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apocalypseornaw · 3 years

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Open My Eyes

Apocalyptic AU.

Dean gets increasingly jealous of your bond with Gadreel and things come to a head after a misunderstanding on a run

Dean had known you for years. Long before the dead started to rise and the world as it was previously known came crashing down. He knew you inside and out, you were one of his best friends. Maybe that was why it was bothering him so deeply to see you get closer with someone who was fairly new to your group. Gadreel had come in with the Banes twins. They’d gone through Bobby’s usual line of questions without missing a beat and had fit in smoothly enough with everyone else. That had been nearly six months ago which was a lifetime nowadays.

He tried to get you out of his head as he walked across the field that stretched between the outer fence and inner fence of the compound all of you now called home. It’d started life as a high school but with some hard work and a lot of blood, sweat and tears it was now a suitable place to survive the new world. Unfortunately before he could reach the sanctuary of the building where Bobby, Sam and Jody were waiting to talk about the new run that needed to happen he heard the all too familiar sound of your laugh.

He turned and found a small smile working its way onto his face when he saw you walking with Alicia and Max. You had your arm around Alicia’s shoulder and was laughing at something Max had said. He started to call your name but before he could he heard it called from a different direction and felt his mood immediately sour when you pulled your arm from Alicia to greet Gadreel as he made it to the three of you. He watched you pull the other man down to whisper something in his ear and felt anger flick at his mind. Especially when Gadreel laughed then whispered something back to you. Dean spun on his heel, he didn’t need to see any more.

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The door to the meeting room slammed open but luckily for the three people sitting around the table it took a lot more than that to rattle their nerves. Bobby barely glanced up from the map “Nice of you to join us Dean now how about leaving the damn door on the hinges?”

Sam watched his brother drag a chair out and flop down into it. He wanted to ask what was wrong but knew that they needed to get this meeting through and that Dean was prone to shut down if asked directly what was wrong. He always did better with letting it slip through cursing whatever had soured his mood.

“From what we can figure there’s a couple veterinarian clinics along the route as well and considering the fact that people medicine isn’t actually any different than animal medicine they may have supplies there and it wouldn’t hurt to check” Jody spoke tapping a few different places on the map. Bobby nodded then cut his eyes at Dean “You and Sam up to taking a team and checking it out? We need the supplies to winterize this place once and for all, not to mention having extra medical supplies on hand wouldn’t hurt”

“Yeah we can handle it Bobby” Dean promised although it was apparent his mind was still not focused on the meeting. “All in all it’ll probably take about a week or so considering the ground you’ll have to cover so I’d pick a good team. Take Y/N with you too she hangs out with Alex and Kaia enough she can spot anything that has medicinal usage from a mile away” Jody added with a wink to Bobby before pushing away from the table to head out. She’d be gathering supplies for whatever team was picked and wanted to get it together.

Bobby watched her leave then turned back to his surrogate sons. “So I was thinking Y/N, Alicia, Max, Gadreel and Charlie would be a decent team to take. Ain’t like any of those girls can’t handle their own in a fight. Max can get through any tight spot and Gadreel is strong as a horse” Dean scoffed at that which earned him a look from Bobby “You got an issue with any of that son?”

Dean shook his head “Nope” then pushed his chair back “I’m going to gather my gear, you two can make sure everyone is up to the run” with that he walked out leaving Bobby to throw a questioning look at Sam who simply shrugged “I don’t really know what that’s about either” “Make sure he keeps a clear head. There’s a lot of dangers out there and not just the biters got it?” Sam nodded “Yes sir”

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You were helping Jody to gather supplies for the upcoming run after she’d come out of the meeting with Bobby, Dean and Sam. “Do you know anything that could be bothering Dean?” She asked, holding out a pack of dried meat. You took it and shook your head “Not that I know of but I could always just ask him?”

She shrugged “No he’ll tell you or Sam if whatever it is gets to bothering him too much” You would hope so anyways. You always went to Dean if anything was bothering you. He’d offer advice if that’s what you were after or simply offer comfort or a place to vent. “I’m gonna grab my jacket and go bag from my room then I’ll meet everyone by the front gate” she nodded to let you know she’d heard you so you turned to head towards the living quarters.

The halls that had been transformed to be mini dorm rooms were actually quite comfortable considering. You considered yourself lucky that you’d been close with a lot of your group before that fateful day that a widespread virus was alerted in the news. You could still remember Sam’s phone call to you “Pack just what you need. Dean will be pulling up at your place any time”

You’d hastily thrown clothes and the contents of your medicine cabinet in a bag. Before you were through grabbing what you deemed necessary you heard a heavy knock on your door followed by Dean’s voice “Come on sweetheart! We gotta go!” When you opened the door your eyes widened when Dean shoved a gun into your hand. “Dean, what’s going on?” you asked and he took a deep breath “Long story short? The dead are rising. True,blue zombies. We gotta go cause shit is hitting the fan fast”

You gripped the gun noticing the one in his own hand and nodded “Lead the way Winchester. You know I trust you”

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You shook yourself out of thoughts of the past. You needed to focus on this run completely. You grabbed your go bag from the floor checking what ammo you had and slipping a machete at your side. You glanced at your bat leaned next to the bed but decided against it. It was better the few times you’d go out solo or with just one other person. From what Jody had said there was a full team going after the winterizing supplies.

You slipped your jacket on then slid the strap of your bag across your chest. You walked back towards the doors that led outside. The electricity that the compound ran off of came from a mixture of solar panels and generators. The good part? Bobby knew enough to be able to brew enough corn liquor that the generators had fuel for years.

The only downside was that meant the few vehicles you had could only be used in moderation. Short runs horses were used for but considering this one would take about a week and would be gathering supplies for all the black panel van that was used for such runs was parked by the front gate awaiting those going.

You walked towards the gate and smiled when you spotted Dean standing with Bobby and Sam at the front of the van. They were clearly going over the mapped out areas one more time but you knew neither of them would mind you inserting yourself into the conversation. Since Dean’s back was to you and Sam noticed you first so you raised one finger to your lips. He quickly turned his attention back to the conversation so you wouldn’t be noticed.

You quietly took a few steps forward and slid your arms around Dean’s waist and leaned your head on his shoulder even if that meant you had to stand on your tip toes and still barely reach “So where are we going?” you could see the corners of his mouth tick up and knew he was fighting a smile “We’re going to a few different places sweetheart. You wanna hang off me like a spider monkey or you want to actually look at the map?” you feigned a pout “Why can’t I hang off you like a spider monkey and look at the map?” he rolled his eyes with a laugh “Get down”

You pulled your head down from his shoulder and moved your arms from around his waist to step slightly in front of him and look at the map Bobby had laid across the hood. Sam went over the stops with you, highlighting the couple where you’d be taking the lead since you knew more about what was needed for medicinal purposes. “Sounds good to me. Who’s the rest of the crew?” you could’ve sworn you saw a look be passed among the three of them before Bobby said “Alicia, Charlie, Max and Gadreel” you nodded approvingly at the choices “All good picks”

You heard a sharp whistle and turned to see Charlie walking towards the four of you trailed by the rest of the crew. “What’s up bitches? We ready to ride?” “Of course dear” You replied meeting her halfway.

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Dean watched as you greeted the rest of the crew going on the run. Charlie was like a sister to him, Alicia and Max were cool but spending the next week in close quarters with you and Gadreel? Yeah he may look for some biters just to have an excuse to kill something.

“Alright! Everyone load up!” he barked out and you cut your eyes up at him “Depends, can I have shotgun for the first few miles at least?” He barely glanced at Gadreel before saying “Of course sweetheart” . You shot him a wink then walked around to the passenger side of the van along with everyone else who was climbing into the back.

Sam didn’t miss the look Dean threw at Gadreel or the way his brother had bristled anytime over the last few weeks when he’d see you with the other man. Was that what the attitude was about before the meeting? Was Dean jealous? He chose not to say anything for now and instead simply walked around to sit next to Gadreel on the middle seat since Charlie had taken up the backseat along with the twins.

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Your destination was two states over. It was a contraction warehouse that had fallen early. Bobby kept an eye on the amount of biters in it versus the prospects of anyone actually getting inside.

Considering the zombies had lightened up in that area and everything needed to finish winterizing the compound and green houses could be found there it was worth the risk to go. That way you'd have running water and fresh food no matter how severe the coming winter got.

You were curled up with your feet under you watching the road whip by as Dean drove. You had a shoebox full of cassette tapes in your lap looking over them to see if any peaked your interest. You plucked one out of the box and stuck it into the player simply to see Dean's reaction when it started playing.

When the first few notes of It's My Life started playing he cut his eyes at you "Bon Jovi really?" You grinned "Hey Bon Jovi rocks...on occasion" then started singing along and couldn't help but laugh when Sam, Charlie and Max joined in.

No matter the music or the company Dean couldn't fight the smile that worked its way onto his face. You had shifted to have your legs out in front of you and were now drumming on the dash along with the music and had everyone in the van either singing or laughing along. Why had he never realized how amazing you were before? Why had it literally taken an apocalypse to open his eyes?

He watched you turn in your seat and bump Gadreel's leg as You Give Love a Bad Name started and felt that same flicker of anger. Maybe he'd waited too long to see what had been in front of him for years, maybe Gadreel had realized it a lot sooner.

The first day on the road was pretty uneventful. There were no stops to be made marked on the map so it was filled with just driving besides stopping for everyone to find a tree.

Considering the route was figured to be about three days there and three back (giving plenty of leadway for any issues that might arise) you asked Dean once the sun started going down if he was ready to pull over somewhere for the night or if he wanted you or Sam to take over driving.

He glanced in the mirror at Sam "What do you say Sammy? Wanna take the wheel for a while?" "Sure" Sam agreed so Dean stopped dead in the center of the road..not like there was a lot of traffic.

"Well I'm gonna climb in the back and get a little sleep" you announced after realizing Charlie, Max and Alicia were all knocked out. "Yeah Gadreel you wanna hop up here man? I'm pretty wiped too" Dean suggested and Gadreel replied "Sure. I already caught my few hours"

Gadreel held the side door open so you slid under his arm with a smile "Thanks '' he smiled in return. When Dean walked around he grabbed the door "I got it. Thanks" Gadreel simply nodded and climbed into the passenger seat.

You were already slid in next to the window when Dean climbed in next to you. You waited until Sam had started driving to turn so you could curl up next to Dean. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow "What are you doing?" You grinned "Sleeping. Now hush and be a good pillow" instead of pulling away like you half expected he raised his arm slightly to pull you closer to him "I'll be a good pillow if you be a good pillow" you smiled when you felt him lean his head over on you and whispered "Deal"

"Look alive. This is the first of two vet clinics we gotta hit on this trip" Dean spoke as he pulled the van to a stop and glanced around. "Seven people so I'm thinking three teams of two and leave one person behind the wheel in case we need a fast exit?" You suggested and he winked at you "Just what I was thinking"

You slid your gun into the holster on your thigh but grabbed the machete from your floorboard as first line of defense. Guns were loud and the last thing you wanted was a herd of amped up zombies descending on the group before you could even go through the clinic. You turned and looked at everyone then nodded to yourself “Ok so Charlie you up for setting this one out?” She shrugged “Sure but I get to help clear the next one”

You shot her a smile then said “Ok Max and Alicia, Dean and Sam then Gadreel you’re with me..everyone good with that?” Everyone nodded but Dean who just walked to the back of the van to grab the canvas bags out without so much as a look in your direction. You raised an eyebrow to Sam who shrugged so you followed behind Dean keeping an eye out to make sure all of the commotion hadn’t attracted any undue attention.

You stood slightly behind him hearing him mumble to himself before he turned around and realized you were standing there “Son of a bitch Y/N. Make some noise sweetheart, the point is to not blend in with the dead” you grinned playfully “Is that your way of asking me to bite you?” he rolled his eyes but you could see just the barest hint of a smirk trying to work its way onto his face “Just be careful in there. Sure you trust him to have your back?”

You cut your eyes over to your group where they were all watching the woods line that bordered the back parking lot of the clinic “Yeah, I’ll be ok. Not gonna lie I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone to have my back the way I trust you or well Sam but Gadreel has proved he’s good in a tight spot”

He nodded and for a second you thought he was going to say something else but he simply held out one of the bags “Remember get in, get out” you took the bag with a small smile “Aye aye” then walked back over to the group.

Dean watched you walk over to Gadreel. You said you’d never trust anyone the way you trusted him..that meant a lot didn’t it? He shook his head then walked over himself to pass Max then Sam a bag before nodding at Charlie “We’ll be out in five”

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The clinic had three entrances. One to the side of the building, one to the back and one to the front. You and Gadreel took the back entrance, the twins took the side leaving the front to Sam and Dean.

You touched the handle of the door then looked at Gadreel “You want me to pull and you be ready or vice versa?” “Ladies choice” he replied with a laugh. You nodded then motioned to the door “In that case you pull and I’ll be ready”

He got into position but waited until you gave him a nod to open the door. You hoisted your machete but no noise came. You leaned inside and stomped your foot a few times “Hello? Anyone home?” You cut your eyes at him and he shrugged. “Maybe no one ended up here?” “We can only hope” you replied before walking further inside.

You could hear the rest of your crew checking but it appeared the clinic was well and truly empty. You picked a room and waved to Gadreel to follow you. The moment you stepped into the room you pulled your flashlight out of the pocket of your jacket and saw that from the looks of it you’d picked the operating room.

You motioned to the wall of shelves in front of you “I hate to ask but do you think you can give me a lift to the top one so I can see what’s up there?” He laughed lightly and you could feel the short jokes coming but instead he simply pointed to the machete in your hand “Lay that down so I don’t accidentally get stabbed and I’d be glad to” you laid the machete down on the silver table that was in the middle of the room then turned back to Gadreel “Better?” he nodded “Turn around so I can give you a boost then I’ll keep one hand on your back to steady you” you turned towards the shelves like he said and felt his hands around your waist a second before he lifted you into the air.

You climbed onto the highest shelf that normally would take a step ladder to reach then smiled over your shoulder at him “Thank you.Now get ready so if I find something good”

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Dean and Sam had cleared three different cabinets. They’d found a good amount of first aid supplies ranging from suture kits to wound cleansers. “I’m gonna check on Alicia and Max” Sam said so Dean replied “I’ll check on Y/N and Gadreel”

Sam headed towards the back of the clinic where the twins were so Dean headed towards the operating room where you and Gadreel had gone into. He could hear you laughing right before he opened the door to see Gadreel putting you back down on your feet, his hands were still on your hips and you were smiling up at him with your hands against his chest.

Dean felt that same flicker of anger but this time it was mixed with more emotions than just that. He almost felt sick with just how angry he felt, not to mention the hurt. You weren’t even kissing Gadreel but he felt as if he’d walked in on a lot more intimate moment than he had. Luckily he was able to reel it in and sounded emotionless when he waved a hand towards the two of you “Didn’t know I was interrupting something. Times up, we gotta go so whatever you two are doing, stick a damn pin in it or something” then turned and walked out without saying a word.

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Gadreel watched Dean walk out then looked back at you “What was that about? I was just helping you down..he doesn’t think we..?” you weren’t sure what to say. To anyone else Dean would’ve sounded almost bored but you knew him well enough to know when he was blocking emotions. You weren’t sure what was going on but when Dean sounded emotionless were the times that his mind was being his worst enemy “I have no clue honestly Gadreel. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll handle it” “I’d never disrespect you or any woman for that matter. I mean well don’t get me wrong you’re a beautiful woman but I thought..” he trailed off and looked again at the door when Dean had disappeared out of then shook his head “Just know if I did anything wrong I apologize” “You didn’t Gadreel. Don’t worry Dean just gets a little antsy on runs” you explained with a strained smile.

By the time you and Gadreel made it to the parking lot everyone had loaded their bags and only Sam stood outside the van. He took the bag from Gadreel then glanced at you, You followed him to the back of the van and watched as he added your bag to the bunch. After he shut the door he turned around and leaned close to you. “What happened in there?” You groaned slightly “He didn’t make a scene did he?” he shook his head “No but I know him like you know him. Now what happened?” You took a breath running your hand down your face “I think he got the wrong idea when he saw Gadreel with his hands on me. He was helping me down off a tall shelf that was it Sam I swear! You know me I wouldn’t do anything on a run and honestly? Yeah Gadreel is a good looking guy I have eyes but that doesn’t mean I’d screw him on a run for fuck’s sake we both have sleeping quarters back at the compound..I don’t know why Dean acted like that! Nice to know one of my closest friends thinks so highly of me that he thinks I’d risk anyone's life to fool around on a run”

You were starting to move past confused onto anger the more you spoke and Sam knew that so he reached out and squeezed your shoulder “Breathe, ride in the backseat with Charlie and Alicia. I’m gonna ride up front with him and Max is riding in the middle seat. I’ll try to talk to him ok?” you nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment because you were highly conflicted.

Finally you managed “Ok” then walked back around the van to climb into the backseat with Alicia and Charlie. Charlie raised an eyebrow at you not riding upfront with Dean but welcomed you into the conversation she and Alicia were having.

The third day on the road meant clearing the second vet clinic. You were going through a list of top things to look for with Alicia. All of you had stopped a few miles from the clinic to clear the road of an overturned tree. You and her were keeping an eye out for any dead that may be attracted to the noises. So far you both had killed one a piece.

“All clear ladies!” Charlie called out so you both headed back to the van. You wanted nothing more than to ask Dean why he’d acted like he had but refused to start an argument in the middle of a run. You’d push it down until all of you got safely back to the compound then you’d confront him about it.

You climbed into the backseat silently sliding between Alicia and Max. You didn’t really want to spare a word for anyone but since Bobby had been clear the clinics were more your wheelhouse everyone was looking at you as to what to grab for human use and what could be left behind.

You finally spoke as Dean was pulling into the overgrown parking lot of the clinic “I’ve went over the list with Alicia and Sam so they both know what to look for” Dean knew you were talking to him in particular and barely cut his eyes at you in the mirror before saying “I’m staying behind the wheel this time. Charlie can go in with Sam” you nodded more to yourself than in response to him. Why was he being so damn infuriating? If he’d just talk to you then...well what exactly would you say?

You climbed out and once your feet hit the dirt you turned to Gadreel “Ready?” he nodded so you looked around to everyone for their acknowledgement that they were all set.You shot one final look at Dean before falling Gadreel across the lot.

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“Son of a bitch that damn thing came out of nowhere” you cursed kicking the now permanently dead zombie at your feet. Gadreel pulled a bandana from his pocket and held it out “You’ve got some blood smeared across your cheek” you wiped at it and gave him a small albeit appreciative smile “Thanks and again I’m sorry about how Dean acted” he shrugged “It’s ok really. It’s understandable”

You laughed harshly “Accusing us of screwing around literally on a run? That’s understandable? You’re a little too zen” he looked at you for a moment as if there was a second meaning to what he’d said but if there was you couldn’t quite grasp it. He shook his head after a moment then held a hand out “I’ll carry the bag”

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Dean was watching the door of the clinic closely. Max and Alicia were the first duo out followed by Sam and Charlie. You and Gadreel bought up the rear.

He tried to bite his tongue but when you started to climb in considering you were the first one in the van he couldn’t stop the words before they came out “You and Gadreel didn’t get into anymore tight spots did you?” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth but it was too late to pull them back then. He could see the shock in your eyes when you froze halfway into the back seat and slowly turned to look at him the shock quickly turning to anger “Believe me Dean if I was to fuck Gadreel I’d wait until I had longer than a few minutes to try him out” before either of you could say anything else Sam opened the front door and Charlie stepped up to climb in behind you.

Dean was still staring at you in the mirror when he heard Alicia ask if you were ok since you were balling up what looked like a bandana in your hands. “Yeah just took out a biter so Gadreel gave it to me to clean the blood off”

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You purposely turned to stare out the window and cursed the moment you’d agreed to come on this run. You wouldn’t cry. Hell you couldn’t afford the luxury of hurt feelings these days but knowing that didn’t exactly take the sting out of Dean’s words. You looked down at your hands as you tied Gadreel’s bandana into a loose knot then untied it and repeated the process. You just had to get this run over then you could distance yourself from Dean. You’d said the first thing that had came to mind that would hopefully hurt him the same way his words had hurt you..what had exactly become of yours and Dean’s friendship over the last few months?

Day four meant the last leg of the run before the turn around to head home to the compound. You hadn’t spoken a word to Dean and hadn’t really spoken to anyone without them saying something to you first. Dean hated that his jealousy because whether he liked it not he was jealous he hated that he’d let it put a wedge between you and him,

He had no idea what he could do to even slightly make it up to you. He spotted the turn off for the construction warehouse so he cleared his throat “Charlie you wanna be a wheelman again?” she glanced up from her spot next to you and nodded “Sure!” “Then we’ll do two teams of three that good with everyone?” he was hoping you’d say something but instead of what he wanted you to say you looked up “I’ll be on the team with Alicia and Max. I have the list you said we needed. I’ll tear it in half and hand Gadreel the other half. You, him and Sam can find that stuff”

Dean didn’t attempt to argue with you and only nodded instead “Sounds like a plan” Sam cut his eyes at his brother not really being used to him being ok with someone else calling the shots but it was you after all. “You good?” he asked quietly and Dean replied “Yeah” then pulled into the parking lot of the construction warehouse.

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You were out of the van the moment it stopped rolling. There were two zombies shambling around the lot and you took them out in tandem. You turned to look at everyone as they climbed out of the van and managed to crack a smile when Charlie teased “My oh my someone woke up on the wrong side of the apocalypse” you shrugged “Hey beats any other stress release there was pre-z”

A small chorus of laughter went through everyone and you were glad for that. You didn’t want whatever was happening between you and Dean to affect everyone else. You winked at Alicia “Grab your brother and lets go shopping” she laughed and grabbed Max by the arm then motioned to you “Lead the way”

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Sam could practically feel the tension in the air between Dean and Gadreel. He had thought for a while Dean’s feelings for you went deeper than friendship but it hadn’t been as blaringly apparent until Gadreel came into the picture. He was a good guy, he got along well with everyone in the compound. He respected that the women helped keep everything going and always managed to pull a smile to your face over some small joke. Dean was threatened by him because up to this point there hadn’t been any other guy that garnered any of your attention away from Dean not one anyone that you would be a possible match with.

The three of them were working in silence quickly gathering what was on their half of the list. Sam was personally just hoping no fight broke out that he’d had to break up. He noticed that Dean kept cutting his eyes at Gadreel and said a prayer under his breath that just for once Dean would let it go.

He had no such luck because although Dean didn’t say anything Gadreel cleared his throat “Dean” Dean raised his eyebrows in response to the other man “Yeah?” “Just so you know nothing happened between me and Y/N. She’s a beautiful, amazing woman but...”

Dean cut Gadreel off before he could finish speaking with a shake of his head “I was in the wrong man...to snap at either of you. You’re both grown, what you do is your business and I trust the fact that neither of you would do anything on a run to risk your lives or anyone else's”

Sam watched the both of them for a moment trying to decipher if they were actually trying to get along or mutually waving the white flag for your benefit but the moment was broken by Alicia’s scream of your name. No words had to be passed amongst the three men; they all started running towards the sound.

