabric, wrapped Dean up like a chastity belt

The fact he’s wearing the actual fucking purple nightgown throughout all of this hotness just adds an extra layer of hilarity I really appreciate lmao

“And you believed him?” Yeah, Sam was wrong. Cas might’ve been useful. At least he wasn’t so gullible.

True. Sam’s just straight up babysitting one toddler, two horny teens and a demented granny tonight 😂

“So that means Dean just needs to ejaculate inside her?” Jack chimed in before Sam could, seeming very proud of his speculation, and, yeah, that did it. Sam was going to bed. Part of him wanted to know why she’d done it, but he’d had enough.

Dead 💀

Least, it was for you. This all happened because of a stupid spell. Something well beyond your control. It wasn’t like he’d wanted to fuck you before all this. He’d never even made a move on you until now, and now didn’t count.

Why am I getting teary-eyed? 🥲

I’m so glad they worked it out, though. *sighs wistfully* idiots in love 😍💕

And I happily take a fourth serving of snickerdoodles! 🩵

Consequences for Mrs. Butters, though? Let her soak in a bathtub full of Dean’s cum for 24hrs while doing one of those eye doctor letter tests? 🤔 Yeah, that’ll do. I’m sure Sam will go for it at this point 😝

SNICKERDOODLES & SPECIAL SAUCE

Part 3: Good Things Come in Threes

Story Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: 'Twas the night of fake Christmas and all through the halls, creatures were stirring, eventually on all fours... or ...Mrs Butters isn't just messing with Dean's underwear drawer. She's messing with your love lives, too. 18+ only

Word Count: 5.7k words (multiple POV)

Tags/Warnings: crack, friends to lovers, love potion, language, dubious consent, pining, eggnog, Mrs Butters is a terrible wingman, SMUT—————————————————————PART 1 || PART 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3

Part 3: Good Things Come in Threes

…and Dean have been hit by some kind of lust spell, the message read, but Sam hit the backspace, scrapping it all. He tapped that screen almost as fast as your finger had done under your panties when he—nope!! He wasn’t going there.

He couldn’t send a message like that to Eileen, either. It would just lead to more questions, and he didn’t want to think about the situation, let alone go over the details of it all. Didn’t matter that Dean’s arm pumping action was enough to douse any fire, now and in the future.

Yeah. Dean. It was better to tell her about him, so, Dean’s been cursed, he tried, leaving out the part about you being hit with it, too.

Only, what if it got out you had? What if someone let slip what the actual curse was, and how Sam had walked in on you both?

He sighed and erased the text again, typing out, Mrs Butters is missing, instead. It didn’t explain Dean desperately calling him away from their phone call, but it was the truth.

God. Why was this so hard?

Because it’s Dean, he chided.

He’d been de-aged, lost his memory, kidnapped in his car and had her chase him twice, so if anything, this shouldn’t be a surprise. This kind of shit always happened to Dean.

His thumbs hovered over the screen, still contemplating what he should type next, when Jack appeared in his peripheral, popping out from the junction in the long corridor.

He shuffled down the hall towards Sam with a worried look on his face. All that twinkled overhead, lighting up the stray pieces of glitter he’d caught on his forehead and cheeks.

If only the wood nymph had left a trail through the remaining sparkles on the floor. Little heel shapes would be mighty helpful to find her, but no. It’s like she’d vanished into thin air.

“Hey,” Sam said, and hit send. He was quick to add, Dean pissed her off, and sent it straight after. “Any luck?”

He looked up just in time for Jack to step into his personal space. His drained eyes, hopeful and ready to cling to any good news Jack threw his way. Anything was better than the fat-load of nothing he had to show for.

But, “No,” Jack said, brow creasing in the middle in concentration. “And I checked all the closets and opened all the cubicle doors just like you told me to. Maybe we should call Cas?”

They were not calling Cas. Keeping Jack occupied was hard enough without another angel not understanding how consequential Dean and you having sex under a curse could be.

“Yeah. No, ah. You know what?” Sam shoved his phone back into his pocket and rejigged his Taurus in his hand. “Why don’t you check on them? Make sure Dean’s ropes are still tight.” He found Jack’s eyes and gave him his best reassuring smile, ignoring the niggle in his gut that knew Dean was a flight risk and probably busted out already.

“What about you?”

Sam cocked his gun and patted Jack on the shoulder. “She came out when Dean hit the reset button. I’m gonna see if I can lure her out by shutting this place down.”

And with that, Sam left Jack, and Jack headed towards the library, a little apprehensive about going in alone. Being told to check the ropes, even though he could smite Dean if he wanted to, was no easy feat. He respected him a great deal.

He was strong, knowledgeable about the world, and had taught him a lot. They’d even got around to “the talk,” so Jack was also knowledgeable about what was happening in the bunker that night.

Dean’s body, not the spell.

No, Jack had no idea why everything was happening as it was.

Just the physicalities.

He knew all about courting and fucking and the differences and similarities between them. It was all thanks to Dean. They hadn’t covered masturbation because Dean had said, “he was better left on his own there,” but Jack understood the basics of what Dean was going through.

Blood was pumping through Dean’s penis. He’d busted his nut three times (Sam had stopped him on the fourth), and was still erect now. Oh. And in pain. Which was difficult to understand because Jack had only ever experienced an erection when he woke up and it had just gone away on its own.

But he also didn’t sleep much, and he shrugged, considering his options as he walked the halls to you.

He wanted to ask Dean what it felt like. He was curious about you too, but from their talk, he knew not to ask you anything relating to your breasts or your vagina. It was okay to ask your partner, but it wasn’t okay to ask someone you weren’t courting, dating, or fucking.

Right. Yes. That’s definitely what Dean had said.

Coming from the lower levels meant Jack came into the war room via the eastern corridor, on the opposite side of the kitchen.

Besides the vibrant tree, still littered underneath with presents no one was supposed to open yet, it was Dean he spotted first.

His legs, from his calves to his ankles, were tied to his seat and not outstretched, as you’d expect. There was no manspreading going on, as you would say, either.

No. He was far from his usual relaxed self, calling out Jack’s name in irritation. Unbeknownst that his attempt to hide his relief was thwarted by Jack’s keen senses.

Jack rounded the edge of the map table and stepped up the stairs with a patter and a frown. Losing the squeaks his sneakers made when moving from the polished floors to wood always disappointed him.

“Hello Dean,” he said back to the hunter, hand waving in greeting, before setting his sights on you.

You looked no better. Eyes half lidded. Chest heaving. The skin that dipped below the neck of your shirt was lined with sweat, and tracing the curves of your breasts made Jack’s stomach feel funny. It also made his throat dry.

Why did it do that?

He popped his ears. Tried clicking his tongue and swallowing, but neither helped and his voice came out croaky like a frog’s. “Sam asked me to check on you both.” He rubbed his lips together.

“And where is Sam?” Dean asked. His sarcasm wasn’t missed. “Have you found her yet?”

“No. But he’s going to try the boiler room.”

An ominous clank cut Dean off mid eye roll. The lights cut him off, too. Well, the lamps and ceiling ones around the library and beyond in the halls did, but not Mrs Butters’ Christmas tree. It shone brighter. Rivaled only by the baubles, looped, and still blinking, ‘round the balustrades and staircase.

You could hear a pin drop if it weren’t for the train’s whistle and Dean’s groan. “For the love of… What’s he planning to do?”

“Reversing you doofuses letting her out, obviously,” you said with a wheeze, and Jack decided it was time to get to work on the ropes. He did not want to be here any longer than he needed to be.

Dean was angry. You weren’t much better, but you were the best choice to start checking. The low lighting thankfully covered your breasts, but it wouldn’t for long. “She’s nowhere to be found.” He pulled on the ties that held your arms in place. “Sam thought she might appear if he tried restarting her.”

“Restart,” Jack felt Dean’s aura flare. He heard the blood as it pumped through his veins. “Okay, you know what? Jack, you need to untie me right now.”

“I can’t do that, Dean.” He wouldn’t. Sam had told him to check the ropes and make sure Dean was secured, and it was imperative that he did. “Sam said you two needed to stay separated.”

“And Sammy needs your help more than we do. Angel trumps wood nymph.”

“But I’m a nephilim.” And he was very confused.

“Yeah. Okay, sure. Son of Lucifer,” Dean quipped, but soon changed his tone to one of pleading. “Look. We’ll behave, alright? I promise.”

He promised? Dean never promised. At least he never used the word itself. He hadn’t exactly promised when he’d said they’d have the talk, and he’d kept his word then, so maybe it would be okay?

“She’s not looking too good there, Jack,” Dean added, and it was true, you weren’t.

Your breathing was slow and shallow. A sheen of sweat covered your forehead on top of your breasts now, and Jack could feel the heat radiating off of your body.

“Speak for yourself,” you said, but it was so quiet and lacking your usual pep, Jack’s stomach flipped. His mind did, too.

He stood tall and turned to face Dean. His eyes narrowed as they had when he’d questioned Sam’s plan in the first place.

He could trust Dean, couldn’t he?

Yes. Yes. Of course he could, and he nodded. “I’ll go back to Sam,” he said, and without even checking on Dean’s arms, rushed away to the boiler room to help there. Mrs Butters needed to be found, after all.

In his haste to be useful, however, even though he’d been reading both your auras; even though he’d heard Sam’s spiel about how dangerous the situation was; Jack was oblivious to the smirk that graced Dean’s face the second his back was turned.

Yeah. Dean was proud of himself. Oh-ho, yeah, he was, and his smirk only grew wider as Jack’s footsteps trailed away.

He’d been working on the ropes since the moment Sam had left the room. In control enough to know you were off limits, not enough that he could stay here any longer. Nope. He’d been watching your rack, too, though unlike Jack it’d been more than a few seconds, and he was not going there with you. Not when he’d probably come the second his dick got wet.

He had a reputation to uphold. That and you’d never let him live it down, knowing you. He’d be the butt of your jokes for as long as he lived.

So, rather than bothering to talk or check in with you, he let his dick and its needs lead. As soon as Jack left, he got back to it, shimmying his wrists back and forth, only it wasn’t doing much good.

Stupid nightgown. Why the hell hadn’t he put on his jeans and jacket? Oh right. Because then it would’ve chafed. Caught on fire like flint and tinder.

Screw this. The floor was below him and with enough force, he’d break the chair just like he’s done in Texas. Sam and Jack wouldn’t notice that with all the concrete, rebar and wiring layered between them and him, giving Dean plenty of time to escape. Plus, the boiler room was at the other end of the joint.

Perfect!

He tested the waters, pushing his toes into the polished wood below them, and when he was certain he wouldn’t add injury to the insult, he braced himself.

‘Okay,’ he breathed out a puff of air. ‘You can do this, Deano.’

Huh. Deano? Your nickname for him was cute, but why the hell was he using it? He was gonna count to three, but after that he gave up and just went for it.

He gripped the right arm of his seat and swung himself to the left, lifting the leg an inch if he was lucky. Shouldn’t have had that second helping of turkey or ham.

He sighed louder than the first time, eyes flicking to you when he realised you’d said nothing since Jack left. Not even a squeak of surprise at the thump he’d made.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” He had trouble pulling himself away from your rack to your chin. “Sweetheart?” he tried again, and a small choke answered him.

You see, while Dean was doing alright, you weren’t so much. It was bad enough Sam’d tied you up, but leaving you smack bang across the table from him was the stupidest, most inconsiderate thing Sam had ever done.

You were going to kill him. You were no longer sorry Mrs Butters had told you his business. Eileen deserved her privacy. Sam did not.

Just being in Dean’s presence had doubled the pain. You thought it was excruciating before? Hah! Think again.

You’d dropped your head just to avoid his sultry gaze. A mix of concern and dilated pupils you’d mistake for him being high had it not been seeing him equally affected by whatever she’d done to you.

“It hurts, De.”

Your white knuckles and sweaty palms held on too tight to the arms of the chair. Damn. That Pink song knew a thing or two, even if the lyrics and your body had differing opinions.

You didn’t want Dean to blow you one last kiss. No. Oh no. You’d settle for blowing him, or better yet, him blowing his warm breath over you because everything was on fire. The depths of your panties, the worst. The stiff wood under your ass and your pyjama shorts weren’t doing nothing for you. Neither were your knees rubbing together.

“Would you quit it?” Dean growled, and the echo went straight there.

A shiver. A trickle. A shock? Whatever it was, your cooch clenched tight to trap it and you had to stifle the moan you almost couldn’t.

Fuck. Your head wanted to explode. Your front teeth bit so darn hard into the meat of your lower lip, they grazed the bottom set below them.

“It really hurts,” you said again, as if saying so was the magic chant you needed to tell the spell uncle.

“Yeah, well. You squirming like that ain’t exactly a picnic for me, either.”

The gravel in his voice had your head flicking back up. It moved to follow his staring at your boobs.

Your nipples, unlike in the kitchen earlier, were now visible through your sleep shirt. Hard and perky. You’d be insulted, but all you saw besides the lights flashing in the other room was a dick on legs, and what it could do for you.

Those fingers of his, just below the ledge of the table. Those lips, pink and plump, rivaled only by his tongue that swiped over them, could wrap around the girls any day, and, “Fuck.” Your body shuddered through the long squeak it released, elongating the word even further, like a balloon neck still pinched tight.

Nothing. There was nothing you could do to make this better. Had the knots not tied you to the chair, you’d have crumpled in a heap on the floor, shuffling and moaning. Probably would’ve pissed yourself by now.

The pressure was severe enough, and your head dropped once more. Shoulders rising and falling beside your neck as you pulled the air back into your lungs with deep breaths.

“Hey. You okay?”

No. No, you weren’t. Your body needed physical stimulation. You knew it, Jack knew it, and you’d settle for a brush of Dean’s pinky finger against your own at this point.

His fingernail. The hair at the end of his knuckle. The cool metal of his 1911 would get him and you both off if you were smart about it.

So you fluttered your lashes and let the tips fan your cheeks. Your eyes peeked through them with your best wanton gaze. “There must be something you can do,” you said. “If you get us out, I’ll scratch your back, and maybe you can scratch mine?”

