This scene made me so mad. I was so furious because Clay wanted to stay, but she kept telling him to leave so he respected her. She said “get the fuck out,” when he was trying to help. I’m so sad because he regretted not saying “I love you” and not leaving Hannah. It makes me mad how Hannah says on the tape, she wishes he tried asking to stay one more time, but come on, YOU said you wanted him to leave. You could’ve said stay. You could’ve asked him to just sit there and have silence. He was there for her and it makes me upset how she didn’t really realize it. This just fucked me up and I’m so frustrated with the outcome.
Thanks for reading if you did. I just wanted to ramble cuz it’s been on my mind for too long.
So, this whole parent thing is kinda crazy, huh?
Veronica [poking her head out of Betty's closet]:
THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO TO MY GIRLFRIEND DOES A LITTLE BITCH NEED TO GET HIS ASS KICKED I COULD LITERALLY WRITE YOU A HUNDRED PAGE ESSAY ON WHY ELIZABETH COOPER IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE -
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1. “I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”
2. “Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!”
3. “Marry me?”
4. “God, I was so worried!” “I was only gone for five minutes!”
5. “Please don’t shut me out.”
6. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”
7. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
8. “This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.”
9. “Who did this to you?”
10. “I’m gonna kill him!”
11. “Cuddle me you weirdo.”
12. “I’m pregnant.”
13. “Are you…crying? You? Mister/Miss, ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell’?”
“Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!”
14. “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.”
15. “Breathe, can you do that for me?”
16. “I’m a burden to you!”
17. “I’m better off dead.” “You’re better off alive, with me.”
18. “You’re beautiful, and if anyone says that you’re not, know that they’re damn well wrong.”
19. “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.”
20. “Send help, the kids are out of control!”
21. “C'mere you sexy thing!”
22. “I, um, might’ve gone a little bit overboard on the shopping.” “A little bit?!”
23. “You did this all for me?” “No, I did this for Jeffrey across the street. Yes I did this for you!”
24. “What the hell is happening to me?”
25. “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.”
26. “There’s so much blood, it won’t come off!”
27. “Woah, slow down, what’s going on?”
28. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
29. “You mess with her/him, you mess with me.”
30. “That’s it, you’re staying here until I can get this sorted.” “But I–” “No buts!”
31. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
32. “I love you, you know that right?”
33. “I’m coming to get you, stay there.”
34. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere…”
35. “Is it supposed to look like that?” “I think so?” “Is that a question or a statement?”
36. “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”
37. “Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”
38. “S/he deserves better than me.”
39. “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”
40. “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”
41. “What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”
42. “Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else.”
44. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.”
45. “You don’t mess with my family.”
46. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
47. “Please don’t leave me.”
48. “Did you just slap my ass?” “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” “Did you just quote Spongebob?”
50. “Let her/him go, please! I’m the one you want!” “Oh really now? What can you do for me?”
51. “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”
52. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this until now?” “I didn’t think it was that important…”
53. “I can’t carry on this way anymore, I can’t live like this.”
54. “You know if you wanted sex, you could’ve just asked.”
55. “Stop freaking out, you’re making me freak out! And I’m the level headed one of the house!”
56. “Please don’t do this, your family needs you, your friends need you, I need you.”
57. “You can’t hide from me!”
58. “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “_____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”
59. “How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart?”
60. “Um, I don’t think that what you’re doing is legal, so if you could just let me go, that would be great.”
61. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
“Yeah I lied.”
62. “Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
63. “What happened to me?”
64. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.”
65. “It’s not like I’m some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn’t work like that!”
66. “Everything I’ve done is for you, you’re the only thing in the world that matters to me.”
67. “Are you seriously stuck right now?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”
68. “I can’t do the things that you can do.”
69. “Please don’t post that, no!” “Oops, too late.”
70. “What game is that?”
71. “I said create a distraction, not this!”
72. “We’re in public, stop that.”
73. “I had some food from your fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”
74. “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”
75. “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”
76. “I’ve already told you this, we’re not killing anyone!”
77. “I’m about seventy five percent sure that this bridge won’t break.”