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You were following behind Alicia and Max trying to keep an eye out for the last couple items on your half of the list. You glanced up at a shelf that ran nearly up to the high ceiling of the warehouse and decided to check it out. Max stopped when he saw you looking and offered “Want a hand getting up there?” you shook your head with a slight smirk “Naw I think I can handle it but stay close just in case”

You made it to the halfway point and had even grabbed a few things you knew were needed when you went to step on a board and felt it crack under you. One minute you were standing the next you felt yourself falling and only barely managed to hold onto the backpack you had been storing supplies in.

You hit hard behind the shelf and heard a low growl.You pushed yourself to sit up and saw three biters shuffling towards you “Son of a bitch” you groaned trying to get to your feet. You went to push yourself up but felt a gush of blood from your left arm so you used your right to get to your feet just barely avoiding the chomping teeth of the zombie that was bearing down on you. You could hear Alicia scream your name but couldn’t spare a response. You had to show attention to the threat in front of you. You slammed your machete into the skull of the first one in front of you and cursed again when you realized that while you’d killed it your blade was stuck. You reached for the knife at your side knowing it was your only chance. You kicked the second one square in the stomach knocking it back long enough you could stab the last one in the eye.

You pulled your knife free and felt the one you’d kicked grab your jacket. You struggled to get out of it before the zombie sank it’s rotting teeth into the material. You slammed your knife into it’s skull then leaned heavily against the wall. The shelf slid away to show you an exit route. You ran towards the sunlight now streaming in and saw that Dean, Sam, Gadreel, Max and Alicia had all worked to get the shelf pulled out.

The moment Alicia saw you she looked at the guys “Turn around let me help her check herself out” the men all quickly obliged so you let her pull your shirt up and check across your back,stomach and both arms to assure you hadn’t been bit. “Didn’t you find a few suture kits at the last clinic?” She asked and you nodded then spoke loud enough the guys could hear “All clear boys. You can look now”

Dean’s eyes were glued to your left arm where the sleeve of your grey shirt was soaked with blood “Please tell me that’s a cut sweetheart” you smiled slightly “Bastard tried to bite me but only got my jacket” “Thank god” he breathed. You simply nodded and looked around “Did we get everything we need cause I’d really like to go home to the compound now. It’s been a long week” Sam laughed lightly and nodded “Yeah we got it all but first someone has to help stitch you up before we roll out”

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Charlie had been nominated to help you stitch up your arm so you were sitting in the back of the van while she worked. Everyone else was keeping an eye out to ensure no more biters made their presence known. “So are we gonna talk about some of the weirdness?” You raised an eyebrow which made her nod in response whether at you or at herself “Ok then guess not” she tied off the last stitch and snipped it “I don’t have to tell you to keep it clean” you slid your shirt back on fully and gave her a small smile “I know aftercare instructions ma’am”

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Dean watched you in the rearview mirror as he drove. You’d fallen asleep in the jacket Gadreel had given you to wear considering yours had been turned into a zombie chew toy. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry that you were leaning against Gadreel asleep. He’d nearly lost you. Nothing else mattered. Why had he acted like he had towards you? Why couldn’t he just tell you he had feelings for you? Why hadn’t he realized it before Gadreel joined the compound? He let out a breath which made Sam look his way. “You good?” He nodded “Yeah be even better when we get home”

A few days had passed since all of you had made it back to the compound. You had barely spoken to Dean since getting back. You were still conflicted about the way he’d acted on the run.You were walking through one of the greenhouses checking the medicinal plants. You could hear someone walking behind you but didn’t have to look to know who it was. You’d know Dean’s footsteps anywhere.

“What’s this one?” He asked stopping at the plant furthest away from you “Echinacea, it helps for colds and flu” you replied barely looking in his direction. He walked a little closer to you and touched another plant. “What about this one?” You sighed loudly before answering “Ginger, it has anti-inflammatory, antibacterial,antiviral property and helps with nausea”

You finally turned to look fully at him “Can we not act like you actually give a damn about any of these plants? Why are you here Dean? You’ve avoided me for days, hell I’ve avoided you too so why are we talking now?” he took a few steps towards you stopping only a mere foot away “I miss you, you’re my best friend and I acted like an idiot..” “And practically accused me of being a whore that couldn’t even wait to get back to safety to fuck someone” you added and he chuckled lightly “That too”

“Why Dean? Why have you been pulling away from me for months and why did this run just cement the fact that our friendship is apparently broken beyond repair” you felt your voice break but didn’t try to hide it. You cared about Dean even if you’d resigned yourself to only being a friend to him because he’d never see you as more. Now you’d even lost that.

“Please, don’t say that Y/N. I was an asshole I’ll admit. I never should’ve acted like that towards you or Gadreel..it’s just..” he trailed off and you were too tired of beating around the bush by that point so this time you were the one to snap “Just what Dean?”

“I saw you getting close with him. I saw the way you two looked at each other then seeing his hands on you and the way you were smiling..I knew I’d lost any chance with you. It took me seeing you with him to open my eyes to just how much you mean to me” you were stunned into silence at his words. After a moment without you replying he laughed bitterly “Yeah and now I look like an idiot to add to it. Look I just wanted to say sorry and I hope you’ll forgive me”

He turned to walk out and only then did you find your voice “You are an idiot” he turned around to face you “Excuse me?” You crossed the space to stand in front of him “You’re an idiot Dean Winchester. I've had feelings for you for a long time. Yeah Gadreel is a good looking guy and a sweetheart. We’re good friends and I like spending time with him but as far as who I want? It’s been you, it’s always been you”

A smile slipped onto his face “Well does that mean we’re gonna give this a try?” you shrugged nonchalantly “I don’t know. Are you gonna be a jealous ass if I have male friends and hang out with them?” he laughed “No, I promise you my days of being a jealous asshole are over. If you’re sure you want me I know you only say what you mean” you tapped your chin in mock thought for a moment before saying “In that case why don’t we seal it with a kiss?” “Thought you’d never ask,” he replied, pulling you into his arms.

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader

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yn-x-animeboy · 3 years

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Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.5

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

synopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

part 4: here

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Part 5- TIME SKIP

(a/n I will do another time skip so it wont turn out to be a 500 part fanfic)

Mini Billboard awards recap:

After the drunken hotel chaotic night you all were late for rehearsals, both your and BTS’s staff looked for you guys’ everywhere in the morning and the last place they thought to look for you all was in Jin’s room. Let's just say it was in general an interesting experience to find eight adults sleeping soundly in uncomfortable random positions.

You all finally headed to your rehearsals for the performances. They invited you to watch them rehearse when you were taking a break from your own rehearsal. Even though the guys were tired, hungover, and their muscles ached from sleeping all over the place; they did such an amazing job at rehearsal, they were so professional.

During the live award show your fans and ARMYs lost it everytime you guys would interact during the awards; the fact that you had met them last night and you all seemed to be such good friends now made fans so happy. Once again your name and BTS’s were going viral on social media; a bunch of ‘fancams’ were filmed and posted focusing on you all.

You and BTS won all the categories you we’re nominated for that night and your performances went great too. That night after the award show ended, instead of going to the Awards After Party, you all decided to not go and instead hung out in Jin’s room again for the night. You ordered room service and champagne (this time everyone was only allowed to have 2 glasses max.).

After being all drained form the long day, you all went to your personal rooms. Jungkook again offered to take you to your room. When you arrived at your door you turned and looked at eachother, this time sad smiles painted your faces, you had held in the tears when you where in Jin’s room because you felt sad your first real friends in the industry were going back to Korea tomorrow just like that.

Now you were standing in front of Jungkook, the man of your dreams, a literal fantasy that came true all thanks to your fans and supporters; you couldn’t help but tear up at the thought of letting someone like him go.

You broke eye contact and turned towards the door to hide your tears, a small sniff from behind you made you stop dead in your tracks. Jungkook turned you around and hugged you tightly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. You also wrapped your arms around him in response.

He loosened his hold and avoided eye contact with you as he was getting more and more emotional, his eyes where red and glossy; he cleared his throat and said “Well I think I should get going, It was so nice hanging out with you y/n- and meeting you, good night” he gave you another tight sad smile and walked off with his head hung low.

You reached him and held onto the back of his shirt, “Don’t go....” you sniffed and played with the back of his shirt. “Do you want to.. maybe... hang out a little longer? O-only if you want to” you said awkwardly, but he smiled and nodded.

You went to the terrazze you had visited just the day before and sat on the outdoor chairs. You sat there talked all night. You stayed up until you could see the sun slowly rising; you both stood up, taking the sunrise as a sign to go back inside. Before you could even begin to move towards the door, “Y/n, can I hold you one more time?” Jungkook said, he was trying so hard to smile and not make you cry, but his little voice crack as he said it betrayed him. You sobbed and hugged him again, after a while he sat down, sitting you on his lap. You stayed like that until you received a “wake up” phone call from one of your staff members.

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In the morning you all met each other outside the hotel, the boys said goodbye to you one by one hugging you and saving your phone number in theirs. They even made plans, comparing your schedules and timezones, so that they could all facetime you daily.

While you waited for your assigned cars to pick you up, you all teared up and huddled together saying goodbye once again. Paparazzi were peeking through the crowd of security and staff members to get an insight to the sad goodbye.

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It has been almost a year since the Jimmy Fallon Show. Even though the distance made everything more complicated, the guys have done everything in their power to make time in their busy days to dedicate time for you. After almost a year of daily video call conversations and catch-ups you have become such good friends, they even call you ‘yeodongsaeng’ (little sister) now; (the only one who doesn’t call you that is Jungkook tho, he calls you by your name or by random nicknames).

They have kept their promise after all this time, they facetime you EVERYDAY, they have never missed a day where they don’t call you, sometimes not all the seven members can be there for the call, but even if there is only one BTS member available, you WILL recive a call from them.

You also have individual calls with the guys from time to time:

Jin calls you once in a while when you are making dinner to help you/guide you and or just talk to you.

Suga calls when he is stuck writing lyrics or creating beats for new songs, or just for musical advice. You are always the first to hear new BTS music now.

Jimin calls when he feels like talking, you have become each other's personal psychologists

J-Hope calls you every couple days to have “lunch together” through a screen.

RM calls you too to chat a lot, you both recommend each other good books and even exchange lyrics from time to time. He also asks you to revise english lyrics to make sure they sound okay.

Taehyung calls you for pretty much everything: for advice, opinions, to catch up, for help, to keep him company etc. He always knows how to make you laugh, and regularly interrupts your calls with other members.

Jungkook…. He doesn't just call you “sometimes”, he not only participates in the ‘daily facetime group call’, but he also calls you everyday before you go to bed, no matter what time it is in Korea or how busy he is, we always calls and to wish you a good night sleep; keeping you company and not hanging up until you fall asleep. Plus you two constantly text back and forth 24/7.

You loved calling the guys and catching up with them every day, those calls were the highlight of your day; but every time you got a phone/video call, text, mail, snap, ANYTHING that was sent by Jungkook, your heart always skipped a beat; you felt tingles on the tips of your fingers every time you answer back; you smile stupidly at your phone and even now can’t sleep without your nightly virtual tuck in from Jungkook.

(Deep down you knew your ‘platonic crush’ had become a real crush but you still denied it because in your mind, still, dating him seemed something impossible, but after every conversation you two have had over the course of almost a year left no doubt in your mind, he was the one for you)

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One day, you visited your label’s building, you had a scheduled meeting pretty early in the morning, you had never been this early anywhere, it was currently 5:30 am. and you were just arriving. Once you step into the meeting room you are greeted by the intimidating group of businessmen and businesswomen who are part of your team. Even though they are intimidating and powerful; they are kind hardworking people; they really respect you and always listen to what you want or have to propose.

Walking in, you are greeted respectfully by them; the boss of the company stands up, gives you a side hug, and opens the chair next to his, inviting you to sit there, after you take a seat and your manager takes a seat next to you too. The meeting begins going over normal business stuff you don't really understand, (Sam would probably just translate the info later into simple words for you.) They talked about numbers, statistics and percentages until someone’s assistant said the ‘important person’ they had been waiting for was finally ready.

You turned to the door as you expected the ‘important guest’ to come in through the door, but instead his video call was answered and projected on the room’s screen from a laptop.

You recognized him immediately, he was BTS’s PD Bang Si-hyuk, he was the owner of BTS’s label company. You greeted him through the screen in Korean but he actually greeted you back in English before greeting your team.

the meeting’s summary:

Bang Si-hyuk talked about how much BTS liked you as a person and as an artist; and how the Hybe Corporation also really admired and respected you.

He invited you to Korea next week to meet the Hybe corporation, and overlook some business proposals

He also offered for you to participate in RUN BTS, while you were there and hang out with the boys if you agreed.He hinted you would be seeing them more often, which made you more confused

You agreed to go and to visit the company and OBVIOUSLY to see the guys, but still, you were confused as to why this offer was being made, why now, why you, why?

After you kindly thanked him, you also asked why he was doing it. You were confused why make such a big deal for you to visit, and what he meant by ‘business proposals’ you were to overlook there.

Bang Si-hyuk tried to explain in short and simple words; he explained that: Hybe and your label company had had meetings before, overlooking the possibility of merging part of your company under your name with Hybe, they were not only interested in collaborating with you, but actually working with you. This would give you many more opportunities as an artist and for your label’s name. (your company has connections to other music companies in other countries too, but this time it felt more of a big deal to you than the others tbh)

In conclusion if you agreed, and signed the contract; you could become part of the Hybe company while staying under your Label’s name

By doing this, it meant: 1. you had an extra contact in Korea (just like your company had in other countries) 2. extra work opportunities (thanks to your Korean speaking skills and influence) 3. possible future collaborations with BTS mainly, plus other K-pop artists 4. becoming a producer for other artists under the Hype record label (something like what Suge does irl; you are now able to produce or work behind the scenes making music for you, BTS, and others. a.k.a your dream come true) 5. SO ON AND SO ON.

You asked for the papers and after revising them with your lawyer and team you signed it, satisfied and excited tho what's to come.

You worked hard and finished all of your weekly tasks and even worked on things you had scheduled for next weeks. Before you knew it you were on your way to Korea…

You traveled on your private plane; you used it mainly to travel and avoid creating crowds in airports. (this was safer for you, your team and fans.)

When you arrived at Seoul, as you were getting off the plane and looked up after watching your feet as you went down the plane’s steps you saw seven boys stand out from the other people. They ran towards you and huddled around you hugging you tightly, they didn't let go of you, even as you all walked towards the assigned cars and again tightly rode the same car together like that one time after meeting on your way to the hotel. Staff members laughed at the Deja vú they felt as they saw a recreation of that chaotic day a year ago

It felt as if you all had never left each other, no weird silence, or awkward interactions, you all picked up where you left off.

When you arrived at the Hyde building, Hybe bilingual staff greeted you and your team, introducing themselves as the people who would be in charge of our care while visiting.

They took you and the few team members from your staff traveling with you to one of the floors where they gave your team some temporary office cubicles, so they could do their jobs while away from their cubicles back in America.

The Hybe staff also showed you to a private studio/office next to Sugas’s, it was decorated for you, it was spacious, comfy and waay better than your studio/office from back home. They told you they wanted you to have a personal space where you could hang out or work, since it was probable you would now be traveling back and forth from Korea and the US, due to the new business alliance between your companies.

The guys showed you around the building and introduced you to many Hybe staff members. They all made you feel at home.

You visited PD Bang Si-hyuk at his office and met him in person. He was so kind and welcoming, totally opposite from what you were expecting. He told you how excited he was for you to be part of the team and to work with your company. He also asked you if you could record a short video for his nieces who loved you.

Then, after finishing the tour the guys took you to their favorite restaurant in Korea; they taught you how to eat Korean food, how to properly hold chopsticks and about general Korean culture.

They showed you to the nice building of apartments where they currently lived and where you would also be staying when you came here.

You all toured you apartment and hung out the rest of the afternoon, enjoying each other's company.

After having dinner and chatting for hours the boys waved you off as they left your temporary home; they wanted to stay up and drink (again Jimin’s and Jin’s idea) with you but they knew you were super jet lagged from the time difference, fighting off sleep as you tried to enjoy your time with the guys.

They lived in the same apartment complex, but a different building, (a lot of famous Korean celebrities stay here too due to the security and convenience)The apartment complex was almost like a hotel resort or a private villa/island, it was huge, it had everything, form tennis courts, gyms, cafés, etc. It was also close to all the major ‘artist’ studios, sets, buildings.

So once the guys left, all they had to do to get home was ride the elevator down to your building’s the main floor, walk a bit, enter their building, get on an elevator, go up a couple floors, walk a little more and then into their shared million dollar apartment that was a literal castle compared to your apartment. (your apartment was big and luxurious too, but theirs was a multimillion dollar apartment)

You just arrived and felt so at home, everyone was so nice and promised to take good care of you. Nobody looked down at you or your team for being foreign or for being the ‘new guys’. Everything felt again like a dream. One day you are talking about BTS to your fans, the next you meet them, the next you are making contracts with the company they work for, the next you will be working with them; What’s next?

For now you are in Korea for two weeks max. The plan was to introduce you to the company, talk about future plans, projects, etc., and once that is done, go back to America and every couple of months or weeks depending on the schedules, travel back to Korea, etc, etc.

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You brushed your teeth as an uncontrollable smile painted your face. Once you got ready for bed and finished texting your staff members making sure they were comfortable and well taken care of after a long day, you heard a knock at the door. You cringed at the noise, you felt as if you were hung over almost, in reality really you were just super Jet lagged (the day before coming here you binged watched a TV show in one night, packed just hours before leaving to the airport and ditched sleep all together before and during the plane ride...stOpid) You stumbled around the unknown apartment with the lights off towards the door; it was not that late at night but who would be looking for you right now.

When you looked through the peephole you recognized them immediately; their hair was now a little longer from the last time you saw them, they had different earrings decorating their ears, they seemed different, still super attractive, but that smile did not change at all, it was still that adorable bunny smile that seemed melt your heart every time.

You quickly typed the alarm code, unlocked the multiple locks on the door and swung it open, revealing a nervous Jungkook, you had hung out with him and the guys less than an hour ago, but now he was nervous… (he was scared you changed your mind about him after almost a year from meeting and seeing each other in person, he was scared that he was not you celebrity crush anymore, he was scared that the real feelings he had developed form all your daily video calls, texts, random phone calls were not corresponded, he was scared that you had forgotten about those night at the terrazze, he was scared you had changed after a year).

As he stood frozen you couldn’t wait or control yourself any longer and you flung yourself towards him; you hugged him as tight as your body could (during all the time you hung out today you never once had a moment just the two of you alone) but as you leaped and wrapped your hands around him you started thinking about him and how he could be feeling right now and couldn't help but feel a little insecure, (what if he had come all the way back here to tell you whatever happened a year ago in New York at that terrazze was a mistake, that all the calls and texts were just friendly exchanges, what if he came to tell you you were better off as friends or worse.. better of as colleagues…)

It took Jungkook a split second to respond to your hug, you loosened your grip as those thoughts had sworn in your head, and after realizing Jungkook was not hugging you back, so you prepared yourself to get your heart broken… but that all went away as Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, he lifted you a little off the ground as you rewrapped your arms around him, hiding your your face in the crook of his neck. You inhaled his scent as he held you even tighter against him. He rocked your bodies lightly as you held each other in front of your door.

After, you loosened the hold on each other, but didn’t let go, you looked into those beautiful dark brown eyes you had missed and had prayed to see in person one more time after all this time; He lifted his hands from around you and cupped your face, lightly stroking your cheeks back and forth with his thumbs. “hi” you said, just like that one time in that New York terrazze, “hi” he responded with an adoring smile as his eyes traveled through your face, looking at your every detail, he didn’t want to miss anything, h was so glad to finally see your face in person instead of on a 2-D cellphone screen.

As you two stood outside looking at each other you suddenly shivered a little from a cold air breeze that swooped by, it was pretty chilly outside compared to your comfy apartment’s room temperature, it was almost winter; you gently took your arms from his neck and wrapped them around you to warm you up. You had answered the door barefoot, in your pajama shorts and oversized flowy t-shirt without thinking twice. But you then realized Jungkook was wearing a short sleeve oversized shirt too, it was pretty chilly outside and he came all the back to your apartment not wearing a hoodie or jacket.

“Omg Jungkook it's cold outside why wouldn’t you wear a jacket, jeez” you said as you pulled on his arm leading him inside the apartment to keep him from the cold. “Actually I came back here to get my hoodie back,” Jungkook said. A small “Oh…” escaped your lips as you switched on the light illuminating the once dark room “I see” you again said, almost whispering, avoiding his look as you walked deeper into the room to look for the missing hoodie. You felt disappointed almost, ‘he came back for his hoodie duh, why would he have bothered coming back to ONLY see you’ you though as you looked in the living room, you didn't see the hoodie there so you then went to the small dining room next to the kitchen to see if it could be there, ‘maybe he took it off before we all sat and ate the take out dinner for dinner’. You spotted the black fabric neatly sung over the seats’s back where JK sat earlier.

Jungkook took off his shoes and tried to catch up with you before you could take the hoodie off the seat and after seeing your reaction to what he had just said; yes he actually did leave his hoodie by accident, but that wasn’t the reason why he came all the way back, so when he saw how your face dropped and heard that reply of yours, it gave him the courage to say why he came back.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat before saying “Um, y/n, actually, ‘me forgetting my hoodie’ was just an excuse to come back here and see you again” he swallowed and looked down at his feet. “I don’t really care about the hoodie, I wanted to come here and see what would happen; if you would be excited to see me alone, if you would be glad or happy it was me at the door, you have no idea how bad I wanted to be the first and only one to hold you as you got of the plane, how badly I wanted to run towards you, picking you up and not let go, how bad I wanted to spend the day just the two of us and just- um *clears throat again*” he fiddled with his fingers, he was so nervous to admit that outlawed he didn't even notice you turning back to look at him as he confessed. You found his actions to be so adorable and cute.

You giggled and stood in front of him, once you were closer you carefully took his fiddling hands in your left hand and used your right hand to lift his face up to look at you. “Thank you, you made me really happy by coming here to see me, I missed you so much too and couldn’t wait to hang out with you again, I only wished for an opportunity where only the two of us could hang out, but you took the courage to come all the way back here, thank you” you responded to him and his actions with a warm and loving smile that made Jungkook’s legs feel like giving out and heart feel as it could explode.

He again observed your face now under a brighter light, he couldn’t believe how your face could look so, or more, beautiful then you face with the light makeup you wore just hours ago. You broke eye contact and spoke, “So um do you have to leave anytime soon?” as you looked anywhere but his face. Your tired eyes and shy tone warmed his heart even more “No, I don’t….. why?” he lowered his face, closing a big gap of space in front of you, forcing you to stop avoiding eye contact and look at him again.