Not only did you hope that would get Dean’s attention, you sure as hell fucking meant it.

And you got it.

His cock twitched below his nightgown. A bead of cum spilled out from its tip, and Dean planted his feet on the ground and tried rocking again.

To the left, to the right, adrenaline was an amazing thing. Each new lift of the chair legs had him swinging and swaying, and the floorboards making god-awful sounds. But then inertia gave way and kinetic energy kicked in, and Dean’s right arm and shoulder pummeled into the floor with a thump.

His funny bone twanged. His throat gave a grunt. His dick bobbed up and down. It re-pitched the tent in his purple polyester blend the second he bounced back, tall and proud.

Fuck yeah! He was free, and scrambling on his bow legs to free you, too.

“You really wanna?” His question trailed off as you licked your lips. Your eyes, drawn to the tent of his giant hug.

He’d be insulted, but his small brain and actual brain were fighting for dominance. That moan you made when his pinky grazed your thigh was porn for his ears, and with the added ambiance, your face belonged in one. But did you just?

Wow. Well, if that didn’t do it for a guy (or girl), he had some questions. He’d barely touched you.

Screw Miss January. Mrs Butters could get stuffed like her turkey. He was gonna fuck you if you were going to let him, and his lips found their way to yours, crashing down with force and heat, before you could say no.

They seared, unrelenting, not letting you leave your seat. He’d jump you like a dog, but he wasn’t that far gone. Or was he?

Chuck. Fuck the spell. Mrs Butters had done him a favour. He’d die happy if that’s what this was. Satisfied with the taste of you on his tongue. The power he had over you with just his fingertips.

He just had one question - could he keep it?

No! Absolutely not, if Sam had anything to say about it. This night was the worst.

Seeing Dean’s junk, seeing you touch yourself, seeing an old wood nymph cry.

Oh yeah, he’d found Mrs Butters. Or rather, she found him, having apparated before him the second he shut the power off. She now stood in the corner, cowering, her hoot high in pitch when Sam pulled his gun on her, beady eyes only likening her more and more to an owl as they widened in terror.

You were right about her making a mean Merlin, or whatever his name was, but Sam was at his wit’s end, and about ready to shoot.

“So it was you?” His gaze pierced those peepers of hers back, finger trembling on the trigger of his Taurus. Unaware of what might happen if he shot at her. Very aware not to show it.

He should’ve checked the lore.

But then she dropped her head into her hands, remorseful or conniving, Sam wasn’t sure, and “Yes,” she said. “But it wasn’t supposed to do this…and…and—”

“And what?” Sam’s nostrils flared.

“It’s too late.”

And it was.

Too late to stop you, that is.

Dean had you on your feet and you were walking. Hands grabbing, fingers caressing, your bodies stepping in time like a practiced dance.

Through the halls he led you, lips nibbling and sucking your neck, your collarbone, the top of your cleavage. Wherever he could reach, he attacked, and wherever he went, you welcomed. Your hips and pelvis especially.

Yes, you undulated against him while your hands fumbled with his nightgown. His bedroom door slammed shut behind you, but you were too busy to bat an eyelid. Wrapped in hugs? No. That thing, with its excessive amount of fabric, wrapped Dean up like a chastity belt, protecting him from you and your aching heat from him.

It still burned. Still throbbed. Sweaty palms and fingertips, leaving prints that’d put crime-scene investigators outta their job if they used it for evidence. Not that he cared. He was too busy helping you with your clothing.

Your shirt, your shorts, he pushed you forward and soon had your lust-drunk-ass tumbling onto the memory foam of his bed with a bounce and grin from ear to ear. And when he pulled that lilac monstrosity off and over his head himself, he gave you little warning or vantage to take a decent peek at that part of him. You sure felt it, though.

Dean pinned you beneath him and pushed a knee flush between your legs. Anyone would think you were going somewhere, but you weren’t. Your pussy lips spread open wide, trying to draw him in.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck.

Fuck indeed. It was all too much. The length of him glided over your hip, electrifying everywhere it touched. You’d gone from seeing it, to feeling it, hard, hot and more than ready for you in a matter of hours. You’d tear apart into a million pieces if he didn’t tear you with it soon.

So, without a word, your arm snaked its way between your bodies to grip him, experimenting with a soft tug or two, pleased when he grunted under your touch.

You’d high five yourself, but your hands were busy and you didn’t have the resolve to stop. Neither did he.

No. There was no checking in. No questioning. Who cared if you were on birth control or not? He just pulled up, shifted himself to claim your lips, and prodded your lower ones with his blunt tip.

Your sloppy kisses struggled to return his intensity, more focused on pulling him closer and encouraging him to move by opening your legs even wider, hooking your ankles over his. You really were a floozy, and Dean only exemplified it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t,” he said against your chin, before snapping his hips forward with a groan that rumbled straight up your spine.

Just as his pinky had left your panties a mess, that one thrust was all it took. Your inner walls spasmed ‘round him. The rest of you clung where you could as he set his pace, chasing the high Sam had interrupted two hours ago.

Your muscles contorted; skin tingled. Your back arched off the mattress. But even though you’d just come, your clit, your cunt, your whole being demanded more. Fingers dragged down Dean’s back, scraping, raking down and around to knead the soft flesh of his ass.

“Oh god. Don’t do that. I’m not gonna—”

But it was too late. His mouth opened into a tightened O and ropes of his cum painted your insides. Each throb pulsing against your still clenched walls.

“Shit.” He panted, chest heaving against yours. “I never blow that quick.” He swallowed, then grunted. The primality of it, the sexiest damn thing you’d ever heard.

“Me either.” You huffed. He’d given you two orgasms with little foreplay. Hell, you hadn’t even spoken. That had to be a record for any girl, not to mention he’d come, what, four times himself? The guy was over forty, and still his flesh burned molten hot.

Then again, so did yours.

You let go to star-fish underneath him, rolling your neck backwards into the pillow to draw air into your lungs. “You, ah, you good?” you asked. Though why you bothered when even Dean, with his world-renowned game and prowess, couldn’t break the spell, was beyond you.

“Are you?” He cocked his brow.

“It’s manageable,” you said, which was better than no.

Of course, Dean looked down at you. His eyes searched for the truth. He found it too, when he gave up on your top half to watch between you, drawing another couple of slow pumps in and out.

“Manageable, huh?” He chuckled at your whimper. Even gave you a devious wink. “Think you can manage switching positions?”

Sam wished he could switch positions, too.

No, not like that.

Thankfully, he wasn’t aware of what was going on behind Dean’s door. Well, no, that’s not true. He did. He stood above the evidence you’d left behind in the library, put two and two together, and now stood, staring dumbstruck at the broken seat.

Why did he bother?

“I told you to check the ropes,” he said to Jack, who was looking mighty sheepish. Of course, Sam should’ve known he’d been rather quick returning to the boiler room.

“Dean promised he—”

“And you believed him?” Yeah, Sam was wrong. Cas might’ve been useful. At least he wasn’t so gullible.

He thought.

Honestly, Sam could only scoff. His grin, wide in disbelief, as he stretched thumb and pointer over his eyes.

Blowing his brains out would be easier. Then he wouldn’t have to face your wrath when you realised what you’d done. Screw Dean’s. Though he guessed it was in his best interests to fix things.

“Okay.” He turned to Mrs Butters, cuffed and still looking sorry for herself. Whether the cuffs worked on her was another matter altogether. She hadn’t fussed about them at least. Though her beady eyes still stared into the depths of his soul as if this was all his fault. “Say you did it right. What was supposed to happen?”

“Does it matter? Aren’t you going to stop them before th-th-th-they—”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah. Even you said it was too late.” Though she’d made it sound like you were going to die.

He tucked his gun into the waistband of his sweats so as not to be tested. “But if you want to,” his arm stretched out wide in the general direction of room eleven, “Be my guest.”

Like Mr Bean and his incompetence or Mr Magoo, well past his prime, she’d messed up the love potion, not him. He couldn’t be held responsible for what you guys did because of too much henbane from a housekeeper who needed glasses.

Her thrill was less impactful. Her whole body shuddered. The woman, old-fashioned and teetering on sexist, was more disgusted than Dean was going to be once he learned he’d lost his free will to food.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“Then sit.” He pointed at her, then at the table. His other hand ran through his hair, waiting as she did what she was told with a slow step and a pout.

“So will it wear off?” Jack asked over his shoulder, and honestly, Sam didn’t know what to say.

He was tired. His experiences with love spells sealed shut years ago for good reason, so unless he looked up the lore or called Rowena, he was leaning along the path of, was it fatal and could it be left until morning?

But Mrs Butters whimpered. “A kiss would have made or broken the spell,” she said.

“So that means Dean just needs to ejaculate inside her?” Jack chimed in before Sam could, seeming very proud of his speculation, and, yeah, that did it. Sam was going to bed. Part of him wanted to know why she’d done it, but he’d had enough.

As much as he hated to admit it, he and Mrs Butters were on the same page as Jack. If her beet-red cheeks were anything to go by, you’d both be fine come morning, assuming Dean had enough juice left.

Embarrassed, yes, and ready to kill Mrs B. But maybe, just maybe, dare he say, you’d be happy about it? He would when she was gone.

Dean was still oblivious to the mystery being solved, still seated in your sweet heat. Sure, he was doubting how much longer he could keep it up, but the squelch was heavenly. You, on all fours before him now, crying in pleasure with your continued eagerness for him to touch and taste you; he wondered if you’d do it again? Or was this a onetime thing?

“That’s it,” he drawled, trying not to let thoughts of what happened next bother him. He watched himself push in and out. Watched his spend and your juices mix and get pushed back inside, too, savouring the sight for his mental spank bank. This one would be a treat.

“Give me another one,” he cooed.

“Listen to your own advice,” you clapped back, and he fucking loved it.

He reached around to your clit and thumbed the now over-sensitive bud, proud of himself yet again when your body betrayed you.

You squirmed on his cock, and he was spilling into you with more ropes of his special sauce soon after. Your sweet pussy gripped him like a vise.

Yeah, that joke was long past its use-by date, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t continue to use it.

He pulled you in close and rolled you over before he could fall on you, exhausted, keeping you flush against him. A sheen of sweat, the only division between. Whatever the old bitch had done, if she was out to get you, he’d deal with it, but he’d also thank her, maybe…it depended on what happened here with you.

“You good?” He cursed the croak in his voice, but if you noticed his moment of weakness, or the repetitious irony, you said nothing towards it, first answering with a contented hum.

“It’s manageable.” You chuckled, wheezing when he gave a soft slap to your ass cheek. “Okay, it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“But you’re still hurtin’?”

“Just chafing.”

You shook your head, and Dean frowned, raising himself on his elbow to lean over you. His dick slipped free, although with the sight of your rack before him, it wouldn’t take long.

“You wanna make a run for the showers? Get cleaned up?” He might even consider getting you ice from the kitchen, though he couldn’t see that helping when he shuddered at the thought of putting some on his junk.

At first you were silent. Eyes refused to look back up at him. He felt your heart pick up its pace. The tightening movement in your limbs and chest, too, before you’d even moved.

“Guess I should get outta your hair,” you said, sitting up, and Dean was foolish to let you. Or maybe just a genius. A stupid one, but a genius nonetheless, recording more footage to his brain for further use, because it looked like he was going to need it.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He stood up, too, not caring that little-Dean was also on display.

He strode over to where you stood, drawing you in with a hand on both hips. His fingers traced the marks they’d left earlier, electrifying your skin all over again.

“No. No.” You took a step back. “It’s okay. It’s weird, right?”

Least, it was for you. This all happened because of a stupid spell. Something well beyond your control. It wasn’t like he’d wanted to fuck you before all this. He’d never even made a move on you until now, and now didn’t count.

But his hands gripped your flesh tighter. Bound to indent the little calluses you’d discovered on his hands the further you got throughout your evening. Your overused cunt even fluttered with interest when he said, “Only if you keep walking away.”

His eyes darted to the floor, and yours followed.

Oh god. You’d left a trail of cum there. One large dollop even hung just below the edge of your slit. Now you really wanted to die.

Your hand tucked down into your folds, slipping through the mess you’d both made. “How many times did you—”

“Three,” he boasted.

“And before we?” Your free hand, not holding everything in, swept the air between you.

“Three.”

Oh god. Even on birth control, you weren’t taking the risk if three times one way and three the other meant making stuff with love. You searched his eyes and found them, still wearing his cheeky grin. “First thing tomorrow, you’re taking me to a pharmacy.”

“Why?”

“To get Plan B.”

“You’re not on anything?” His voice hitched.

“Course I am!” Living a hunter’s life? You’d be stupid not to. “And now that my heads screwed on, I ain’t risking it given the circumstances.”

Dean blinked and flicked his head down. “What? you think my special sauce is extra special now?”

“That’s not funny.”

Fuck! You needed a shower. An actual douche would be better. But unless Mrs Butters’ boys had vaginas and kept them in the infirmary with all the other outdated equipment, one of those was coming from the pharmacy, too.

You looked to Dean in horror, expecting to see mirrored panic. Expected him to at least hide the pearly whites in his mouth, but no, those lips of his flattened into a thin line. One that curled on the end.

“Okay. Would you relax?” he said.

“Don’t tell me to relax. You’re not full of,” you couldn’t say those two words again. Cum seemed worse outside the act. Baby gravy? Jizz? Spunk? Oh god.

“I made it!” And he looked insulted, too. “Look, I’ll take you first thing, alright? But we’ve still got a few hours before they open.”

You didn’t miss the wag of his brows or the suggestive tone that further accompanied the suggestion to relax, either. Typical Dean. He’d just been up close and personal with your cunt, yet he struggled to open up.

“We’re past the awkwardness, don’t you think?”

“Look who’s talking.”

He had a point, but the phrase just brought on memories of babies sounding like Bruce Willis, and that ship needed to set sail. So when those calloused hands of his grazed your skin further to grab the globes of your ass, your body and mind welcomed them. Yup. Floozy.

He pushed you flush against him, much like he had throughout the night. Fingers embedded into flesh from both sides. His lips, no longer tasting of cinnamon and snickerdoodles, pressed into yours with the taste of him and you. The squelch, more delectable than anything made down below.