“Only seventy five?!”
78. “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”
79. “I don’t need protecting!”
80. “You know they’re going to use the things you love against you.”
81. “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”
82. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care, shut up.”
83. “Hey! I was watching that!”
84. “I thought they’d killed you, I’m glad I thought wrong.”
Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)
The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face.
"Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking.
Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.
“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.”
“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.
“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”
“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.
“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”
“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.
“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”
“Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words.
“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”
“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”
“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”
“Bet your ass I’m going to.”
The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.
We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’
My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.
I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand.
I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly.
“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.
He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.’
“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs.
Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.
The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”
The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”
A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric.
“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down.
His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.”
Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.
“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.”
I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control.
“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up.
Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.
“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips.
I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.
Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.
We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.
I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face.
I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.
I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?”
The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding,
considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her;
will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will
his feelings get the best of him?
Word count: almost 4k
A/N: yo this blew up way more than i ever thought it would thank you so much for the support <3
Friday arrives much faster than anticipated. It’s a warm, brisk
morning, the sunlight raining down and painting Massachusetts with a summery essence. Fallen
leaves litter the yards of suburban homes and a canopy of those that remain is
spread across the road, only a few dots of light peering through.
“Textbook illustration of the apple-pie life.” Dean remarks
as he steers the car down a long strip of tarmac. “God…it’s making me sick
“Hold it down. You know I don’t want you throwing up on any
of my family members.” Y/N admonishes, letting her gaze avert from watching the
houses roll by and unto the elder Winchester; today, despite her attempts to
persuade him, he’s still settled on
wearing his usual hunter get-up—jeans and a plaid (obviously)—and his chin is
adorned with a feint patch of stubble. His eyes are set on the road, focused,
but she don’t miss the way his mouth quirks up at the remark.
Sam laughs as his eyes follow the array of little homes. “Noted.”
He says. “Anything else Dean needs to know should probably be voiced out right
now. You don’t want him making a fool out of himself around your family
“We talked about this already last night.” The elder
“No cussing around my mom, no crude jokes, saying the grace
is a must, and—“
“And be sure to talk politics with your dad. Yes, I got all
of that the first hundred times you told me.” Dean, rolling his eyes, makes a
turn for the left and Y/N heaves a sigh of relief. They pass a group fo
teenagers walking to school (way too late).
“Okay.” Y/N sighs, then raises her finger for emphasis. “Oh—also,
be sure to try and interact with all my brothers. They love that.”
“We’ve met your family before, Y/N.” Sam’s eyes never leave
his screen as he twiddles away at his phone.
They had; at the
birth of her hunting career with the boys, years back, Y/N had had to make trip
down to Massachusetts to handle a siren case that the Winchester’s provided
extra muscle for. Their time in town had been spent at her parents’ home.
“I know, but this is different.” She defends. “Dean is….”
She pauses, eyes skittering over to the elder Winchester for not so much as a
second before they return. “….my boyfriend. Or pretending to be my boyfriend.
There’s going to be a lot of pressure.”
“Your folks don’t seem like the type.”
“I just want to rub it in their faces that I’m.”—she raises
her hands in finger quotes—“not single anymore so that they’ll get off my case.”
The elder Winchester nods slowly, pulling a face. “Makes
“Shut up, Sam.”
The younger Winchester finally lifts his head from his
phone. His gaze bounces from Y/N to Dean. “What did Cas say, by the way?”
“About tagging along?” Dean casts a brief glance into the
backseat. “Not much. He said that he doesn’t see why we need him there anyway.
I told him Y/N’s sister was getting married and she gets to bring a couple of
friends, and seeing as we’re the only ones she has…” He trails off. Y/N then smacks
him on the shoulder, earning a satisfied smile. “I’m kidding. Kind of. I told
him that we want him to come with.”
“And he said no?”
Dean shrugs and continues to drive. The conversation ends
there for a moment, and once a silence spreads throughout the car, Dean tunes
the radio on and Y/N turns her head to the window.
Trees and houses and roads oh so familiar from her childhood
escapades through this tone roll by. Streets, cafes. Although vast and very
busy, she knows this place like the back of her hand; the local pool where
their family used to go on weekends, the private schools she bounced between.