“Well um I was thinking we could hang out again tonight. I could make some…. *you yawn* popcorn and watch a movie, or I could make some coffee and we could talk, or…..” you wanted to keep going but you felt another yawn coming so you stopped talking to fight it off. Jungkook chuckled at your adorable yawns. He took the hoodie he had forgotten in the first place form the chair behind you and put it over your head.

“Y/n you are tired, I think it’s best if you rest and tomorrow we could find a way to hang out again just the two of us…” he said as he fixed the hoodie around you, but you cut him off, “Please don’t leave, I haven’t seen you in a year Jeon Jungkook.” you realized how needy and clingy you sounded, but you actually did want to hang out with him.

You rubbed your tired eye, fixed the hair around your face (your hair was inside the hoodie but some baby hairs tickled your face) and looked back at him, his eyes were wide and surprised at your reaction to him leaving, “I’m sorry, it’s okay, I get it. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t feel like doing, it’s okay...guess i will see you tomorrow then” you said as you tried to hide the sad look off your face and smile at him.

He was moved, the fact that you didn’t want him to leave meant so much to him, he took you face in his hands and kissed your forehead softly, he then kissed the end your your nose he then kissed the space next to your lips, he didn’t want to kiss you and make you feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of; but you being you, immediately spoke as he kissed the side of your lips ``aye that is not my lips...what a tease” in a sleepy tone. He chuckled as he opened his eyes and looked at you. You had your eyes closed, head slightly looking upwards and a smart smile, as you found your own reaction funny.

He chuckled and blurted out: “cute..”. You opened your eyes to clap back, but before you could even open your mouth and say something back he leaned in again, shuting you up real quick…. but he leaned slowly…..very slowly…..v eee r y slowly…...SUPER SLOWLY, he was taking his dear time, he now discovered he liked teasing you like this. You got impatient and just closed the space between you for him, giving him a short peck before pulling away. This was the first kiss you have had after a year; you walked around him to tease him back for teasing you in the first place. He stopped you by placing his arm around your waist, “Are you expecting me to accept ‘that’ as our first kiss after being apart for a year…” he said.

“Oh, so I’m not a good kisser? Was that not good enough.. okay… I guess I-'' you played the victim but were quickly cut short by Jungkook pulling the hoodie on you towards him and stealing a kiss from you.

You smiled against his lips at his neediness, but kissed him back as you placed your hands on the back of his head, sliding your fingers through his hair. He slid his hands under your hoodie and placed them on your bare waist, and pulling you even closer. You kissed each other slowly, taking in every detail about the kiss, not wanting to miss a thing; as things heated up you picked up the pace, the sweet kiss turning hungry and deeper. He moved his hands from your waist downwards and your once delicate fingers playing through his hair suddenly pulled softly making him groan against your lips; he squeezed his hands behind you making you whimper against his lips, he used this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss even more; he had lifted his hands and placed back on your sides as he softly caressed your skin under the hoodie, you wanted to to that too; so you slid your hands from the back of his head, down to his chest and too, under his shirt, you could feel his abs tense as your cold fingers lightly brushed against his skin, continuing to slide your hands around his torso, and gently running your fingers on his skin. That action made his breath hitch at his throat and his heart skip a beat.

The two of you kissed passionately taking the other deeper, not wanting to let go. After a while you both slowly pulled away, breathlessly and numb from the kiss, you both wanted to go further but knew it was not time yet. You rested your foreheads together as you catched your breaths, looking adoringly to the other person, swollen lips, rosy cheeks and curious eyes.

He spoke first, as he used his finger to soothe the skin under your eyes, “You need to rest y/n, come on”, pulling your arm and leading you. You thought that meant he was leaving, but this time you didn't fight him back; but instead of leading you towards the door he lead you to the big fancy couch in the living room, he turned on the TV to a random Korean variety show and lowered the volume to the point were if there isn’t absolute silence you couldn’t hear a thing the TV was playing.

You both sat on the deep couch, he lent you his arm behind your head as a pillow as you sat closely next to him, the silent TV and warmness coming from the handsome man next to you quickly started to drowse off. Jungkook planned to keep you company until you fell asleep and then leave you to rest comfortably.

JK watched the screen as he waited for you to fall asleep. Once he could feel your breathing rhythm became deeper indicating you officially had given in to sleep, he looked down to you and smiled at how adorable you looked, he stared at you for a little longer as he reflected on how lucky he was his once celebrity crush now actual crush was so close to him; he was so glad to have such an amazing person in his life and prayed he never had to be without you in his life ever again; he badly wished he could have you as his and only his but he understood the circumstances, he was happy he could athletes share precious moments like this with you.

Jungkook shifted in his seat as he was about to stand up to leave you the full couch to rest, but you turned towards him, and wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t…” you whispered against his shirt, you were asleep but your sleepy conscience managed to say that. Jungkook couldn’t resist, he planted a soft kiss on the top of your hair, he then pulled you back with him from a sitting position to a horizontal one as he laid his back on the couch taking you with him without waking you up. He too quickly gave in to sleep as he held each other.

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a/n: I'M SO SORRY for taking so long to update, I had writer’s block and had no idea how to pick up the story, but last night I got inspired hahaha. I re-wrote this part and started writing part 6&7 so wait for those too.

THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT, ILY :3 Xx

PART 6 ------> here

> NEXT PARTS WILL BE BETTER I SWEAR <3

#jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook #kookie #bts #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts imagines #bts scenarios

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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It’s Just a Movie: Part 7 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: cursing, descriptions of violence, angst

Word Count: 2312

By the time the bridge scene was over, the boys were fairly invested in seeing how it was going to end. It made no sense to them that they would have Michael join, and you wondered just how long it would take for them to figure out why he had been turned. After that, with the long gap of none of the vampires making an appearance in-between, you noticed that the boy besides you began to fidget. It first started with his feet, which he had already been moving every few minutes. Now, he was bouncing his leg restlessly. Then, it was his fingers. He began tapping the ones behind your head, and then he began playing with the metal on his jacket. Just as the sex scene started, it seemed to send the vampire next to you into hyperdrive. You were fine with ignoring him, and the others, until you felt a hand on your leg. You looked at Paul, raising a brow at him to silently ask what he was doing. He gave you a grin back, and then a small nod. As if he was saying 'hey'. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying your best to not let the boy make you embarrassed as you turned your eyes back onto the screen. You we're almost able to, as Dwayne declared,

"Isn't Laddie, like, right there?" Making you and the boys burst into laughter. It ended the tension of the scene, and you smiled and said,

"Yeah, poor kid. But I'm positive that because of someone this isn't the first time." You said, giving Paul a look. It caused the others to laugh, even the seemingly hungriest and grumpiest of their group. Marko gave you a grin and then said,

"Yeah, Paul. Remind me to tell you not to bring girls home." He teased, and Paul waved him off. Things were easy, less tense, for a moment as the movie continued. David even said,

"We should've turned him." When Sam proceeded to figure out that it had been Max who was the head vampire all along. You didn’t make a comment, though you had discussed this with friends numerous times. You had several ideas as to how they boys could end the movie victorious, but you weren’t sure David would feel the same about turning Sam when he watched him kill Dwayne. You were doing perfectly fine at ignoring the male besides you. Until you felt him lean over and prop his chin on your shoulder. His breath fanned against your neck, making you unintentionally shiver, and you did your best to ignore him as he whined,

"Y/n, I'm bored." He said, and you had an idea of exactly how he wanted to curb that boredom. He lifted his hand slightly, instead choosing to brush the top of your leg with his fingertips. After a hundred years or so of practice, you guessed that Paul knew exactly how to get people's attention. Because he was surely doing his best to get yours.

"Uh, then watch the movie." You whispered back, keeping your smile to yourself when Paul whined again. He laid his head on your shoulder instead, and reached to play with your hand. His large, cold hands nearly made you shiver once again. You didn't even need to look at him to guess that he was smiling, as he'd succeeded in getting some sort of reaction from you.

"Are you still mad at me, y/n? C'mon, sugar, I bet I could make it up to you." He flirted, pulling away from your shoulder but staying just as close. He played with a strand of your hair, and it was truly hard to keep your eyes on the screen. You glanced at him for only a second, but the sight of truly how close he was quickly made you flushed. Then, you met his eyes. They were so blue, and you couldn't stop the way your face only turned redder and redder. And how your heartbeat sped up. He grinned, and started again with, "You really like this movie, right?” He was leaning in closer, his hand moving to brush against your jaw instead. “I bet you've thought about-" But he was cut off by a rough smack to the back of the head. One that almost made the two of you bump heads. Paul turned around angrily, glaring at the brunette behind him. "Fuck, Dwayne!"

While Dwayne was obviously the one that had slapped him, and interrupted his flirting, it was David that said,

"Is right now really a good time to rile her up? Her heartbeat is driving Marko insane." He said, but, from the state of the other two, you guessed that none of the vampires were faring quite better. Marko, however, was biting his nail to the point where he looked like he was about to start eating his thumb. They had finished what remained of the snacks they had laying around the cave, and you knew it was getting late. You could tell by how tired you were becoming. You wiped your eyes, trying not to think about what would happen if you fell asleep before the boys did.

Paul had stopped his flirting, mostly. He settled to rest his head on your shoulder and play with your hand instead, doing his best to busy himself as the movie continued on. You did your best to keep your heartbeat steady, even if Paul's words were still ringing in your head. I bet you've thought about us- While you wouldn't admit it to the blonde, you had. You weren't going to admit which one of them, or even how often. But yes, you had to admit, at least to yourself, that you'd thought about at least one of them in that way. Once or twice.

You were actually surprised that Paul seemed to be holding up so well, and you whispered to ask him,

"How are you not like the others?" Which earned a small look from Dwayne. But, you could tell that even he was fighting his hunger. Paul looked up at you, a wide smile on his face.

"Getting stoned helps numb it." He said, and you lifted your eyebrows in surprise. Now, it wasn't that you thought Paul was stupid. You just thought he was a stoner, not that his frequent partaking in the substance would have a reason. Then, he added in a low, low whisper, "Plus, I snuck a snack while we were in the movie theater." To which Marko quickly pointed at him.

"I knew I smelled blood." And all three of the other boys moved to lay a punch on his arm. Apparently, feeding in public only warranted a quick rally of physical violence, and Paul assured them that, "It was just a snack. I glamored her and everything." The only thing you could do was shake your head and try not to think about the poor girl he'd fed on during the movie. You mused that, if given the chance, he'd probably think about doing the same to you.

You watched as the movie continued on, resting your head on top of Paul's and stifling a yawn. You couldn't see from here what time it was, if your phone clock was even correct, but you guessed it was already the early hours of the morning. You were growing comfortable, at least with the boy right besides you, and you knew, on some level, that that was dangerous. But, unfortunately, you knew the boys weren't going to have much of an appetite by the end of the movie. Right before the Emerson's and the Frogs went down to the cave, you dislodged and jostled the boy besides you, and reached out to pause the movie.

"That's enough for one night." You quickly said, trying to avoid them from seeing just what went down in the cave. But David, who had been mostly silent so far, was quick to say,

"No. We're finishing it." He said, and you looked back at him. Your hand was on the pause button as you looked between the four of them. You knew none of them would argue with him, and your eyes lingered on Marko for just a moment too long. You guessed his hunger was making him crabby, as he quickly snapped,

"What?" And you bit your lip. You sighed, and then said,

"You guys aren't going to like the ending. C'mon, can we just-" You knew what laid ahead. How the movie ended not with their victory, but with their murder. And, you knew who was first. You had been angry with them before, but now you couldn't imagine actually showing them how they died. It would be cruel, but David said,

"Y/n, play the movie."

You had hit play, and you reached for one of the pillows they had lying around the cave. You clutched it to your chest. The boys watched as the Emerson's went down into their cave. They watched how Star, and Laddie, betrayed them. Then, they watched as the boys found their subcave. You could barely stand to watch as Edgar quickly singled Marko out, claiming that they would start with him and then stake the others. You could've swore that you heard Marko mumbling to himself,

"C'mon, wake up. Wake up. They're right there. You can probably smell them. Wake up." But he didn't. Not until there was a stake going through his chest. You looked at their faces. There was shock on all of them as they watched the scene unfold in front of their eyes. And anger. When David watched the boys get away, he threw his cigarette to the floor.

"Fucking bullshit." He cursed, and you saw how Dwayne wrapped an arm around the smallest of their coven. Marko didn't say a word. He stared blankly at the screen, his face neutral and completely unreadable. He barely acknowledged when Paul reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze. You heard how Paul asked,

"You alright?" But Marko was quick to brush it off. He shook his head, giving a small scoff.

"It's just a movie." He said, but, when he looked at you, you didn't say a word. You couldn't tell him whether he was right or wrong, and it pained you to have to look away. Your refusal to answer seemed to somber all of them.

They watched as they prepped the house, and Paul shuffled next to you when he watched them fill up on holy water. They watched and watched, and then Paul's scene came. At first, Paul was confident in himself. He'd knocked the stakes out of their hands, he had them on the ground, and then- Nanook. Paul watched as he was pushed backwards into a tub full of holy water, and you felt rather than saw the boy go completely still. You looked over to see confusion on his face, and, before you could think, you reached out to hold his hand with both of yours. You have it a squeeze, trying to comfort him. He looked at you, and then gestured at your phone.

"This has to be a fucking joke. A dog? I get killed by a fucking dog?" His voice was getting louder and louder, showing just how riled up he was getting. Dwayne put a hand on his shoulder to calm him, and you put a hand on his chest to make him sit back. With his actions, he said what everyone was thinking. The movie wasn’t over yet. He did, but he shook his head and muttered, "A fucking dog." As he pulled you under his arm and practically to his chest. Much like you had done with the pillow.

Dwayne's death was by far the most gruesome, and everyone was silent as they watched him battle Sam. He'd managed to subdue Michael, so surely-

"Shit." Was all Dwayne said as he watched himself be electrocuted and explode. He didn't say another word as he stared at the screen, and he pulled his hands into his lap. The only thing that betrayed what he was thinking was how he picked at his jeans. Finally, after a moment, he stood. He did a small loop around the fountain, before he sat back down again. He only said something again when the boys went for Laddie. “I’m gonna kill them.” He sounded so sure and decided that you didn’t doubt it. You didn’t say a word in response.

Finally, there was David. The boys seemed hopeful, or something like it, as they watched him battle Michael. If he could kill Michael, maybe then- But no. They watched as Michael speared David with the antlers, effectively killing the last of the boys. David didn't say a word. He gripped the end of the couch, his knuckles turning white, but he didn't say a word.

None of them did as they watched Max arrive, and how he seemed barely moved by the death of his sons. They watched as he explained his plan and continued to try to convince Lucy, similar to how David had continued to try to convince Michael, and then they watched how he died. You looked at all of their faces, and you liked to think that you saw a twinge of satisfaction in all of their eyes. It was confirmed when Marko tried to make light of the situation by saying,

"Almost makes it worth it." Though, their expressions turned bitter as they watched all of the humans celebrate. After Grandpa's classic line, the end credits ran. They were still for a moment, none of them saying a word. You didn't dare interrupt them, and you simply waited for the other shoe to drop. Suddenly, Paul slapped his thighs, stood, and said,

"I'm gonna get wasted. Anyone else?"

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after shutting off your phone, you immediately jumped out of your seat and waved at your brother and his teammates from the balcony as they said their thanks to the audience. you made eye contact with tsukishima and rushed downstairs to congratulate them in person.

“you guys that was an amazing rally!” you squealed as you met up with them in the luggage area. “thank you, y/n” daichi smiles. you clapped your hands and walk towards to your brother. “keikei you were on fire today! akiteru nii chan is definitely going to cry when i’ll tell him” you rambled, linking your arm with tsukishima

“did you have to make that rhyme?” was all he could let out, tired from long ass game they played against inarizaki. “where’s shoyo and tobio?” you looked around for the freak duo. “SHOYOOOOO” you jump at him. “y/n!” he screamed back, catching you as you latch yourself onto the middle blocker

“HOW DARE YOU MISS THAT TOSS FROM TOBIO” you nagged at him. hinata drops you as he scratches the back of his neck in shame. “that jump felt good” he reasons. “you dumbass” kageyama buts in your conversation, smacking hinata on the back of his head. “OY KAGEYAMA-KUN” hinata swats him away.

you tapped kageyama on his back, “yeah?” he looks down at you in confusion. you motioned him to come closer and you whispered something in his ear. “do you know anyone in inarizaki?” you asked. kageyama raises a brow but nods his head. “yeah, miya-san. why?” he answers.

you smiled devilishly. “can you do me a favor tobio-chan~?”

—

you, along with tsukishima and kageyama were on your way to look for atsumu miya and his team. “kageyama, you could’ve said no to my sister you know?” tsukishima groans for what seems like the nth time today. you stopped in your tracks and flipped your hair to glare at your brother. “why are you with us then?”

tsukishima rolls his eyes, “so i can see if you’re gonna do anything stupid and irresponsible like last time” he deadpans. you let out a small gasp, ready to smack your 6′3 ft. brother in the face until kageyama speaks up.

“miya-san!” kageyama calls to his blonde upperclassman he met at the japan youth training camp. “oh hey tobio-kun” atsumu waves, zipping his bag and walked towards the setter. you scanned the people behind him to look for a certain someone.

“i have a request from my teammate’s sister” kageyama starts, moving towards to the side for you to come out and meet atsumu miya. “aww is she a fan?” atsumu grins widely, “you want a selfie with me? since tobio-kun asked, sure” he assumes, grabbing a hold of your shoulders to pull you to his side.

“actually no” you say, removing his hand from your shoulder with no emotion, shocking atsumu. this was probably the first time he got rejected. your brother, who was behind kageyama, covers his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud. luckily, he manages to make it seem like he was coughing.

“she wants a picture with your middle blocker. the one who has the jersey number 10″ kageyama explains while you stand beside him, looking at your nails, completely ignoring atsumu who was beet red.

“o-oh” atsumu chokes out. “with suna.. okay wait i’ll get him” he jogs back to his team who were just lounging around their baggage area. “who was that ‘tsumu?” osamu asks as he stares at you, kageyama and tsukishima. “the guy i met at training camp. apparently the chick next to him wants a picture with suna” atsumu shares to his brother.

“SUNA?!” osamu exclaims in shock, whipping his head towards suna’s direction. “yo what the hell do you want from me” suna groans, hiding more in his varsity jacket, if that was even more possible while scrolling mindlessly through his phone. “someone wants a picture with you c’mon lets go” atsumu grabs his arm and forces him up.

“who wants to take a picture with me?!” suna complains as he was basically dragged out of his own will away from his little space he made for himself back there. “her” atsumu motions you to suna.

“shit it’s the girl i made eye contact with at the vending machine earlier” suna thinks to himself as he stares at you, who was busy talking to kageyama and tsukishima.

“here’s our middle blocker!” atsumu presents suna as if he was some powerpoint presentation. “this is suna” atsumu introduces you to him. kageyama gives you a small push to him. “kageyama!” you gasp as you were standing next to the person you’ve kept your eye on all day.

“take my phone and hurry up” you chucked your phone at kageyama who barely manages to catch it. atsumu leaves the frame as kageyama positions the phone. “1, 2, 3... smile!” atsumu chirps as he looks at the pictures kageyama was taking.

“suna don’t just stand there! do something!” atsumu jokes, looking at how stoic suna was compared to you who was so lively and smiling at every angle possible. suna sighs and throws up a half-assed peace sign. “there we go!” atsumu laughs, clapping his hands.

“you were great out there” you compliment suna beside you. suna raises a brow again, “you think so?” you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. you were practically speaking to the guy you’ve been tweeting about. “yeah it was like love at first sight” you bat your eyelashes at him.

“oh god.. is this what the twin’s fangirls are like?” he thinks to himself, grimacing a bit at the sudden confession. you grabbed your phone from kageyama and skimmed through the pictures he took. you smiled happily as you see at least 20 pictures in your gallery. one of them was gonna be your wallpaper for sure.

“can i take a selfie with you before i go?” you ask suna who looked like he was ready to dash back to their area. suna internally groans but nods anyway. completely ignoring that shit eating grin that was plastered on atsumu’s face.

“hey why are you guys taking so long?” osamu joins in the little circle. “fuck” suna curses under his breath. “hey suna what are you doing?” osamu asks, walking up to atsumu. “oh how cute. they’re taking selfies” he comments.

you ignored the two boys as you held your phone up high. since you were too short, suna had to crouch down a bit. you took a bunch more and just posed in every way possible. “thank you” you gushed, scrolling through the photos again.

suna shoves his hands in his pockets and walks back to their luggage area, leaving the twins with you guys. “hey y/n right?” you hear atsumu call out. you turned around and looked at him with a blank expression. “yeah” you turned your attention back at your phone.

“can we have your twitter or something? you seem like a fun person to be with” atsumu asks, whipping his phone out. you shrugged and told him your username. “it’s tsukkiyn” you took a peek at his phone that has twitter open. “okay followed you. see you!” atsumu waves goodbye to you and your group as he along with his twin walk back to their baggage area.

“bye! thank you miya-san!” kageyama bows at his upperclassman as you walk side by side with tsukki, grinning ear to ear. “happy now?” tsukishima asks as the three of you head back to the team. “very” you squealed, staring at your phone gallery filled with pictures of you and suna.

“he shall be my boyfriend in no time” you declared, shocking the two boys beside you. “you’re so confident, y/n. how do you do it” kageyama chuckles. “yeah let’s not make it seem like he’s some toy alright?” tsukishima reminds. “besides, they’re from hyogo, we’re from miyagi” you scoffed, “you didn’t have to put it like that kei” tsukishima shrugs, “just saying”

—

“SUNA HAS A FAN!” atsumu screams, jumping around the poor boy. “yeah let’s not talk about that” suna waves him off, bringing his attention back to his phone in hopes atsumu would get the hint and leave him alone. “who has a what now?” he hears kita ask.

suna never wanted to hide in a hole til now.

“it’s suna, kita-san!” atsumu beams in joy, “they even took a picture together” osamu adds. suna whips his head towards osamu and had the biggest look of disbelief on his face. “sorry bro but.. it’s unusual for us” osamu chuckles

“i even got her twitter! but it seems like she ain’t interested in me” atsumu mumbles the last part. “not everyone is after you, dickwad” osamu retorts, sitting next to his best friend, suna.

“i don’t understand why you all find this so amusing” suna mumbles under his breath. too bad for him, osamu heard it. “cuz’ it’s like the first time we’ve seen someone who wants a picture with you or somethin’“ osamu reasons. “plus she looked like she was an atsumu fan but no., she’s a suna fan” osamu continues, wiggling his eyebrows.

suna takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes, “we’re not idols. we’re volleyball players” knowing they won’t stop pestering him anytime soon, suna plugs in his airpods and raises the volume to the max.

as if! — six ( suna has a fan )

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The Weekend Warrior 10/1/21: VENOM: LET THERE BE CARNAGE, THE ADDAMS FAMILY II, THE MANY SAINTS OF NEWARK, TITANE, MAYDAY, THE JESUS MUSIC

Yeah, so I haven’t had the time over the past couple weeks to write a column, and I kind of hate that fact, especially since I’m coming up on a pretty major milestone for me writing a weekly box office column and reviewing movies. In fact, that milestone comes next week! And once again, I’m struggling to get through the movies I was hoping to watch and write about this week, because I’ve been out of town and once again, very busy over the weekend. Let’s see how far I get...