“I gotta sink right there,” he said between kisses. “Plenty of clean shirts.” He chuffed through another. “Wanna stay the night?”

And what did your floozy do?

Yeah. She agreed.

She didn’t even need to think hard about it. Better leaving hardness to other things. Yes, he was crude. Yes, he liked to wear his underthings inside and out, but the man had already reeled you in with an oversized purple nightgown. And the way he made his special sauce.

Or should you thank Butters for that?

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lost dog

Mitch Marner x Matthews!reader

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ynmatthews found this adorable dog in the Toronto area! Please let me know if it’s yours!

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user1 adorable

yourbestfriend why do animals always find their way to you?

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ynmatthews about . . . ?

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ynmatthews Mitch?

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austonmatthews if you came to my games and met more than one of my teammates you’d understand

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marner_93 can’t say thank you enough! Zeus was sad to see you go

ynmatthews so glad I could help!

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yourbestfriend prince?

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user2 the Matthews are hectic

austonmatthews yn’s hectic*

ynmatthews Auston’s hectic*

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ynmatthews ofc I am!

williamnylander that view 🤩

marner_93 right?

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yourbestfriend not your prince?

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calemakar and she’s still only been to an avalanche game 😎

user2 even after 2 years!?

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yourbestfriend YN WHAT!?

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yourbestfriend now would be the time where you say…

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calemakar YOU DIDN’T

ynmatthews we did

marner_93 only Zeus knew :)

williamnylander now you can’t be my favorite Matthews :( but congrats nonetheless

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user1 plot twist: Mitch becomes a Matthews

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austonmatthews and after everything you two get eloped

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ynmarner & to think w/out Zeus I wouldn’t have Mitch 🤍

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“I'm an Idiot.”

George Weasley x Reader

CHRISTMAS of the 12 Days til Christmas Special!!!

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Summary: Finding a date for the Yule Ball is hard enough without all the drama that comes with being in love with your best friend, George Weasley…

Warnings: starred out swear words, stupid George, stupid Fred, stupid everyone. It’s an issue honestly 😂 (Oh, and you’re a Hufflepuff)

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

(Y/l/n) - your last name

(Y/n/n) - your nickname

“(Y/n)! Hey!” The Hufflepuff looked up, smiling widely at the redhead, as he fell into step beside her.

“Oh, hey, Georgie.” She greeted, blushing a little as he grinned down at her. It was fairly obvious to anyone that knew her that (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was completely smitten with the younger Weasley twin. Being his best friend certainly didn’t help matters, as he was always hanging around, and always being charming. It was a blessing and a curse, really.

“Where are you off to?” He asked casually, the pair continuing down the hallway as he did.

“Charms. You?” She asked, hoping he didn’t have to turn off and go another direction anytime soon. She liked being around him, even if it was just for the few minutes between classes.

“Free period.” He answered, before gesturing the direction they were going. “I’m heading off to meet Fred and Lee. But, it’s on my way. Want me to walk you?” He asked, earning a smile and nod from the girl.

“Sure.” They walked in content silence for a moment, before George spoke up again.

“So, this Yule Ball thing is… something.” He commented, making (Y/n)’s thoughts flit back to the dance announcement the day before. She had been hoping to go with her redheaded friend, a night of flowing gowns and dancing in his arms making her all tingly inside, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. If he knew about her little crush on him, he’d surely not want to be her friend anymore, and (Y/n) couldn’t have that.

“Yeah.” She said, looking down at her feet, so he wouldn’t see the blush dusting her cheeks at her daydream.

“You got anyone in mind you’re gonna ask?” He questioned. (Y/n) looked up at him and shook her head immediately.

“No. I figured I’d just let someone ask me. Or go on my own. It’s not a big deal.” She answered, but, it was, in fact, a very big deal. Of course, only if George was the one who asked her.

“I don’t know who I’m going with yet either.” He said, smoothly, making (Y/n) frown. Was he not even considering her? She understood that she was just his friend and all, but he seemed to be glossing over her as if she wasn’t even an option. Maybe (Y/n) was just reading to much into things…

“Well, good luck finding a date.” She said, the charms classroom coming into view. George nodded.

“You too.”

“I’ll see you later, Georgie.” She promised and he smiled down at her.

“Later, (Y/n).”

+ + +

“Do my eyes deceive me, or did I just see you strolling about the castle with (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?” Lee Jordan’s voice broke out when George approached him and Fred. The younger twin rolled his eyes.

“We’ve known her for years.” He said. “You don’t have to say her full name every time you talk about her.”

“We’ll stop saying her full name when you stop lying to yourself about being head-over-heels in love with her.” Fred joined in, earning a glare from the other boy. His twin was, of course, completely accurate in his statement, that George harbored some very strong feelings for the Hufflepuff girl. But, if he wasn’t going to tell her that, he certainly wasn’t going to tell the boys.

“I’m not-“ But Lee interrupted his half-hearted argument with a smirk.

“Anyways, I would like to know what it was I saw the two of you yabbering on about.” He said, making Fred nod mischievously in agreement.

“I am also curious, dear brother.” George hid his annoyance and tried to shrug it off.

“It was nothing. Just the Yule Ball-“

“Bloody he*l! You asked her?” Lee practically screamed, jumping up and down in excitement.

“No! No! Keep your voice down!” George quieted him harshly, before frowning. “I chickened out.” They laughed, earning a glare from the boy, before he spoke again. “But I won’t next time.”

“I thought you said you didn’t-“ Fred started to point out how, George had essentially just admitted his feeling, but Lee smacked him upside the head in annoyance.

“Shut up, I’m aroused by his determination.”

“Lee. That’s disgusting.”

“You love it.”

+ + +

“Next time, huh?” George glared across the Great Hall, his eyes never leaving her form as he watched some random boy from Durmstrang speak to (Y/n), what seemed like, a very romantic Yule Ball proposal.

“Shove off.” He grumbled to his brother who had just appeared with Lee by his side, both of them also taking in the conversation happening just out of ear shock. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what her answer had been.

“Honestly, mate. You had this coming. It’s been a week and you haven’t asked her yet.” Lee pointed out, making George turn to him in angry frustration.

“I was trying to figure out what to say.” He argued, but Fred chortled in response.

“You should’ve asked that guy for advice.” He noted, pointing towards the unlikely pair. George groaned in annoyance.

“I hate all of you.”

+ + +

“Hey, Georgie.” (Y/n) greeted her red- haired friend with a smile.

“Huh? Oh, hi, (Y/n).” He seemed distracted. (Y/n) frowned.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She noted which was true. She hadn’t seen him for about two weeks.

“Uh, yeah… I’ve been busy.” He said, still not looking at her. (Y/n) didn’t take it personally though. He must’ve been thinking about a prank or something.

“Did you figure out who you were taking to the Yule Ball yet?” She asked, trying to start a conversation, and also subtly hoping to plant the idea of asking her into his brain. It wasn’t like it was such a stretch. He seemed to like her. Fred and Lee even went as far as to claim he had a crush on her. Of course, that could’ve been a joke…

“Oh, yeah. There’s this Ravenclaw girl. She’s pretty cool.” He said, dismissively, making (Y/n)’s heart drop.

“Oh…” She said, having not quite taken in his words yet. He was going to the Ball with someone else? “Have a good time. I guess.” She mumbled. She needed to get out of there. Before the thought of George and a pretty Ravenclaw spending the evening together made her burst into tears. She really liked him. And she thought he liked her too…

“Yeah. Well, I’ll be seeing you.” He said, marching off before she could say another word. (Y/n) stared after him, miserably. What just happened?

+ + +

“Ced, is-is there something wrong with me?” (Y/n) asked her Hufflepuff friend Cedric Diggory as she entered the common room to see him lounging on the couch with a book. He frowned at her words.

“Of course not, (Y/n). Who told you that?” He asked, sitting up to give her his full attention, the complete opposite of how George had treated her just moments before. A tear tricked down her face as the conversation replayed over and over in her head.

“Well, n-no one. It’s just- I thought George liked me, b-but he asked a-another girl to go to the Yule Ball w-with him.” She stuttered out, trying so hard not to cry. She shouldn’t be crying over a boy. It was stupid. There were plenty of things worth crying over in the world, and George Weasley certainly wasn’t one of them. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Cedric pulled the sniffling girl into his arms.

“Aww, (Y/n/n)… he’s an idiot.” He said, petting her hair comfortingly.

“No. I’m the idiot for thinking he’d want to ask me.” She said, pulling away and moving quickly to the girls dorms, as the tears started to flow. She didn’t want Cedric to see her cry, not about something so dumb.

“(Y/n). (Y/n), come back!”

+ + +

“You! Weasley! Which one are you?” Cedric asked the moment he found one of the twins. He’d stormed from the common room in anger after (Y/n) disappeared to her room, in search of the cause of her sadness. The ginger held his hands up in defense as Cedric glowered at him.

“Woah, Diggory. What’s got your knickers in a twist.” He asked with a laugh that made Cedric’s blood boil. He was really not in the mood.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with one of you.” He said, the only thing holding him back from strangling the boy in front of him being the fact that there was a fifty percent chance he had the wrong dude.

“Well, I didn’t do anything wrong, so you must mean George.” He fired back, confirming that he was, in fact, not the twin Cedric was looking for. He didn’t back down though, now having a new mission: finding out where the other one was.

“Where is he?” He asked, through gritted teeth. Fred gripped one of his shoulders, carefully.

“Calm down. What did he do to you?” He asked, making Cedric glare harder, as he shook him off.

“It’s not me. (Y/n)’s back in the Hufflepuff common room crying because of him.” He said, still searching the corridor with his eyes for the identical redhead.

“Sh*t. Is she okay? What happened?” Fred asked, all humor gone from his tone and he sounded genuinely concerned, which only made Cedric even angrier.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He seethed, making Fred frown.

“I legitimately don’t know.” And Cedric frowned too.

“Wait… honestly?” He asked, receiving a nod in confirmation.

“Honest, to Merlin. I have no idea what my brother did. Though, quite frankly, I think she should be apologizing to him for stringing him along like she did.” Cedric growled at the gall.

“What the he*l are you talking about? He’s the one who wouldn’t ask her to the Yule Ball.” He argued. Now it was Fred’s turn to get annoyed.

“George had every intention of asking her, until he saw her with that Durmstrang bloke.” He fired back and Cedric crinkled his eyebrows in confusion

“(Y/n) never said she’d go with anyone from Durmstrang.” He said, making Fred’s frown deepen.

“Well that’s not what it looked like.” He shrugged. Both of them seemed to realize the error at the exact same time…

“Wait…”

“Oh, sh*t!”

“We gotta find George!”

+ + +

“I’m an actual idiot.” George said, the words of the Hufflepuff boy and his brother settling around him as he ran his hands through his hair. He thought for sure (Y/n) had said yes to the foreign boy when he invited her to the Yule Ball. Honestly, he was a bit perturbed about it, which, apparently, came across in his attitude towards her, without his knowledge.

“I could’ve told you that.” Cedric said, clearly angry, but holding back for the sake of the situation. George was grateful.

“Not helping, Diggory.” Fred mumbled, making Cedric round on him in annoyance.

“Hey, your best friend isn’t upstairs crying because of this wanker.” That got George’s attention.

“She’s crying over me?” He asked, his heart aching at the thought of causing her pain.

“Sh*t.” Cedric said, realizing what he had done. “Forget I said that. You need to fix this.” He pointed his finger accusingly.

“I will.” George promised, but he had no clue what to do. “How do I fix this?” Fred’s face fell into his hands, the twin groaning loudly at his brothers stupidity.

“How the bloody he*l should we know. This is your problem. Now, you deal with it.” He ordered, clearly tired of the conversation.

“Okay, okay.” George said, his mind reeling with ideas on how he could make everything okay again. “Just get her to the Ball tomorrow night. I’ll think of something.”

+ + +

“I don’t know, Ced…” (Y/n) said, twirling around in the golden yellow gown with a sad expression. She didn’t want to go to the Ball. After everything, it just seemed like more of a chore than anything else. Plus, George and his Ravenclaw date would be there…

“You look beautiful, (Y/n).” Cedric promised, fiddling with her necklace until it was sitting straight, and stepping back to offer her his arm. “C’mon, Let’s go show the Weasley what he’s missing.”

+ + +

“So, what’s the plan.” Fred asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs with his brother, both patientlessly awaiting the festivities in the next Hall.

“Totally don’t have one.” George admitted, making his brothers eyes widen.

“Don’t- George. What are you gonna do?” Fred asked frantically making his twin sigh. He knew it was bad. He’d been sitting up all night trying to figure out what to do, what he’d say when the opportunity arose, but every new idea sounded worse than the last. He figured he’d just have to wing it. At least then he knew it’d come from the heart.

“I hadn’t thought that part through yet.”

“Well, better hurry. Look.” George followed Fred’s gaze to the stairs, where the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen was descending, holding tightly to Cedric Diggory’s arm until she reached the bottom.

“Wow…” He whispered, taking in the beauty that was (Y/n) (Y/l/n), as she looked around nervously.

“You’re drooling.” Fred noted, earning a punch on the shoulder in response.

“Shove off.”

And suddenly, the angel was in front of him.

“(Y/n), you look… wow.” He managed to get out, earning a half smile in return. He hated that he’d hurt her. It was absolutely crushing him inside. If only… “Can we talk?” But, she shook her head.

“Uh, no. Not right now.” And then she was gone, her skirt trailing in glittering waves behind her as she did, George’s heart cracking at the conversation, if you could even call it that.

“Well, that was the politest way you’ve ever been rejected.”

“Go to he*l.”

+ + +

This was a bad idea. Cedric, bless his heart, had wanted so badly to make his friend feel included, but (Y/n) hated to intrude when he so clearly wanted to dance the night away with the lovely Cho Chang. And she didn’t blame him. If someone looked at her the way the Cedric looked at Cho, (Y/n) would want to spend every minute of every day with them too.