Just down the road, wedged in the valley nearby are the woods where she
encountered her first monster at the tender age of sixteen.
So many memories. So much attachment. Y/N hates Massachusetts
more than anything; because it reminds her of how idyllic her life was before
she started hunting. It reminds her of people and of places and everything the
rest of her peers experienced that she didn’t get to; hunting whisked her away
from her life, stripped her of a regular teenage hood. But then again, she’s
She chose this life.
She chose Sam and Dean. She loves Sam and Dean. You can tell her that the sky
is red and that pigs fly and she’ll still believe all that first before she
believes that they boys are anything but her family.
Boston is a few kilometers off the highway, down a winding
road lined by thick trees and shrubbery, and with a few residential buildings
scattered around. Despite being a large neighborhood dotted with mansions and
the like, it’s a lot quieter. The rumble of the Impala’s engine is evident as
Dean, instructed by Y/N, steers his way through. The outline of the city is
painted against the canvas of the bright blue sky as they approach. The
traffic, taken the time of day, is minimal and so they manage to get to the
hotel in time.
In the parking, Dean kills the engine immediately, and then,
heaving a heavy sigh, turns to Y/N.
His face speaks no ounce of nervousness, which only makes
the young girl’s stomach coil into a tighter knot. She wants him to be nervous.
One of them has to, and Dean’s placidity leaves room for only her own anxiety.
“So…” She replies, trying to ease away her own nerves. Her
hands feel clammy and the back of her neck is hot. “Just don’t be nervous, yeah? My parents are
like predators—they can smell your anxiety a mile away.”
“Not supposed to.”
“I feel like I should be telling that you, Y/N.” Dean
remarks. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“No, I’m not.” She is. It’s a terrible lie and very
evidently so, but thankfully none of the boys say anything. Instead, however,
Dean reaches out and envelopes her hand in his. Y/N then stills, and feels the
color drain from her face.
The contact is warm,
assuring. Her hands slides perfectly into his and their fingers intertwine,
palms pressed flat.
“We’re gonna kick ass.” Dean says confidently. Y/N doesn’t
hear him—she’s looking at him, staring him dead in the eye, but the words enter
one ear and fly out the other because her hand is in his and it’s nice.
They’ve never held hands before, not like this. Dean guiding
her through a dark path on a hunt, Y/N pulling him with her as she runs from a
vampire. Their hands have definitely touched before, and their skin has definitely
grazed before, but this is so alien to Y/N, because it feels nice and like
everything that it’s not supposed to.
Dean stares into the young girl’s gaze as he tugs on her
hand, offering a brief smile. “Come on.” He goes to open the door. “We’re gonna
Once his hand leaves hers, it’s like her trance has been
diminished, like spell once cast over her has been broken. She floats back to
reality. Sam is hauling their bags out from the trunk, she realizes, and Dean
is trying to fit as many weapons into his luggage (just in case) as he can. She
quickly gets out. The hotel, adorned with a very tropical theme, is down a
strip of cobbled path with a few plants at the sides. Y/N follows the
Winchesters, trying to keep the pace, when she hears Dean call to her.
She turns. “Huh?”
“Give me your bag.” He says, his hand open as they walk. Y/N
stares at him for a moment, eyes glazed over. She’s still a bit dazed. Looking
at Dean now feels alien and almost unreal, like she’s looking in one of those
funny funhouse mirrors. Maybe it’s just the stress of this wedding, or the
heat, she thinks, trying to brush it off
“I got it.”But before she can speak, Sam plucks the rucksack
from her and hoists it up on his back. Dean scoffs.
“Wow, Sam.”He rolls his eyes as they approach the hotel. Towering
above them, it’s a giant of a building, quaint balconies perched up on room, it’s
years and history written out in the way vines climb in slender tendrils along
the stone walls. Inside, the ceiling climbs so high one might think it reaches the
“Maybe Y/N should have asked you to play her boyfriend
instead.” Dean remarks as they stroll in. The place is packed; an eclectic
cloud of people roams the room, all with their luggage in hand.
