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hollyseb · 4 months

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BARTENDER (PART 2)

You need to make ends meet. How far are you willing to go?

Mob! Bucky x reader

Part 1 can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/737816177450041344/bartender-part-1

AN; thank you for all the love on part 1!

Warnings: drinking, gun violence, references to the mob, blood, MINORS DNI

Summary; bartending for an elite club to make ends meet. you don’t realise you’ve stumbled into the lair of Bucky Barnes.

He paid for my fee? What the fuck?

Now you knew something was up. First the staring, and now this. Your head was reeling with questions as you made your way inside your apartment, gently closing the door. He is just taking care of one of his employees.

Slipping into your pajamas and flicking the kettle on, you decided to attempt to unwind from your night. Everything was fine until this man decided to act all unpredictable.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky couldn’t be any more pleased that you had accepted a ride from one of his drivers. You hadn’t questioned how the driver had started heading in the direction of your apartment block before you had revealed your address. He hoped you were flattered by the lift.

He wasn’t used to this. To pursuing his women. Most would flock to him, laying down at his feet. Providing nothing but a quick, cheap fuck.

When Bucky had left the club, he instantly headed to his office, shaking Steve off when he suggested he should head home.

“Steve, just leave me”, Bucky sighed as Steve reluctantly let his friend out of his grip. He could see the blaze in Bucky’s eyes, the focus in his upper body. There was no stopping him when he was like this, this drive was how he had risen through the ranks of the mob so ruthlessly.

Bucky sat in his office chair. He’d received your name and address from Sam, and Steve had found your social media sites. He grinned when he told his driver your address, having to hold himself back from scoping out the apartment block, but his grin grew even more when he opened your social media accounts. A couple pictures of you smiling with Nat, one from your graduation, and none with a boyfriend. He wasn’t expecting that.

You were so different. He found himself wondering about you, pondering your past and how you’d come to work at one of his clubs. He wondered if you knew what you were getting yourself in for, the people you were working for. Part of him wanted to tell you to run while you could, to turn your back and never return, but another part of him felt glad. Signing the contract to bartend his club was the perfect entanglement of your lives. He always got what he wanted.

When you arrived at the club the next night, he made sure to request you to serve his drinks.

When Nat told you the news, that he wanted you to deliver his drinks, you felt your face scrunch. Why me? You didn’t want a repeat of yesterday's events, so you told Nat to help you reapply your lipgloss, and attempt to give you some form of a pep talk before you grabbed the tray of five straight whiskeys.

“He wouldn’t ask you to serve his drinks if he didn’t think you were a good server. Now pucker your lips-” Nat explained absentmindedly.

“It’s just so weird. I mean, it was so awkward yesterday”

“Maybe he likes that?” You giggled. No way. Nevertheless, you appreciated Nat’s efforts to calm your nerves.

She continued, “well I know plenty of women would pay to serve him so…”, she elbowed you, referencing his good looks.

“Nat. That just makes it worse! He’s hot and he knows it, and he knows I know it-“, you rambled.

“And maybe he finds you hot”, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at that, as your best friend handed the tray of drinks to you.

Deep breath. He’s just a man. You’ve got this.

Heading up the stairs to the secluded room again, you felt a little shaky. As you drew the curtain back, the same silence fell over the room. It was all the same men from last night, the tall blond one, the dark skinned one, one sitting in a red suit and the long haired brunette.

You spoke first. Surprising yourself at that. “H-hello. I just wanted to thank you for the ride home last night… and also I have five whiskeys.”

The man at the head of the table let out an exhale, shaking his hair away from his face, “it was no problem honey. There will be one waiting outside for you tonight too.”

You were taken aback. A small, but grateful smile gracing your face. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“That’s… really kind of you, thank you. I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

“Ah-ah-ah”, Bucky tsked, standing up from his chair. God, he is massive. So tall. So broad. Your head craned to look up at him. Your stomach was flipping at his comment, “you won’t pay me back for anything”, he grabbed the tray from your hands, fingers brushing yours.

You sent him a smile, opening your mouth to wish him a thank you before leaving. You left the room with your hands shaking.

Bucky was obsessed with the way he made you nervous, and the way your dress cinched your waist. He saw everything. The way your hands shook when he brushed your fingers, the way your eyes lit up when you took in his build, and the way your cheeks flushed when he let his eyes roam your figure. He felt his cock grow hard when he saw that you didn’t spare a glance to any of the other men in the room, just him. You were his. Whether you knew it or not.

You let elation carry you through the rest of the night. You spent the next few hours behind the bar, your eyes trailing to the curtained room far more often than you liked. With watching Nat flirt with the regulars, and poke you in the ribs occasionally, you felt yourself relax into your role.

That was until you heard a popping sound. Repeatedly. And then screaming.

You were paralysed. Deafened by the noise, and then the sight of masked men enclosing the club, shoving guests down, smashing glasses, and shooting their guns into the air.

Panic seized you, gripping you by the throat. Nat pulled you onto the ground harshly, your chin smacking the cold floor behind the bar.

“Just be quiet. It’s okay. They’ll be here for boss, not us”, Nat explained frantically, as if she’d experienced this before. You couldn’t breath, just wheezing in manufactured gasps, eyes wide.

“N-Nat. I’m so scared”, you felt tears pooling in your eyes as the club quietened. You could hear footsteps. Quick ones. People were leaving. You assured yourself that maybe they weren’t trying to hurt anyone.