“Hey, stranger.” Speaking of…

“Oh, hey, George.” (Y/n) mumbled, refusing to look at him. She was sat on a bench outside the Great Hall, the stars above her her only company, as she reveled in the cool night air, enjoying it much more than the stuffy, loudness of the party inside. But, she hadn’t expected to be followed.

“What are you doing all alone out here?” The redhead asked, sitting beside her. (Y/n) wondered where his date was.

“Wallowing in self-pity, I guess?” She answered truthfully. Even in her anger, (Y/n) couldn’t be mad at him.

“Im really sorry about that. Your friend, Diggory, may have mentioned it was my fault.” George said, making the Hufflepuffs eyes widen in shock.

“You talked to Cedric?” She asked, wondering how much he had spilled to the boy she held unrequited feelings for.

“More like he tried to rip my arm off and I cried like a baby.” He said, laughing at little at the memory. (Y/n), however, frowned. She never wanted George to get hurt because of her. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, he didn’t deserve the wrath of Cedric Diggory.

“Sorry about him. He means well-“ she began, but George interrupted her with a shake of his head.

“No. Don’t apologize. He cares about you. I’d do the same thing if I found out some jerk made you cry.” He said simply, clearly not thinking it through, as, when he was done, his face mirrored her own, in complete awe of his words.

“What?” She asked, figuring she hadn’t heard him correctly. George didn’t like her the way she liked him. She knew that. Right?

“(Y/n). I’m an idiot. I’m a bloody git. I should’ve just asked you to the dance the moment it was announced, but I was scared you’d say no and it would ruin everything. And I couldn’t have that because…” He paused, grabbing her hand in his tightly. “I love you, (Y/n).”

“You love me?” She forgot how to think. She forgot how to breathe. All she could do was stare at the boy, the one she’d been pining after since the day they met, the one sitting in front of her, telling her he loved her.

“Since the day I met you.” And naturally, the first thing to come out of her mouth was not what she had intended to say, nor was it anything she actually cared to know.

“But what about your Ravenclaw date?” She asked, making him grin sheepishly.

“I, sort of, made that up…” He explained, before speaking again. “I’m so sorry that I screwed up everything.” He tried to apologize, but (Y/n) just shook her head, finally sifting through his words that were giving her a headache.

“You didn’t.”

“But-“

“I love you too, Georgie.” That. Those were the words she’d intended.

“You do?” He asked and she smiled. This was everything she’d ever wanted with George. Sweet professions of love under a starry night sky, dressed in ball gowns and dress robes, but neither seeming to care a bit about the party they had left behind, too caught up in one another.

“I do.”

“That’s- I can’t- can I kiss you?” (Y/n) nodded at his jumbled words and he grinned, leaning in and doing just that, his arms finding their way around her body to pull her closer as hers wound up and around his neck. It was perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Georgie.” (Y/n) mumbled against his lips, as they pulled apart. George’s smile widened.

“Best Christmas of my life.”

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500 Follower Request Event!!

Woohooo!! I have reached 500 followers. How fun. And a great way to bless me on this day when I am semi dying from illness 😂

So, I am going to do a request event!! Drabbles or one shots from now 3/22 to 4/05

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Here are the rules:

1) Be patient AF. I have my own business and so, I am crazy busy. But I promise to get to your request!

2) Pick a Prompt (see what I did there?!) and a Cliche Trope and I will come up with someone for you!! You can pick multiple ones, go for it!!

3) Submit only to my asks!! Comments get lost.

PROMPTS

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always been you.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But i’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so i’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Can you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure she/he’s my soulmate.”

“you come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my parents would be proud if I brought you home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen them smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight.”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.”

“Make a wish.”

“I love seeing your smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there fro you.”

“I couldn’t just get you out of my mind.”

“You’re a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you’d like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let me heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

“Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

CLICHE TROPES

1. Love Triangle

2. Secret Billionaire

3. Friends to lovers

4. Stuck together

5. Enemies to lovers.

6. Forbidden Love

7. Second chance

8. Soul Mates

9. Fake Relationship

10. Accidental Pregnancy/Suddenly Parents

11. Best friend’s Brother/Sister

12. Workplace Romance

13. Lost Memories

14. Belated Love Epiphany

15. Beauty and the Beast

16. Blind Date

17. Online Dating

18. The Dare or Bet

19. Kidnapped

20. Secrets & Lies

21. One bed

22. The Coffee Shop

23. Hurt or Comfort

24. Illness

25. Huddling for warmth

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[syneilesis]

Reading chapter 9 of Luke's route and I am living for the potential Team Chevalier shenanigans.

Oh, Belle, you have nice descriptions for Chevalier's eyes too (despite the not-positive connotation)! His eyes are ethereally beautiful, aren't they? Also, reading while travelling, I approve. He probably brought that book so he could ignore the others lmao

Clavis, I love how you're so forthcoming about your feelings towards Chevalier while Chevalier just tolerates you 😂

Chevalier is definitely thinking, all throughout the carriage ride: "I am surrounded by idiots." God bless your patience, King Highness 😂

I would want to read a story where his faction is just up to shenanigans with Chev as the long-suffering elder brother to Clavis and Nokto's trolling. Poor Luke is promised with lots and lots of honey.

Sadly, I did not have enough resources to get that early story bonus from the collection event. I'm saving myself up for Clavis's route release lol

[foli-vora]

Hi Foli! How are you? 🌸

Soo I just had a dirty thot about Frankie. Imagine you're younger sister of one of the guys and had seen Frankie a couple of times but don't really hang out with them that much, but do have a serious crush on him. And so one day you feel a bit horny while thinking of him and start pleasuring yourself in your room, but then hear some voices and suddenly there's a knock on your door. So you quickly get your hand out of your pants and the person who walks in is ofc Frankie! He extends his hand in greeting and you ofc have no other choice but to give him your hand, the very same one that was in your pants just seconds ago! But let's say you managed to vipe it on your shirt or bed first 😂

Frankie noticed you're a bit flustered and that your hand is really warm but he didn't think on it much, he just came to ask you something before he goes back in your brothers room. When he does go back, in one moment during the conversation he scratches his face and THAT'S when he smells you and suddenly everything makes sense, why you were acting weird and all and he jumps to bathroom cause suddenly he's hard and needs to calm down. Not to mention that he has a crush on you as well and maybe sometimes has imagined certain scenarios with you. But now that he knows how you smell like? Oh he's gonna be a lot more creative 😏

It would be really interesting to see these idiots trying to act all normal after and failing miserably. 😂

Nonnie I have literally JUST woken up and you’re slapping me across the face. YOU FILTHY LITTLE THING YOU. (I’m also very well, thank you for asking 🥰)

I see this happening as a younger TF crew era, maybe your brother is home after training or something and he brings his mates and wowzers young!Frankie would be the SWEETEST FUCKING BEAN plus hot af so naturally you’re like 👀 hot damn. Frankie’s obs interested but y’know, mates younger sister, it’s a no-no so he’s respectful and playful and kind but buries that growing crush.

AND THEN THAT HAPPENS. POOR GUY WOULD BE FERAL. Even the playing field a bit by having the bathroom next to your bedroom and you hear a muffled little groan and just know it’s Frankie. These idiots would be tip toeing around each other, automatically flustered when the other is mentioned/around. They’re obvious as all hell so the guys are like 😒seriously? And as soon as Frankie gets that big brother chat it’s over and you better brace for impact coz he’s on his way to you and he won’t be holding back.

DELIGHTFUL ANGEL. THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY MORNING WITH YOUR THOT.

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

Whoaa everything happens so fast in your last chapter. I was badly surprised aaron didn't react much after Ben was rude with him about seb. It's like he was not only jealous of seb and the robert ghost but was already forcing aaron to choose between a kid and him with no respect of the aaron's past. I'm kinda miss liv in your fic but i'm so so so happy to have so much vic. I'm glad she is practically the main character of it for now. She fights for her brother, is there for harry and seb, with David (without meena??), having a nice interaction with Ethan. I was blessed! And maybe later, we will have this photo of Lee being burnt 😂

Really like her conversation with Robert too. It's normal he feels that way but it would be so nice if vic can show him there are still people in emmerdale like jimmy and nicola, matty, idk.

Thank you for this chapter! Wasn't disappointed

Thank you anon you just made my day with this!

Aaron and Ben... is going to get worse. If you think Ben's rude now... just wait until Robert is no longer a 'ghost' and right there down the road. He's definitely jealous of Seb and you might be on to something about wanting Aaron to choose. It's going to get messy!

Liv - I have plans for her in the next chapter(s), so she'll be around more.

And yes my girl Vic is on a mission to get her idiot brother home! She'll show him there are plenty of people left in emmerdale that care about him. And yeah as much as I love Meena, I want Vic to be happy and I kinda like her with David. So Meena just left without murdering anyone and Jacob and Leanna are off travelling after all ;) I planned to mention that in the next chapter(s) so consider this a spoiler or preview lol

And as for the picture burning... I'll keep it in mind lol. I'm not sure yet how much of the posners i want in my story.

if you keep this up for every chapter i think you'll have me weeping with joy soon anon!

[waynes-multiverse]

This chapter was so much! My emotions are all over the place, and I definitely have whiplash 😅🖤 But the smangst!!!! The smangst, oh my God, you killed me with it and it was absolutely perfect *chef’s kiss* 😘

I love that she met Garth! 😂💕 And I loved that she still hunted with Annie and helped where she could. I loved seeing the other hunter’s side. Sam and Dean might figth the devil, but I’m sure there were so many others that helped and tried to keep people safe as best as they could!

I also loved that Sam called her to say goodbye and essentially told her to watch out for his brother. That was such a sweet Sam moment, and I really adore this little glimpses into their friendship as well 🥰

Now to the real nitty-gritty – Dean showing up on her doorstep, completely broken was so accurate and heartbreaking 😭 The back and forth between them was so intense and had me on the edge of my seat screaming at my screen! You described his emotions and feelings so beautifully, even through Julie’s POV. You could really feel his pain and hurt over losing his brother and the way he feels about himself, like he doesn’t deserve to be with Julie. God, Linda, this was masterful 😭👏👏👏

Dean was there still, on the little stoop that led to the motel door, and as Julie watched, he slowly slumped onto the third step up as though he'd been deflated.  He dropped his head into his hands, pushing them through his short hair so that they cupped the back of his head and his elbows rested against his knees.

This moment was absolutely devasting to read and so well described! You feel everything here and hate seeing him like this 💔🥺 I loved how their fight culminated and intensified until Dean couldn’t fight it any longer and gave up. And I-... Excuse me, I’ll go have a shower cry now 😭

But I’m glad he stayed this time, and he had both Julie and Bobby around to take care of him, even though he was a bit of an ass – okay, huge ass! 😅 (We still love our grumpy, grieving bear, tho 🖤) It’s also so interesting to read his whole journey of grieving Sam, trying to move on, and fighting his depression. I liked that it was slow-building and you could really see and feel his progress. A few times I wanted to legit strangle him, though, when he tried to push her away so many times, but I’m glad Julie never gave up on him ❤️

"I know.  I know it's not me your mad at.  And when you need to yell, tell me, I'll yell with you.  We can go stand out in the yard and scream till our throats hurt." 

 Yes, please ❤️❤️❤️😭👏

And dear Lord, their little moment of heated passion was so raw and emotional 🥵 But of course, Dean had to run out and have... a mental breakdown? I think that’s fair to say. He did punch Bobby (😳). 

"I'm sorry, Dean, I don't mean to laugh, but...you used me?"  

Bless her. His argument made me genuinely laugh, too. What a sweet idiot 😂🖤

"God, I love you."

Julie sucked in a breath.  "What?" she asked quietly, afraid he'd try to retract the statement.  

But he just smiled softly.  "So much, Jules.  So much."  

FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! 🥳🙌❤️

Another fantastic chapter, my love 😘👏 You’re rocking this series!!!!

Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 12

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Angst - so much angst, grief, talk of major character death, smut, p in v, some fingering, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex, Dean being an asshole (kind of), fluff.

Word Count: 7, 506 (sorry for another long chapter!)

Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

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Chapter Summary: How will Dean cope with Sammy gone? How can Julie try to heal him?

A/N:  The twelth chapter in a longer series. As I’m writing, the story is stretching out a little and I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 20 chapters. Sorry! 😬 It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊

The beautiful divider at the end was created by @talesmaniac89. 💗

3 months later (May 2010)

Julie pressed the ice pack to her shoulder, hoping to take away the worst of the ache. She and Annie had been exorcising a demon when his buddy had shown up ready to fight. The two women had managed to take down both demons, wrangling the second one into the devil's trap as well, and exorcising them both.

But not before demon #2 had landed a hard blow to Julie's shoulder; he'd been aiming for her head and she dodged at the right moment, but he still clipped her shoulder.

So now, hours later, she was sitting back at the motel, trying to recover while Annie had gone off to help another hunter friend Julie didn't know.

Everything was in chaos right now. There was so much demon activity that the network of hunters across the Midwest couldn't keep up with it.

Something about the upcoming battle of Armageddon seem to have them all excited and riled. That thought brought back the memory of her phone call with Sam two days before, when he told her the plan.

"What? Sam, that can't possibly be the only option!" Julie had said, completely horrified and blown away by what Sam was telling her.

"It is the only option. We can't kill him. So, the only thing we can do is try and get him back in the cage, and..." He paused for a moment but when he spoke again, his voice was full of conviction. "...and I'm the only one who can try to get control of him, and toss him back in."

"Besides," he said, his voice getting quieter. "I let him out, I've gotta put him back in."

Julie had tried to argue his point, but she couldn't come up with any possible alternative if they wanted Lucifer safely caged away again.

She talked with Sam another twenty minutes, with her trying to find solutions that didn't exist and Sam just trying to tell her goodbye. Finally they ended the call.

"Bye, Julie. You take care of my brother, okay? He's gonna be stubborn as hell, but I guess you already know that. But just promise me you won't give up on him too quickly."

Julie wiped away the tears Sam couldn't see, but the quaver in her voice gave them away anyway.

"I'll do whatever he'll let me do, Sam. I promise. But please don't say goodbye like we'll never see each other again." A sob broke through and she tried to squelch it.