Sam smirks. “Maybe she should have.”
“The reception’s over there.”
Y/N points to the desk ahead. Shuffling through the crowd,
the trio makes their way over to the counter, the receptionist smiling at them.
She’s young, probably older than them, but still her skin is taut and plump and
her brown eyes gleam as she speaks. She types something into the computer and
in a moment heir rooms are assigned, all courtesy of her family. Sam has agreed
to carry everything upstairs and meet them at the lounge, so Y/N and Dean
decide the time alone can be used to go over their ground rules again.
They wander over to the bar, a noticeable distance between
them. The room is ambient, lit up by little warm lights suspended from the
high-set ceiling despite it being day. Slow jazz music floats through the
crowded room. As soon as they settle down, swarming like locusts in a field,
the waiters come over, all trying to fix a menu in their faces until Dean
ushers them away and says that they’re not hungry. Y/N is a little bit
disappointed—she hasn’t eaten all morning—but says nothing, instead focusing on
the man before her.
“Can I cuss around your sister?” Dean asks as he leans back
in his seat.
Y/N nods vigorously, her expression saying that the answer
is quite obvious. “S/P/N’s got a mouth like a sailor. A little profanity won’t
hurt. Not around my parents though.”
“Not around your mum…?”
“Not around either.” She says. “They hate it, think it makes
you look delinquent.”
Dean nods thoughtfully, then goes on asking various
questions. Time seems to drift by unnoticed, the conversation bouncing from one
end to another like a ball in a tennis court.
“Can I drink?”
Y/N wrinkles her brow in uncertainty. “You don’t smoke.” She
says; it’s a firm statement, a proclamation rather than a question
“But if I had to?“
“Fine.” The young girl lets out an exaggerated sigh. Dean chuckles. The sound is precise and brief
but still manages to bring a shy smile to her face. Moments later, the table has quieted for some
reason, so Y/N lifts her gaze to Dean, regarding him curiously. She knows that
look—it’s hard not to when she’s seen it so many times, with Sam or Cas, or
even first hand. Gaze set on the floor, his lip is tucked between his teeth and
he runs his tongue over his lips, his contemplation evident until he finally
“So,” The elder finally allows their eyes to meet. “What
about us? You know…our boundaries, instructions. Do’s and don’ts. What do we
say if we get the stereotypical how did you meet quiz?”
matter.” She waves a dismissive hand and then leans back in her seat. The fiber
of the backrest presses into her back, crackling quietly. “My parents already
know we met through hunting, but we could always just use some other cover with
my other relatives.”
“So we lie?”
She quirks a teasing brow and smiles. “You have no problem
lying that you’re an FBI agent basically every day. Lying that you met me on
vacation or something can’t really be that hard…?”
“Where was our vacation to?”
“So we’re settling on the vacation-thing?”
Dean shrugs. “Any other options? I’m sorta just following
here. It’s your plan.”
“Don’t say it like that. We’re a team, Dean.”
“Right, almost forgot that.” The elder Winchester chuckles
and shakes his head. “Okay. What if we met on unconventional grounds? Maybe I
nearly ran your dog over and you got pissed, so you tried flagging down my car
and threatened to press charges. You didn’t, of course. My good looks and wit
managed to persuade you into changing your mind and just having dinner with me
Y/N rolls her eyes at the green-eyed hunter, her mouth
quirked upwards. “Is that your definition of romance? It sounds like bad
Dean pouts, then folds his arms and leans back in the chair.
“Whatever.” He grumbles. “You think something up then.”
“Vacation it is.”
A wide grin stretches across Y/N’s face and she revels in
the victory, when Sam walks up. He comes up from behind her, the only
indication of his arrival being the way Dean’s eyes dart to the space past her
“You guys aren’t eating?” He asks, pulling out a seat from the table nearby.
He sits and turns to Dean.
“Do you want to?” The elder Winchester looks to Y/N—he’s
Opening her mouth to speak, she’s about to decline (because
they don’t have time to sit and eat anyway), but the grumbling in her stomach
reminds her of her hunger. The sound is embarrassingly loud. Her mouth instantly
shuts, and Dean’s eyes widen.