You could hear the men approaching the bar. Oh my god, this is it. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to stop the scene unfolding before you.

Your whole body seizing up as you felt a hand grab your upper arm, pulling you up, holding your body against theirs. You couldn’t see who it was, and your thoughts ran at a hundred miles-per-hour. As the figure pulled you to your feet, you looked across the bar, Bucky’s associates restraining the men. Sam kicked the gun from one's hand, then pushed him into the ground. Steve had the other backed into a corner, repeatedly pounding him in the jaw.

“Shh, shh, shh. I’ve got you. Let’s go. Come on.” The voice in your ear soothed you. You recognised it as Bucky’s. He brushed your hair from your face and wiped the tears from your cheeks with his rough hand. You could hear him yell something to Steve about grabbing Nat, but the pounding in your ears began to drown him out. He was practically walking for you, your feet barely scraping the floor.

He led you to the car parked outside the back of the club. Sitting you down and pulling the seat belt across your body. He was drinking you in. Looking at your red eyes and swollen lips.

“I am so sorry, honey. I have a… couple of enemies in the city. That will never, ever happen again”, he faltered over his words, carefully picking them.

You were shell shocked. Only able to nod in a fake understanding. What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

“Look, let me take you home”, Bucky brushed a strand of disturbed hair behind your ear, his thumb running across your bottom lip. God you look gorgeous. He was obsessed with your swollen lips and the way you were clinging to him as if he was the weight holding you to reality. He hated the situation, the imposing mob hydra infiltrating his club at a poor attempt to establish fear, but god you looked insane.

He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your palm. He tried to explain, briefly, the situation. He ran a company which focused on the safety of citizens in the city. Some tried to breach that. To bring drugs, disorder and chaos in the city as a quick way to make money. You didn’t need to know all the details, he thought. He knew he was omitting information, making himself out to be the good guy. He’d done things he was ashamed of. Wronged good people. Eliminated the competition. Acted ruthlessly to own the city. But you didn't need to know that.

He was drunk on the way you were shaking in his arms. The power that he had to comfort you. He couldn’t help but smile. An open fire by the enemy mob has done nothing but bring me closer to what I want.

Bucky helped you get out of the car, walking you up to your apartment. Even after everything you’d witnessed, your boss helping you up the stairs to your flat brought you to reality. You didn’t question how he knew which floor and door to stop at.

“I-thank you for walking me back but, you should go now”, you couldn’t meet his eyes. The events of the night were catching up on you. You wanted to call Nat and lay in bed.

The tall man made you look at him, picking up your chin with his forefinger. He turned his head slightly as you locked eyes with him. You were just so gorgeous. He wanted to kiss you. But not like this. Not when you were this shocked. He wanted to make it special. Rose petals and champagne. Not like this. So he made a point to look at your chin, bloodied from hitting the ground earlier.

“At least let me clean this up”, god he was so convincing. You opened your door and let him follow you in. You grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom, telling him to make himself comfortable.

You let him wipe your chin, and gently place a plaster over it. His free hand rubbing circles into your shoulder and the nape of your neck. It was close, sensual even. He felt his cock still at the way you closed your eyes and let your head tilt back when his thumb hit your sensitive spot. He wanted you like this all the time. Relaxed, open, and submissive. You allowed yourself to bask in his touch, and the comfort it brought. You deserve this after the day you’ve had.

“Please, come into my office tomorrow, I can’t have you coming back into work in this state. I need you to feel completely comfortable”, Bucky practically demanded. He wanted to take care of you so badly.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You could confide in him. You could ease yourself back into the club. Unaware of the undertones of comfortable.

“T-thank you Bucky. I’ll be there.” You dropped your eyes and thanked him for the care. He ran his hands down your arms before retreating towards the door. You needed this job, and you needed the money. This situation can’t change that.

You slipped into bed, questioning what exactly you would be doing with your boss tomorrow.

Meanwhile Bucky headed back to the club. There were two masked men in his basement he needed to deal with.

Next part here! https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/738091620032987136/the-bartender-part-3

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lvrsparadise · 9 months

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'JEALOUS' - M.S

Synopsis - She's always liked him.

Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, reader being jealous, Matt n reader being cute, fluff

A/N - Okay. I want to kms because I had originally written out something so beautiful for this. And then I accidently deleted something, and I forgot that if I press control z it ERASES THE WHOLE DAMN THING! So, this is a re-write. Enjoy!

Work was so tiring. I got cut from the floor at 7 instead of 9, when I was supposed to get off, because I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. And not to mention the weird drunk creep who kept asking my co-workers and I, very uncomfortable questions. I sigh as I clock out of the system and grabbing my stuff before saying bye to my co-workers.

I walk out the back to my car. I open the driver door and throw my stuff in the passenger seat. I just sit there and recollect myself before I put the key in the ignition, turning on the car.

Thee drive back to my house was quiet. I didn't have the radio on, I didn't have the windows down. I wasn't even on the phone with anybody. Today was that stressful.

'I'm going to have to ask my maneger for more hours next shift.'

I pull into my driveway and grab my stuff, turning off the car and walking to my front door. I open it and am immediately bombarded by my puppy, Sam, and my cat Mr. Murray.

I set my stuff down on the couch before walking upstairs to my room. I get undressed and hop in the shower. After my very refreshing shower, I throw on some comfier clothes - a pair of pink and black plaid pajama pants, a white tank top, and one of Matt's hoodies he left over.