"I refuse to say goodbye to you, Sam Winchester. I'll only say, see you later." She pushed down another sob. "So, I'll see you later."

She could almost see Sam's gentle smile as he answered. "I'll see ya, Julie."

After she got off the phone with Sam, she tried to reach Dean a couple of times, but wasn't surprised when he didn't answer. Stubborn, just like Sam said.

So, instead she reached out to Bobby.

"I want to come help, Bobby! I'm new, but I'm a good fighter and I feel like Armageddon is kind of an all hands on deck situation!"

"Sure, it is. That's why I need you and Annie here in Detroit, putting out fires around the city. I've contacted almost a dozen other hunters that I know around the country and warned them to be on the lookout for increased demon activity, and maybe even trouble from the angels. We need you guys to keep the world safe, while we try to keep it spinnin'."

Julie knew he was right, someone had to look out for the regular people and families while chaos reigned. But she couldn't help wanting to be there with them all. She also could help feeling that Bobby was happy to have an excuse to keep her far away from the devil at ground zero.

So, she and Annie, and a handful of other hunters that Julie was meeting for the first time, did the best they could to keep everything running and save as many people as possible.

There was some distrust from the other hunters about working with Julie, since they didn't know her or her capabilities. But Annie vouched for her and Julie felt happy that she'd been able to hold her own with the more experienced hunters.

One of the men, a sweet, slightly odd guy named Garth, gave her his card and told her he'd be happy to work with her again and to call him any time she needed a hand. She tucked it away in her back pack, happy to have made an ally.

Now, she sat alone in the motel room, watching the news reporting flash floods, and shooting stars, freak storms and and earthquakes. She had to give the anchors credit for staying calm while they reported the end of the world.

She washed down a couple painkillers and hoped they did a better job at relieving the ache in her shoulder than the rapidly warming ice pack.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, quiet and tentative. The world being what it was, she picked up her shotgun as she went to the door to look out the peephole.

When she saw who was on the other side, she wrenched the door open as she rested her shotgun against the wall.

"Dean." she breathed out as she looked at him, tall and solid and seemingly in one piece.

But then she caught his gaze, and his eyes, dear god, his eyes were just bottomless pools of pain and hurt.

Julie looked behind him where Baby sat parked and empty.

"Bobby?" she asked.

Dean's mouth twitched in a parody of a smile. "He's good. He's...he went back to his place, he figured there'd be lots of hunters looking for help, so he's manning the hub."

Julie nodded, relief flooding her while trepidation and heartbreak still sat heavy in her stomach.

"Sam?" she asked, her voice nearly silent.

Another ghost of a smile graced his lips and his jaw clenched. "He...he got him. He..." his breaths were becoming shallow. "He won. He's.." He swallowed convulsively for a minute, and Julie knew he was trying to swallow down the pain and grief.

"He's gone."

Julie put her fingertips against her mouth. "Dean." she whispered before she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist praying he would allow it.

He hesitated a minute before he pulled her as close to him as he could and more or less fell on her shoulder.

He buried his face in her neck and in her hair that was loose around her shoulders. He leaned on her heavily, as though he was having trouble standing under his own power, and Julie struggled to keep from buckling under him.

But she stood strong, desperate to be there where he needed her to be. She was determined not to start crying, trying to keep her emotions in check so he wouldn't feel he needed to comfort her.

It was a hope that became impossible as she felt his massive frame begin to shake and broken, guttural sounds start to issue from him. It took her a second to realize he was crying; raw, harsh, choked tears that sounded as though his body didn't remember how to do it. When she heard his broken, bleeding grief, she couldn't keep her own tears from falling.

But she stood in the doorway with him, running her hands up and down his back and reaching up to try and run her fingers through his hair, placing kisses wherever she could reach which was mostly his shoulder and the side of his neck.

After a few minutes had passed Dean pulled himself off of her, silent now and staring at the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said, obviously embarrassed.

"Don't you dare be sorry." Julie said as she led him out of the doorway so she could finally close the door. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

She led him over to the little loveseat that sat under the window and pushed him gently onto it. His movements seemed disjointed and confused as though he couldn't quite remember how he'd got there.

Julie moved off and put some coffee on, hoping that a good strong cup of coffee might help Dean get rid of some of the fogginess he seemed to be moving in. She knew he'd probably prefer a stiff drink, but she had nothing there, not even a beer.

Probably best that he doesn't start drinking anyway, Julie thought, coffee is better.

As the coffee started to drip into the pot, she watched Dean and tried hard not to start crying all over again. He sat in the exact position she'd pushed him into, not moving a muscle, just staring at the ground. His face was a blank mask, expressionless now that his wracking sobs had ended.

As soon as there was a cupful of coffee in the pot, she pulled it out, the still brewing coffee dripping and hissing against the hot plate, as she filled one of the white china cups on the counter.

She brought it over to Dean and sat down beside him on the couch. When he didn't seem to notice her, she pressed the cup into his hand and he startled, looking as though she'd woken him up from a deep sleep.

"Coffee." She said with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "It's good and strong."

Dean looked down at the cup, his brow furrowed. Julie reached out her hand to run it down his cheek, but as soon as her fingers touched his skin, he jumped back as though she'd burned him, managing to actually burn himself when the scalding hot coffee spilled over his hand.

"Oh God, Dean. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Dean cut her off. "What am I doing here?"

For a second Julie was worried he was suffering some kind of memory loss from trauma, but it soon became obvious, as he set the cup down and wiped his burned hand on his green jacket, that the question had been a rhetorical one.

He stood up and seemed at a loss for a moment, until Julie stood up too. Then he looked at her and scowled, shaking his head again.

"I shouldn't be here." He mumbled as he turned toward the door.

Julie leapt after him, pushing under his arm as he reached for the door so that she blocked the door handle. He pulled up short and glared at her.

"Dean, just wait, talk to me."

But he shook his head. "No, I don't have time to talk. I don't know why I came here. Move."

"What do you mean, you don't have time to talk, where are you going?"

"Just get out of my way!" he bellowed at her.

When Julie remained where she was, he growled out a sound of frustration. "For once Julie - just one fucking time - can you just leave me alone and do what I ask!"

Julie knew he was angry and in pain, and like a wounded animal he was lashing out, but his words still slashed her open, drawing blood.

"Dean..." she tried again.

"Move!"

Blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay she stepped aside and freed the door handle. Dean looked surprised for a minute and didn't move immediately. But then he pulled the door open and stormed through it, leaving it open behind him.

Julie waited to hear the sound of the Impala roaring to life, but it never came. Finally she walked around the still open door and looked outside.

Dean was there still, on the little stoop that led to the motel door, and as Julie watched, he slowly slumped onto the third step up as though he'd been deflated. He dropped his head into his hands, pushing them through his short hair so that they cupped the back of his head and his elbows rested against his knees.

Remembering her promise to Sam, Julie took her chances and walked down the steps to stand on the ground in front of him.

He lifted his head to look at her and his eyes were filled with tears.

"They're hurting him." His voice was barely audible but hearing the words, Julie felt pain squeeze her heart.

"They're...he's not just...it's gonna be even worse for him, he's locked up with Lucifer." He swallowed hard again. "My baby brother is being tortured by the devil, Jules, and I don't..." He broke off and closed his eyes tight, tears leaking out from under his long lashes.

He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes and when he pulled them away from his face, he'd successfully pushed the tears away.

"I just keep thinking that I can't just sit here. I can't just sit here and let you soothe me and comfort me while Sammy is being..."

"Dean, that's ridiculous." Julie scolded, cutting him off, but keeping her voice gentle. "Do you think that someone caring for you means you don't care about what's happening to Sam? That if you find any kind of comfort, you're somehow making things worse for Sam?"

Dean didn't answer, simply dropping his head and allowing his hands to dangle between his knees. Julie walked closer to him and tilted his chin so he was looking up at her.

"Sam told me to take care of you, Dean. And I intend to keep my promise. So the first thing you're going to do is come inside and drink that cup of coffee while I pack up. Then you and I are going to get into that black beauty over there and go home to Bobby's."

She risked it and ran her hand down Dean's cheek again. This time he leaned into it, turning his head and kissing her palm. He looked up at her, his green eyes still filled with such pain, but also remorse now.

"I'm sorry, Jules."

Julie shook her head. "I know." She grabbed his other cheek with her other hand and bent forward slowly to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Come on, let's go home."

***

The next week was one of the most exhausting Julie had ever experienced. When they got back to Bobby's, Dean said he was just really tired and wanted to go to bed.

Julie brought him to her room and basically tucked him into her bed. She was glad she'd exchanged her old twin bed for a double when she'd come back after college. Dean never would have fit in that tiny thing.

That first night Dean seemed to sleep like the dead, straight through for thirteen hours, but then for the rest of the week, he never slept for more than two hours together.

For the first two days Bobby and Julie barely saw him. He just laid in Julie's room for hours. She would go in to check on him, and he'd either be lying in bed, or sitting up on the side of it, staring at nothing.

She'd tried to get him to come out for meals, but he kept refusing, so she'd started to bring him in food trays, but he'd barely touched any of that either.

On the third morning she went in to check on him, and he hadn't eaten any of the breakfast she'd brought him two hours before. He was sitting on the side of the bed this time and he looked up at her as she entered. Julie wanted to cry.

His eyes had dark purple shadows under them, his eyelids red-rimmed and painful looking. His cheeks were covered in thick scruff and his hair was completely disheveled from sleeping on it and no doubt constantly running his fingers through it.

He still wore the same black t-shirt and jeans he'd worn for the last three days, his leather jacket and flannel tossed in the corner on the floor.

"Hey." Julie said as she sat down beside him on the bed. "It's a really beautiful day out. Bobby has a part he needs for his car and I wondered if you wanted to take a ride with me in Baby to go get it." She nudged his shoulder gently. "Great day to hit the highway."

As soon as she said it, she wanted to take it back. Dean's eyes closed tight and she knew he was thinking about all the hours of open road he'd travelled with Sam. She knew just how special Baby was to both of them. She never should have suggested it.

Before she could say anything else, Dean just shook his head and laid down on the pillow. "Not today, Jules. I'm too tired."

Julie nodded and stood up. She reached out a hand and pushed it through his hair like she would a sick child. She felt Dean pull away a little and she dropped her hand.

"Okay, no problem." Julie said. "Maybe tomorrow." She hated the false note of positivity she put in her voice. It was so forced. She took the untouched, cold food away and closed the door behind her.

Later that evening, Julie went in with a dinner tray. His lunch tray showed only two bites taken out of the turkey sandwich she'd made him. But somehow beside him on the bedside table, was an almost empty bottle of whiskey that she had definitely not brought in.

She didn't bother wondering how the stealthy hunter had managed to sneak in and out of the bedroom without either Bobby or herself noticing.

Magic.

She picked it up and looked at him laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.

"Where did this come from?"

Dean turned bloodshot eyes in her direction. "Bobby's liquor cabinet. Where else?" His voice was nothing but gravel and grit and there was a slight slur to his words.

"Dean. It's probably not a great idea for you to get drunk right now."

He scowled at her. "Well, it's a good thing it's not up to you, because I think this is a perfect time to be drunk."

He sat up and grabbed the bottle out of her hand, opening it and taking another large swig.

Julie threw up her hands, exasperated. "You've barely eaten anything in three days, no wonder you're drunk off half a bottle of whiskey." Julie exchanged trays, setting the dinner tray where the lunch tray had been.

"Look, I made you a burger, extra onions." She tried to pull the bottle out of his hand, but he yanked it back, a few drops sloshing out of the open top.

"Jesus, Jules!! I'm not fucking hungry. Just stop trying to force feed me like I'm some kind of invalid." Dean shouted at her.

"Then stop acting like one!" Julie shouted back. She took a deep breath as he glared at her. "You have to move, Dean. You have to eat something, have a shower, get dressed in other clothes. I'm not saying you have to do that all at once. But pick one thing and do it."

Dean picked up the burger and took a bite of it, washing it down with another pull of whiskey. He set the burger back on the plate. "There, I ate something. Now fuck off."

He glared up at her and Julie spun away from him before she either burst into tears or smacked him across the face.

***

Later that night, Julie was sleeping on the couch as she had been since Dean took over her room, since he clearly didn't want her company. She woke up with a start, hearing Dean give a shout of fear.

She ran to the room and opened the door to see him sitting up on the side of the bed, breathing hard. When he looked up at her, all his previous wrath was gone and there was only fear and heartbreak.

He shook his head. "Sorry." he whispered. "Just a dream."

"I'm gonna be right back." Julie ran quickly out of the room and came back half a minute later with a quart of ice cream and two spoons.

She sat down beside him, leaving plenty of room between them, and handed him a spoon.

"One night, about thirteen years ago," Julie's voice was a whisper. "I woke up so scared and so lost. I didn't know what the next day would bring and I didn't know how I would keep moving forward."

She took a deep breath and took the lid off the ice cream and scooped some up on her spoon.

"Then this floppy-haired guy showed up in my doorway and scared the crap out of me."

Dean huffed out a sound that came close to being a laugh. Julie took it as encouragement.

"But then," she continued. "he brought me into the kitchen and tried to convince me that mint chocolate chip was the best flavor of ice cream."

She held out the tub of green ice cream towards him and he scooped up a spoonful of the minty, chocolatey dessert, closing his eyes as it hit his tongue. He pulled out the spoon and smiled slightly.

"It is still the best." He stated.

Julie shook her head. "No, you're still wrong. Rocky Road for life." Dean finally looked at her and there was a wider, sad smile on his face.

Julie took her own spoonful of ice cream and ate it before she continued. "But it didn't matter what flavor the ice cream was because the guy worked his magic; he made me feel safe and protected. Like everything was going to be okay."

Julie set down the ice cream and got close to him, picking up his hand and rubbing the back of it.

"Now all I wanna do is make that guy feel the same way. Help him feel safe and protected, as though whatever tough things happen tomorrow, he'll be able to handle it and I wanna remind him that he's not alone, I'll be right there to help him."