“Shut up.” Y/N chastises as her cheeks are swarmed with
pink. The elder Winchester doesn’t listen. He begins to howl with laughter,
clasping his stomach, and Sam snickers along with him.
“Whatever.” She turns her head, scowling, as his laughter
begins to melt away. Leaning back in his seat, little bubbles of laughter
escape him, and he lifts his hand.
“Waiter.”He calls. A
few feet away, with long curly blond hair, one of the servers from earlier
turns. Dean’s ruddy face smiles at him as he calls him over. He scuttles over,
a polite smile on his face.
“What do you want, Y/N?” Dean’s voice is ribbing and smug.
“Shut up.” The young girl rolls her eyes and turns her
attention to the waiter. He’s young and his face is dotted with little pink
spots of acne. She orders a chicken salad, just like Sam, and Dean goes for
stake. Moments later, the food arrives, hot and scented with herbs and spices.
They eat and then, stuffed and satisfied, head up to their
rooms to get cleaned up. Y/N just got a call from her parents asking where they
are, that they’ve been waiting on them for a while now and everyone is already arriving
when they finally get to their room, Sam waiting out in the hallway, she and the elder Winchester hurry to get ready. Y/N curls her hair and throws on some mascara while Dean runs a quick shower.
“Okay, this is it.” She says, standing by the bed; the light from outside floods the area, bringing out the very delicate
and chic design: the walls, painted mocha brown, are adorned with little
trinkets and the bedspread is a light toffee color. There’s a potted palm in one of the corners, candles
practically everywhere, and the wooden floor is warm beneath her bare feet.
“Operation Wedding Crasher is in pursuit.” Y/N says to Dean
Standing in the bathroom, he’s just gotten out of the shower and is trying to
fix his hair, running his fingers through it and muttering profanities beneath
his breath. She’d insisted that he changed—taken how many outfits he’s recycled,
she’s pretty sure he wore that very one years ago when he first met her
“Roger that.” He takes one last look in the mirror, checking his stubble
and hair, then walks over to the bed where his shirt sits.
Y/N tries not to stare at his bare-chested form as he
quickly slips on the shirt, the front undone and exposing his caramel-colored
skin. Instead, she clears her throat and turns away. This is the only way; if
she doesn’t, she’s going to end up drooling a puddle on the floor or letting
her gaze linger for too long, and that’s the last thing she needs right now. As
if things weren’t awkward enough back in the car.
She then looks down at her hand, once encased in Dean’s, the
marks from her battles with monster’s still there. There’s a little crescent shaped
scar sticking out in her palm that speaks of a hunt years ago, a hunt with a
rugaroo that ended in tears and blood and Y/N clasping onto Dean’s shirt for
dear life. It’s hard to forget. She can recall getting it, can remember the
pain of having to kill that young girl because of the abomination she had come,
can still taste the blood on her tongue and feel the pain in her hand.
This life has left
her with various moments like that. It’s a packaged deal when you’re a hunter,
a sort of terms-and-conditions scenario, to have at least one hunt that has
managed to strip you of normality. Something that took you over the line that
separates you from the regular world—that was it for Y/N. She was it. That girl
couldn’t have been older than seventeen. Having her blood on her hands had
definitely been the initiation into the hunter’s game for Y/N.
She has been through so much in her time as a hunter and it
shows; on her face and on her body. On her hands. She runs a finger along the
tissue, watching it intently. Dean is speaking in the background, saying
something to her that she can’t decipher because she forgets to for a moment,
until the memory nudges at her conscience once more. The rugaroo hunt. Her
It had been Dean to help her that night. It had been him and
his nobility to carry her out of that house before she could bleed out; it had
been him and his care, his selflessness, that got her to the car parked miles away
from the woods they were in; it had been Dean to stop the bleeding and the
tears that seemed to rain from her eyes after she killed that young girl and it
had been his hands to cloth the wound in her own.
It had been and it will always be Dean, because Dean is her
“Y/N?” He says, pulling her from her reverie.