Before we get to this week’s wide releases, I’m excited to say that my local arthouse movie theater, The Metrograph, is finally reopening for in-person screenings, and they’re kicking things off with a 4k restoration of Andrez Zulawski’s 1981 thriller, Possession, starring Sam Neill and Isabell Adjani, who won a Best Actress prize at Cannes for her performance in the film. I actually saw this at the Metrograph a few years back, and Metrograph Pictures, the distribution arm of the company is now distributing the 4k restoration. There’s a lot of exciting things ahead at Metrograph, including an upcoming four-film Clint Eastwood retrospective, including White Hunter, Black Heart (1990) and A Perfect World (1991) this Friday. Also, Lingua Franca director Isabel Sandoval will be showing her fantastic film from 2020 (a rare chance to see it in a theater and I’ll be there!) as well as program a number of other favorites of hers. Sunday will have screenings of Ingmar Berman’s Scenes from a Marriage (1973) in its full four plus hour glory, Steven Spielberg’s Jurassic Park (1993) and John Carpenter’s In the Mouth of Madness (1994).. In other words, the Metrograph is back!

Moving over to the weekend’s three wide releases, the first one up being Sony’s VENOM: LET THERE BE CARNAGE (Sony Pictures) with Tom Hardy returning as Eddie Brock aka Venom, joined by Woody Harrelson as the psychotic symbiote, Carnage. Taking over the directing reins is Andy Serkis, who has only directed two other movies, Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle and Breathe, but as an actor, he’s been heavily involved with the CG VFX (and performance capture) needed to bring the characters in this Marvel anti-hero movie to life.

Venom has been one of Spider-Man’s most popular villains and sometimes allies for quite a few decades now, starting out life as a cool black costume Spider-Man found on a strange planet during the first “Secret Wars,” which turned out to be an alien symbiote that had malicious intentions. Spider-Man got the costume off of him but it then linked up with Eddie Brock, a sad-sack journalist whose emotions drove the alien symbiote to become the Venom we known and (mostly) love, thanks to one Todd McFarlane. Venom continued to play a large part in the Spider-Man books before getting his own comics, and not before a super-villain was created for him in Cletus Kasady, a vicious serial killer whose infection by the symbiote turns him into Carnage. And that’s who Harrelson is playing.

Being a sequel, we do have some basis to go on, although the original Venom movie, released in early October 2018, also arrived at a time when it was only the second time the character of Venom was brought to the big screen -- the first time being Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man 3, in which the character was received without much love as Ryan Reynold’s Deadpool in X-Men Origins: Wolverine. And yet, Venom did great, opening with $80.2 million and grossing $213 million domestically, which is more than enough to greenlight a sequel. (It made over double that amount overseas, too.) For comparison, the Wolverine prequel opened with $85 million but at the beginning of summer, so it quickly tailed away with other movies coming out after it. Venom: Let There Be Carnage has to worry about the new James Bond opening a week later, so it very likely could be a one-and-done, opening decently but quickly dropping down as other big movies are released in October (basically one a week).

I’ve already seen the movie, and by the time you read this, reviews will already be up --including my own at Below the Line. Social media reactions seem to not be so bad though, so maybe it’ll get better reviews than its predecessor, which was trashed by critics, receiving only a 30% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. But if you look at the fan ratings, they’re higher with 81%, although it’s hard not to be

I’m thinking that bearing COVID in mind and the law of depreciation since the previous movie, Venom: Let There Be Carnage will probably be good for around $50 million this weekend, maybe a little more, but however it’s received, I expect it to drop significantly next week, though a total domestic gross of $135 to 140 million seems reasonable.

Another strong sequel to kick off October is the animated THE ADDAMS FAMILY II (MGM), which is following up the 2019 hit for MGM/UA Releasing with most of the voice cast returning, including Oscar Isaac, Charlize Theron, Chloe Grace Moretz, and Finn Wolfhard, as well as Nick Kroll, Snoop Dogg, Martin Short, Catherine O’Hara, and Bette Midler voicing the popular characters from the New Yorker cartoons, a popular ‘60s TV series, and two Barry Sonnenfeld movies from the ‘90s.

The 2019 animated film was a pretty solid hit for the newly-launched UA Releasing, grossing $100 million domestic after a $30.3 million opening, making it one of MGM’s biggest hits since it was restructured under UA and became its own distributor again. Who knows what’s going to happen with Amazon’s plans on buying MGM and whether the latter will remain a distribution wing, but MGM still has a number of movies out this year that likely will be awards contenders. But that doesn’t mean much for The Addams Family II, which will try to get some of those people who paid to see the original movie in theaters back to see the sequel… and if they’re not going to theaters, MGM is once again offering the movie day-and-date on VOD much like they did with last year’s Bill and Ted Face the Music, which opened much earlier in the pandemic (late august, 2020), so it far fewer options to see it in theaters compared to this animated sequel.

It’s highly doubtful that The Addams Family II was going to open anywhere near to $30 million even if there wasn’t a pandemic, and it wasn’t on VOD just because MGM just doesn’t seem to be marketing the movie as well as its predecessor. You can blame COVID if you want, but it’s also the fact they’re distributing the company’s first James Bond movie in six years, No Time To Die, on their own vs. through another distributor, ala the last few Daniel Craig Bonds. But we’ll talk more about that next week, since that’s going to be an important movie to help cover MGM’s expenses for the rest of 2021. (I haven’t had a chance to see this yet, but it’s embargoed until Friday, so wouldn’t be able to get a review into the column regardless.)

We’ve seen quite a few family hits over the past few months even when the movies were already on streaming/VOD, but parents are probably being a bit more careful with kids back in school, many younger kids still not vaccinated, and the Delta variant still not quite under control. Because of those factors, I think The Addams Family II is more likely to do somewhere between $15 and 18 million its opening weekend, maybe more on the lower side.

Third up is THE MANY SAINTS OF NEWARK (New Line/WB), David Chase’s prequel to his hit HBO series, The Sopranos, which went off the air in 2004 but still finds fans on the new HBO Max streamer. Ironically, this prequel will air on the streamer at the same time as it's getting a theatrical release, which probably won't be a very tough choice for fans.

Chase has reunited with director Alan Taylor, who won a Primetime Emmy for his work on the show in 2007 before moving onto other popular shows like HBO's Game of Thrones. Taylor has had a bit of a rough career in film, though, having directed Marvel Studios’ sequel, Thor: The Dark World, a movie that wasn't received very well although there were rumors that Taylor butted heads with the producers and maybe didn't even finish the movie. He went on to direct Terminator Genesys, which honestly, I can't remember if it was the worst Terminator movie, but it was pretty bad.

What's interesting is that because this is a prequel set in the '70s and '80s, none of the actors from the show appear on it, but it does star Alessandro Nivola, a great actor in one of his meatiest roles for a studio movie. It also introduces Michael Gandolfini, son of the late James Gandolfini (who played Tony Soprano, if you didn't know), playing the teenage Tony, plus it has great roles for the likes of Jon Bernthal (as Tony's father), Vera Farmiga (playing Tony's mother), Corey Stoll (playing the younger "Junior” Soprano), and Lesile Odom Jr, as the Sopranos key adversary, even though he ends up coming across like the good guy of the movie. It also stars Billy Magnussen, who oddly, also has a key role in next week's No Time to Die.

I'm sure there's quite a bit of interest in seeing where Tony came from and to learn more about his family, many who were dead long before the events of the HBO show, but will that be enough to get them into theaters when they already have HBO? I already reviewed the movie for Below the Line, and reviews are generally positive, which might get people more interested in this prequel.

As with most of Warner Bros’ movies this year, Many Saints will also debut on HBO Max and unlike some of the studio’s other 2021 offerings, it will actually make more sense to watch this one on the streamer since that’s how most people watched The Sopranos. That seems like a killer for Many Saints, and it’s likely to keep it opening under $10 million, where it might have done better on a different weekend (like sometime over the last two weeks).

This is what I have this weekend’s top 10 looking like:

1. Venom: Let There Be Carnage (Sony) - $50.4 million N/A

2. The Addams Family II (MGM/UA Releasing) - $16.5 million N/A

3. The Many Saints of Newark (New Line/WB) - $9 million N/A

4. Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (Marvel/Disney) - $7.5 million -44%

5. Dear Evan Hansen (Universal) - $4.1 million -45%

6. Free Guy (20th Century/Disney) - $3.3 million -30%

7. Jungle Cruise (Disney) - $1.1 million -35%

8. Candyman (Universal) - $1.3 million -48%

9. Cry Macho (Warner Bros.) - $1 million -52%

10. Malignant (Warner Bros.) - .7 million -53%

Opening in select cities is French filmmaker Julia (Raw) Ducournau’s TITANE (Neon), the genre thriller that won this year’s coveted Palme D’Or at the Cannes Film Festival. It stars Agathe Rouselle as a young woman who has an interesting relationship with automobiles, but she also has psychotic tendencies that leaves a trail of bodies behind her. On the run, she decides to pretend she’s the missing son of a fireman (Vincent Lindon), who has been missing for 10 years, and things just get weirder from there.

I honestly wasen’t sure what to expect from this although I do remember walking out of Ducournau’s cannibal movie, Raw, just because it was so gross, even though so many of my colleagues and friends swear by the movie, and this one, for that matter. Sure, there’s a certain “prove it” factor to me watching a movie that wins the Palme D’Or, because it’s very rare that I like the movies that do win that benchmark cinema award.

After a flashback to Agathe’s character Alexia when she was an obstinate young girl kicking the back seat of her father as he’s driving. They crash and she’s forced to get surgery that puts an odd looking piece of metal in her head. Decades later, she seems to be a pseudo-stripper at weird punk rock car show -- I guess they do those things different in France -- and hooking up with a fellow “model” afterwards. Agathe is actually a very popular model/dancer but when one fan gets too grabby, she pulls a knitting needle out of her hair and stabs it through his ear, killing him. Oh, yeah, she then has sex with a car and seemingly gets pregnant, but that only happens later. First, she goes on a bit of a killing spree and then goes on a run and decides that by strapping up her breasts and breaking her nose, she can pass off this fire captain’s son… and it works!

So the second half deals with acting great Vincent Lindon’s absolutely bonkers steroid-addicted man who seems to be sexually attracted to his own son, and most of his fellow firefighters knows that he’s gay but in the closet, but I’m honestly not sure what that matters. He’s a pretty disgusting character whose 70-year-old ass we see way too much of, and even those who might find Rouselle to be quite fetching, there’s a certain point where her nudity is not alluring but quite horrifying.

Oh, and at this time, Alexia (or Adrien, as she’s now going) has also gotten significantly pregnant, but it’s not a normal pregnancy because what should be milk from her breasts seems to some sort of motor oil. That’s because she FUCKED A CAR earlier in the movie!!! What do you expect when you fuck a car and don’t use protection, girlie? The fact Alexia/Adrien is trying to hide the fact she’s a pregnant woman from a station full of men isn’t even particularly disturbing. The part that really got me was when she broke her own nose to pass off as this guy’s son -- I actually had to look away for that part.

Listen I’m no prude, and I think I can handle most things in terms of horror and gore, but Titane just annoyed me, because it felt like Ms Ducournau was doing a lot of what we see more for shock value than to actually drive the story forward. There just doesn’t seem to be much point to any of it, and once the movie gets to the firehouse, and we see her interaction (as a young man) with her “father” and his colleagues, it just gets more grueling.

It’s as if Ducournau had watched a lot of movies by the likes of Cronenberg or David Lynch, or more likely Nicolas Refn or Lars von Trier, and thought, “I could be just as strange and horrific as those men… let’s see what people think of this.” And way too many people fell for it, including the Cannes jury. While I normally would approve of any good body horror movie, especially one with cinematography, score and musical selections as good as this one, I doubt I’d ever want to watch this movie again. And therefore, I don’t think I can recommend this movie to anyone either, at least no one I want to remain my friend.

As far as the movie’s box office, NEON is opening the movie in 562 theaters to build on buzz from various film festivals, including the New York Film Festival earlier this week. I think it should be good for half a million this weekend, although maybe it'll surprise me like NEON's release of Parasite a few years back. I just don't see this getting into the top 10 but maybe just outside it.

And then we have a few more movies that I got screeners for but just couldn’t find the time to watch, but might do so once I finish this verdammt column.

The faith-based doc THE JESUS MUSIC (Lionsgate) by the Erwin Brothers (I Can Only Imagine, I Still Believe) takes a look at the rise of Christian Contemporary Music through artists like Amy Grant and Stryper and everything in between, featuring lots of interviews of the artists’ trials and triumphs. Even though there isn’t much CCM I ever listen to, I’m still kind of curious about this one, since I generally like music docs and this is guaranteed not to be the sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll of most of them. I have no idea how wide Lionsgate intends to release this but it certainly can be fairly wide, because the Erwins have delivered at least one giant hit for Lionsgate, and I Still Believe may have been another one if not for the pandemic. It actually opened on March 13, just days before movie theaters shut down across the country, so it's little surprise it only made $7 million domestic. That said, the acts in this one have a lot of fans, and if Lionsgate does release The Jesus Music into 1,000 theaters or so (which is very doable), then I would expect it would make between $1 and 2 million, which would be enough to break into the Top 10.

I haven't seen any of the movies based on Anna Todd's YA romance novels but the third of them, AFTER WE FELL, will play in about 1,311 theaters on Thursday i.e. tonight through Fathom Events, and may or may not continue through the weekend. These movies just kind of show up, and again, having not seen any of them, I'm not sure what kind of audience they have, but this one stars Josephine Langford and Hero Fiennes, as well as Stephen Moyer, Mira Sorvino and Arielle Kebbel with Castille Landon directing.

Grace Van Patten (Under the Silver Lake) stars in Karen Cinorre’s action-fantasy film MAYDAY (Magnolia), playing Ana, a young woman who is transported to a “dreamlike and dangerous” coastline where she joins a female army in a never-ending war where women lure men to their deaths. It also stars Mia Goth, Havana Rose Liu, Soko, Théodore Pellerin and Juliette Lewis. It will be in theaters and On Demand this Friday.

The great Tim Blake Nelson stars in Potsy Ponciroli’s action-Western OLD HENRY (Shout! Studios/Hideout) about a widowed farmer and son who take in an injured man with a satchel full of cash only to have to fend off a posse who come after the man, claiming to be the law. Not sure who to trust, the farmer has to use his gun skills to defend his home and the stranger.

The romantic-comedy FALLING FOR FIGARO (IFC Films) is the new movie from Australian filmmaker Ben Lewin (The Sessions), who I’ve interviewed a few times, and he’s a really nice chap. This one stars Danielle Macdonald, Hugh Skinner, and Joanna Lumley, and it will be in theaters and On Demand this Friday. This rom-com is set in the world of opera singing competitions with Macdonald playing Millie, a brilliant young fund manager who decides to chase her dream of being an opera singer in the Scottish Highlands. She begins vocal training lessons with a former opera diva, played by Lumley, where she meets Max, a young man also training for that competition. Could love blossom? This actually sounds like my kind of movie, so I’ll definitely try to watch soon.

The second season of “Welcome to Blumhouse” the horror movie anthology kicks off on Amazon Prime Video on Friday with the first two movies, Maritte Lee Go’s Black as Night (which I’ve seen) and Gigi Saul Guerrero’s Bingo Night (which I haven’t), and actually I’ll have an interview with Ms. Go over at Below the Line possibly later this week. The former stars Ashja Cooper as a teen girl living in Louisiana who has a bad experience with homeless vampires, along with her best friend (Fabrizio Guido).

Also, Antoine Fuqua and Jake Gyllenhaal’s remake of the Danish film THE GUILTY will begin streaming on Netflix starting Friday after premiering at TIFF a few weeks back. I never got around to reviewing it, but it’s pretty good, maybe a little better than the original movie but essentially the same. I’d definitely recommend it if you like Jake, because he’s definitely terrific in it.

Also hitting Netflix this week is Juana Macias' SOUNDS LIKE LOVE (Netflix), a Spanish language romance movie that (guess) I haven't seen!

A few other movies I didn’t get to this week, include:

STOP AND GO (Decal) VAL (Dread) BLUSH (UA Releasing) RUNT (1091 Pictures)

Next week, it’s not time for James Bond, it’s time for James Bond to die… no, wait… there is NO TIME TO DIE! Also, a very, very special anniversary for the Weekend Warrior….

#The Weekend Warrior #Venom: Let There Be Carnage #Many Saints of Newark #Addams Family II #movies #review #box office #reviews #The Jesus Music #Titane

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monkey-network · 4 years

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Why Sam & Max IS the Best

Seing a vid by B- Mask on The Devil’s Playhouse and honestly, it made me think a lot about how Sam & Max essentially got everything it wanted as a franchise. For a long time, after playing the third and final Telltale season, I’ve been craving for a season 4; at least one more season after a long time to just give the dog & rabbit an easy string of adventures like old times. But after seeing that video and remembering the beautiful story that was Sam & Max's third season, it made me realize how much the duo was able to offer over the decades and how Telltale’s third season was a definitive send-off. Call this a big brained take, expanding on that video, but to me Sam & Max is what would’ve happened if Calvin & Hobbes was marketed outside its comic strip.

If you know the latter’s history, you’ll know that Bill Watterson had a strict rule against Calvin & Hobbes being merchandising beyond its comics or continuing in any way after the final comic in ‘95. “This isn't as hard to understand as people try to make it. By the end of ten years, I'd said pretty much everything I had come there to say. [...] I've never regretted stopping when I did.” I’ve always admired Bill’s stance on this, especially after seeing my declining interest in stuff like The Simpsons where I’ve realized that sometimes a good thing doesn’t need to exist all the time, less it becomes a zombie of its former self. With that in mind, it’s amazing that Sam & Max managed to not adhere to Bill’s philosophy yet be able to have the most simple yet cleanest franchises I’ve seen in history.

It was in 1987 when the comics started, a pulp detective comedy centered around the duo basically doing whatever they want to both stop the bad guy in question and get a laugh from the audience. They’re vigilantes at best, antagonists at worst where while they aren’t total monsters, they’ll gladly treat anyone and anything they see as a part of their playground. From the beginning, Sam & Max are kinda the Rick Sanchezes of the late 80s if Rick was more casual and optimistic about not giving a shit. The comic as a whole is actually not big in content, but engagingly dense in what it offers. With lots of cockroaches cuz I guess a bug really had an impact on Purcell. It was clever, happily mean-spirited, sometimes dark, and after 6 years of making the comic, we soon got the biggest hit that is...

Hit the Road honestly was the key to Sam & Max’s popularity. During the era of Point ‘n Click Adventures, it was the most fitting game genre in existence for the characters. Exploration was always Sam & Max’s forte, their special sauce of the comics outside the duo’s chemistry and bizarre encounters, so to center a game around a cross country road trip where the two fuck around in order solve a case is sheer brilliance. It of course captures the style of the comics, only in bright colors but the most memorable voice acting. This was where they had more of a voice. The game’s popularity would lead to them getting a cartoon which I say works well differently...

While Hit the Road was about the duo interacting with the world around them, the cartoon more adapted the comics where it was about the two getting in different situations; a day in the life if you will. For only 24 episodes, they certainly made the most of adapting the easy going yet absurd aspect of the comics for a younger audience. I mentioned before in a review long ago that it’s Freakazoid’s Pulp Fiction and it still holds up as such, where with this and Hit the Road, it’s credulous to believe that Sam & Max always worked better animated. To get the verbal and lively reaction of our duo is as equally compelling if not more than the subtler yet static page of a comic. And while it’s still a shame that while both the animated series and LucasArts got shut down, the new Telltale Games would pick up the slack and give us the next round of content.

Season 1 and 2 of the Telltale series go hand in hand where they shrink the scale of Hit the Road in favor of having one off adventures all tied to one big final boss at the end. Many have called them repetitive but I say they work well for they are, with the dialogue and special moments picking up for what could be considered formulaic by design. It’s still Sam & Max, only made a little easier to enjoy the story more. While I wish I could say this for Bone, it was these games that put Telltale on the map; what they were known for in the early era. As such, it’s sad to say that when the third season rolled out, looking back now, Sam & Max was truly reaching its end.

The Devil’s Playhouse is the biggest S&M adventure, one the developers were plotting to make the whole time. While each episode has a different style and scenario, everything plays to one continuous story where for the first time in this series’ history, our duo are actually challenged. Max isn’t just the sidekick, he’s both a playable character in the game and a huge target thanks to his newfound importance. This makes Sam show more concern than usual where the idea of losing his best friend can leave him feel irrelevant to devastated. While the two still fire off jokes at each other and others as usual, there’s the looming threat of them being forced apart; the real antagonist is the story’s increasing rift between Sam and Max. The Devil’s Playhouse essentially dissects the franchise’s heart, finally putting the two’s friendship through the wringer to a point of no return. It all somehow makes sense, both Max’s reality warping ability and Sam as a character on his own especially with the 4th episode. Not everything about the duo is revealed, but enough was where I unfortunately have to repeat that Sam & Max was “at its end”.

Before, our duo literally went to hell and back, fought a variety of monsters and villains, and have bent reality to their will countless times. The two could go on many absurd adventures as possible afterward, but where can you go when you finally rattle the core of the franchise? Devil’s Playhouse ties up not only loose threads for fans of the previous seasons, but flips the script on what the series has built overall. There were a couple times beforehand where the comical shtick was dropped and things got serious for the duo, but they weren’t as climactic and revealing as the third season. As good as it sounds to reboot the series, since the season ends on an optimistic note, to return back to Watterson’s words. “I said pretty much everything I had come there to say.” We got two games with Sam and Max making irreverent cameos and later merch, but The Devil’s Playhouse is otherwise the last we truly see of the two. No official talks of a comeback and for what it's worth, that’s enough.

I brought up the Calvin and Hobbes comparison because Sam & Max is where I say if Bill decided to market the comic, this is what the best outcome would be. From the comics to the games, not only have they got a sense of clean finality but every step of the way, Steve Purcell was there to handle it. Beyond the cartoon getting toned down for obvious reasons, it never felt like Sam & Max was warped to please execs or turn into something unfamiliar. Steve’s vision got to exist through and through with The Devil’s Playhouse being the best finale. Purcell’s moved on and with Telltale’s sour shutdown, I’m not sure how S&M could come back. It’s impossible to think of how this could’ve ended like The Simpsons, Garfield, Spongebob, etc, but it feels like bonafide luck that we got Sam & Max as is. It’s not the biggest comic or video game franchise around, but I can never argue that it’s a franchise that stayed true to itself all the way. I'll never know what the future holds for Sam & Max, if there truly is one anymore, but I at least have some belief that it’ll be there for our boys.

Cuz after all, isn’t that the beauty of this whole series?