Dean closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to hers. "Jules, I'm so sorry. I know I'm being an asshole, I keep yelling at you, but you're not..." he sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

Julie nodded. "I know. I know it's not me your mad at. And when you need to yell, tell me, I'll yell with you. We can go stand out in the yard and scream till our throats hurt." Dean let out a breathy chuckle.

Julie stood up and grabbed the ice cream. "Here, I'll go get you an actual bowl of this, so the rest of it doesn't melt."

As she moved away, Dean snagged her wrist. "No don't go. Just let it melt. Stay here with me."

Julie was about to scoff at him and say he could wait less than two minutes until she put the ice cream away.

But then she saw something in his expression, something that reminded her that asking her to stay, admitting he needed her with him, was incredibly hard for him, and she worried that making light of it at all would make him pull back into himself.

So, she just nodded and set the ice cream on the plate with the burger where it would melt into liquid. Dean laid down and pulled her down beside him so she was lying on her back. He laid mostly on his stomach, wrapping his arms around her and laying his head against her breast.

His body felt tense against her so she began to run one hand through his hair while the other hand rubbed up and down his back as far as she could reach.

Slowly, minute by minute, she began to feel him relax against her. She started to hum something soft that she vaguely remembered her mother singing to her when she'd put her to bed. She was sure she was remembering it wrong, but her voice was soft and slow and soothing and she could feel it working as the muscles in his back loosened and his breathing evened out into the cadence of sleep.

Eventually, she could feel her own eyelids getting heavy and her last thought was to hope that when the sun rose, it wouldn't burn away all the tranquility and peace they'd found in the night.

***

The next few days seemed better.

The next morning, Dean woke up beside her and kissed her cheek before he got up out of bed. A few minutes later she heard the shower start.

He came into the kitchen about twenty minutes later, his hair still damp, dressed in new black jeans and a blue denim shirt. He was so handsome, Julie felt her mouth run dry. She felt bad for lusting after him while he was still so vulnerable and hurting, but she couldn't help it, he was just so beautiful all the time.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with them, eating a few pieces of bacon and some toast.

There was an awkward kind of joviality between them, as though all of them were trying to pretend things were okay now. But it was a brittle kind of happiness and after about an hour Dean looked exhausted.

He stood up and kissed Julie on the head. "I'm just gonna lay down for a bit."

"Sure." Julie said, wanting to add that she knew how much effort it had taken him to do everything he did that morning, and how proud she was of him for his strength, and that she knew how badly he was still hurting every second, and that she didn't expect him to be okay over night and he shouldn't expect it either, and that she loved him no matter what, always and forever.

But since she knew that would be way too much for Dean to take in, she settled for reaching out and squeezing his hand as he walked away.

The next couple days Dean continued to get up in the mornings and eat with them. He was still eating very little, especially for Dean, but he was consuming food and that was all Julie could ask. He worked on some kind of chore in the mornings, working on Baby or a different car in Bobby's yard, or fixing things around the house.

Julie knew how much he loved to work with his hands, and how good he was at taking things apart, finding the problem and putting everything back together again. She hoped that these simple tasks were helping him to feel some kind of sense of control at a time, when he must be feeling powerless.

He was still barely sleeping, and when he did, his sleep was plagued with nightmares that he never talked about. Without either of them discussing it, Julie had stopped sleeping on the couch and now slept beside him every night.

One night, just over a week after he'd lost Sam, Julie woke up again to Dean moaning and jerking in his sleep. Every other night this had happened, Julie just shook him awake and then let him squeeze her too hard as his heart stopped racing and his breathing returned to normal.

This time, however, she couldn't get him to wake. His face was twisted in an expression of torment and she shook him harder.

"No! No!" Dean was almost whispering. "Please, please stop!"

It was the first time he'd said actual words instead of just moaning or breathing roughly.

Julie felt tears burn the back of her throat as she tried again to shake him awake.

"Dean! Honey, wake up!" she called over and over. Finally after nearly two minutes of trying, she shook him and he jumped up, pushing her away from him, as he tried to take in where he was.

The look of confusion and abject horror on his face made Julie have to swallow over and over so that she wouldn't give in to the tears that were threatening to overflow.

She held up her hands. "It's okay, Dean. You're home, with me. Here. At Bobby's." She caught his eye and tried to nod reassuringly. "Remember?" she asked.

She saw the moment reality overtook the remnants of the dream and his shoulders slumped forward. He just stared down at his hands in his lap.

Dean and Julie were facing each other on the bed and Julie tried to catch his gaze again to see how he was recovering, but he just kept staring at his hands, palms up in his lap.

His voice was muffled with sleep and sadness when he spoke. "It was me...I was...Sam was on my table...on the rack in front of me and I was.." He trailed off and Julie saw tears fall into his open palms.

"I was cutting into him, slicing...and...I was screaming in my head to stop, trying to make myself see that it was Sammy...and he was..."

Dean choked slightly, trying to force the tears down. "He was begging me to stop, he was..." Dean let his face fall into his hands, covering it completely. "He was screaming...so loudly..."

Julie couldn't take anymore, she couldn't hear him describe such a horrifying dream any longer. She climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms as far as they would go around him with his arms still clutched around his head.

Desperate to do anything that would take away those images Julie just clung to him, at a loss of how to fix it.

Suddenly Dean grabbed her by the upper arms and pushed her away from him only to grab her face and pull her to him for a deep, wild kiss.

Julie could taste both their tears on their lips as she opened her mouth and felt Dean's tongue sweep in and ravage her mouth. He pushed her onto her back and moved his kiss, still open-mouthed and urgent, down her neck.

"Please." Dean said, his voice desperate and pleading. "God, please Jules. Just, I need you. Please, let me..." he trailed off, not giving her specifics of what he wanted her to let him do. But it didn't matter, because she would have done anything if it meant giving him a moment of peace.

"Yes." She said simply. "Yes."

And with her permission, Dean began to move his mouth down her body, frantically running his hands up and down her skin, as though he wanted to touch all of her all at once.

"Fuck, Jules..." he pushed her tank top up and took hold of her bare breast underneath, squeezing and kneading it almost painfully. He laved his tongue across her nipple before moving further down her body.

He slipped his hand into her pajama shorts and groaned when he found her with no panties, and completely soaking wet for him already.

"Jules, I need you so much." He was breathing harshly in her ear as his teeth tugged at her earlobe and Julie let out a small gasp. "I just need your...life...and your light...the...you're so beautiful, I just need it. Please? God, please Jules." He mumbled incoherently.

Dean quickly pulled off her shorts and pulled down his jeans and seconds later Julie felt his cock pushing through her slick folds. She moaned at the feeling.

Finally, he thrust into her and Julie bit hard on her lip to stop from crying out. He rammed into her hard and fast and Julie pressed her fingernails into his shoulders.

Dean reached down and rubbed three fingers hard against the bundle of nerves that were screaming out for his touch and Julie reared up against him.

As he pounded into her, she could feel herself about to climax and knew he was close too by how erratic his movements had become. As he continued to move against her, his mouth was on her pulse point, sucking hard. As he let go of her bruised flesh, he panted into her ear.

"Fuck Jules, please make the dark go away."

"Yes!" Julie moaned back to him, not able to say anything more as she felt her walls squeezing around him as he thrust one final time, groaning harshly into the crook of her neck, pulling slightly on her hair while his body was rigid over her, shudders coursing through him.

Finally, he rolled off of her and lay still, panting to catch his breath. In much the same condition Julie pulled the blanket up over her rapidly cooling skin.

She heard Dean's breathing steady and even out and thought he was falling asleep. She felt her own heavy eyelids falling and her tired muscles welcomed the velvety comfort of sleep.

But she was startled awake not long after as she heard the bedroom door open and saw Dean walking out. Assuming he was going to the bathroom, it wasn't until she heard the front door open that she sat up and quickly grabbed her pajama shorts off the floor.

She barely got them on in time to run out of the bedroom and out of the front door as Dean turned over the Impala's engine. She ran up to the driver's door.

"Dean what are you doing?" she asked, banging on the window a little frantically, completely at a loss for what was going on and why he was leaving in the middle of the night. She stepped away from the car as he revved the engine, not wanting her bare toes to be run over by the black beast.

But then as he started pulling away she panicked completely and ran out in front of the car forcing Dean to slam on the brakes.

Dean slammed the car into park and pushed open his door. He stood half in and half out of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled at her over the engine's idling rumble. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Julie marched up to his door. "What the fuck are you doing, Dean Winchester?" she yelled back. "Are you insane? You just...I mean we just..." she couldn't find the words without getting them caught in her throat.

She settled on saying, "We were just together like that...and then you just take off into the night, without even a goodbye?" She pushed on the car door, just barely moving him. "What are you thinking?"

Dean's face was harsh. "I'm an asshole and a bastard so I was thinking that I should remove myself from your life. And I was thinking I could do that by going to find a way to get Sammy out. I figured I'd offer a trade." His words were rushed and rambling.

"You know, I mean Cas isn't answering any of my prayers about trying to get Sam out, so maybe there's a demon or two that will want to help, for a price of course, so I figured I'd offer myself up, get Sam out and get me the fuck out of your life."

He slammed the car door closed and walked away, yelling back. "Two birds with one stone, you know?!"

Julie just shook her head. "No, I don't know. I have no idea what's going on in your head right now and it's scaring the crap out of me. And let's also talk about how stupid you'd have to be to try and make more deals with demons!" Julie ended on a roar.

Dean cut across the end of her sentence. "It's not crazy when there are no other options!"

Dean was standing in the middle of the yard, yelling and waving his hands while Julie still stood by Baby and shook her head, completely at a loss.

It was that moment that Bobby came outside. "You two are gonna bring the law down on us if you don't stop all your screamin'. What's goin' on?" He asked, seeming to ignore the fact that he was yelling too.

Dean threw up his hands. "Nothing, Bobby. I'm leaving, just tell your crazy kid to move out of the way so I don't run her over."

But Bobby didn't like the sound of any of that, and he moved quickly to intercept Dean just before he reached the driver's side door.

"Now, calm down, son and tell me what's happening."

But Dean just tried to barrel through and when Bobby wouldn't back down and tried to hold Dean back, the younger man cocked his fist and smashed it into Bobby's mouth.

"Dean!" Julie shouted as she ran forward and crouched down beside Bobby. She looked up at Dean, full of confusion and anger.

Dean seemed momentarily shocked into stillness by Bobby on the ground nursing a split lip and Julie staring up at him, furious and hurt.

But then he just spun away and got into the Impala.

Julie helped Bobby sit up a bit more, as the Impala's tires spun and gravel shot out from underneath. Julie watched heartbroken as it sped away, but then it stopped just outside the "Singer Autos" gates.

The car sat there a minute, before Bobby pushed her toward it. "Go see him. Check on him."

"What? No. I need to help you."

Bobby scoffed and stood up. "It's a split lip, kid. I've had worse."

They both watched the car sit on the other side of the gates a moment before Bobby nodded toward the car and it's driver.

"Go on, darlin'. He needs you."

"He clearly doesn't or he wouldn't have tried to run away right after we..." Julie caught herself too late and looked at Bobby with very flushed cheeks. "I mean..."

Bobby cut her off with a grimace. "I know what you mean, just please stop talking to me about it and go talk to that idjit about it."

Julie reluctantly walked closer to the Impala, thinking with every step that it was going to just drive away.

But it didn't and she reached the driver's side door and looked through the window to see Dean slumped over the steering wheel. Julie banged hard on the window and found some petty satisfaction when he jumped at the sound.

He stared at her through the glass for a moment before he rolled down his window.

Pulling forth all the compassion and patience she possibly could, she spoke calmly. "Dean, for the love of god, shut the car off and come inside."

After a second, Dean cut the rumble of the engine, but made no move to go inside.

"Dean..." Julie began, feeling the patience already wearing thin.

"Can you come here instead?" Dean asked with a nod to the passenger seat.

Julie nodded and walked around to climb into Baby's warm, leathery interior. Silence reigned for quite a while and Julie just let it, trying to give them both time to recover, although since she had no idea what exactly had set Dean off, she couldn't possibly say what would help him calm down.

But time and silence seemed to do the trick because after a while Dean turned to face her with a deeply serious expression.

"Jules, I'm so sorry. I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am for what I did."

Julie shrugged. "Bobby's the one who should hear that apology. It was his lip you broke open."

Dean scowled and shook his head. "I'm not talking about what I did to Bobby, I'm talking about what I did to you."

Julie rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. "Well, it wasn't exactly a good time, but it's hardly the first time you yelled at me, and I was doing a fair amount of yelling back. And I did stupidly jump in front of the car, so it was hardly your fault that you almost hit me."

But before Julie was even halfway through her response Dean was looking at her like she was crazy. "That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about..." he paused and turned his head to look out the windshield. His voice was a whisper when he continued. "I'm talking about the fact that I used you."

Julie saw his jaw clench as he continued. "I used you...used your body as an outlet for my pain, my darkness...I...I'm so sorry."

Julie didn't mean to, she wasn't expecting to, but she just burst out laughing. Dean swung his head back around to face her, confusion furrowing his brow.

Julie tried to tamp down the laughter, but the whole idea was so ludicrous.

She laid one hand on his arm and used the other hand to cover her grin. "I'm sorry, Dean, I don't mean to laugh, but...you used me?" She shook her head. "Dean if you think for one second that I would have allowed you to 'use me' if I didn't want it, boy, you must have forgotten that I learned how to flip you on your ass well over a year ago."

Her expression was challenging him to disagree with her. When he didn't she eased into a smile. "Look, I wanted you as much as you seemed to want me."

Dean shook his head. "I know that, I mean I have no delusions that I ever would or ever could force you into anything. But that's kind of my point. I used your feelings, your desire, your sympathy, I used them to try and..." he stopped and ran a hand through his hair.

"I wanted to hide all the dark things that are swimming around in my head every day, all the time since Sammy's been gone, I wanted to bury them in you. And that's awful."

"No." Julie said slowly, as though trying to explain something to a small child. "It's not awful, it's beautiful." Dean's expression turned completely disbelieving.

"Really." Julie reiterated. "I think it's amazing and wonderful if I can help you find even a few minutes of beauty or light, or whatever you find in me. Even if it's only for the span of a climax." She said, her cheeks getting pink. "I'll give you any amount of peace I can, any way I can give it."