I flop on my bed with a sigh. I sit up and open my phone, opening my messages app before clicking on Matt's contact. Matt is my brother's best friend. Well, actually, Chris is my brother's best friend, but I learned that they're a package deal. Get one, get all.

1 ring. 2 rings.

"Hey. Everything alright?"

I breathe out a small sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.

"Hey. Yeah, no everything's fine. I've just had a stressful day and I was wondering if we could go for like a drive or something?"

"Yeah, no that's fine. I'll be over in 10."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Always."

That's the last thing I hear before the line goes dead. Knowing he's going to be here in less than 10 minutes, I slip on my converse and head downstairs.

I love on and play with Sam and Mr. Murray for about 5 or 6 minutes before I hear a car pull in my driveway. I instantly recognize it as Matt's car. I grab my wallet, just in case, my keys, and my phone, placing all of them in the pocket of the hoodie. I hear a knock at my door and Sam barks. I yell out his name to get him to stop barking as I open the door.

There he is. Looking perfect as ever. Even in sweats and a hoodie. He's wearing that damn smile. One I return gratefully.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

I close my door behind me as I walk out, locking it as well before I walk over to the passenger side of the car. I get in and so does Matt. He pulls out of my driveway and starts driving around with no destination.

"How was your day? Why was it stressful?" He turns is head towards me as we're at a red light.

"Well, I got cut from the floor early because we were dead, and I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. I also had to work with that one girl I told you about. She made the day ten times worse. And this morning, Sam thought it would be nice to wake me up with a surprise next to my bed." I rest my elbow on the center console, resting my chin on my hand as I look out the window.

"Yikes." I hear him say as the light finally turns green and we start driving again.

"What about you? Anything fun happen?"

"Chris almost like, broke the ceiling in the warehouse."

"How in the hell?"

"I have no idea; I wasn't around when it happened. But Nick was and he kept making jokes about it reminding Chris that he did it. It was hilarious." He chuckles quietly.

"I bet."

"Oh shit."

"Hmm?" I turn my head towards him, his gaze switching between the road and the dashboard behind the steering wheel.

"I'm almost out of gas. I think I have enough to get us to that 7-11." He jerks his chin towards a 7-11 that's not too far. It's dark out, not many cars are on the road, the gas station seems empty.

He pulls into the gas station, pulling up to a gas pump. He turns the car off after rolling down the windows a little bit. He gets out and walks over to the pump, which is next to me because for some reason, the gas tank is on the right side of his car instead of the left. So, as he fills the tank up, he's also leaning on my window, talking to me.

"Did anything interesting happen in your day though?"

"Um, let's see. Oh, there was this older gentleman who tipped me $25 for being the best server he's had. He was celebrating his anniversary, but he said that his wife had passed away a few years ago. So, every year on their anniversary, he goes out and gets himself a meal. It was so sweet, it almost made me cry."

"Wow. That does sound swe-"

He's cut off by a girl walking up to him, looking to be around our ages, maybe a year or so older. She's talking with hi and flirting with him. I feel my blood run cold with jealousy at the realization she's flirting. Matt's hand is like holding onto the window, his hand partially in the car. I take advantage of that and I somewhat intwine our fingers, my own mindlessly playing with his.

Either she can't see me through the somewhat tinted windows, or is openly ignoring my presence, she asks him out to dinner. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine back. I hear him say 'Oh, I can't sorry. My girl is in the car' and my heart skips a beat. Multiple beats actually.

He finishes filling most of his tank and pays before walking over to the driver's side as quick as he can speed walk without running. He turns the car on at lightning speed. He starts to drive off to my house.

The drive is silent. Other than the really quiet hum f whatever is on the radio, there is not a peep coming from either of us.

About halfway through the drive back to my house, he reaches his right hand over the center console and grabs my left hand, interlocking our hands before resting them on his thigh. My chest is filled with butterflies. My head is empty. I feel my face heat up as I turn to look out the window next to me.

We pull up to my house. As soon as he puts the car in park, I'm out the car and making a b-line for my front door, unlocking it in record time. I didn't realize Matt was hot on my heels until I turn to close the front door, his hand stopping it. I sigh in defeat knowing I won't win. He pushes the door open and then walks in, closing it behind him.

"Were you jealous?"

"What? I have no Idea what you're talking about Matt." I place my wallet and keys on a table I have next to the door for that reason. Of course, I was jealous, but I would never admit it out loud. Especially to the guy I was getting jealous about.

He shakes his head and crosses his arms "Wrong. Were you jealous?"

I roll my eyes slightly "Matt- I don't get why you're asking me this. It would be the same if it were me-"

"No, it wouldn't."

"Wha-"

"A guy touches you? Jealous. A guy flirts with you? Jealous. Takes you on a date? Kisses you? I'm jealous. I'm jealous as hell. How have you not known? I'm not very secretive about it at all. Now I'm going to ask you one last time. Were you jealous?" His voice, despite being stern and angry, it still is soft and kind.

I sigh in defeat, crossing my own arms, mirroring his pose. "Yeah. I was. I was very jealous."

There is nothing said after that. And there doesn't need to be. Next thing I know, I'm being softly pinned against the wall and Matt's hands are on me. One on my cheek and the other on my waist. I try to look at the hand on my waist but the hand on my face makes me look into his eyes. He doesn't say much, but words aren't necessary right now. He leans in and kisses me.

The kiss is soft, tender, sweet, and everything a hopeless romantic like myself could ever want. I entangle my hands in his hair, closing whatever space was between us.