#Sam and Max #sam and max freelance police #freelance police #comics #cartoons #video games #animation #analysis #long post #Good Stuff

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soitmightgetweird · 4 years

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Drenched (Halloween fic)

Bucky x reader

Summary: an accidental prank at a party flips your entire night upside down

Warnings: swearing, as per usual

Word Count: ~3300

A/N: Holy fucknuts. It’s been a year and a half since I posted a fic. Damn guys. I dunno who the heck is still paying attention to little ol’ me, but here it is anyway. ((I’m working off a very old taglist, so let me know if you want to be removed. Also let me know if you want to be tagged. I mostly write for Steve and Buck, so you could request all tag or just one dude. Side question.. do Steve fics still happen?? I’m so out of the loop guys.))

Popcorn ceilings are good for collecting dust and giving you something to stare at when you’re bored. They’re not so good at showing you how to handle a conversation you don’t really want to have. After another little whine from your friend, you finally pull your eyes away to look toward the person sitting on the arm at the far end of the couch. She’s decked out in a gorgeous 1940s-style dress and her hair is delicately styled to match.

“I’m really not feeling like going to a party this year, Nat.”

She frowns. “But you love Halloween.”

“You’re right. But I just feel like turning on my little pumpkin lights and watching scary movies in the dark. I’m not really in a go-out-and-drink-around-a-bunch-of-strangers mood.”

“Not everyone will be strangers.”

“Well, work has been kicking my butt—”

“Honey, I know. You’re busting your ass for that company. But your friends miss you. Steve and Sam both ask how you’re doing all the time. Apparently your texts aren’t very… wordy.”

If it was anyone else in your apartment giving you sad eyes and practically begging you to be social, you’d be irritated. Nat has been the friend who’s helped pull you out of your funks for years. She knows just when to test the waters and when to back off. She’s able to read you insanely well.

The fact that she didn’t drop the conversation immediately means she knows you haven’t reached the burnt out point yet. Once that thought crosses your mind, you know you’ll end up going with her.

“I don’t have a costume,” you say in a resigned tone.

She smiles softly. “Just put on jeans and a hoodie. I’ve got a mask from Mr. Robot. Boom, simple.”

“Nerd.”

“Guilty. But hey, the party isn’t supposed to be that big.”

You level your stare at your friend. “Isn’t it at Stark’s?”

“Oh. Good point. Well, you can always tell me when you’ve had enough. I just want you to spend time with friends to help you recharge. You know work gets more tolerable when you have fun memories to occupy your mind.”

It’s hard to argue with Nat when she hits the nail on the head. “Alright,” you say as you roll off the couch with a faux-dramatic groan.

A few minutes later, you leave your room in your standard attire and slip into your Converse. Nat smiles again as she watches you turn on little accent lights in your living room before grabbing your keys and following her out the door.

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The first thing you notice as you approach the building is the flashing lights, dancing through the sky and originating at the penthouse apartment, thirty stories above your head. You reach up and touch the mask that’s currently pushed up on top of your head.

“He really does go all out. Is this enough of a costume?” you ask.

Nat hooks her arm through yours as you close the distance between yourselves and your destination. “Of course. But honestly he doesn’t care; he just wants people to come and have fun.”

You fall into comfortable silence with your friend as you make your way through the lobby and into an elevator. As you climb, the cheesy elevator music is slowly drowned out by the sounds of the party.

The elevator doors open to a spacious modern penthouse that you’re sure looks a hundred times bigger when it’s not full of people. There’s fake spiderwebs with little plastic spiders on most surfaces—bookshelves, pictures on the walls, the stairwell to the second floor, the hanging lights in the entry. There’s a cauldron sitting on a high shelf, spilling fog from dry ice over the opening to the living room. Rubber bats are hanging from string, there’s a small witch with light-up eyes swinging around the room by the blades of a ceiling fan, a skeleton in sunglasses sprawled across the kitchen island and surrounded by snacks, and there’s a life-sized werewolf statue standing off to the side of the room.

You’re actually… not sure if it’s a statue or someone waiting for the opportune moment to scare everyone around them.

As you’re finishing your visual tour of the room, muscular arms drape over your and Nat’s shoulders. You turn your head to see another mask like the one that’s still on your head instead of pulled down over your face.

“Nice mask,” the person says, and even through the music and people you immediately recognize the voice as Steve.

You laugh. “Great minds I guess.”

“I just saw Wanda a little while ago, who knows where Tony is, Scott is desperately trying to Clint at beer pong, and Sam and Bucky are on the balcony.”

Your face scrunches a little before you’re able to stop it, an expression that Nat and Steve both notice.

“Haven’t warmed up to him yet?” Steve asks, and you’re sure there’s a small frown hidden behind his mask.

You sigh. You know Steve and Bucky have been friends since childhood. Nat has been friends with him since college. But you… no encounter with Bucky Barnes has ever been easy.

Nat was your first friend in the city—a chance meeting at a coffee shop near your apartment. A few months after you’d settled into your new home and job, she started inviting you to outings with her friends.

Steve became an immediately calming presence in your life. Sam offered charm and humor, Wanda was your go-to when you wanted music recommendations, Clint and Scott were the big brothers you never (secretly, always) wanted. Even Tony was fine. He was a little eccentric and sometimes flashy with money, but he had a good heart.

Bucky. You wanted to like Bucky. You did like him at first… for a few minutes.

He was charming too, all smiles and bright blue eyes when Nat introduced you. Over the course of the night though, you heard a lot of stories about his dating reputation and Bucky got way too drunk. Your night ended abruptly when you turned away from the bar and suddenly had beer all down your shirt and jeans.

And when Bucky said “watch it, asshole,” you marched back to the table and told the group you were going home. The night faded into the past, but that’s what started your dislike for Bucky Barnes.

It’s been five years and you still aren’t really “on board” with him. You’re civil enough when you’re around each other but you also won’t seek out conversation with him, even going so far as to direct most of your attention to your phone if you happen to end up seated near each other when you all go out to eat.

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It occurs to you a couple hours into the party that you’re enjoying yourself and you’re glad Nat was a little insistent.

You spent a little while in the dining room watching Scott (dressed in a full Jedi robe) do relatively well at beer pong, but not as well as Clint, who was wearing a more modern version of a Robin Hood costume.

"No way in hell I’m wearing tights," he’d said as he sunk another ping pong ball in an orange cup.

Wanda was the next friend you found, in a grungy outfit that resembled Furiosa from Mad Max. You stood with her and Nat for a while, sharing updates on work projects and movies you’d all seen recently. Tony passed by in a long, fitted coat that accented his steampunk look. He even had a little gadget on his lapel made of gears that actually moved. He made it himself and was very proud of it.

You’ve been on the balcony for the past two hours talking to Nat and Steve when you notice your drink is empty. After asking your friends if they want anything, you decide to pull your mask over your face and head through the large glass doors into the living room. As you weave your way through the crowd you spot a large amount of people on one side of the room, so you veer a little to the left to walk through the foggy opening into the hallway.

Before you make it to the other side of the hall, you spot Sam leaning against the wall in front of you, next to the bottom of the stairs that climb up the wall to your left. He has a lazy smirk on his face, like he’s never been more comfortable in his life, just leaning against that wall.

You raise your hand to wave as you call out his name, hoping he can hear since your voice is slightly muffled by your mask. You then notice the speed in which the smile shifts into an expression of full-on panic before you’re suddenly doused in water.

Through the sound of the shouts from the people who were splashed near you, you hear Sam speaking your name and a different voice swearing above you.

You rip your mask away to see that Sam has his hands out toward you, a sincere look of apology on his face. When you turn and look up, you see Bucky. There’s an equally petrified look on his face and he swears again as you bolt for the stairs, Sam’s voice and footsteps following behind you.

Bucky runs through the second door on the left and almost has the door shut before you push through, the door crashing into his shoulder.

“Ow, hey, what the shit! I’m trying to get you a towel!” He grabs a towel out of the closet behind the door and shoves it at you before backing further into the bathroom.

“What the actual fuck, Barnes?” you yell, unzipping your hoodie and throwing it on the counter. It doesn’t make much difference, your shirt is soaked too, but that’s staying on.

“I thought you were Steve!” He has his hands out now, mirroring Sam’s earlier stance, but you’re pissed and you want to get in his face.

You feel a hand gently grab onto your arm as Sam tries to pull you away from his friend. “That’s entirely my fault. I was only paying attention to the mask.”

“Steve has a foot in height on me! And who the fuck drops a bucket of water in someone’s house?”

“We put a tarp down—”

“I was having fun!” Bucky’s still getting the full force of your yelling. “I’ve been stressed the fuck out and Nat convinced me to come out and now I’m fucking drenched—”

Sam says your name again.

You turn around. “Go get Nat please, I want to go home now.”

“Wait,” Bucky protests and Sam stops in the doorway. “Sam just… go enjoy the party, I’ll take her home.”

“Like hell you will.” You finally let go of half the towel and dry off your arms before wrapping the thing around your body, trapping your wet hair against your back.

“I mean to your home, smartass. I’m sorry we pranked you; it was an honest mistake. Let me… I dunno, let me buy you a coffee or something. You’re cold, it’ll warm you up.”

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You keep three feet between you and Bucky as you walk back down the sidewalk toward your apartment. The silence is heavy and awkward, and you stare down at your shoes that squish quietly with every step. Your wet hoodie clings to your arms, sending a shiver down your spine. Unfortunately, the only two options are to wear a wet hoodie or leave your arms exposed to the chilly night air and you’re not sure which is worse.

Another chill hits you moments before a second hoodie is draped over your shoulders. You want to throw it back at him, but it’s already helping to shield you against the wind. At that thought, you glance sideways. Bucky’s arms are exposed now but he doesn’t seem to mind the chill.

Before you look away, he reaches up to rub his shoulder.

You huff out a breath. “Sorry I hit you with the door,” you mumble,

A couple beats of silence pass before he answers. “That doesn’t sound like a sincere apology, but I understand. Sorry again about the water.”

You respond with a grunt.

“Why do you hate me?”

You look at him again, your annoyed expression back on your face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m just asking why you hate me? What did I do? Before the water.”

“First of all, you apparently have a habit of spilling things on me.”

“What?”

“Do you remember the night we met? You spilled an entire glass of beer on me.”

He stops walking. “Shit. That was you.”

You stopped a few paces in front of him and turned toward him. “Do you remember calling me an asshole right after?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I do that?”

“How should I know? But you did. You spilled beer on me then called me an asshole. And I left. Doesn’t really make a girl want to be your friend.” You turn around and start walking again only to realize after a few steps that he isn’t following you. “Are you coming or am I walking the rest of the way alone? Not that I care.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t call you an asshole?”

“You were also a little drunk that night, maybe you don’t remember.”

“No, I… yeah, I had a bit to drink. This girl I’d been seeing had broken things off and I was upset… we’d actually gotten kinda serious. But I didn’t talk about her much because... I dunno, maybe I didn't wanna jinx it. I was having fun distracting myself when they started making jokes about my dating life and I guess I tried to drown my sorrow instead of just talking about it.”

You just stare at him. That absolutely isn’t the response you expected.

“So I'd just got another beer and this dude bumped into me while trying to get some girl’s attention. I called the guy an asshole and was gonna apologize but you were gone. I guess that explains why you avoided even talking to me in passing after that night. Doesn’t really make a guy wanna be your friend.”

You just stare at him. Your dislike had been entirely based off a misunderstanding? “Great. I am an asshole." You turn away from him and continue walking toward your apartment.

"Hey wait, you're not--"

His footsteps sound as he catches up to you. He reaches out and touches your elbow to get you to look at him, pulling his hand away quickly. Physical contact is entirely foreign for you two.

"Can we just forget that night? I mean you can forget about this one too if you want, but I genuinely am sorry. It always kinda bummed me out that you didn't like me--you seemed pretty cool based on all the stories I heard from Steve and Sam."

You frown. "That almost makes me feel worse."

"Please don't. I could've tried to fix things too."

The silence that follows isn't quite as uncomfortable but you still break it shortly after you start walking again.

"I am actually sorry I hit your shoulder. Even when I thought you didn't like me, I would've never intentionally struck you."

He reaches up again to rub his shoulder. There's a smirk on his face as he drops his hand and lifts that shoulder in a small shrug. "I kinda deserved it."

"Maybe. About that coffee though. Just... your hoodie's wet now and I'm not going into a cafe in these clothes. I can just throw this in the dryer and make a pot of coffee. If you want."

Bucky laughs. "I want to make a joke about you inviting me over after dark, but I'll spare it since we're only just now becoming friends."

"Are we becoming friends?"

Bucky turns a worried expression toward you, as if he's scared he pushed too far. When you return a small laugh with a shake of your head, he smiles too.

"You basically said the joke by referencing the joke. But I'll give you a pass this time."

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You're hyper aware of Bucky's presence as you ride the elevator to the fifth floor together and even more so as you're unlocking your front door and allowing a person into your apartment you never expected to invite over.

"I like your decorations," Bucky says from behind you.

You turn to see him looking at the mantle over your fireplace. There are fake webs and little cheese-cloth ghosts in jars on one side and sparkly black and purple pumpkins next to a little figure of a bird dressed as a witch on the other.

"Thanks. Um... I'm gonna go change and throw this in the dryer. Be right back."

The nerves that arise when you're changing are completely unwelcome. Do you need to put on actual clothes or is leggings and a sweatshirt alright? What do you talk about while you're waiting on his hoodie to dry? What if it's just awkward silence?

You stop mid-movement when you realize you've had those thoughts... before you went on dates.

Nope.

You pull a leggings and a blissfully dry sweatshirt on and walk out of your room, throwing all the wet clothes in the dryer together on the way back to the living room. When you walk in the room, Bucky's crouched in front of the tv, going through the stack of movies you set out a couple days ago. He stops shuffling the cases and holds up your copy of Tucker & Dale vs. Evil with a very serious expression on his face.

"You... have excellent taste in movies."

"Jeez, I thought you were about to lecture me. We can watch it while we wait on the dryer if you want. I'll go start coffee."

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The next morning, you wake up wondering why your neck hurts. Opening one eye, you squint through the sunlight and are met with the sight of your living room. Well, sleeping on the couch explains the neck pain. With a yawn, you stretch your legs and nudge a solid mass on the other end of the couch. Bucky is still there, his socked feet propped on your coffee table and his head resting against the back of the couch.

You nudge him again and he stirs. Then he starts and sits up straight.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I dozed off. Oh... it's morning."

"It is.”

"I um... I guess I'll take my hoodie and go?"

"More coffee."

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. "Trying to keep me here?"

You put your head back down. "Trying to get you to make coffee."

After you’ve both had two cups of coffee—you’re choosing not to think too much about the fact that he apparently remembered exactly how you like your drink because the first cup he handed you was absolutely perfect—you walk back into the living room with Bucky’s hoodie, holding it out as he finishes slipping on his shoes.

“Oh, it’s warm,” she says with a grin, slipping the garment on and immediately zipping it up.

“It’s chilly outside and despite what you may think, I am actually nice to friends.”

“Oooo, we’re friends. You said it, no take-backsies.”

You laugh. “Well, you do make a decent cup of coffee.”

“You’re right, I do. I’ll get out of your hair now, though. And next time we all go to dinner, you have to actually talk to me. No more cold shoulder?”

He’s standing at the door, hand on the doorknob and ready to leave when he asks the question. There’s an easy smile on his face, but you still see a trace of that same worried expression.

“No more cold shoulder,” you agree. “You don’t have a long walk, do you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. S’only two blocks. See you around.”

And with that, he opens the door and leaves your apartment, casting one more look over his shoulder to smile as he walks down the hallway.

The realization that you also have a goofy smirk on your face as you walk toward your bedroom stops you momentarily, along with the thought that his presence is already something you know you want more of.

Well shit.

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Bucky only tag: @nerdyandproud9

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the-royal-orora · 1 year

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My idea on who (from other works) would be great candidates to be part of the Animorphs

So basically, here are who I feel would fit perfectly alongside the Animorph gang (Ax, Cassie, Jake, Marco, Rachel and the Auxiliary Animorphs)

*This is a mixture of what I like/are interested in and what other people like/are interested in. So just because I mention them doesn't necessarily mean I'm a fan of the work they are from*

Lastly, I'm adding what I personally feel would fit, however feel free to add onto this if you see something that I might have missed. Also, if I get anything wrong, feel free to correct me. (I'm doing my best to put research into this)

By the way, for this, assume that they have all been given the morphing ability by the morphing cube

Big Wolf on Campus: Tommy Dawkins, Merton Dingle, Lori Baxter

From Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Scooby Doo: Shaggy Rogers, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo

Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Doctor Who: The Doctor (Along with their companions. Not listed due the number of them)

Monsterverse: Madison Russell, Bernie Hayes, Josh Valentine

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Xander, Oz, Kendra, Faith

The Imperfects: Juan Ruiz, Tilda Weber, Abbi Singh

H2O: Just Add Water: Cleo Sertori, Emma Gilbert, Rikki Chadwick, Bella Hartley, Lewis McCartney

Jimmy Neutron: Jimmy Neutron (with Goddard as a Chee), Carl Wheezer, Sheen Estevez, Cindy Vortex, Libby Folfax, Nick Dean

Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom, Sam, Tucker Foley

Spongebob: Sandy Cheeks

Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Frylock, Meatwad (I would put Shake, but... I feel like he would be a volunteer controller and sell the Animorphs out)

The Slender Man Mythos: Jay Merrick, Tim Wright, Brian, Evan (without HABIT), Jeff, Stan Frederick

Mandela Catalogue: Adam Murray, Cesar Torres, Jonah Marshall, Mark Heathcliff (the first two are a maybe, the last two feel more fitting)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O'Neil

Teen Titans: Starfire, Robin, Beast Boy, Terra, Raven, Cyborg

Gravity Falls: Dipper, Mabel

Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra: Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko, Korra, Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin

Adventure Time: Finn, Jake, Marceline

T.U.F.F. Puppy: Dudley Puppy, Kitty Katswell

The Powerpuff Girls: Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup

Friendship Is Magic: The Mane: Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Spike

Kim Possible: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Wade Load

Ed, Edd n Eddy: Edd "Double D"

Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Rangers

Sabrina the Teenage Witch: Sabrina Spellman, Salem

iCarly: Carly, Sam, Freddie, (maybe?) Spencer, Harper

Hocus Pocus: Max Dennison, Allison, Thackery Binx, Becca, Izzy, Cassie, (maybe?) Billy Butcherson

Monster House: DJ, Chowder, Jenny

Mean Girls: Cady Heron

GTA (all a maybe): Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton, Trevor Philips, Jimmy, Lamar Davis, Lester, Niko Bellic, Johnny Klebitz, Carl "CJ" Johnson, Sean "Sweet" Johnson

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferbs "Ferb" Fletcher, Perry the Platypus

Futurama: Philip J. Fry, Leela, Bender, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, Zoidberg, Amy Wong, Hermes Conrad

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long

Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi

The Legend of Zelda: Link

This is all I can think of for now. Again, please add more if you can think of any!

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meghiemootriesawhumpblog · 4 years

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Carlo

I wrote this because I had an idea stuck in my head- I’ve been mulling over it for weeks. I just had to get it down. I’ve really never written with someone else’s characters before so bare with me. Also, this is the first time I tried writing in present tense so... bare with me on that one, too. There really isn’t any like direct whump in this.

Carlo and Max and the world they live in belong to @deluxewhump who so graciously let me use them.

I’m sorry it got so long I’m literally making it two posts. Merry Christmas!

(I really don’t know how this got this long. I never write this much.)

Anyway this takes place like way way way later after what’s going on with Carlo right now. Carlo is in college in this. Enjoy!

"You don't have any family, right?"

Carlo carefully peruses the library bookshelves. He isn't really reading the titles. Mostly he's just passing over them pretending to be very consumed with the options of literature on horticulture to avoid answering the question.

There are two options for answering this kind of question- lie or tell the truth. If he lies, if he says yes, he has a family, really he swears, then later he will have to remember the lie and keep it the same. If he tells the truth, he'll probably be asked more questions that he couldn't answer with the truth and he'll lie anyway. But right now he couldn't remember exactly what he told Sam last time a conversation like this came up. He had to remember that first. He should probably start keeping a notebook.

"Hey, Carlo" Sam sounds annoyed but in a pleasant friendly way that Carlo is still getting used to "earth to Carlo, did you fucking hear me?"

She cusses a lot too. But that doesn't really bother him. Much.

Carlo takes a deep breath as Sam repeats the question.

"No," Carlo decides. Truth. "No, I don't really have a family."

Sam nods sagely. "That's what I thought. Me either. I think we bonded over that in Chem lab once."

Carlo actually did remember that once she said it. Chemistry lab. So she really doesn't know all that much about him then. She had told him her family was "a bunch of shits and so we don't talk anymore". Carlo had told her he didn't have any family either. Volunteered the information. And she had smiled at him. It was a crooked, kind smile that radiated from her eyes. He had desperately wanted to make her smile again. Which was why they were friends now really. He kept following her around trying to make her smile again. It was actually harder than he had first thought. She was bitter about things.

"So you'll be around over break then. That's fucking awesome." She moves until she stands next to him, picking up a book on organic mushrooms. She makes a face and puts it back. " What are you doing for Christmas?"

"Christmas?" Carlo repeats.

"Yeah," she says with a laugh "you know 'the most wonderful time of the year'" she sings the last part slightly. Her voice rises and she laughs again. "You know what fucking Christmas is, I'm sure."

He does know about Christmas. That's not it. He actually has plans for Christmas, but they are with Max and he can't tell this girl about Max without telling her about… everything else. So he just stares at her.

"I'm working a double I think. Shitty I know, but hey money's fucking money right." She says, seemingly unphased by his silence. "But I should have Christmas Eve off. If you want to, you can come over. I usually just drink copious amounts of cider- the alcoholic kind of course- and watch a decidedly not Christmas movie until I pass out. But we could…" her voice trails off for a second and she suddenly looks right at him and Carlo has to look away, back to the bookshelf "…watch Elf or some other Christmasy shit… if you'd rather. Maybe try drinking hot cocoa or whatever the fuck"

"I have to go see Max" he hears himself say it before his thoughts catch up with his lips but by then Sam is staring at him.

"Who the hell is Max?"

Shit shit shit

"No one, I mean he's just like, just Max."

Carlo could feel his heart racing in a way it hasn't in gosh it's been years since he felt this vulnerable.

Sam eyes him suspiciously but doesn't say anything for a long time while Carlo just stands there staring at a book titled Hydroponic Food Production and feeling like time was moving just so damn slow. Too slow.

"Sorry, dude I just…" she tries to catch his eye but he's looking at the ground now right where his sneaker toes against the bland, thin library carpeting that would never be in a place like... He feels eleven years old again and he just can't. She is apologizing now which is stupid. He should be apologizing for being stupid enough to think he could get away with this. Acting like a person. When he wasn't.

I need to go see Max because he's my owner and I have to see him and I want to see him because I just owe him so much and he's so important to me I'm sorry, Sam. Please forgive me. I'm sorry.

She was still talking "like I have never even heard of this fucking 'Just Max' before and we've known each other a minute... so it's just weird I guess, but then you've never been a sharer so."