She grinned cheekily. "If it just so happens to also make my eyes roll back in my head and have me screaming in ecstasy, well, even better."

Dean finally lost his frowning seriousness and a slight smile showed through.

Julie shook her head. "Is that why you were leaving?"

Dean shrugged. "It was half of it." He glanced at her. "Two birds with one stone, remember." He ran a hand down his face. "The other half was feeling incredibly guilty that Sam is still suffering while I'm...finding peace and light." He finished, with a tight smile.

Julie sighed. "I told you, you suffering doesn't help Sam in any way."

Dean nodded, "I know. I also know that if I go into another demon deal Sam would be so incredibly disappointed." He waved a hand at their position just beyond the gates. "Which is why I'm stopped here, completely at a loss as to my next step."

Julie decided on boldness and crawled into his lap and straddled his thighs. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips and pushed her hands through his incredibly soft hair trying to tame it.

"Your next step is to come back in the house, apologize to Bobby," she gave him a scowl at that, "and then get a few more hours of sleep. So that when we wake up we can start researching properly about how to get Sam out."

Dean seemed surprised. "You're not going to tell me that this was Sam's decision and he knew the consequences, and that it's too dangerous to try and get him out."

Julie shrugged. "All of those things are true, but if you don't care about them, I don't care about them. We will find a way to bring Sam home. I promise."

She leaned forward for another gentle kiss, but Dean grabbed both her cheeks in his hands and held her in place so he could lick up into her mouth and pull on her tongue with his lips, moaning softly into her mouth.

When he pulled back they were both breathing heavy, so harshly in fact that Julie almost missed Dean's next whispered words.

"God, I love you."

Julie sucked in a breath. "What?" she asked quietly, afraid he'd try to retract the statement.

But he just smiled softly. "So much, Jules. So much."

His next kiss was much more gentle, but also drawn out, turning into neck kisses and collarbone kisses before a thumping on the roof made them jump apart.

"I'm glad to see you two made up, but how about you pull yourselves away from each other's mouths and come back inside and tell me what the hell is goin' on."

With that Bobby wandered back toward the house and Dean smiled gently at Julie, slightly abashed.

"Do you think he knows we slept together in your childhood bedroom?"

Julie nodded. "Yeah, he definitely does - I kind of accidentally told him." She grimaced playfully. "Sorry!"

Dean shrugged and smiled. "Well, it's okay. He owes me a punch in the mouth anyway."

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[thekillingmoonmoon]

daah i am so excited to come back and catch up on all the replies i owe you!!

firstly - how was your weekend? i hope you were okay with the second dose... i thought about how you were holding up and sending you these itty bitty hearts of concern your way <3<3<3 i went away for the weekend to see some friends. it was fun but i'm not so used to long periods of being out and about.

follow up question from your ask game (are we allowed to do that? you don't have to) your favourite number is 8 sooo... how do you draw it? two circles sitting on top of each other? an s with a diagonal upstroke? a diagonal downstroke with a backwards s?

about the siblings-3, i don't know what it is. in my head takeomi and sanzu gave each other their scars and if i'm reaching for a reason, it has to do with maybe takeomi doing something shady post shinichiro, them fighting and falling out, and that leading to sanzu's thing with loyalty. but then they're okay in bonten so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ all my theories go out the window when i look directly at them.

about petnames, please don't worry, i don't mind them in your fics! especially when there's a strong characterization that just fits (i am definitely thinking of rose red ran... and definitely singing this charming man). i'd have to read non-english fic to run across the negative ones, heh. i like the old-fashioned ones you mentioned, they do seem so sweet in a sepia-toned memory. i haven't met toji yet, i'm still in the junpei arc of the manga ^_^;;; but i have come across the tumbley-version of him, haha. i thought about the use/avoidance of "y/n" in fic and then switching to thinking in person, i weirdly don't use people's names often? like of course i'll use nicknames to catch their attention from a distance but if we're sitting together i'll just start talking or start with a thinky-noise or a pat on the arm. do you use names a lot in person?

i'm going to split this up into separate parts, and send marigold 2 its own note. this time i was SO happy when i read it again.

be back soon!! i hope your day is going swimmingly <3

hello hello 🥰

it's good to see you back, I totally get you about not being used to seeing so many people. I am going to a wedding in a few weeks (all very COVID friendly and following the law) and I think I'm going to need a good week to recharge the social batteries. but I hope you had a good weekend, and got to decompress after the week💜

I actually didn't react too badly to the second dose (gods bless) I just felt groggy for a day, but then again, I always feel groggy😂. my partner seemed to be the worst off of us, he was making old man noises for two days🙃

I actually had to go draw an 8 to see how I do it - I draw it as an upright infinity sign🤷🏼‍♀️ does that help? the closest I can match to your description is an s with diagonal upstroke but make it ✨curvy✨, what about you?

the mysterious siblings - okay so I really really don't want it to be that these two idiot brothers mutilated each other. in my head I'm imagining that Sanzu and his loyalty got him into some trouble and our God of War saved him, and both of them got their scars through that incident. but that's probably just wishful thinking. what I've noticed is that it seems like two very different blades were used. Omi's scar looks like it could come from your standard knife whilst Sanzu looks like his scars were created with surgical blades or something smaller and narrower? does that make sense? I also feel that the loyalty Sanzu has could be a very warped version of Omi's devotion to Shinichiro. like it's very clear that Omi still has intense loyalty to Shin and the Black Dragons, and I can see young Sanzu adopting that with Mikey, but because everything has a darker theme and has this veil of corruption with Mikey's reflection of Shinichiro (hello darkness my old friend) maybe that is what happened with Sanzu. also Sanzu probably felt out of place. Omi had Shin and his Dragons, Senju doesn't seem to have a problem getting along with people, and maybe Sanzu felt that he didn't belong. but Mikey gave him a place to exist, gave him a purpose, and didn't give up on him, even though Sanzu couldn't be in any of the normal divisions of Toman.

in all of this I just want to give Senju a hug and do some normal girl stuff with her. she clearly wants a balance between ordinary life and gang life, which Mikey never managed. so I just wanna have a sleepover with her, do her nails, watch terrible movies, talk about any cute people in her class, just give her a space to experience being a teenager.

the thing is, we never learn enough about Bonten (which makes it so ripe for fics, I love the concept of it) so we don't actually know if there is a decent relationship between Omi and Sanzu. if Draken hadn't stepped in when he did, Senju would be dead, so I assume that in the Bonten timeline, she is dead and that's what brought them together under Mikey. but Omi isn't directly under Mikey. there's a big difference between an advisor and an executive, and I'm so mad that we never got to see more *sigh*

okay so petnames - as long as you're comfy with the petnames I throw around, I'm happy. I love them really, especially pairing either rough men with soft petnames or softer men with "dirtier" petnames, but honestly I love applying them in general. and I do use it in my characterisation. I never use the name "angel" in JJK fics, because I don't believe they would consider angels within their world. ( I also use "sugar" for Gojo because of his canon sweet tooth, and he would call you something sappy like that, the menace)

Toji. I love him in canon. I love a horrible character that is well written. I honestly believe he is one of the most well written characters in JJK, so I'm excited to know what you think of him. I played around with his character in canon with my born to die series, how he would handle feelings, how he would express love. and then I just softened him up for the biker au because as much as the world is awful, the Jujutsu world is worse and that would really affect how people would behave. good luck with the Junpei arc. you are always welcome to come cry here, I will provide tea and cuddles and tissues💜

I do use names a lot in person actually. most of my friends don't have names that can be made into nicknames, and as much as my name can be made into nicknames, I left most of those back in highschool. even my partner rarely uses a nickname, he rather uses a petname or my full name. I use a lot of petnames with my friends, ranging from sweet to downright ridiculous. I don't know why though. maybe our culture places more emphasis on names and identity?

I'd love to read what you thought about marigold but don't rush and don't stress about it. I'm happy that you were in a better place when you reread it ( I can't believe someone reread my writing, ahhhhh)

I'm actually a bit stuck with my prompts at the moment. like I have a clear idea of what I'm going to do with each prompt and character, but the words aren't wording right 🙃😂 maybe I'll get struck by inspiration halfway through work or my thesis, that always seems to work

I hope you have a really good week💜 and that you find the moments to breathe and rest. I'm going to the beach later in the week, I'll probably freeze but I'm quite excited.

stay safe and stay hydrated💐

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

What is one "What could go wrong?" moment that you had that actually went very wrong.

That's a really interesting question anon and I have just the one for you.

Now the whole situation is so much easier to talk about now and even slightly humorous in a weird way, but when it was happening... fucking hell it was terrifying.

So what happen was that one of my closest friends (let's call her Ann) was going on a date with this guy and well, I had only met him once and to be honest, I didn't like him buuuut Ann always went on these random dates with these random guys for fun so like I didn't really think much about it. (This all happened about a year ago) so anyways, I was talking to her on the phone as she was getting ready and she is such a worrier, so I was kinda teasing her about it and telling her not to fool around cuz random dude wasn't worth it. Either way she went on the date and I thought you know "it's normal she'll just call me after she comes home". So I put on my favorite movie and just did my writing and stuff.

About an hour went by and I don't know why but I had this weird feeling in my stomach so I picked up my phone to see if she'd called and there was about a ton of unread messages on it. I freaked out.

She usually calls me you know. Like annoyingly calls me even for the little things (says she wants conversations I can't weasel my way out of😅) so all these texts freaked me out. Anyways, after I opened my phone I could see that she'd texted me about 5 minutes or so ago (all of them saying to please answer and to please come get her etc), so I immediately called and you have no idea how terrified I was while the phone rang. I was imagining all kinds of stuff and it didn't help that the phone rang forever before she finally picked up.

Ann was crying and I didn't understand half the shit she was saying but what I understood was that she didn't know where she was and that she was scared. Stupid me didn't even have time to ask where the hell the idiot was and what he'd done before I just rushed of and woke my brother up and asked him to drive me around until we found her.

I'm not good with directions or landmarks so I was so scared that we wouldn't find her and Ann sounded like she was out of it and she told me while we were on the way that she didn't want him to find her

Anyways bless my older brother for staying calm during it all and actually managing to calm her down and get some form of info out of her and we found her in 20m or so I think but to me it felt like hours and the whole time I was imagining the most terrible things. Now, a lot of my friends go out drinking and partying and yes they do call me drunk sometimes talking funny and making dumb jokes, and half the time I'm not worried about them at all, because they are just having fun. But when anyone calls me crying.... yeah, it's scary. Especially when it's Ann. Cuz she is probably one of the most responsible people I know.

Either way, turns out the idiot was an asshole and only went out with her so he could sleep with her and when things started escalating she bailed and I'm glad she got out of that situation safely.

For some reason, the whole thing has sorta become an inside joke for us now😅. Whenever we see a shady dude we scale him on that idiot level. Like from 1 to 10. Or whenever one of us are feeling down we say his name and the other person comes over to watch movies or somethings😂

Sooooo I don't think this was what you were expected when you asked this question. (Sorry about that, Ann came over today and we're having a sleep over, so that's the first story that came to mind for me) but hope it ticks the box anyways😁

[myupsteadheart]

Goodbye to Sunny and her soldier 🌞

Here's one last recap 😭😭😭

1) "... as her lips continue to leave invisible marks of love and care..." 🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is so incredibly sweet!!! It makes me smile like an idiot!!!! I love this!!!!

2) from the first moment I started reading, I knew it's their wedding day!!!!! 😊😊😊😊😊😊

3) their wedding with only Vanessa, Mouse and Trudy by their side is as much perfect as it was them alone on the show! These are the most important people in their lives! What else do they need??? 🥲🥲🥲🥲 (it's not boring Vanessa! It's just Upstead!)

4) waiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Is. That. This. Bar.????????? Is this the "Closing time" bar??????????? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 .... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

5) As soon as Mouse is on the stage and points out a finger to Jay and Hailey, I immediately got carried back to that night after the funeral in this bar, when Hailey stood on the stage, began singing, pointed out her finger to Jay, and said "I’m talking to you, soldier." and ofc "Closing time" immediately played in my head!!!!!! And now I'm crying 😭😭😭😭😭😭 like usual, when I'm reading this beautiful story!!!

6) Mouse speech????? Yeah, what should I say? I chuckled and ofc TEARS streamed down my face!!!!!!! 😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭 ... "He’s my brother, my best friend, and I know that both of us are still here only because of you." 😭😭😭😭😭😭

7) Trudy being Trudy! 😂😂😂😂😂 hilarious!!!!!

8) karaoke.... 😭😭😭😭 THAT. IS. THIS. BAR.!!!!!!!! Em, if they'll sing this song again, I'm gonna LOSE IT!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

9) “You up for a song?” noooooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭 but yesssssss 🥰🥰🥰🥰

10) “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I. Am. A. Crying. Mess. Over. Here.!!!!!!!!!!!! This song isn't just a song! It's their song! It's their story! It's Bo's song! Singing Bo's song means Bo is right with them at their wedding day!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm crying while typing this!!!! 😭😭😭😭 Singing THIS song in THIS bar at their wedding has so much meaning behind it! THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY RECEPTION!!!!! I'm crying my soul out over this perfection!!!!! 😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭

11) "Her missing piece. Her new beginning. Her husband." 😭😭😭😭😭 I. LOVE. THIS. SO. MUCH.!!!!

12) “Take me home, sunshine.” 😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭😭😭😭 Because they know exactly who they want to take each other home! 🎶 ... 😭😭😭😭😭 What a perfect, perfect SOMEDAY, Em!!!!

13) ALRIGHT... I calmed down a bit, and I'm ready for the epilogue! I can't believe that we're at the end of this beautiful AU! I'm not ready to say goodbye to our soldier and his sunshine!!! 🥲

14) 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 Vanessa really decided to be a police officer!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!

15) WHERE IS JAY??????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔 Post office????

16) ohhhh, okay, *sighs in relieve* ... got it! Jay's just on a work trip...

17) He's gone for a week, and it's just the second day, and she writes him a letter???? Oh my goodness, Sunshine.... 🥰🥰🥰 Just like the old times...