After what felt like hours, but was really 20 seconds, we pull back for air. Both of us are panting.

"I'm taking you out Friday. 6:00. I pick you up, with flowers, take you to dinner, then I take you to a 7:00 movie, then we walk on the beach before I take you back home and kiss you goodnight. How does that sound?"

Although my eyes are still closed, I hear the smile in his voice, and at his words I can't hold back a smile of my own. I open my eyes and look into his beautiful blue ones that look like they're the ocean. I swear I get lost in them for a few seconds before replying.

"That sounds perfect."

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hawkeyetrained · 1 month

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All Over Him

Dean Winchester x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: language (like 1 i think), mention of blood and cuts, stitches

Summary: The boys come back from a hunt injured. Dean gets a little jealous when Sam gets the attention first.

Word Count: 853

Sam, Dean, and I were working a small salt and burn case in a town about three hours from the bunker. “Something easy.” Dean had said when we packed up to go. I was in charge of research this time, needing more time off from hunting due to a messed-up shoulder I got on the last case. Long story short, the witch was stronger than we thought, and I was thrown through a wall, my shoulder taking the entire hit. Dean instantly benched me until I could work without wincing from pain, leading to my curled-up position on the motel bed with the TV on and some random movie playing, even though I was reading my own book, relaxing in my pajamas with one of Dean’s flannels wrapped around me and rolled up to my elbows.

So, when the front door slammed open and two mountains of men came barreling in, both bleeding but one far worse than the other, I was on my feet. “The hell happened?” I half yelled, shutting the door, and throwing my hair into a bun in order to help my boys.

“Damn ghost got the jump on Sam. Took a shard of glass to the shoulder, got hit a few times.” Dean dropped his baby brother onto his bed as I grabbed the first aid kit from my bag.

“Go take a shower so I can see your cuts, De.” I told him, already starting to work on helping Sam. I sat myself beside Sam, pulling his shirt down in order to see the cut on his shoulder from the glass. “Damn Sammy. You’re gonna need stitches.” I quickly grabbed the needle and thread before handing Sam the whisky bottle from the bedside table. “Gonna need it.” Sam took a large swig from the bottle then handed it back, allowing me to pour a little on the wound to clean it.

Sam hissed in pain and his fingers twisted into the back of Dean’s shirt I was wearing. I started the stitching and made sure to be as careful and gentle as possible, keeping the stitches straight and even like my mother had taught me years ago. Dean had come out of the bathroom around the time I had moved to cleaning the cuts on Sam’s face. The older Winchester got dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a simple grey shirt. He had a glare in his eyes that was directed to his little brother and that he didn’t have when they came in.

“Ok.” I finished cleaning the last cut and picked up my trash, being careful to keep all the little pieces of glass in the tissues. “You’re good to go. Be careful with those stitches so you don’t rip one.”

“Thanks.” Sam released his hold on my shirt before he stood and took off for the bathroom to shower. I tossed my trash away then moved over to the other bed with the oldest Winchester laying across from it, favoring one side of his body.

“Dean? Can I look you over?” I asked as I sat down with my supplies.

“Why? You and Sammy looked pretty comfy over there. Sure, you don’t wanna go check on him again?” Dean had a venomous tone to his voice.

“The hell his wrong with you?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. “You never let me check you first. It’s always Sam so I’m used to going to him first. He had glass in his wounds.”

“You didn’t have to be so close to him.” My eyes widened at his words. He was jealous of his little brother. “He didn’t need to be holding you.”

I took this time to gently toss a leg over his hips and sit in his lap. “Dean, baby? Sammy is like the big brother I never had. He was hurting and needed something to ground him.” My hands slid up his chest as I spoke, drawing a sigh from his lips. “Can I check your wounds now?” Dean nodded ever so slightly.

I repeated the process with Dean, getting him to sit and take a drink of whiskey to mask some of the pain that will come from cleaning his wounds. He didn’t let me move more than a few inches in order to get supplies, keeping me in his lap as I cleaned his cuts along his face and then checked the ribs he had been holding. “So, what’s the diagnosis doc? Will I live?” Dean asked as I finally packed away my things.

A smile crossed my lips. “Eh, there’s a possibility, but that all depends.”

“On what?” Dean played along.

“On if you take me out to breakfast tomorrow morning, just you and me.” Dean pulled me down to lay with my head on his chest and his arms around my hips, the blanket resting just above our legs.

“Of course.” He placed a long kiss to my head as Sam re-entered and flicked the lights off for bed. “Love you.”

“Love you too, De.” I snuggled into his side further as sleep engulfed me.

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belovedwhore · 1 year

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pretty boy pt 2

ethan landry x reader

warnings: little bit of plot, smut obv, fingering, “dry” humping, ethan lowkey sub

notes: here’s a part 2, it’s high key shit but imma post it anyways, this will prolly be a series of the reader basically hooking up with ethan since he’s all virgin and innocent etc so they’ll always be smut and sex eventually, just building up to it

as always lmk if you like it and if there’s anything else you’d like me to write abt ethan i am open to prompt suggestions

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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after successfully sneaking out of the room and rejoining the others you all left the party. strolling on the sidewalk alongside chad and mindy you realized that sam, tara’s sister, had joined our group during some point in the night and her and tara were screaming at each other at this moment. the argument got cut short as a group of girls walked by sam, one throwing her drink on her along with a string of rude, degrading remarks regarding her theorized part in the woodsboro murders. time to go fucking home you thought. after what felt like forever you guys arrived to the apartment where you all decided to sleep. mindy and anika were sleeping on the couch together and sam was gonna room with their roommate quinn, leaving you and tara in her bedroom and chad and ethan in sam’s. as the two of you went into the room to change into comfier clothes you filled her in our the events of your nights.