The young girl immediately looks up and whips around, facing
the elder Winchester who is already dressed and ready to go. Y/N’s eyes widen;
she doesn’t say it, but the outfit change was definitely a good idea.
Her eyes rake up and down the green-eyed hunter’s structure,
taking in the sight of his crisp burgundy button up and dress pants—he looks
stunning. He always looks stunning. It’s not weird for Y/N to say because it’s
Dean and everyone notices his attractiveness upon first encounter, but this is
a whole different case. It’s still him, of course. His eyes are still vibrant
green, breaching into a hazel-gold, and his hair is still chestnut brown and
his smile and his heart and everything Dean Winchester is still evidently
there, but it’s just…different, like looking at the same thing but from a
“Uhm…” He draws out after a while.
Y/N looks back up to
his eyes; her face then flushes and she swallows. “Sorry, uh” She stumbles,
clasping her hands together and trying to regain her composure”—you were
Dean is smirking. “I look that good, huh?”
“Oh, shut up.”
He chuckles. The first few buttons of his shirt are popped
and you can see a patch of caramel-tinted skin peering out at you, a feint scar
on his collarbone adding some extra touch. “I was saying that we should get
going. Sam’s already waiting up for us.”
“Right. Uhm, so we’ve gone over everything, yeah? You get
“Yes. Act like we’re dating.”
“Act like we’re in love.” Y/N corrects as she grabs her
satchel from the bed and goes to Dean at the door. She stands, body facing him.
“There’s a big difference. My parents are going to be all over my case for
these two weeks if they see that you and I don’t have any chemistry.”
“We already do, though.” He defends.
“Whatever. Then let’s amp it up—mega chemistry.”
“Mega chemistry, huh?”
“Yeah.” She smiles; it’s goofy and a bit shy because, God,
did she really just say that?
But Dean doesn’t seem to mind, because his lips turn up to
and he shakes his head. “Dork.”
Y/N goes to open the door, her hand hovering right above the
knob when Dean cuts in.
“Can I hold your hand?” He asks.
The young girl then stills and her hand floats away from the
door. She stares at him; his voice is calm and collected, like he’s asking her
what’s the time or how she is.
“You…want to hold my hand?” Y/N’s uncertainty is evident.
Shrugging, he pulls a face, an expression that says no duh, why not.“Yeah.” He answers. “We are trying to portray that
mega-chemistry, aren’t we?”
She feels him reach out, like it’s happening in slow motion,
like she can’t do anything, and take her hand in his. Their skin grazes and
fingers lace. His hand is far bigger than hers, rougher, too, but it’s a
satisfying contrast as the butterflies in her chest are roused.
Dean’s smile is ribbing and smug and Y/N’s heart is in her
as she feels her palms clam up. He opens the door and they step out into the
hallway, the heat immediately smacking onto them. Sam is leaning against the
wall, typing away at his phones, and he looks up when he notices their
A smile twists at his lips. “There’s the happy couple.”
“Shut it.” Dean says, smirking as they begin to saunter down
the strip of corridor. Y/N is trying to
mollify her feelings, rinsing them away, trying to rationalize why they’re even
here in the first place. They shouldn’t be. She shouldn’t be getting so worked
up over something like this, but it’s hard to. The past few days, with this
wedding situation overhead, have been nerve-wracking—could that be it? she
wonders. Could those anxieties be the cause of her frazzled emotions?
But she doesn’t have time to ruminate. The elevator takes
them to the ground floor and they shuffle out once the doors open, Sam and Dean
talking about how weirdly excited they are about meeting Y/N’s family as they
walk through the ballroom and then out into the garden. . Picnic benches are
set up across the expanse of greenery and evergreen trees sprout from the
ground all around. There are cobbled paths through and fairy lights (currently
off) strung up between branches willows. She remembers this place from when her
dad would bring her along on workshops and send her out here to play.
Y/N notices her mother first.
Her hair is an ashy
blond, curled into a bob, and she’s wearing a white caftan and jeans. She’s
smiling, laughing at the table cluttered with familiar faces. Only about two or
three people are strangers to her.