Carlo is still looking at the floor and feeling like absolute shit. She clearly wants an explanation and he's not going to give her one.

She grabs her bag off the table near the shelf they've been lingering at. Carlo looks at the bag now. It is a muted green with colorful patches all over it and he wonders if she sewed those on herself. Probably did. She is so damn independent. She controls her own life and probably always has. She's always been a person.

"Well" she says, "I should be going. Pretending to study with you have been fucking real, my friend, but if I want to actually pass American lit and keep my scholarship I should probably" she makes a clicking sound with her tounge and gestures toward the exit. She was leaving then "You gonna be cool getting home?"

Carlo forces himself to meet her eyes. "Yes," he says in a tight voice "I'll be fine. Yes."

"Alright," she eyes him a minute longer like she wants to say something else, but doesn't. She shoulders her bag and holds two ring covered fingers up in the air at him "deuces" she says. She's smiling, technically, but isn't one of the smiles Carlo likes. It's hollow.

Carlo stands there in the now empty aisle feeling a hollowness of his own he hasn't felt in a while.

He's wondering why the hell Max thought this was a good idea.

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When Carlo opens the door to his little apartment, he just feels worse. It normally feels good coming back and being in a space that's so fundamentally his. He picked out the furniture. He stocked the pantry. He set up the bookshelves himself and filled them with all his favorites. Well, Max had helped a little. But he had asked first.

But right now? The place feels empty. He slides onto the couch. It is a beautiful blue couch that makes him feel cozy, except now it feels foreign and wrong. He wants a hug. He wants to go home.

He pulls out his phone and is already clicking before he realizes he is doing it.

It rings four times before he picks up.

"Carlo?"

"Max." A wave of relief. Max.

"Hey sweetheart." Max's voice is a bit muffled. Carlo wonders what he was doing. Probably something important. The phone did ring four times. "What's wrong."

"N-nothings wrong." He says into the phone, hoping it sounds like the truth. He doesn't want Max to think he's a liar. Although he is. He used to never lie as much as he does now. "I just wanted to, to say hi is all."

Max hums in response but doesn't question him. "Well hi then, Carlo." There's a banging sound like something falling and Max curses softly "Join any cults or activist groups lately?"

Carlo smiles "No, sir. I've just been studying. Finals"

"Exciting." Max says, deadpan. Clearly Max doesn't seem to think finals are all that exciting. But Carlo actually likes the learning process. Taking the finals is the pay off, proof he'd actually learned something. Validation. He doesn't want to disagree with Max though. So he stays quiet, just taking quiet comfort in knowing Max exists.

"What's bothering you, buddy?" Max asks after a minute. Complete silence. Whatever Max had been doing, he's stopped.

"Max, I…" Carlo stares at the ceiling fan. It moves so slowly. He should tell him. He seems to guess already. I messed up, sir. He bites his lip.

"My friend, Sam, she invited me over for Christmas. Well," he amends "Christmas Eve, she wasn't going to be doing anything so she invited me over."

"Oh really? That's nice." He sounds pleased. How can he be pleased?

"Nice?" A strange wave of anger hits him with a sudden intensity and he sits up straight on the couch. "Max, we have plans already! I can't, I can't spend Christmas with her. And, I, I told her that."

Max laughs. "You'll be here on Christmas day and besides you can come over anytime, sweetheart."

Carlo swallows. "No, I told her. I said I had plans with you. With Max."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah?" Does he not understand? "You told me not to tell anyone about you because then people might realize stuff.. about me. And then I did! I told Sam!" You should punish me but you won't. He pushes the old thought aside and tries to focus on what’s really bothering him. "What if, what if now she knows?" He hears how small his own voice is and he's filled with shame.

Max is silent for a moment "What else did you say?" He sounds vaguely curious. None of the anxiety coursing through Carlo's veins is evident in Max's voice.

"Nothing," Carlo's voice is desperate "nothing else, sir, I swear."

Carlo doesn't breathe until Max speaks "No big deal then; you didn't really tell her much. You can tell people about me. Just not all the little details about our history. That's what's dangerous."

"I said more than I should have." He fiddles with the cloth of the pillow on his couch. He'd picked it out at Target specifically because it was so soft. "And you had told me not to."

"It was a suggestion when I said not to tell anyone." Max's voice is soft "I meant only for you to be careful. I don't give you orders anymore, Carlo."

I wish you would sometimes. He thinks. Then feels guilty. He isn't supposed to feel that way anymore. He doesn't want to feel that way anymore.

"You like her? She's a good friend to you."

Carlo doesn't have to think about it. "Yes."

"Do you trust her?" Max asks.

Does he trust her? That takes a second longer to consider. "Yeah, I think so."

"So," Max ventures "how bad would it be if she knew? Hypothetically?"

Carlo hesitates. How bad would it be? He thinks about how Sam looks at him. Like he's just anybody. A regular person. A knot forms in his stomach. "What if-" he sighs, gathering himself "what if she looks at me different? Like when she realizes. What if she sees a, a p-pet instead of her friend?"

"Do you really think she would?"

"I…" would she? "I'm not sure…" He picks the pillow up. He hugs it to his chest wishing he could hug Max. He could go over there, Max would be fine with it, but that would be a bit dramatic wouldn't it? He couldn't do that. No, he was a grown man. He was fine. He clutched the pillow tighter.

"If you want to tell her eventually, that's okay with me, baby. But you also don't have to tell her anything ever."

Carlo thinks about that "It's not something I can un-tell her."

"No, it's not.” Max agrees “But it's fine if she knows about me. That alone wouldn't hurt, probably.” Max pauses “Carlo, it would be great if I could meet her, too. If you were comfortable with that. She could come for Christmas Eve here, instead, not that it is going to be very exciting. Do you want to invite her to join us?"

"Join us? At our house?" His voice squeaks a little.

Carlo senses Max's smile on the other side of the phone almost like he’s holding back a laugh "Yes, at our house. Then you can spend Christmas Eve with both of us."

"Hmmm" He imagines Max and Sam in the same room. Shaking hands. Drinking wassail together. Her dirty boots on his nice rugs; she'd probably put her feet up on Max's coffee table. It isn't super easy to imagine, but not that difficult either. Max would be kind to her. Probably make stupid jokes that would make Sam laugh. She would see Carlo and Max together and… and what? What would she think exactly? How would Carlo explain Max?

"Should I invite her? Should I, I tell her?"

Max is quiet.

"Max, just, just tell me what to do." He needs to be told what to do. And Max isn't going to do it. He knows.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do."

Of course you won't. He tries to be angry. But he isn't. Not really.

"I know." He acknowledges "I sometimes wish you would."

He doesn't miss it. The fear and uncertainty. The fact that he used to have barely even a concept of his sense of self. But it was nice. Sometimes it was nice to just let life happen around him. Decisions were so hard. And now he made so many decisions. What to eat, what to wear, where to sit in class, who to talk to, when to do his homework, what classes to take. Sure, they were thrilling when he was deciding what book to read next or picking out a comforter for his bed. But these big decisions that would affect his life were anxiety inducing. He wanted Max to just pick for him. What should he major in? Would he look good with dyed hair? Should he invite Sam over for Christmas? Should he tell Sam his identity was fake? That he was fake?

He wishes someone would just tell him what to do. He'd reserve his right to say no. That's as much independence as he actually wants.

"But" Max was talking again. Focus. "I'll give you my advice. That I will do. Here it is: I'd invite her over. But not tell her details just yet. Baby steps."

Baby steps. He could do baby steps.

“Baby steps” He repeats into the phone, grinning.

#I'm so confused because I opened my google docs on the computer and it was 8 pages #which shocked me cuz i was doing it on my phone and I thought it was like 2 #carlo #max #deluxewhump #writing #other people's ocs #sam #christmas #whump #sorta #i'm like still embarrassed but i'm just going to go for it #please give me feedback if you want i have no idea what i'm doing #i need more practice writing #which this counts #eight pages my gosh

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too-many-baes · 5 years

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The Life of a Hunter

Pairing: fem!reader x Dean Winchester

Warning(s): Injury (bad one), blood, mentions of death, all the angst possible

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: The life of being a hunters girlfriend becomes too much for you to handle

A/N: This is another one from my old blog. I revamped it a bit and I personally like it better than before, so hopefully so do you guys!

My requests are open so fire away anything you want me to write

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The life of a hunter isn’t easy, that’s a give in. They put their lives on the line every day to save people, sometimes even the world. There’s no paycheck waiting when they’re done, no medal of honour to be hung around their necks. All they receive is their own solitary knowledge of their good deeds. Being a hunter wasn’t something anyone signed up for half-heartedly and was not a job to be taken lightly. Yes, hunters were outrageously brave and deserved more credit, but there was another group of people you thought deserved more recognition as well. That was being the significant other of a hunter. You know better than anyone that it comes with its own set of issues. Sure, you weren’t out saving virgins from dragons or innocents from hungry vampires or vengeful ghosts, but you were there.

You were there when they set off on a hunt, you were there on the couch every night trying to fend off sleep in case they came home. You were there to stitch them up when they came home injured and you were there waiting by the phone hoping for a call, but fearing what it could say. You were there for all of that and more, but you feared you would have to be there when shit hit the fan. There may be a day when you have to be there, crying with their loved ones, there to burn their body, and then there to just… keep going. As if you could.

These were things you always feared, things that played on your mind, but when you started dating your boyfriend Dean and he had told you what he did you had thought that those things would be something that you could handle. Being with him would be worth it, you told yourself. And it had, for a very long time. Every moment you spent with Dean you were happy. From cuddling up to him on the couch, laughing at his bad singing or even just sitting in silence in the car with your hands comfortably locked together, those were the moments that made it all worth it. Until last week when you realised something.

You had been awaiting his return from what he assured you was a simple salt and burn that would be a day max. You were in the kitchen at Bobby’s making coffee when the door had burst open, revealing a frantic Sam and an unrecognisable Dean. He had slashes from his shoulder to his hips, and his face was purple and swollen, making his green eyes disappear. You felt as though your lungs had been pulled out through your throat and your heart had given up on you, but none of that mattered as you ran to help carry him. You and Sam lifted his limp body up onto the table as gently as both of your panic would allow.

“Sammy, what the hell happened?” You screamed as you ripped off what was left of his shirt, gasping at what you saw. The slashes were deep, so deep that you were sure if you could handle looking long enough you’d be able to catch glimpses of his ribs.

“I don’t know, it happened so fast! It-it got the jump on us and-oh god is he still breathing?” You checked his pulse. It was there, but only just. You and Sam did the best you could to fix him up, running around grabbing towels and stitches and anything you could think to help him, but no matter what you did his pulse continued to slow until you were sure it had stopped. You were both yelling and screaming, begging Dean to hold on, to stay with you. In that moment you felt as though you were helplessly watching on as the life of your boyfriend dissipated from the world.

If Castiel hadn’t shown up and healed him Dean would have died that day. It was that day that you came to a realisation. As you had gone to the bathroom to clean the blood, his blood, off of your hands and let sobs rack your body, tears raining into the sink. You were falling in love with Dean Winchester. You had thought that the day you realized that would be a happy one but it had only made your sobs more intense, causing you to collapse to the tiled floor, because in that moment you knew. You just knew that you couldn’t do it any more. The sleepless nights and waiting by the phone, the stitches and tears. You couldn’t repeat what you had to go through that day again. It was because of this you knew, even though it would break your heart, you had to leave him.

You had convinced Dean to take a couple of days off hunting under the guise that you thought he should rest, but really you had just wanted a few normal days with him before you left. A few more days that you could try and prepare yourself to leave, and a few more normal days that you could use just to enjoy his company. You made the most out of it, sharing intimate cuddles in the mornings, full of light pecks and rubbing noses, followed by lazy afternoons wrapped up in each other on the couch. You had fun nights cooking and blasting rock music, air-guitaring every solo. You soaked it in, knowing that you may never be as happy in your life as you had been with him. But your decision was final, and for your own sanity you had to go.

You wake up on what you decided was your final morning with him knowing if you waited any longer you’d never go. You roll over to examine his face, mapping every line and freckle to etch it into your memory. You take in his sharp jaw line, his light stubble. The way his lips curve and the way he was peaceful when he slept, untroubled by the nightmares he had to face while awake. You turn onto your back and suck in a shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut to hold back the tears you could feel forming. You mentally scold yourself for wanting to cry already, this was the easy part.

You get up as silently as you could and make your way downstairs to put on some coffee. While sitting down at the table you let yourself get lost in your own thoughts when movement by the door startles you. You relax when you see it was only Sam, up early as always.

“Oh, Sam, sorry I was in my own world”, you say. Over the course of dating Dean you’d gotten to know Sam and you felt a twinge of sadness looking at him knowing he didn’t know he’d never see you again after today. You weren’t just having to leave Dean, you were leaving everyone in his life. Sam was someone you were going to miss a great deal. He looks at you and notices the sadness plastered on your face.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He enquires, sitting down at the table opposite you. You let out a breath you were holding and look up at him with what you hoped was a convincing smile.

“Yea”, you start nodding at him, “yea, Sammy I’m fine.” While it was obvious he didn’t believe you, he accepts your answer out of politeness. “You know if you ever need to talk…” He offers as his sentence trails off, clearly feeling awkward at the interaction. A sad smile creeps onto your face.

“Thank you Sam, you’re a good guy.” With that you choose to leave him, finally deciding to face the music. You climb up the stairs, your feet feeling like lead. You walk into Dean’s room to see he has just finished getting ready for the day, sitting at the edge of the bed tying his boots. He looks up at you with those entrancing green eyes that make you want to give up your resolve and ask him to get back into bed with you. No, I have to do this.

“Morning”, he says, moving over to kiss you. You move your head away so your lips don’t meet. You stare at the ground not feeling brave enough to make eye contact.

“Y/N what’s up, you okay?” The softness and caring in his voice kills you. You suck in one large breath of air before meeting his emerald gaze.

“Dean… I can’t do this anymore.” Many emotions flicker through his eyes at that moment, but confusion seems to be the one that sticks out the most. “You can’t do what, you can’t do us anymore? Are you breaking up with me?” Hurt seeps through his voice causing your throat to clench uncomfortably. “I don’t get it, everything’s been great. Where is this coming from?” He gently grabs your shoulders in a hold that speaks as loud as his voice.

“It’s just too much, Dean. I can’t do this anymore.” His eyes search yours for something you may not be telling him. “What brought this on? You don’t have to do this we can talk about it”, he desperately pleads. You break away from his hold and move around the room, picking up the few items that you left here for when you stayed over. You put things into a bag all the while Deans mumbling and watching your every movement.

Just as you zip your bag Dean bangs his fist against the wall, giving you such a fright that your bag falls through your fingers and to the ground. “DAMNIT Y/N, TALK TO ME, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!”

“I CAN’T WATCH YOU DIE AGAIN!” You scream in response, realisation dawning on his face. “Seeing you like that it killed me Dean. I care too much about you to see that happen again. What if next time Cas isn’t there to save you? It’s too much.” You pick up your bag and walk past him to go down the creaky wooden stairs. Not long after his footsteps are hot on your tail.

“C’mon Y/N, you knew what you were signing up for.” He says the harsh words with desperation in his voice as he continues following you right out of the door and to your car. “I know Dean, I thought I could handle it. The other day showed me I can’t”, you say while tears wet your face and neck. You don’t bother to wipe them as you throw your bag in the boot of the car as you know they’ll be replaced as soon as they’re gone.

“Y/N, please don’t leave”, he says barely above a whisper. “I think I’m falling in lov-” “Please don’t say that, please. I need to leave.” You interrupt him before he could say the four letter word that had been tormenting you for days. Turning to face him you see a solitary tear escape and slide down his cheek. You didn’t want to stick around to see any more, you felt guilty enough already.

“But it’s true”, he states. He is standing close enough to you that you can lean forward and rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes and simply breathing. “I know, Dean, I feel the same”, you admit reluctantly, opening your eyes to stare into his. “That’s why I have to leave. I couldn’t handle losing you like that.” You’re about to pull away but Dean grips onto your arms and pulls you into a kiss. Your lips were wet with tears and the kiss was filled with sorrow. You held it for a long time, wanting to relish this last moment you would have with him.

“Please.” He says one last time as you pull away from his face. You tug him into a hug, gripping the fabric of his jacket to pull him as close as you could. As you nuzzle your head into his neck Dean hugs you back just as tight as if his grip would prevent you from taking his world away.

“I’m sorry Dean”, you whisper as you separate, opening the car door and buckling yourself in. Your window was open so Dean lent on the window frame. “Y/N…” He trails off, desperately searching for something, anything that would make you stay.

You start your engine and turn your face to look at him again. His tears have multiplied to the point that you could track their journey down his cheeks with the trails they left behind. He could do no such thing with the tracks of your tears as you had cried so many your cheeks were covered with a wet blur.

“Take care Dean.” With that you drive your car out of Singer’s auto, looking in your rear-view mirror to see Dean watching as you leave and drive out of sight. Your sobs were racking your body now, so much that you had to pull over a few minutes later, resting your head onto the steering wheel.

This is the right thing to do. This is the right thing to do. You repeat this over and over in your head until your sobs die down to sniffles and your eyes run out of tears.

You drive and drive until you can drive no longer. You could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket the whole time but you ignored it. Eventually, when the sun has well left the sky and you can’t keep your eyes open any longer you pull into the first motel you see.

You get into your dingy room and collapse on your bed falling into a restless sleep with one thing floating around in your mind.

If this is the right thing to do, why does it hurt so much?

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Part Two

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•User Name:blackrabbit42 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural, J2 AU, Good Omens, Harry Potter, Doctor Who. I’ve only ever written for SPN, but I could do a Gen for any other of these if wanted. Likes: fics with a twist on reality. Darkfic, fluff, crack, pwp, Squicks/Dislikes: Original characters. Characters who intrude on my OTP Minimum bid: Fic for $10 per 1 k up to 6K.

•User Name: tammyrenh What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: A03 Fandoms: spn, spn rpf Likes: Gen, slash, h/c, ABO Squicks/Dislikes: underage, hardcore BDSM. water sports, scat Minimum bid: $10 for 1k up to whatever. My muse is long winded

•User Name: blackrose_17 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: SPN RPF, SPN, MCU, Torchwood, DC, Doctor Who Likes: AU, Crossovers, fluff, mpreg, a/o/b, J2, J3, Sam crossover pairings, Wincest, bottom!Sam/Jared, Stony, Tony Stark centered fics, Ianto Jones centered fics, Tim Drake centered fics Squicks/Dislikes: Extreme kinks, hardcore BDSM, rape, non-con, I sadly can not write Destiel, Cockles, Sabriel or Lucifer/Sam Minimum bid: Fic for $10 per 1k up to 10k

•User Name: phoenix1966 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural, J2 AU Likes: Wincest, J2, I'm a bottom!Sam/Jared fan Squicks/Dislikes: Destiel, Cockles, scat, watersports, infintalism, extreme underage, bottom!Dean/Jensen, het, bestiality, reader inserts, deathfic, J2 Non-AU Minimum bid: Fic for $10 per 1k up to 10k Creator Notes: (Please understand I will not be able to start on your story until January at the earliest.)

•User Name: monicawoe What I'm offering: fic (1k-3k) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: spn, venom, mcu (mainly Stucky), hannibal Likes: gen fic, for SPN: powers!Sam, any Sam-centric fics, Sam/Brady, Sam/Ruby; Eddie/Venom; for MCU: Bucky-centric fics; crossovers combining the fandoms I listed Squicks/Dislikes: will not write Destiel or spn fic not featuring Sam; explicit stories Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: sweetheartdean What I'm offering: short fic (1-5K, depends on how my muse feels) Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: SPN/SPN RPF Likes: Sam and Dean, together and separately. Love writing gen about the brothers. But I'm cool with writing anything involving at least one of them except... Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, fluff, Sabriel, fluffy Samifer, Saileen, not great at for-the-sake-of-a-specific kink PWPs (but will write NSFW in general!) Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: candygramme What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms:J2 AU, crossovers with any other show (to be discussed with bidder) Likes: Slash or gen. I'll try crossover with your other fandom. Will write pretty much anything you want including kink. I love to write crack, but I can go dark. Squicks/Dislikes: Don't think I could do justice to BDSM, but for Milana I will give it a good try. Minimum bid: Fic for $10 per 1,000 words, to be discussed with bidder.

•User Name: Nisaki ( or swan-song here) 1# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Wincest, J2, any rare-pair from spn that doesn't involve Sam and Dean, BTS ships (Taejin, Jikook, Namseok, Namgi, Sope) and Sebaciel from Kuroshitsuji. Likes: I like everything not in my dislikes. Squicks/Dislikes: Bottom Jensen/Dean, bottom Seokjin, Bottom Jeongguk, Bottom Namjoon, Bottom Yoongi (in sope, I'm fine with him bottoming with Namjoon) bottom Seb. Threesomes, poly or any toilet kinks. Sad endings and age play. Otherwise, the sky is your limit. Minimum bid: 5$ for 1k up to 5k!

•User Name: Nisaki ( or swan-song here) 2# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Wincest, J2, any rare-pair from spn that doesn't involve Sam and Dean, BTS ships (Taejin, Jikook, Namseok, Namgi, Sope) and Sebaciel from Kuroshitsuji. Likes: I like everything not in my dislikes. Squicks/Dislikes: Bottom Jensen/Dean, bottom Seokjin, Bottom Jeongguk, Bottom Namjoon, Bottom Yoongi (in sope, I'm fine with him bottoming with Namjoon) bottom Seb. Threesomes, poly or any toilet kinks. Sad endings and age play. Otherwise, the sky is your limit. Minimum bid: 5$ for 1k up to 5k!