“wait you’re telling me the whole time you were gone you were hooking up with ethan,” tara asked truly shocked.

“yes i’m just as surprised as you are,” you laughed pulling on the sleeveless white crop top to go with your pink pajama shorts.

“and i also have a favor to ask t.”

“oh god what is it,” she answered curiously.

“will you share a bed with chad so i can share one with ethan please please pleaseeee,” you begged playfully on your knees, “cmon i know you’ve liked chad for a while now now’s your chance.”

“oh yea like this is about me and not your desperate desire for dick.”

“hey the heart wants what it wants,” you shrugged.

“fine. go over to sams room and send chad over and please try not to be loud,” she gave in.

“thank you thank you thank youuuuu,” you exclaimed pulling your friend into a hug.

“yea yea get outta here sex demon,” she playfully shoved you off.

you left tara’s room and crossed the hall, letting yourself into sam’s room as you flung the door open to find the two boys sitting on the bed together.

“bye chad you’re sleeping in tara’s room,” you smiled waving goodbye.

“huh” he questioned.

ethan simply looked at you dumbfounded.

“you heard me the first time now love you bye,” you chirped as you held out the door for him.

“yea fuck you,” he chirped back leaving while flicking you off.

after he left you closed the door, locked it, and jumped into bed alongside ethan who was already bright red blushing.

“hey pretty boy.”

“h-hi.”

he was still nervous around you as if you didn’t cum all over his fingers and he didn’t cum all over your stomach.

“you don’t have to be so shaky you know, i think we’re past all that after tonight,” you said, “are you like this everytime you hookup with someone?”

“I’ve never hooked up with anyone before” he whispered almost to hide the fact.

“no way, you’re ripped and hot and your fingers work pretty good for someone who doesn’t get with other girls,” you inquired.

“tonight was my first type of anything, i’ve never had a,” he says hushed, “handjob before.”

“huh no wonder you came so much,” you spoke aloud.

“shhhh they might hear you,” he pleaded.

you climbed slightly on his chest, bringing your face to his now red with shyness, “you’re cute when you’re embarrassed, of course there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. i liked tonight.”

you kissed him passionately, slow while your lips molded together and this time his tongue parted your lips to enter into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, for someone who’s never hooked up with anyone he was good. you felt ethan’s hands travel to the curve of your ass, massaging the skin as you could feel his growing member underneath your body. you traced his abs with your hand, running through the ridges and toying with his waistband. you felt his hips buck under your touch and the size of his dick was so enticing but you didn’t want to have sex with him now you wanted to show him other things.

you broke away from the kiss, looking at his big brown eyes licking your lips, “i wanna try something with you.”

you turned over so you were facing the wall and you could practically hear ethan’s confusion, not hearing his side of the bed shift.

“ethan c’mere right up behind me i’m sure you know how to cuddle someone,” you teased.

“oh yeah yeah i knew that,” he rambled while shifting closer to you in the center of the bed.

you felt him getting closer the closer until he stopped still an inch of two away. you backed up until your back was flushed against his own. you turned back and kissed him at the slightly awkward angle. as your lips were intertwined you brought his arm over your body and into your panties. you squirmed at the feeling of his fingers near you cunt once again as he shuddered from the feeling of touching your cunt again. breaking the kiss you looked down at the two hands massaging your mound,

“look ethan,” you whispered, “you gotta look.”

he obeyed your command as you felt his head next to yours as he assumed the same view as you. you guided his hand through your pussy, gliding through the folds as you grew wetter and around your clit as it grew swollen. wanting to leave him on his own you withdrew your hand and asked him, “do you wanna play with my pussy or should we just go to sleep.”

your dirty words really took a toll on his composure. he groaned in your ear hearing you words nodding against your skin.

“you have to say it ethan,” you turned breathless as he was still massaging your clit, “can’t hear you.”

“wanna-,” he whispered, “play with your pussy.”

“good-,” you began to speak but were interrupted by a gasp as his fingers entered your cunt suddenly.

he fingered you rapidly, his knuckles hitting the base of your cunt with his fingers curling to repeatedly press on your bundle of nerves. with every pound into your cunt you felt ethan’s length pressed against your ass, moved to the same rhythm as his fingers trying to relieve some pressure.

“slo-slow down, just a minute” you cooed into his ear.

“i can feel your dick rubbing against my ass,” you teased as you grinded on his strained length.

he grunted at the pressured contact finding him continuing the movements while you grinded on him.

“there you go, now you speed up, i speed up ok, at your pace.”

you felt him nod behind you, his head against your back as you helped him relieve pressure in his cock. you felt him beginning to work his fingers inside you again, slowly building up speed, so you picked up speed grinding harder and faster onto his dick. the two of you moaned and panted as the other pleasured you, fingers ramming into your cunt and your ass working his clothed cock in his boxers. you slightly lifted your leg allowing for ethan to hit a whole nother angle, slamming into your pussy at an unfathomed speed you froze and gasped as your climax quickly approached.