Then, as if instinctively, she clutches Dean’s hand tighter
in hers. He then casts a brief glance at her, one of caution, worry, almost,
and Y/N meets his gaze.
“I’m nervous.” She admits, visibly gulping.
His eyes regard her curiously. “Why?”
If only she knew. But she doesn’t, so Y/N only shrugs and
looks back ahead. When they’re a few feet away from the table, that’s when
S/P/N notices them because, gleaming like the sun in a salmon colored dress,
she rises from her seat and welcomes them with a smile.
Will he manage to make it through the next few weeks? Let’s wait and see.
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“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Everybody chants.
‘Oh boy how did I get into this situation?’
I was at another one of Jessica’s parties. Her, along with me, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Alex, Monty, Jeff, Courtney, Sheri, a few other kids from school, and finally Clay, were sitting in a circle in the living room. We were playing spin the bottle and so far it has been pretty interesting. Alex and Justin had to kiss each other, as well as Zach and Monty. It was pretty hilarious. I don’t usually go to parties but a certain someone asked me if I was going and of course I couldn’t say no.
@helloimaginationlandme Asked: “Prompt about two brothers, one a vampire and the other a detective–the vampire blames his brother for him turning into a vampire and will stop at nothing until he lives a life full of misery and death.”
Anonymous Asked: “Hey!! How are you?! Do you have any Vampire Love prompts? Thanks!”
Anonymous Asked: “Can you do something Vampire related? Like a love plot where person A is a high school student and Person B somehow saves person A, making person A intrigued and compelled to find out mote about B. Something with a plot twist?”
@janecara101 Asked: “Can you can you can you pLEASE give me a prompt about dark vampire balls in the modern world where they’re about to sacrifice something and someone related to that sacrifice turns up to save them and wreaks havoc+able to exit the place with a boy who’s a vampire hunter and is pissed at the person who came to the rescue. The sacrifice is a girl The vampire hunter is a boy The rescuer can be either a boy or girl Thanks!! :)”
Combining these, because vampires are really popular.
1. “This is all your fault. I never asked for this, but you had to go and-”
“What? Save you? Am I supposed to regret that?”
“You didn’t save me. You turned me into a monster. And now I’m doing what monsters do.”
2. “You-You killed her.”
“Why not? I have to feed. That’s what creatures like me do, remember?”
“I loved her.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have told me about her.”
3. “Oh, put the stake down, brother. We both know you won’t harm me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you. But it’s my job to bring people to justice.”
“Even your own brother? Pity. But you won’t do it this time, not if you don’t want me telling your colleagues about what you did to me. How you MADE ME this way.”
4. “Is it true? Are you the one killing these people?”
“If I said it was the other blood-sucking relative of yours, would you believe me?”
“Is this funny to you? Really?”
“Everything is funny, brother dear. You need only open your eyes.”
5. “You destroyed me. You positively destroyed me, and you don’t even regret it.”
“You’re my brother, and I love you.”
“Is this what love is to you? A curse I can’t escape?”
6. “You saved me. How? How did you do that?”
“It’s complicated. You shouldn’t ask too many questions.”
7. “Tell me the truth. Please, I just want to know.”
“For now. But if you knew the truth, you’d want something. The police, most likely, or perhaps a priest.”
8. “We should talk about what happened today.”
“Or we could never discuss it again.”
“I saw your fangs.”
“See, this? This is us discussing it again.”
9. “Just because I saved you, doesn’t mean I’m a hero.”
“I know what you are.”
“… If you ever quote Twilight at me again, you’ll discover how much of a hero I’m not.”
10. “You saved my life today. How did you know?”
“That the garlic would have killed me?”
“You aren’t the first vampire I’ve met, darling, and you sure won’t be the last.”
11. “Why are you helping me save my sister?”
“This isn’t personal. The vampires took her, and it’s my responsibility to end them.”
“Of course it isn’t personal. That would mean you had feelings.”
12. “You came for me!”
“Of course I did! You’re my sister!”
“I don’t know, he followed me here. Want to keep him?”
“You do realize I can still hear you?”