•User Name: nerdypastrychef What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: supernatural(sam/dean), supernatural rpf (jared/jensen), star trek (movies)(kirk/mccoy), harry potter(harry/draco or lupin/sirius) Likes: first time, slow burn, fluff, happy endings, case fic, non-au Squicks/Dislikes: scat, blood, vomit, unhappy endings, end of the world, apocalypse, angels Minimum bid: $5 per 500 words up to $7500

•User Name: Nwspaprtaxis What I'm offering: Fic (1k minimum, maximum to be determined by muse; most likely no more than 5k) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Primarily SPN (Gen Sam n' Dean, S1-5 only), but can also do ACROSS THE UNIVERSE (2007 film) and MCU (Bucky-focused). I am relatively less experienced in STAR TREK 2009 reboot, ALIAS GRACE, but can tackle them with reasonable competence. I have no published fics in the following, but am willing to attempt: INTO THE FOREST (2015 Canadian Indie film), AHS (Murder House - Cult only, excluding Roanoke, and featuring Evan Peters' AHS characters only), LOST (Sawyer-focused), and WONDER WOMAN Likes: Gen, Sam n' Dean, Evan Peters' AHS characters, Bucky, Sawyer, MPreg, Tummy / belly kink, toilet kinks, H/C, angst, dark fic, horror Squicks/Dislikes: Cas, Slash, BDSM - feel free to discuss / negotiate Minimum bid: $5

•User Name: laughablelament What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Star Trek (OG, TNG, Discovery), Doctor Who (9th, 10th, 11th), Torchwood, X-Files, WWE wrestling... I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff; please feel free to ask! Likes: So many SPN ships, gen, slash, het, most consensual kinks (see dislikes for hard limits), comedy, general fluff and happiness, though I don't mind a bit of angst for seasoning Squicks/Dislikes: human/monster (including angels), non-con, body horror, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, underage (16+ do-able), RPF (au negotiable), deathfic (with a broad exception for afterlife plots) Minimum bid: $10/1k, 5k max

•User Name: ashtraythief What I'm offering: one fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: SPN RPF Likes: J2, JDM/Jensen, JDM/Jared, and femslash involving Danneel, Genevieve, and Adrianne in any combination, action, space, fluff, fantasy, sci-fi, weres, dark, crack, creature fic, first-time, bamf characters, fake relationship, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers. I’m willing to write timestamps for most of my fics/verses, but if you have specific plot points in mind, please check with me first because they might not be doable due to what I have in mind for the future (this applies specifically to the underneath verse. I will write you a timestamp, but I can’t do everything.) You can message me or ask anon on tumblr Squicks/Dislikes: any pairings not listed in my likes, hurt/comfort, angst, extreme underage (under 15), BDSM, extreme kink, spanking, feminisation, humiliation, intimate partner violence, non-con, bestiality, infidelity, kidfic, unhappy endings, high-school AU Minimum bid: 10$ per 1k (maximum of 5k. I tend to write longer usually and will certainly try if someone bids more, but I don’t want to promise something I might not be able to do)

•User Name: storyspinner70 What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: SPN (J2/Salmon Dean mostly), Thor, MCU, Buffy, Firefly, Bones, Archer, Frontier, Roswell (1999), Penny Dreadful, Blacklist, and possibly others, just ask! Likes: I like pretty much all tropes and things other than the biggies in my dislikes. RPF okay. Top Jensen/Dean Bottom Jared/Sam, Thorki (Hiddles) and Spuffy strongly preferred, but will consider other pairings for those fandoms. Squicks/Dislikes: Don't like unhappy or ambiguous endings, but I'll persevere if that's what you want. lol Kink dislikes: 24/7 restraint/toilet control esp in public, water sports/toilet kinks, scat, ageplay, vore, adult baby and a few others. Others: Destiel/Cockles (Misha/anyone), reader inserts. Minimum bid: $5 for fic up to 5k or so

•User Name: sammichgirl What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural & Supernatural RPF Likes: wincest, J2, bottom!Sam/Jared, fluff, trope AUs, light underage, Squicks/Dislikes: ships other than wincest or J2, bottom!Dean/Jensen, scat, vore, body modding (not great at writing hardcore BDSM/extreme kink or darkfic although love to read!) Minimum bid: $10 for 1K, max is 5K

•User Name: dimeliora 1# What I'm offering: Fanfiction, because you don't want my art. No one wants my art. Samples of my work: Ao3: I'm In Love (With A Fairytale) , The Games We Play , Invisible Unicorns , Black Velocities and Shining Movements Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF, Harry Potter, all things Stephen King Likes: Angst with a happy ending, A/B/O, J2, Wincest Squicks/Dislikes: I'm sorry, I don't ship Destiel or Cockles so I can't write it, pedophilia, cancer, water sports, scat, infidelity Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: dimeliora 2# What I'm offering: Fanfiction, because you don't want my art. No one wants my art. Samples of my work: Ao3: I'm In Love (With A Fairytale) , The Games We Play , Invisible Unicorns , Black Velocities and Shining Movements Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF, Harry Potter, all things Stephen King Likes: Angst with a happy ending, A/B/O, J2, Wincest Squicks/Dislikes: I'm sorry, I don't ship Destiel or Cockles so I can't write it, pedophilia, cancer, water sports, scat, infidelity Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: dimeliora 3# What I'm offering: Fanfiction, because you don't want my art. No one wants my art. Samples of my work: Ao3: I'm In Love (With A Fairytale) , The Games We Play , Invisible Unicorns , Black Velocities and Shining Movements Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF, Harry Potter, all things Stephen King Likes: Angst with a happy ending, A/B/O, J2, Wincest Squicks/Dislikes: I'm sorry, I don't ship Destiel or Cockles so I can't write it, pedophilia, cancer, water sports, scat, infidelity Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: amypond45 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam & Dean, Sam/Dean, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: bestiality, water sports, extreme underage Minimum bid: $10 per 1K up to 6K (it takes me about a month to turn out a 5K fic)

•User Name: kelios What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Live Journal and Ao3 (ao3 is more up to date) Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF (J2 only) Likes: Wincest, Jared/Jensen (AU or non-AU), Bobby, Rufus, Baby--most characters are negotiable as secondaries, just ask. Squicks/Dislikes: Anyone else with either brother, anyone else with either J, Misha, Castiel, infidelity, destiel, samstiel, cockles, mishalecki, unhappy endings. Most other things are negotiable. Minimum bid: $5 for minimum 2k words. I'm happy to work with you via dm on twitter or pm on LJ to make sure you're happy with the story.

•User Name: Firesign10 1# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, NCIS, a little SGA Likes: Sam/Dean, J2, DiNozzo/Gibbs, any pairing of which I've already done a fic; most major tropes, just ask--I'm sure we can work it out! Squicks/Dislikes: bestiality, water sports, extreme underage, torture porn, Destiel, serial killers Minimum bid: $10 per 1K up to 6K

•User Name: Firesign10 2# What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, NCIS, a little SGA Likes: Sam/Dean, J2, DiNozzo/Gibbs, any pairing of which I've already done a fic; most major tropes, just ask--I'm sure we can work it out! Squicks/Dislikes: bestiality, water sports, extreme underage, torture porn, Destiel, serial killers Minimum bid: $10 per 1K up to 6K

•User Name: Merenwen76 What I'm offering: fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Wincest, J2 hurt/comfort, first time, AU, non-AU, fluff, humour, fantasy, a/b/o, songs, cooking (not feeding) romance, panties. Whatever floats your boat. I am open to write (pls respect my dislikes) Squicks/Dislikes: destiel, cockles , threesomes, any kind of toilet kinks, extremely underage, non con (between J2 , Sam/Dean) , infidelity, extremely bdsm or Dom/sub ( let us talk ) , baby or daddy kinks, Minimum bid:10$ for 1 k , up to: sky is the limit and it’s for a good cause!!

•User Name: tifaching What I'm offering:100 word drabbles. Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms:Supernatural Likes: Dean, Sam, John, Castiel, most minor characters, gen, wincest, h/c, fluff, dark, brothercentric fic Squicks/Dislikes: Not a fan of Destiel or RPF Minimum bid: Five dollars for five drabbles. Will take top two bidders (if any, lol) so two people get five each.

•User name: marciaelena What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Revolution Likes: Sam/Dean, Smith/Wesson, Max & Alicia Banes, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Charlie/Miles, Charlie/Danny, Miles/Danny, Charlie/Miles/Danny, angst, post-apocalyptic settings, soulmates, last people on Earth, death!fic, dark!fic, Americana, road trips, canon divergence, poetic prose. Squicks/Dislikes: Angels, demons, prophets, Chuck, Amara, Nick, John Winchester, Amelia, Benny, Monroe, fluff, crack, extreme kinks, genderswap, age reversal, rape/non-con, a/b/o. Minimum bid: $10 for 1k, up to 5k. Creators Notes: If in doubt about any likes/dislikes I haven't mentioned please ask before bidding. I'm willing to write two fics to help Milana. (meaning they will write one fic each for the top two bids)

•User Name:jessie_cristo73 What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Queer As Folk Likes: J2, Wincest, ABO, Alternate Universes, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Adventures, Schmoop, Romance, Thrillers, High School AUs Squicks/Dislikes: Hardcore BDSM, Blood fetishes, Extreme underage, Scat, Waterworks, Fics w/out happy or satisfying endings. Minimum bid: $10 per 1k/words

•User Name: morganoconner What I'm offering: Fanfiction of at least 2500 words in length Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural (any pairing or permutation of Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel...also please note I'm about four seasons behind canon, and most comfortable in the universe anytime before, during, or immediately following S5), Good Omens (Aziraphale/Crowley), Check Please (Jack/Bitty, Kent/Alexei or Kent/OMC, others) Teen Wolf (Derek/Stiles), MCU (Bucky/Sam, Clint/Bucky, Clint/Coulson , others), others can be discussed! Likes: creature!characters (shapeshifters, angels/demons, wings/tails, various and sundry monster sorts, you get the idea), crossovers, fluff, angst with happy endings, hurt/comfort, found family Squicks/Dislikes: Infidelity, unhappy endings, hardcore explicit fic (nothing against it just don't feel particularly good at writing it!) Minimum bid: $10 Creators Notes: Depending on interest, I'll write for the top two bidders. Please note that I'm in my last semester of my degree and my courseload is intense...fics may not be written until December, though if time allows I will certainly try for sooner!

•User Name: Sakarrie (ao3, ff.net, livejournal, tumblr) What I'm offering: Custom Fanfic, 1-5k, Offering 1-4 Fics (depending on prompts and length) Samples of my work: Live Journal: Starry Night (There's some VLD ones on my FF.net, but those are pretty old and cringy. Feel free to check them out though.) Fandoms: Mains: Supernatural, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Merlin Feel comfortable with: Star Vs. the Forces of Evil, She-ra (Netflix), Gravity Falls, Danny Phantom, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Code Lyoko, 3Below,Teen Titans, Di-Gata Defenders Others I'd Be Willing to Do: Kim Possible, Undertale Legend of Korra, Trollhunters, Over the Garden Wall, Steven Universe, Psych, Jackie Chan Adventures Likes: Hurt/comfort, Angst, Family Love, Gen Squicks/Dislikes: Anything sexual, extreme gore, body horror, most AUs Minimum bid: $5 per 1k, minimum of 2k for complex plots Creator Notes: *Please refer to this document for ships and requirements for each fandom: ships and requirements doc

•User Name: dizzojay What I'm offering: Fic Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: I like to write Dean-centric gen fic, and have a strong leaning towards humour and/or hurt/comfort. Favourite characters to write other than Dean are Sam, Castiel and Bobby. Squicks/Dislikes: No deathfic. Prefer not to write slash. Minimum bid: $10 for up to 1,000 words $5 for each extra 1,000 words

•User Name: deadlybride (zmediaoutlet on tumblr) What I'm offering: Fic, 1k-8k words Samples of my work: AO3 Fandoms: SPN, SPN RPF (J2), MCU Likes: Wincest preferred but I'll do any SPN pairing; J2 fics (AU only); for MCU Thor/Loki would be preferred but I can do any of the original Avengers + Spiderman; very willing to write sex of any sort with any kink (seriously: underage, watersports, you name it, with only one exception listed below). Squicks/Dislikes: prolapse, character assassination, RPF non-AU, high school AU, xreader fic. Also warning: there are some pairings I would not write as romantic (e.g. Sam/Lucifer), but I can write most anything in a way that makes sense to me. I can work with you! Minimum bid: Fic for $10 per 1000 words up to 8k. Creator Notes: I have some due dates coming up, so likely would not be able to start until November 1.

•User Name: cookielaura What I'm offering: 1k(+) fic Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: White Collar Likes: Peter/Neal, Peter/Neal/El, Peter & Neal, most other canon relationships, h/c, angst, angst with happy endings, pining, AUs, fantasy Squicks/Dislikes: I'm not so great at NC-17 Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: celli on AO3, DW, Twitter What I'm offering: fic, minimum 5K Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Crooked Media RPF, Good Omens Likes: CM: Favs/Lovett, Emily/Favs/Lovett, Lovett/Tommy, Favs/Tommy, Favs/Lovett/Tommy. GO: Aziraphale/Crowley Squicks/Dislikes:dub-con, non-con, incest, adultery Minimum bid:$10

•User Name: Icanseenow (AO3), Tasteslikemolecules What I'm offering: Fan fiction Samples of my work: AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/Icanseenow/works) Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Gen, Sam/Cas, Sam/Dean, Dean/Cas, Wincestiel, Sam/Ruby, Sam/Lucifer (non-con), Dean/John (non-con), everything Sam-centered, rare ships, character-focused stories, love triangles, asexuality, genderswap, AUs, H/C, mental health and trauma, sad and/or dark stories, melancholic fluff. Squicks/Dislikes: Sabriel, ABO, Slave AU, extreme fluff or extreme kink, reader inserts, Minimum bid: $10 per 1k, up to 10k Creator Notes: For longer stories I'd probably not get to them until the start of December.

•User Name: tjs_whatnot What I'm offering: Fic (atleast 1k) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Anything I've written for in the past (my fandoms can be found in above link--there's a lot). Anything I've read/seen/listened to and am familiar with. Likes: character study/development, relationships, gen, slash, fem, het, angst, hurt/comfort Squicks/Dislikes: non-con, incest, pedophilia Minimum bid: 10$

•User Name: Icanseenow (here & AO3), tasteslikemolecules (tumblr) What I'm offering: Fan Fiction Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Gen, Sastiel, Wincest, Destiel, Wincestiel, Sam-heavy stories, Sam/Ruby, rare ships, character studies, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health/trauma, love triangles. Squicks/Dislikes: Sabriel, Sam/Lucifer or Dean/John stories that aren't non-con, extreme kinks or extreme fluff, Slave AUs, ABO Minimum bid: 10$ for 1k, up to 5k

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•User Name: phoenix1966 1# What I'm offering: Banner/Cover for your J2 AU/Wincest fic (or a Jared/Sam-centric image) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, J2 AU Likes: Wincest, J2, I'm a bottom!Sam/Jared fan Squicks/Dislikes: Destiel, Cockles, scat, watersports, infantilism, extreme underage, bottom!Dean/Jensen, het, bestiality, reader inserts, deathfic, J2 Non-AU Minimum bid: $20 Creator Notes: (One full-size banner/cover for your wincest or J2 AU or gen Sam & Dean story.)

•User Name: phoenix1966 2# What I'm offering: Banner/Cover for your J2/Wincest fic (or a Jared/Sam-centric image) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, J2 AU Likes: Wincest, J2, I'm a bottom!Sam/Jared fan Squicks/Dislikes: Destiel, Cockles, scat, watersports, infantilism, extreme underage, bottom!Dean/Jensen, het, bestiality, reader inserts, deathfic, J2 Non-AU Minimum bid: $20 Creators Notes: (One full-size banner/cover for your wincest or J2 or gen Sam & Dean story.)

•User Name: sweetheartdean What I'm offering: art Samples of my work: Tumblr: one two Twitter: three Fandoms: SPN/SPN RPF Likes: Down to draw anyone and anything, maximum rating PG-13 for PDA (blood and guts are A-okay). TFW/J2M are the ones I have the most practice with. Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, vertical incest, cars, NSFW (not that I dislike that one, I just doubt my abilities to deliver it, lol!) Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: Nisaki ( or swan-song here) What I'm offering: Art Samples of my work: Live Journal: Here Here Tumblr: Here and Here Fandoms: Wincest, J2, any rare-pair from spn that doesn't involve Sam and Dean, BTS ships (Taejin, Jikook, Namseok, Namgi, Sope) and Sebaciel from Kuroshitsuji. An art for a fic of yours that involve those and doesn't has my dislikes! Likes: I like everything not in my dislikes. Squicks/Dislikes: Bottom Jensen/Dean, bottom Seokjin, Bottom Jeongguk, Bottom Namjoon, Bottom Yoongi (in sope, I'm fine with him bottoming with Namjoon) bottom Seb. Threesomes, poly or any toilet kinks. Sad endings and age play. Otherwise, the sky is your limit. Minimum bid: 10$

•User Name: amberdreams 1# What I'm offering: a cover or illustration for a fic Samples of my work: Live Journal: fanart or traditional art tags, or AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Marvel, Hannibal, LOTR - open to suggestions Likes: portraits and figure work but also animals on occasion Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, ABO, deformity/body horror, excretory kinks Minimum bid:$20

•User Name: amberdreams 2# What I'm offering: a cover or illustration for a fic Samples of my work: Live Journal: fanart or traditional art tags, or AO3 Fandoms: Supernatural, Marvel, Hannibal, LOTR - open to suggestions Likes: portraits and figure work but also animals on occasion Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, ABO, deformity/body horror, excretory kinks Minimum bid:$20

•User Name: quickreaver What I'm offering: ART Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: primarily SPN, but also Preacher, Hannibal, Firefly, The Expanse, original characters ... ask if there's something not on this list! I can probably do it. :) Likes: pretty much anything but over-the-top fluff Squicks/Dislikes: I won't do NC-17 at this account, Sam/Gabriel (SPN), and unsurprisingly, over-the-top fluff Minimum bid: $50

•User Name: kirathehyrulian What I'm offering: One title card and one illustration for a fic Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: I have the most experience in Supernatural characters but open to discussion Likes: SPN Gen, Wincest, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: I would prefer not to draw Destiel, Cockles, Sabriel, Saileen, Vertical Incest, Landscapes, Vehicles, or anything beyond a PG-13 rating for PDA. Minimum bid: $25

•User Name: kirathehyrulian What I'm offering: A simple one character chibi plus one accessory illustration with a plain background Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Open to drawing any one character in any fandom or one original character Likes: Supernatural Characters Squicks/Dislikes: I would prefer not to draw vehicles, or nudies Minimum bid: $5

•User Name: kirathehyrulian What I'm offering: A 1-2 character illustration with simple background Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: I have the most experience with Supernatural characters but open to discussion Likes: SPN Gen, Wincest, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: I would prefer not to draw Destiel, Cockles, Sabriel, Saileen, Vertical Incest, Landscapes, Vehicles, or anything beyond a PG-13 rating for PDA. Minimum bid: $15

•User Name:emmatheslayer What I'm offering: set of 10 icons, Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: supernatural rpf /spn, comic books dc, marvel mcu, stock, dc shows buffyverse /angelvese, trueblood, Netflix shows open to most Fandoms and ships don't see it let me know Likes: fluffy wincest, sastiel, shipping Squicks/Dislikes: porn, bdsm, abuse destiel, sabirel, Minimum bid:$ 5

•User Name: BeesAreAwesome 1# What I'm offering: custom digital painting (1 to 2 characters) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, Hannibal, Good Omens (I am open to do art for any fandom, really) Likes: I usually ship Destiel, but ignore that. Today for this fundraiser, I like what you like! Squicks/Dislikes: none (I'm fine with any ship/rating etc--although I will not depict anything explicit if the characters are underage) Minimum bid: $40

•User Name: cassiopeia7 What I'm offering: Original art Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam/Dean, Sam & Dean gen, J2, angst, crack, het, casefic, Demon!Dean, Soulless!Sam, Baby, Billie, Rowena, Sister Jo, Bobby, John, Henriksen, Ellen and/or Jo Harvelle, Crowley, Ruby, Jess, Danneel, Gen, JDM, vampires, SPAAAACE!, cops, firefighters ... Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, de-aged, Samstiel, Destiel, cockles, genderswap, noncon, watersports Minimum bid: $20 Creator Notes: Please note, I won't be able to begin on artworks until after Christmas.

•User Name: cassiopeia7 What I'm offering: Banner or illustration for your existing fic. Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam/Dean, Sam & Dean gen, J2, angst, crack, het, casefic, Demon!Dean, Soulless!Sam, Baby, Billie, Rowena, Sister Jo, Bobby, John, Henriksen, Ellen and/or Jo Harvelle, Crowley, Ruby, Jess, Danneel, Gen, JDM, vampires, SPAAAACE!, cops, firefighters ... Squicks/Dislikes: Underage, de-aged, Samstiel, Destiel, cockles, genderswap, noncon, watersports Minimum bid: $20 Creator Notes: Please note, I won't be able to begin on artworks until after Christmas.