“oh my- ethan fuck-,” and just as the words left your mouth your orgasm completely ripped through you, shooting your release onto his fingers and inside your panties as you clenched around his fingers inside of you. you were breathless unable to let out a string of profanities only saying ethan’s name as you came shamelessly.

you turned over quickly kissing him passionately as you climbed onto his lap sitting right in top of his length, still sensitive from your orgasm you began to move forward and backwards on his crotch. his dick sat in between your fabric covered lips but it was enough for him to shake under your touch. he moaned as you ran over the length of his cock with your cunt, squirming above him as you were reaching another high of your own. you placed his hands on your hips, using them to guide your pace,

“use me pretty boy,” you urged, removing your hands from atop his own.

you felt his grip tighten on your hips and he began using his hands on your hips, moving you forwards and backwards. he grunted and bucked his hips up as your pussy worked his cock. seeing you on top of him, moaning as you aided him in his release and got yourself off was enough to make him cum right then and there. he started to move you faster on his lap, approaching his own orgasm. you could feel his dick twitching under you, sure to spill out a load very soon,

“i’m so close,” he grunted, now moving your hips fast over his cock, “i’m gonna-“

“wait,” you interrupted, “i-i’m almost there hold it, for me please.”

“i don’t- i can’t ,” he strained, eyes screwed shut.

you leaned down and pressed a quick, lingering kiss to his lips and moaned, “cmon pretty boy, for me.”

sitting back up he viciously nodded under you, his dick straining by the second as you worked for your own release. he whimpered under you, feeling the effects of withholding his orgasm. lucky for him you finally got closer and closer as your movements sloppied and you became a moaning mess.

“i’m- oh fuck,” you told him as you felt your second orgasm hit you like a truck.

“fuck me,” ethan nearly shouted, letting out a grunt as he came hard under you.

you squirmed on his lap as he convulsed beneath you, gripping your hips and holding you in place, continuing applied pressure to his cock while he orgasmed. he shook beneath you, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. after settling down he opened his eyes finally, still panting heavily after his intense orgasm. you climbed off his lap and lay beside him watching as he calmed down.

“you’re amazing,” he told you breathlessly, “just amazing.”

“and you’re still so pretty when you cum,” you smiled.

“shhh,” he shushed.

“oh please,” you scoffed as you hit him with a throw pillow.

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream fanfic #smut #scream #ethan landry x reader #ghostface

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geigercounterfordumbasses · 10 months

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“average person dies 24 times a lifetime” factoid actually just statistical error. average person dies 1 time a lifetime. Pajama Sam, who is repeatedly cloned and then ruthlessly executed by streamer for becoming “too incoherent,” is an outlier and should not have been counted.

#dougdoug

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leonideez · 9 months

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Redacted Audio headcannons i have

(mostly tank)

1. Tank and David lost their virginity to each other just because they both found each other attractive and didn’t want to seek out a partner. it was a one time thing and they aren’t ashamed about it

2. Sweetheart and Thank dated in highschool

3. Tank didn’t have a good home life so they bounced around Milo & David’s house to sleep.

4. Sam went to Vincent for relationship advice

5. Gabe and William met for coffee occasionally

6. The werewolves will sometimes chase their tails

7. Asher got scared by a cucumber when he was younger

8. Angel and Babe were friends before they met their mates

9. Angel is a latent fire elemental (theory)

10. Damien went to Gavin for help accepting his crush on Huxley

11. Tank, Angel, Babe, Lovely, and Sweetheart have “gossip nights” where they drink, and shit talk while in matching pajamas.

12. Once Vincent introduced Lovely to Tank they became good friends therefore Tank introduced Lovely to the mates

13. Everyone in the pack has had a crush on or found tank attractive at some point

i’m done, tell me if you want more

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted sweetheart #redacted tank #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted lasko #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted angel #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin

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thetravelingtyper · 2 months

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On The Same Page pt2 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

After a recurring nightmare, you and Sam decide to open the shop early...only to have an early arriving customer.

Part 1, part 3

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had

The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams

Weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seemed

My love, when you dream them up

You awoke with a jolt at your alarm, the cursed song striking once more before you could silence your phone. As you sit up the irony is not lost on you. Your dreams of late had been haunted by the caricature of your ex, some cartoon evil laugh chasing with the constant ringing of your phone. The dreams always ended the same, except for this last night:

He was upon you in a moment, clawed hand reaching up your leg. You kick and kick but the words never escape your sewn mouth. The words of your ex-coworker swarm you like angry flies, bold and ugly.

“Disgraceful”

“Stepped over for the CEO’s daughter”

“They were shoddy anyway…”

The voices all fade into your ex’s final words to you: “I never loved you anyway.”

That crushed your heart into ash and scattered it into the indifferent winds. But before he could drag you back, a shape formed in your conscience. Heavy boot steps silence the laughter and a large figure passes in your peripheral vision. In the haze of your dream, he passes the shelves, the bookstore emerging from the darkness to surround your ex and the harpies.

Your panic slows in the familiar setting and with a kick you send your ex stumbling backward. Turning your face up from the hardwood floor you look towards the figure as the haze clears. It's a man, tall and in black, just browsing but something draws your eye. And as you feel yourself awaken his eyes, hardwood and honey, meet yours.

You hear shuffling before there is a knock on your door. You call him in and Sam’s head pops in. Green eyes hidden behind black curls meet yours and he pauses upon seeing your slouched shoulders.

“Nightmare again?” He kicks a pair of jeans aside and enters your room.

You stand, make your bed swiftly, and turn to address him in the glory of your Rainbow Fish Pajamas.