18) THIS woman with her own soldier story??? And she even remembers our Sunshine????

19) “And I loved him relentlessly.” Yes, Sunshine, you did that! And you will always and forever! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #UpsteadForever

Oh, Em, my beautiful, talented Em!!!! 🥲🥲🥲🥲 I'm gonna miss Sunshine and her soldier, so damn much! I'm gonna miss crying every Saturday! I'm gonna miss writing these recaps for this beautiful story! I'm gonna miss reading your reaction to it! Your writing is perfect, and every chapter got me a new breakdown! You know how much you made me cry with those letters! I love everything that you've created for them in this story!

And ofc you made me cry with your last letter of your story! Your personal letter! I hope you find a good balance with your new journey in life! And I really hope that you'll find your writing bug again! Because it would be a shame if you wouldn't spread it out into the world! We've been blessed!

And I go with the someday! Be well, Em! 🤍

I Go With You: Chapter 26 & Epilogue

Writer’s Note: The end is here. Make sure you check AO3 for special farewell notes. Happy reading & I hope you enjoy!!

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[burnoutsyndrometheseries]

Rewatching robron wedding (A positive post to read when you're doubtful)

*sigh* god the feels the cuteness of Robert and Chas plotting behind Aaron's back Liv being all bossy because she wants it to be perfect for her brother's big day "Aaron loves Mr. Shifty" "Do you guys love each other right ?" "Yes" "And you want to spend the rest of your lives together right ?" "Yes" THE SHINE IN ROBERT'S EYES THO Robert reassuring Liv that he's in for the long run "I KNOW HE'S NOT FOR YOU, BUT... HE'S DEFINITELY FOR ME." AARON'S EYES SHINE TOO FUCK THEY ARE SO IN LOVE Cain putting Aaron in the boot of his car 😂 Aaron making hitting Robert's hand off after he discovers he organized a surprise wedding day Aaron making Robert believe he's not marrying him THAT DIRTY LITTLE GREASE MONKEY REFERENCE FROM BEFORE THEY WERE EVEN A THING "I'LL WAIT" FUCK "You look nervous." "Aren't you ?" "Not for one second" THE ADORATION IN AARON'S EYES "However, wherever." THE HEART EYES Robert looking at Paddy to see if he contests the wedding The wedding being interrupted and Robron being pissed Robert being so sad about the wedding not being perfect THEM GETTING MARRIED IN THE GARAGE WHERE THEY FUCKED FOR THE FIRST TIME "Remember why I'm marrying you and your massive ego again?" "Well how long have you got ?" "Get in there before I change my mind" THE VOWS "IDIOT" Aaron saying he has no vows but then managing to say them literally two minutes after he said that "You know." "I know." FOREHEAD KISS Aaron's speech. So. Beautiful. "Don't." 💔😭 The look of pure love between these two men, I actually can't. The kiss Adam x Aaron hug because two are platonic soulmates even with their lack of interaction Aaron helping Robert out when he's cornered about his dad THE WELL Aaron and Paddy getting an interaction which barely happens these days THE WHOLE DANCING/BICKERING/KISSING IN FRONT OF EVERYONE !!! STILL MY FAVORITE MOMENT OF ALL TIME !!! "HAVE YOU SEEN MY HUSBAND" "I don't think so, Mr. Dingle." "Oh I bet you do Mr. Sugden" HOW DID WE GET SO BLESSED Robert knowing Aaron's afraid of going to prison "I'll wait. I've waiting before haven't I ?" "You'll come home to me" THAT HUG WITH A RIHANNA COVER IN THE BACKGROUND HOW HOW HOW DID WE GET SO BLESSED BY THIS EPISODE ?? HOW CAN THEY BE SO PERFECT ?? HONESTLY IF YOU HAVE A BAD DAY OR THERE IS A ROBRON DROUGHT IN YOUR HEART WATCH THEIR WEDDING AGAIN

[marauderskeeper]

IT MEANS EVERYTHING

Bless you Benedict, for calling your idiot brother out on his obliviousness 👏🏾👏🏾😂😂

Omg i NEED a drabble with Anthony’s pov from any chapter I would love to see what he’s thinking. I also love the new chapter so much, Tuesday can’t come soon enough <3

Here we go my love!❤

It was a wonder why people liked ice skating.

Anthony put his gloves on as Eloise left the tent to find the rest of their siblings and skate with them while Benedict stayed behind, but he could barely pay attention. He could swear he could still feel her hands in his, and he shook his head, trying to snap himself out of this—

Whatever this was.

He was here to keep an eye on his siblings, it was merely a coincidence that she was also there.

Skating and giggling with that Parisian as if she couldn’t see the lovesick expression on the man’s face.

“So,” Benedict’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and Anthony looked at him, still fixing his coat.

“Hm?”

“Anything you would like to share with me, brother?”

He frowned. “Like what?”

“Like why you were holding hands with the one lady you’re supposed to stay away from?”

Oh God damn it.

He should’ve known. Benedict had the tendency to observe his surroundings very thoroughly no matter where he was.

“I wasn’t holding hands with her,” Anthony said almost too fast. “She was cold.”

“There are a lot of ladies who are cold out there, I don’t see you rushing to their help.”

“Benedict.”

“You were holding her hands.”

“Because she was cold. She has this ridiculous idea of matchmaking Elias with that girl so she refused to get her gloves from them.”

“You were holding her hands without gloves.”

“To repeat, I was—what are you implying, exactly?”

Benedict grinned, raising his brows. “Is that a look of fondness I see?”

“It’s a look of annoyance, Benedict.”

Benedict clicked his tongue. “She’s Elias’s sister.”

“I know very well who she is, thank you,” Anthony deadpanned, making him chuckle.

“Do you think this is payback for what you were like with Daphne and Simon?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Benedict hummed. “You seem to pay a lot of attention to her.”

“Because as you said, she’s Elias’s sister,” Anthony said, trying to ignore the memory of last night’s dream flashing through his mind but it was too late. It was like lightning in his head, sending a fire through his veins, the memory of her gasping as she melted under his touch, her soft voice begging him for—

Anthony shook his head and cleared his throat, trying to focus.

 “Besides, she’s…she’s unruly when it comes to love,” he managed to say and Benedict scoffed a laugh.

“Oh she’s unruly?”

“Beyond words. We don’t want her to fall in love with the wrong man, so I’m just keeping an eye on her for Elias, that’s all.”

“Nothing more?” Benedict asked and Anthony shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing more,” he said and walked past him out of the tent, the cold air filling his lungs as he tried his hardest to focus on anything but the lingering touch of her hands along with the memory of last night.

It was just a dream after all.

It didn’t mean anything.

[thegirlintheswivelchair]

Season one:

Ep1 -

Their dnd campaigns are *intense*. Like rapid fire and everything! The campaigns I’ve been a part of are so much more thought out per turn or chill! They’ve been intense for other reasons but not “roll b**ch!! Roll!!”

Ok but Will knowing how to load and fire a rifle is both so the time period and the Midwest…and poor Will 😔

Douche or not, Steve hesitating when Nancy calls him an idiot is interesting. (I know too much of tumblr created Steve, so I’m reading into it so much.)

They have an AV club, and they geek out on new tech 🥰

Those walkie-talkies are ginormous.

Damn the teen game Steve’s got. He’s crafty. Like teen me would have had to pause like Nancy too 😂

Ep2 -

Oh El 🥺

Mikes both stubborn and a planner. I’m impressed and worried like a parent 😅

Why do I have the feeling I’m gonna relate to babysitter Steve so much with this group?

I love how ready and open Mike was to explainable things. Like everyone says El is crazy, but Mike is like “this is a lazy boy” 😃

Oh holy dang. That would be so scary to be trusting this strange girl. Knowing things about the bad people. Giving her the benefit of the doubt that she is telling the truth, she has superpowers so that makes anything possible, and BAM. She tells you your best friend is hiding in darkness from a friggin MONSTER.

My heart is breaking for wills mom.

Ewwwwww the wallpaper thing 😰😭😰😭😰 but also WHY WOULD YOU GO BACK IN?!?!?!

Why barb? She can’t be the only person that cut herself and was alone?

Ep3 -

Oh god, the parallel scenes 😰 that was horrifying. What a way to pair the two sentiments.

Also on that note. I don’t know if I’m gonna grow to like Stancy, but right now. The answer is no. For many reasons.

I can’t imagine watching your mom spiral like Joyce is. Her intuition is 100% right I think, but Jonathan doesn’t know that! I mean it would be so brutal.

If she doesn’t know time, or what friends are, or other vocabulary and other simpler things taught throughout elementary or even preschool, why would El…know numbers to tell time?

Why…are they giving Jonathan stalker vibes…?

MICROFICHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Again the spiraling without knowing it’s true. I mean brutal.

And that moment at the water 😭

Get and axe to go ape shit on the wall!

YES! I called it!

Oh wait. she’s just sitting sentinel.

They have a seriously sound proof basement.

Ep4 - (I think)

I saw someone say the most unrealistic part of ST was 3 middle school boys being able to make a costume wig look so good on El 😂

Bad place! Sweden! I have a lot of family is Sweden! She hates it there! Super Cold! Sub. Zero. 😂😂

The monster is like a nasty slimy sci-fied version of slender man. Just 😖

The gooey sounds…

Oh Jonathan. Picking out your baby brother’s casket 😭😭😭😭

Oh shit. Hopper smacking it out of people!

I am so intrigued in how everyone is gonna come together!!!!!!

Ayyye she beat the shit out of the wall with the axe!!! I feel so bad for her that it did nothing but busy a whole through her house but yessssss!!!!!

Oh. My. Gosh. I cannot tell you how disturbing it is that wills body was stuffed with filling and isn’t like I don’t know structured like a taxidermist does animals. Making him a human stuffed animal is SO MUCH WORSE.

Ep5 -

I don’t think Joyce has slept more than like 3 hours in the last week. I am falling over and crumpling to the ground for her.

I don’t think I’ll find the right words to explain how much I love that DnD is a lens, a tool, an inspiration, a translator for what’s happening in the world for these characters. It’s amazing.

Wow Wills actually a really great drawer!

Ok just watching hopper destroy his trailer just makes think about how absolutely no one is talking to each other. Don’t get me wrong. No one can. But like. People need to communicate.

Bless Mr Clarke. Period.

For a sports guy, Steve could have helped Nancy swing better. She wasn’t even choking up right.

Yes Nancy being a badass.

Oooooo Jonathan shutting Nancy down!!! Yes! What he did was not ok, but what he said is so 👌.

Oh the twisted sense of hope for Joyce in hoppers confession.

Why. Would. You. Go. In. Without. The. Gun? Why? No really. Why? And without telling Jonathan?!?!?

OH MY GOD. That’s a cliff hanger end.

Ep6 -

Is the creature blind?

I do not like Steve’s friends. I know we’re not supposed but they uh did a good job because I don’t. At all.

Oh no. Like. Oh no. Steve don’t be too angry. Jeez that hatred face is fierce.

These poor kids. The emotions, the stress.

Ahhhh now I see why Nancy and Jonathan have something coming.

DO NOT KILL MR. CLARKE. Oh. Don’t do that either.

Lucas has a point. El doesn’t have the best track record or more a lack thereof and she’s volatile.

Steve…duuuuuuuuuuuude you deserve that black eye. Maybe not your face beaten to a pulp, but humiliation in being beaten at your own game? Yeah. And it’s For more reasons than your rag on Jonathan.

Is el eating frozen or at the very least soggy cold defrosted eggos? 🤢

Mike. I—you just decided to die for your friend. I don’t know how to process that.

Ep7 -

I’m so curious of dr. Brenner gets his comeuppance. He’s just…*shivers*

Oh Dustin, just harangue people until they do what you want. 😂😂😂😂

Why hasn’t the monster been able to eat Will like it’s gotten everything else? Or why did it grab him in the first place? He wasn’t bleeding? Do we get answers?

Ep8 -

Ok. Totally love we’re calling that thing a demogorgon. It’s not if we want to get really dnd or fantasy specific, but I don’t want to and Thats what’s awesome about the parallels this show is taking and using. I love it. Yes let’s call this thing the demogorgon.

Hehehe ok, I know it’s an inconsequential thing but the size difference between hopper and Joyce is great. Joyce is a badass, and hopper is a mountain of a man.

Ok current curiosity and theory about the upside down. Is it:

A) a type of organic and continuously growing spiderweb that is also within a different dimension.

B) an organic life form or super organism of some kind that is large enough and is neurologically connected to all parts of this universe which is why it can and does try to grow outside of its realm. It’s either just trying to heal itself, or it’s trying to grow because it senses sustenance.

C) everything is just a nasty gory slimy something and yeah that’s the technical description for invasive species aspect of the environment of this alternate dimension.

They did the palm cut. THEY DID THE PALM CUT. Why do film characters do that…do it where it won’t hurt you when fighting. Or where it wouldn’t hurt so badly.

Oh what a heck of a way for Steve to find out.

YES STEVE WITH THE NAIL BAT AND THE STROBE LIGHTS AND JUST ALL ACROSS BADASS!!!!!!!!!!

Your girl is swooning that was hot

The amount of times I’ve said “holy crap” this season to what El can do.

Aye he got his comeuppance! (I think)

Oh ew, oh my gosh?! Oh that poor boy 😫😫😫

And it’s just tears from here folks.

I am not sure why Nancy is back with Steve. I’m not saying she should be with Jonathan, but Steve showing up and being heroic…shouldn’t have just made everything better… And I don’t know, I just still don’t like them together. I can’t put my finger in it.

DOES HOPPER KNOW ELS THERE?!?! Or does he just really have a hunch?! Like, what?!?

Oh. Oh Will. I just…oh gosh poor boy 😭😭😭

Is the thing he threw up only In him when he’s connected to the upside down, or is it just a screwed up symptom of when he is connecting with the upside down? Or is it always in him? I need answers. This is gross and travesty on the part of sweet baby will. I am not starting to understand why they say we won’t see will ever smile and im sad.

I’m officially starting stranger things. I’m so excited. Commentary to come.