13. “How many vampires have you slayed?”
“You HAVE slayed vampires before, right?”
“I was an apprentice until recently, okay?”
“Oh… You know… Still?”
14. “This was my rescue! Mine! I have a procedure, a plan-”
“They have my sister! Do I look like I care about your plan?”
15. “Look, fighting each other won’t help anything. Truce?”
“You’re untrained. You have no idea what you’re up against-”
“Let me rephrase. Fight the vampires, boy, because if you try to stand between me and my sister, the world will need a new slayer.”
16. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I know. But soon, I’ll be old, and you will still be young and vibrant. It would be cruel to both of us to stay together.”
17. “Please, don’t be afraid of me.”
“You have fangs.”
“I know, but I need help. I’m begging you, don’t leave me alone.”
18. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill them.”
“I want to believe you, babe. I really do. But that means there’s another vampire out there, and that… Is a problem.”
19. “Dance with me.”
“I’m a little out of practice. It’s been more than two centuries since I’ve found myself on the dance floor.”
“Then you’re overdue.”
20. “When I talk about the past, you get this look. It’s such a beautiful look, too: Stars in your eyes, awe on your face…”
‘I’m not sure if you loved him right’ she mumbled, head down, hidden by long blond hair, secretly hoping I hadn’t heard her accusation. But I did.
'Why so?’ I asked, trying to keep myself from frowning, even though I felt irritated, just a little.
She turned her head towards me 'You loved him like he was the one, with the love you reserve for your knight in shining armour.’ Naivety was shimmering through in her clear blue eyes.
I smiled sadly 'That’s because he was the one, he was my knight in shining armour. It’s true that we didn’t last forever, but what I had with him was something you can only experience once in a lifetime. When with him it felt like the sun had just exploded above my head and the earth was falling out of the solar system into nothingness. But it felt right, damn it felt more right than everyday I had lived before him.
And though you may not think of him like a knight in shining armour, I think he was. But mine didn’t have a white horse or perfect manners. He smoked, drank, cursed, basically destroyed himself, but he made it seem okay because of the smile he gave me and the look in his eyes when he was with me.
Don’t ever tell me I loved him more than I should have, if anything I didn’t love him enough.’
LMAO one of my students went the fuck OFF about OUaT in class today! For like, the entire 2 hours she kept coming back to the subject. She’s ten years old, she and I have never discussed this before, and she’s the one who brought it up. Some direct quotes:
“Hook and Emma got engaged. Why did they have to get engaged?”
“Emma cries about him a lot. And they’re always together. Like in every scene they’re always together. It’s annoying!”
“Probably my least favorite character now is Emma. She used to be my favorite before she started dating Hook.”
“Once Upon a Time isn’t really Once Upon a Time anymore. It’s ‘The Emma and Hook Falling in Love Story.’ Everything is just about them.”
I shit you not. I didn’t prompt her one bit, I simply replied and agreed!
She said more that I can’t remember explicitly but this kid does NOT like Hook and CS. And she knew the ship name and random trivia which surprised me. She said something to the effect of “Emma stopped caring about everyone else besides Hook” but I can’t remember her exact words.
She also thinks the writers are cruel to Regina. She thought Robin Hood was boring but she felt bad for Regina that he died. She thinks fake Robin and the EQ are a weird match visually lol.
God I wish I could remember her whole list of grievances! I would try to steer us back to doing art and we’d be painting and then she’d start up again with “I also didn’t like it how blah blah blah.”
She thought Ingrid was cool but didn’t like that they did Frozen.
She felt that given Regina’s personality and style as the EQ she should have been more glamorous (as opposed to sensible pantsuits) in Storybrooke
She didn’t like the way they wrote or cast Ariel
She felt bad that Mulan is always a third wheel and was mad she never really got her own arc (student is half Chinese btw)
Dammit that’s all I can remember right now lol. She said she quit watching a while ago but still keeps up with what’s happening which I thought was hilarious because same.
Anyway she gave me hope that the kids watching this aren’t buying the bullshit the way the teens and tweens do. I told her I was proud of her and to keep thinking for herself!