“Yeah, except there was a man this-”

“You got Soap on the brain again?” It comes out immediately and you flush before rushing forward to hit your older brother figure. He was and wasn't wrong. In the following weeks after Soap’s initial visit you found yourself developing a steady friendship with the Scot, who insisted on dropping in every other day. It started with recommendations but quickly turned into shared tea over book conversations. You learned a little about him in the meantime, finding out he worked as a bartender literally down the street from your little shop. The convenience of his closeness and his ease of personality found you a fast and steady friend.

“-despite your obvious stupidity, no I do not like him!” You huffed, and it was true! Soap was handsome but in truth, you believed that one he was in a relationship and second he was better as a prospective friend.

Sam grins, dodging your poor attempt to smack him as he spins out of your room,

“He is hot though, poor lad probably gets hit on every shift. Remember we promised to visit on Saturday night! Come on let's open up the store early. I have a good feeling about today!” And with a clap of his hands for you to hurry he closes your door, exiting down the hall towards the kitchen. In a moment you can hear him lighting the stove to make breakfast.

In the resulting silence, you dress yourself, passing a reflection of yourself in the mirror and choosing to ignore it. Your laptop sits beside your current project: A Smith Corona Corsair, one of the few possessions you had brought with you. The typewriter was the start of your writing career and you kept it well-tuned for work.

You run a soft hand over its polished ivory keys. The mint blue of the case had a few scratches but was mostly worn from love. You remember as a child hammering on the keys, which graduated into a curiosity for mechanical machines and writing. The stone kept tumbling after you finished your Master’s in English and first stepped into the editing business. In the topsy-turvy world you found yourself in a comfortable position as an editor for a company, a year in deciding to write your books and the rest was history.

You close the typewriter and quickly change into a manageable but comfy outfit then head out into the hall. Closing your door, you head down the hallway of your small flat, passing photos from back home with Sam. Taking a right you pass into the open concept of the apartment (Sam’s room was straight across the hall from yours). You pad softly on the carpet, stepping onto the rug and into the kitchen where Sam is making breakfast. He flips a pancake as bacon sizzles on the griddle. Running a hand to his shoulder you lean over to see how it was coming, sufficiently satisfied at his improving cooking skills.

“You are learning well”

“I get it from the best” he replies pulling you in for a small hug and a kiss to the side of your head. He releases you at the ding of 8 am on the clock.

“You want breakfast up here?” You hover over the cabinet of plates, proceeding to pull two out for the food with silverware following.

“Nah, let's just open shop, I'll eat in the sitting area before cleaning the book return. Can you take the counter today?”

You nod and shift aside so he can plate the food. The Ghibli style meal looks filling and you sigh, you go to take a swipe at the fresh pancakes but Sam dances aside.

“Wait till we’re downstairs.” He follows it up by gathering the silverware and heading towards the stairs. You pout and go to open the door for him and proceed to follow him down the hardwood stairs.

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You set up post at the counter by 8:11, a plate of food set aside the stack of holds. Some paperbacks gleam with a glossy finish, while other hardbacks are nice with matte coats. Before your eye moves away you catch the shine of antiqued gold. You gently move the top books aside to grab the fabric-bound hardback: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea by Jules Verne. It looked to be a 50s-60s American release, bound with an inner marbled coat of paper and inlaid with gold foil lettering. The deep aqua of the fabric was barely worn, you wondered if the book had ever been read at all with the great condition it was in. You looked inside the cover for a name but on a a shibu inu shaped sticky note were the initials S.R.

Huh, that's interesting. You ran a hand over the scripting, it wasn't Sam nor your handwriting. You shrug. They must be regular then. You and Sam had a ‘write and set aside’ policy in the store.

It was an unspoken rule amongst the two of you (and the regulars) that if a book turned up on the counter like this, with a name, it was put ‘on hold’. You set the beautiful book aside with a final glance, then turned your attention to breakfast.

After finishing your meal you opened the doors to the bookstore at an early 8:34 am. Turning back to the counter you head over and hook your phone up to the music. You flip through Your Love first then frown, the implications of the song a bit much, next Jessie’s Girl. At Rick Springfield’s voice, you sigh, flashes of the girl your ex dumped, and you turn the song again. Then finally the sweet guitar riff and a beat that puts you on your toes kicks up. From the back of the shelves, Sam's head full of hair pokes out.

“It's been a while since we've had a Bowie day!”

You smile back at him as Modern Love kicks up. You sway from around the corner and flip the sign to open, you turn on the neon sign and turn to go stock the sitting area when there’s an immediate ding of the bell as someone enters. You turn around as Sam calls a Welcome in from the back of the store. The first sight that hits you is a literal wall of a man, then there is the smell of worn leather and pine. You step back with a small oh in surprise.

He wears all black except for a pair of well-fitting jeans and leather boots. As your eyes trace up his tall figure you catch a snug shift with a leather jacket fitted over. Then a black surgical mask and…you freeze. Looking down at you with a slight sense of amusement are eyes the color of darkened honey.

The man from your dream! But in the flesh and oh…

“I am so sorry!” You wave your hand in front of you a little shy to be caught staring.

The man offers no more than a slight nod with amusement dancing in his eyes. He regards you a moment before mentioning in a low voice, rough but soft:

“No worries dove.”

And with that he steps around you, brushing your arm with the slightest touch of leather, and disappears into the books.

You stand for a moment more before a blush runs up your face and a tingle runs down your spine.

Fuck.

END

I love writing this. I am no longer bored in the library thank you to these lovely people (Taglist!)