•User Name: tiggeratl1 1# What I'm offering: Artwork for a fanfic or a stand alone piece (photo maniped) Samples of my work: DeviantArt , Live Journal (the images in Live Journal might be locked for viewers) Fandoms: Primarily SPN/SPN RPF, but I'm open to try different fandoms. Likes: mostly Wincest, J2, or Gen, but I can branch out to other pairings. Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, excretory kinks. Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: tiggeratl1 2# What I'm offering: Artwork for a fanfic or a stand alone piece (photo maniped) Samples of my work: DeviantArt , Live Journal (the images in Live Journal might be locked for viewers) Fandoms: Primarily SPN/SPN RPF, but I'm open to try different fandoms. Likes: mostly Wincest, J2, or Gen, but I can branch out to other pairings. Squicks/Dislikes: Mpreg, excretory kinks. Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: merakieros What I'm offering: Digital art [2 characters, pose of your choice] Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Good Omens, Supernatural [wincest, J2] MCU [stucky, thorki, symbrock] Hannibal [Hannigram] Sherlock [Johnlock] Teen Wolf [Sterek] (other fandoms can be discussed) Likes: Everything is on Lizzo's "BOYS" song, I live in the gutter, the art can go as sweet or spicy as you wish. Squicks/Dislikes: excretory kinks, Non-Con, Dub-Con, MPreg Minimum bid:$40

•User Name: merakieros 1# What I'm offering: Digital art [2 characters kissing] Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Good Omens, Supernatural [wincest, J2] MCU [stucky, thorki, symbrock] Hannibal [Hannigram] Sherlock [Johnlock] Teen Wolf [Sterek] (other fandoms can be discussed) Likes: Everything is on Lizzo's "BOYS" song, I live in the gutter, the art can go as sweet or spicy as you wish. Squicks/Dislikes: Nothing to dislike in a kiss Minimum bid:$25

•User Name: merakieros 2# What I'm offering: Digital art [2 characters kissing] Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Good Omens, Supernatural [wincest, J2] MCU [stucky, thorki, symbrock] Hannibal [Hannigram] Sherlock [Johnlock] Teen Wolf [Sterek] (other fandoms can be discussed) Likes: Everything is on Lizzo's "BOYS" song, I live in the gutter, the art can go as sweet or spicy as you wish. Squicks/Dislikes: Nothing to dislike in a kiss Minimum bid:$25

•User Name: dollarformyname What I'm offering: art (3 characters or less) Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Dark Angel, Teen Wolf Likes: Fave pairings include but are definitely not limited to Sam/Dean, J2, J2/Danneel, J3, Alec/Ben, Alec/Ben/Max, Alec/Max, Max/Original Cindy, Max & Original Cindy, Alec & Original Cindy, Scott & Stiles, Allison & Lydia, Stiles/Derek, Scott/Stiles, pretty much all the threesomes/moresomes. Crossovers, h/c … Erm, I like too many things, so I'm just gonna say if it's not on my dislikes I'll probably do it. If you wanna make extra sure, just ask. Squicks/Dislikes: Angel pairings (SPN), Logan (DA), parent/child incest, toilet kinks, underage, not super confident in my ability to get too sexy/explicit. Minimum bid: $20

•User Name: jj1564 What I'm offering: songspam - you choose a song and I'll make a 'songspam' with pics and gifs, Can be naughty or nice, sad or fun, your choice :) Samples of my work: Live Journal: Hurt or God Was Never on Your Side Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Sam/Dean, John/Mary, Dean/Cas, Sam/Cas, J2, hurt boys, sad boys, wincest Squicks/Dislikes: Celine Dion! Minimum bid: $10

•User Name: BeesAreAwesome 2# What I'm offering: custom digital painting (1 to 2 characters) Samples of my work: Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural, Hannibal, Good Omens (I am open to do art for any fandom, really) Likes: I usually ship Destiel, but ignore that. Today for this fundraiser, I like what you like! Squicks/Dislikes: none (I'm fine with any ship/rating etc--although I will not depict anything explicit if the characters are underage) Minimum bid:$40

•User Name: cookielaura What I'm offering: set of 10 icons Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: White Collar, Good Omens, Hannibal, Torchwood, Community, The New Normal, musical theatre Likes: anything Squicks/Dislikes: anything Minimum bid: $5

•User Name: kanarek13 What I'm offering: art (manips only) Samples of my work: Ao3 Fandoms: White Collar, any Matt Bomer related project Likes: h/c, angst, AUs, fantasy, slash, ot3, canon relationships, oh I can go pretty much any direction :D Squicks/Dislikes: can't think of any for art, but what I can create depends heavily on the images that I can find to use for manips Minimum bid: $10

📝🖊️FIC AND/OR ART🖌️🎨

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•User Name: a_biting_smile What I'm offering: ~1k fic (longer, if the fic is chugging along), OR one piece of art (rated up to and thru NC-17), OR possibly both if the bid is high enough! Samples of my work: Live Journal Fandoms: SPN and SPN RPF Likes: darker themes, blood, but really anything but my squicks Squicks/Dislikes: excretory kinks, extreme underage, parent/child, Sam/Gabriel, fluffy Sam/Lucifer Minimum bid: $20

•User Name: blindswandive What I'm offering: One 1-5k fic OR one color drawing (1-2 characters, plain or minimal background). Longer fic or more complicated art available for higher bids or if I can't help myself. Samples of my work: Fic: Ao3 or Art: DeviantArt Fandoms: I write Supernatural and original fiction primarily, but have also written TinMan, Tron, Kids in the Hall, Daily Show/Colbert Report (specifically Jon/Stephen), Harry Potter, and various others; have done art for Supernatural, TinMan, Harry Potter, MCU/Marvel comics, portraits of people and pets, original characters, and various other fandoms. I think I could also write Loki-centric MCU/marvel comic fic, and could do art for most MCU and various DC. Can happy write or draw original work/characters. For art I'm willing to try most things. If you have any questions, please ask! Likes: Slash, femslash, het, multi/poly, kink, grit, horror, humor, smut, slice of life. In SPN I adore Sam/Dean, Sam/Dean/Cass, Rowena, Abaddon, Billie, Charlie, Bobby, Rufus, Crowley. I love writing gritty/realistic smut and imperfect people/situations. I especially love my kink improvised and undernegotiated. If your kink isn't on my short list below, 97% chance I'll be totally happy to work with it. Broadly, I love drawing women (regardless of shape, size, orientation, gender-expression, assigned sex, etc etc etc), magical creatures (especially humanoid such as mer, fae, furries/anthropomorphic or chimaeric, and dragons), bondage, corsetry, period costuming, and portraits. Squicks/Dislikes: Prefer to not write Sam/Gabriel (SPN), fluffy Sam/Lucifer (SPN), or Cole, Stynes, Nick (SPN). Would rather avoid total AUs, total fluff/schmoop, major character death, mourning, suicide, animal endangerment/harm, scat, or cbt. Prefer not to draw Nick, fluffy Sam/Lucifer, Cole, or Stynes (SPN), or scat. Not as good at drawing scenery/locations. Minimum bid: $15

•User Name: sandy79 What I'm offering: Fanfiction, Fanart Samples of my work: Live Journal , Ao3 Fandoms: SPN, White Collar, Marvel Cinematic Universe (both fiction and art); open to do fanart (digital manips) for any existing story or other fandoms (though I might ask for resources), as well as for any actor/actress the bidder wants Likes: Fluff, Happy Endings, Meet-Cutes (or Meet-Uglies that turn good), RPF Squicks/Dislikes: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-con, Extreme Kinks (e.g. Watersports), Character Bashing, Bad guys of the fandom as the main focus Minimum bid: Fanfiction: $5 per 1k Fanart: $5 for fanarts icon-size to tumblr-size; $10 for full sets of story arts (cover image, chapter headers and/or dividers, eventually end pic) and larger arts (wallpaper, both for computer and mobile)

🖼️🧶TANGIBLE CRAFTS🕯️📚

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•User Name: sammichgirl What I'm offering:SPN related craft items Samples of my work: (Item 1)Witch's Ball with Library Card Catalog/Checkout card (will customize checkout card to winner): View post on imgur.com (Item 2)Winchester Motel Tag & Key with Charm: View post on imgur.com Fandoms: Supernatural Likes: Brothers, J2 Squicks/Dislikes: not applicable to crafts Minimum bid: one item of each available, minimum of $15 bid on each (shipping will work out with winner) - each item will ship with a few surprise SPN goodies

•User Name: Kanarek13 What I'm offering: an 11" square photobook designed by me featuring pics from the Boys in the Band Broadway play, there are some general pics of the venue, the stage, etc. and of course pics from the stage door when the boys came out to say hi. The main focus is on Matt Bomer ♥ There are no personal pics in there, just the boys :) This is a professionally printed photobook on genuine glossy photo paper with glossy hardcover. Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in kanarek13′s offer listing) Fandoms: Boys in the Band, Matt Bomer Likes: n/a Squicks/Dislikes: n/a Minimum bid: $30 (shipping is on me :)

•User Name: Kanarek13 What I'm offering: A finished painting-like artwork, size 11x8” (30x20cm), printed on alu-dibond surface, highest quality professional print by Cewe of an artwork piece that I created in Photoshop. Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in kanarek13′s offer listing) Fandoms: White Collar, Peter/Neal slash Likes: n/a Squicks/Dislikes: n/a Minimum bid: $20

• User Name: Kanarek13 What I'm offering: A finished painting-like artwork, size 8x11” (20x30cm), printed on alu-dibond surface, highest quality professional print by Cewe of an artwork piece that I created in Photoshop. Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in kanarek13′s offer listing) Fandoms: White Collar, Peter and Neal, prom pic Likes: n/a Squicks/Dislikes: n/a Minimum bid: $20

•User Name: Kanarek13 What I'm offering: A finished painting-like artwork, size 8x8” (20x20cm), printed on alu-dibond surface, highest quality professional print by Cewe of an artwork piece that I created in Photoshop. Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in kanarek13′s offer listing) Fandoms: White Collar, Neal, winter stroll Likes: n/a Squicks/Dislikes: n/a Minimum bid: $20

•User Name: kelios What I'm offering: Crocheted scarves, hats, shawls, blankets--let me know what you'd like and we can work something out. Samples of my work: Twitter I have and can acquire more yarn in various colors (within reason, of course!) but this is a good sampling of yarn available to make things and things that are already made. Minimum bid: Hat $10 Scarf/cowl $15 Shawl: $20 Blanket: $25 (baby)/$35 (lap)/$40 (adult) Creators Notes: I'm willing to make as many hats and scarves as folks are willing to buy, just let me know what you'd like.

•User Name: mwitczak What I'm offering: (1) one-of-a-kind metal stamped SPN keychain with detachable charms Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in mwitczak’s offer listing) Minimum bid: $30 Creator’s Notes: ***PLEASE NOTE***: winner also agrees to pay shipping via PayPal (shipping from Toronto, Ontario, Canada)

•User Name: mwitczak What I'm offering: (1) one-of-a-kind metal stamped SPN earrings Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in mwitczak’s offer listing) Minimum bid: $10 Creator’s Notes: ***PLEASE NOTE***: winner also agrees to pay shipping via PayPal (shipping from Toronto, Ontario, Canada)

•User Name: mwitczak What I'm offering: (1) one-of-a-kind metal stamped SPN charm as shown Samples of my work: (samples are given on the auction page in mwitczak’s offer listing) Minimum bid: $5 Creator’s Notes: ***PLEASE NOTE***: winner also agrees to pay shipping via PayPal (shipping from Toronto, Ontario, Canada)

•User Name: FangasmSPN What I'm offering: A copy of Family Don't End with Blood, autographed by Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. Autographs will be obtained at New Jersey Con so shipping will be after that. Sample of work:“Family Don’t End with Blood” Minimum bid: $50

•User Name: kelios What I'm offering: handmade soaps--SPN themed and non-SPN themed Samples of my work: tba Minimum bid: $10 minimum order, please. $5 for 3-4 ounce bars $1 for single use/insert soaps Creators Notes: This is a repost--the previous offer was taken, but I'm willing to offer as many of these as people are interested in buying. (I’m not sure which offer they mean)

•User Name: celli on AO3, DW, Twitter What I'm offering: small cross-stitch of a superhero/ine or space character. Samples of my work: Recent project: Twitter Fandoms: Marvel, DC, Star Trek, general space. Ask for specific characters! Minimum bid:$10

•User Name: Firesign10 What I'm offering: (2) necklaces, each sold separately. Shipping within Continental USA. 1) 22 1/2" Orange optic beads with antiqued silver barrel beads with sunburst-style pendant, barrel clasp (image on offer listing) 2) 21 1/2" Black beads with clear faceted and carved-look silver tube beads, with silvertone pendant, barrel clasp (image on offer listing) Minimum Bid: Each necklace has an opening bid of $15. Please specify which one you are bidding on.

•User Name: firesign10 What I'm offering: 2 pairs of earrings, sold separately. Shipping within continental USA 1) Silvertone Indian-style body with 5 dangles of black beads. Fishhook for pierced ears. $8 (image on offer listing) 2) Silvertone filigree-style body with 7 dangles of iridescent purple-blue beads. Fishhook for pierced ears. $8 (image on offer listing)

•User Name: tjs_whatnot What I'm offering: Reusable/food safe bags for snacks/sandwiches and whatnot Samples of my work: (images on offer listing) Fandoms: Basically any fandom big enough to have fabric ;) Likes: n/a Squicks/Dislikes: n/a Minimum bid: $10 will get you one sandwich or 2 snack bags. For every 10 of the winning bid I'll add extra geeky bags and whatnot. If bidding goes over $50, I'll pay for shipping as well.

•User Name: Firesign10 What I'm offering: 3 pairs of pierced earrings, SOLD SEPARATELY Picutures & Descrip: 1. Black stone beads with white markings, pearlescent white accent beads. Fishhook wires. (image on offer listing) 2. Silver metal dragonfly charm with purple barrel bead, purple and silver spacers. Fishhook wires. (image on offer listing) 3. Silver metal hoop with heart motif and light blue bead dangles. Fishhook wires. (image on offer listing) Minimum bid: Dragonfly and Black & White $6.00 each. Blue bead dangles $8.00.

•User Name: honscot What I’m Offering: Sterling silver ring from Scotland, size 5 (or very small size 6) Samples of my work: (image on offer listing but might be locked for non-LJ users) Minimum Bid: $20

•User Name: Firesign10 What I'm offering: 2 necklaces, SOLD SEPARATELY Samples of my work: 1. 21 1/2" necklace with silver metal dragon pendant. Black iridescent round beads, silver metal tube beads, and clear iridescent accent beads. Barrel clasp. 2. 21" Silver metal fairy with sparkly green wings. Clear green barrel beads, scroll silver metal tube beads, silver spacers, barrel clasp. Minimum bid: $20.00 EACH

•User Name: honscot What I’m Offering: Hand painted SPN iPad/tablet cover with zipper. Samples of my work: (image on offer listing but might be locked for non-LJ users) Minimum Bid: $15

•User Name: honscot What I’m Offering: Set of four guitar string bracelets, two with clear crystals, two with crystals which have a rainbow effect. Quite large - would fit a 7-1/2- or probably 8-inch wrist. (They fall off my 7-inch wrist.) Samples of my work: (image on offer listing but might be locked for non-LJ users) Minimum Bid: $10

•User Name: honscot What I’m Offering: Sterling silver bracelet, 7-1/2 inches. The links are chunky, so it fits a 7-inch wrist. Would also fit a smaller wrist, as the toggle clasp will fit into any of the rings. The bracelet has a hammered finish. (It’s very shiny, it’s just hard to take a good picture in my house after dark!) Samples of my work: (image on offer listing but might be locked for non-LJ users) Minimum Bid: $25 (shipping included)

👓📠Beta Services📠👓

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•User Name: gelsey What I'm offering: beta services (thorough spag and commentary up to 30k; negotiable after that) Samples of my work: you can ask trisjellion, enchantedjae, and a lot of people who used to post on the old OWL archive Fandoms: Harry Potter and a variety of other Likes: pretty easy, I'll look over most things Squicks/Dislikes: not fond of underage and I'm not good at hard kink/bdsm stuff Minimum bid: $10

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only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter fifteen: and about forgiveness, we’re both supposed to have exchanged

A/N: hey guys :) here’s the next chapter. some crazy stuff happens in this, so let me know what you think. i’ll be coming out with another request at some point soon, so be on the lookout for that.

description of the story

taglist: @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose , @far-to-many-bands , @absolute-randomness-forever

trigger warning: cursing

word count: 2200

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After talking to Casey for over an hour about Colby and Brennen, I finally went to my room. Removing my dress from the other night and changing into pjs, I scrolled through my phone again out of boredom. I was gaining a lot of followers and subscribers, my dms were filled to the max, and people were tagging me in everything.

This is all a bit overwhelming.

I clicked on my username on insta and went down to my secret account: my Sam and Colby fan account. No one knew of golbrockloves, mostly because I never talked about it. I especially haven't brought it up to Colby.

How do you tell the guy you made out with that you have an instagram dedicated to him and his best friend without looking creepy? Exactly.

I slid down my feed, only to be met with pictures and videos of me. One video was a screen recording of my snapchat from yesterday, me and Colby in the store.

Why does that feel like such a long time ago?

The next couple pictures were from people's stories: screenshots of me and Colby dancing together, me and Colby next to each other in the kitchen, me and Brennen.

I bit my lip anxiously as I clicked on the comments. They weren't exactly bad, but they weren't great.

snc3lifee who the fck is she?????

samnccolbby her @ is skyebennett

lovely_sncc is she dating colby or brennen?

saramcc OMG COLBY AND HER ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER

solby5vr she better stay away from colby!! HES MINE!!!!

dolansnc why can't colby stand next to a girl without everyone shipping her with him? jesus christ this fandom

It was strange to see fans talk about me, as if they didn't know I would see what they were saying. Maybe having this fan account was a good thing: I could see how they all honestly thought about me without anyone knowing.

After reading more and more comments, I could tell most believed me and Colby were together. Or maybe me and Brennen. No one was certain. All they knew was that I was close to both. A lot of fans kept saying that I wasn't dating either one of them and that I was just friends.

While still lurking around on insta, I got a bunch of notifications from my personal account. I switched over to it to see I was tagged in multiple snippets of videos. Clicking on the it, I saw the face of Travis Marcus. He had uploaded a new video to his channel, titled "my truth".

Oh God...

I went to youtube and saw his video was slowly starting to trend. I clicked play and sat down on my bed.

Travis sighed, glancing up at the camera. "Hey guys, it's your boy Travis. Um, I have a lot to get off my chest right now. I'm sorry my energy isn't as high as it usually is. But, I needed to set the record straight. There is a lot of shitty things going around about me lately and I wanted to clear the air and tell you the truth."

"Skye, did you see-" Casey stated, dashing into my room. She stopped when she saw my phone in my hand. We both stood there watching Travis.

"So, as you guys know, I was recently accused of doing something terrible... of bullying another youtuber. I won't say her name because she doesn't deserve any more hate... or clout." His lips twitched, trying to cover up a smirk.

"As if he didn't tag you in the fucking video. Fucking asshat." Casey mumbled.

"One of her friends, Brennen Taylor, an old viner, tweeted that I made fun of her at a party recently. I just wanted to say that this is completely false. What actually happened was that I introduced myself to her. She claimed she was a huge fan and that she wanted to… get with me." Travis nodded his head uncomfortably.

What the fuck.

He continued. “I declined because she was extremely intoxicated. She then proceeded to get upset with me, made a huge scene, got kicked out of the party, and then I can only assume went to Brennen. He was also really drunk, which is why he tweeted in the first place.”

Casey gasped. “Are you kidding me? I'm gonna kill h-”

I hushed her, my eyes never leaving the screen.

“I have footage from that night, because I vlogged it. However, the audio got fucked up so I'm sorry for how muffled it is.” He admitted.

The screen changed to the night of the party. I saw myself standing in front of Travis, talking to him. The audio was complete garbage, low and muffled. I glanced over at the camera, only a moment later Travis nodded at it, smirking. Something I didn't see at the time. My face contorts for a second, he shrugs, and I shake my head, leaving immediately afterwards.

“Now, does that look like I was making fun of her? No. I would never do that. She was upset because I respectfully told her I didn't want to get with her after all her advances. She literally tried later that night to dance up on me, but I just wasn't into her. After I filmed this, she got kicked out for trying to hook up with another youtuber. I think she's desperate for views and just wants more followers.” He declared.

“So, don't give her that attention. And, don't send her hate guys. I wish her and Brennen the best honestly. Sorry this video is so short, I needed to get this off my chest. I hope you all can understand. Peace.” He threw up a peace sign, and then pushed his hand into the lens of the camera, the video fading to black.

Stunned silence fell over the room. Neither one of us could speak.

“Is this real life? I kinda feel like I've had this nightmare before.” I whispered.

“He can't be serious. Does he really think he can get away with this?” Casey shook with rage.

“Why wouldn't he be able to? He has almost a million followers. I just passed 2,000, if I haven't already lost all of them.” My voice faltered.

“I'm gonna call Brennen and see if he can help.” Casey left quickly, pulling out her phone.

I laid my back against my bed, closing my eyes. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to slow down my heart-rate.

That's it.

I sat up quickly. I went over to my desk and pulled out my camera. Setting it up on my tripod, I got comfortable in my chair.

I sighed deeply, then turned my camera on

"Hi everyone. I didn't think this amount of drama would happen to me so soon in my youtube career, yet here we are." I joked.

"I'm sorry if this video is a little all over the place. I'm not editing it. I'm just gonna post it as is.” I clapped my hands together, trying to stop their shaking.

I cleared my throat. “If you don't know, I'm the girl Travis Marcus made fun of. Or he claims he didn't make fun of. I need you all to know that he is lying. I'm not sure why when he could easily just admit he fucked up and apologize. Instead, he did this.”

“I want to tell you guys what actually happened that night…” I stated, looking directly at the camera.

I began to explain that party in detail: how Travis came up to me, how he flirted with me, only for him to make fun of my appearance and film it. I then went on to explain how I left the party because of him ruining my night, only to be told a couple hours later that he got kicked out of the party because he started a fight with Sam, Colby, and Brennen by throwing his drink on Kat.

"I have four witnesses, plus my best friend. And Big Nik's security team could easily corroborate my story. On top of all that, I have this."

I grabbed my phone, pulled open my dms on twitter, and found Travis' message to me. I showed the message to the camera, letting it focus on his words.

Travis: please tell Brennen to take down the tweets. Things are getting out of hand. I apologize for what I said.

"Why would you apologize for something that you didn't do? All of this could have been avoided if you wouldn't have made fun of me. I get you're 'famous' and have the ego the size of a tractor-trailer, but that doesn't mean you get to make fun of random people because they don't fit into what you think is attractive. Be nicer. Be kind. And stop lying to make yourself look good."

I reached over and turned off my camera. I paused, my breath hitching in my throat for a moment.

Holy fuck, did I just film that?

/ / / /

I felt cozy surface beneath me tremble slightly. Three times in a row. I opened my eyes, glancing around my dark room.

Was all of that a dream?

I slid my hand over my bed, finding the item that was vibrating. I turned it over, my eyes closing instantly from the bright light. Squinting, I saw messages from all different people. But the most recent made me smile softly.

Colby: are you up to talk?

I shuffled my body upwards, leaning over and turning my light on. I gazed over at my sleeping laptop, my camera still plugged in. The memories flooded back to me. I uploaded a response to Travis, and instantly fell asleep from anxiety induced exhaustion. I didn't even want to see if anyone supported me or not.

Unlocking my phone, I went to Colby's message immediately.

Skye: just woke up. i'm down to talk.

Moments later, my phone started ringing. I answered it. "Hey Colby."

"Hey. How are you doing?" He asked sweetly.

I chuckled. “I've been better, that's for sure.”

“How long have you been asleep? Everyone's been trying to contact you.” He stated.

I shrugged. “Right after I uploaded the video, I fell asleep. I was just too stressed.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” He apologized.

I held back a smile. “It's okay. I'm alright.”

“So, I guess you don't know what happened.” Colby replied.

“No, what did?” I questioned.

“Travis deleted his video.” He deadpanned.

I sat up quickly. “Wait what?”

“Well, after you posted yours, Brennen and I talked to Big Nik and we found out from him that his friend John was recording a snapchat during the fight that occurred with all of us in it. It shows Travis getting pulled out of the party yelling essentially what he said to you at everyone.” He informed me, continuing. “He cussed and screamed while he got kicked out, and John sent the video to Messy Monday, and they uploaded it to twitter. It's been trending for the past couple hours.”

“Holy shit. So, the snapchat proved me right?” I muttered.

“Yep. Travis took down his video. He's been radio silent since.” He laughed.

“He probably left a few choice words for me.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“If he did, let me know. I got some unfinished business with him.” Colby joked, causing me to let out a laugh. “Besides, before he deleted his video, Sam, me, Kat, and Brennen all came out on twitter and said that you were right. On top of that, apparently a thread was created of how rude Travis has been to fans. So... he's kinda done for.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that. He'll be back in less than a month.” I scoffed, pulling my blanket closer to me.

“Well, even if he does come back, everyone will know you were right.” He reassured.

I picked at my blanket. “Tell that to his fans.”

“Enough about Travis. Is there anything I can do to get your mind off of him?” He requested.

I sighed. “Like what?”

“Go out with me.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“What?” I choked.

“Go out with me. Where ever you want to go, I'll take you there.” Colby promised.

“When are you taking me out?”

“How about tomorrow? Say eight P.M?”

A smile rose to my lips. “Okay... that sounds good.”

“Where do you want to go?” He inquired.

“If you don't mind it... I kinda want to stay in for a bit. Hide away from the world. Maybe you could come here? We could order take out and watch some movies. And cuddle?” I bit my lip nervously.

He agreed happily. “That sounds fantastic.”

“Good. I can't wait.” I beamed.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” He mumbled, yawning.

I shook my head. “No. Besides, you sound like you need to go to sleep.”

“I'll stay up if you want me to.” He admitted.

“No. No, I'm okay really. You should get some sleep.” I declared.

“Alright. I'll see you tomorrow.” He responded.

“It's a date.” I smiled.

“Goodnight, Skye.” He whispered.

I giggled quietly. “Goodnight, Colby.”

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