@ghostlythots

#cod mw2 2022 fanfic #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap and reader #simon riley fluff #fanfiction #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #on the same page

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 1 year

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Chapter 1 - midnight cuddles - Colby Brock x y/n

SUMMARY: this is to chapter one of a Colby x y/n fanfic in this chapter y/n has a bunch of nightmares the night before they are going into the sallie house so she goes to Colby for comfort ( I took small inspiration form Katniss and peeta )

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ fluff , lime at most, nightmares

I wake with a start I have been having had a horrible nightmare I remember demons dragging me back and ripping my skin apart . I’m shaking and crying when I wake up. I get shivers as I think about it. I walk around my hotel room getting water. I try to calm myself down but I can’t and I can’t go back to sleep either. I feel so weak that I haven’t even been in the sallie house yet but I’m having nightmares. I try to go back to sleep for a bit but I’m too scared. I want someone to comfort me.

I was always close with both Sam and Colby that’s why I’m coming on this adventure. But I was close with them in different ways. Sam was like a brother to me whereas Colby….. I’m not sure of my feelings for him. He is a great friend and he is very very attractive. I have a crush on him. With Colby I feel safe. Could this be love? I feel like he protects me, witch he does. More than anyone in our friend group he Protects me the most. Always looking out for me and making sure I’m safe. But I’ve always felt this certain way about him. Like I have this stirring inside for him and only for him. Right now I needed his comfort.

I got of from my bed. I am wearing pajamas pants with stars ✨ on them and a moon 🌙 on the t shirt. I quietly tip toed out of my room closing the door, and into Colby’s hotel room right across from mine. I walked across the hotel floor in my slippers. I hesitated…. Would he be mad at me for waking him up? What if he was asleep? But Colby was never one to get mad at me he was sweet. So I knocked lightly on the door.

I was surprised that he answered. The door opened and the frame of the fit Colby Brock appeared in doorway he leaned against the doorframe you could clearly see his abs and his hair was messy but he didn’t look disheveled at all. He Looked very hot.

“hey you okay?it’s late” he said in a husky voice that caught me off guard “ I’ve been having terrible nightmares I haven’t been able to sleep”

“ come sleep with me then” he said with a smile. He took by the hand and led me into his room closing the door. It was dark in the room but I could see him blushing and so was I. He turned on his bedside lamp and we sat on the bed together.

“ to be honest I couldn’t sleep either” he said “I’m glad you came” he smiled I looked into his eyes we were both blushing. He put his hand on my cheek and pulled me in for a slow passionate kiss. He pulled back though “ I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me I-“ I stopped him by pulling him back and saying “Do you know how long I have been wanting you to do that?” And kissed him even harder these kisses turned into a passionate make out session where Colby rubbed my thighs and gave me hickeys all over even in visable places. They felt so so impossibly good and he was by far the best kisser i have ever met. But we were to tired to do anything else and collapsed into each other’s arms. Colby was now shirtless and had my head rested on his chest, In awe of his abs. “Will you be my girlfriend y/n” he said. “ we’ll considering the fact that I just made out with you I think you know the answer” she smiled As we snuggled we drifted off into a nightmare free sleep. And both y/n and Colby were finally dating their crush.

AUTHORS NOTE

the end of chapter 1 , am going to make into a book and post it all on here please don’t be harsh with me this is my first time ever writing fan fiction and I put a lot of work into this and worked really hard and it took time Ty for reading if you think they are moving too fast then know that both Colby and y/n had a crush on each other for a long time

Also lime means it’s not quite smut but there is kissing and stuff

I worked very hard on this

#sam golbach #sam and colby #colby brock #colby x reader #colby brock x reader #colby brock fic #colby brock imagine #colby brock blurb #colby brock x y/n #xplr #colby brock fluff #x reader #fanfic #colby brock fanfic #snc

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sethsclearwater · 1 year

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request: “hey can i request one where ur super clingy on ur period with seth? im so excited for your writings *sends kisses*”

warnings: none really

notes: super short but cutie

word count: 961

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despite knowing your period would be coming every month, you always managed to be surprised by just how bad it was. you woke up in the middle of the night to some rather awful back pain, cramps, and nausea and immediately worked at getting out of your boyfriend’s cagelike grip when you realized you had just started your period.

when you managed to free yourself from his grip, you quickly made your way into the bathroom and turned the shower on which seth apparently took issue with. he was quick to wake up and come into the bathroom, getting in just a few moments after you had stepped in the shower, “why are you up?” he asked softly, kicking his sweatpants off so he could step in the shower with you, “it’s 3 in the morning.” he added, stepping over to you and pulling you close to his chest.

you sighed, melting into his embrace as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “jus’ got my period and thought the hot water would help.” you murmured and he nodded, running his hands down your back so he could knead the tense muscles in your lower back.

“‘m sorry pretty girl. you should’ve woke me up.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and you nodded, pressing your lips to his shoulder before peeking up at him.

“can we cuddle?” you asked softly and he nodded, smiling at you as he reached behind you to turn the water off. he helped you out of the shower, handing you a towel so both of you could get dried off before you headed back into the bedroom to get a new pair of pajamas on.

“did you take some midol yet?” he asked and you shook your head, taking your pajamas back into the bathroom to grab a pad, “you want some?” he added as he sat back down on the bed.

you shook your head, coming back into the bedroom once you had changed, crawling into his lap so you could wrap yourself around him. he smiled, pressing a kiss to your hair and wrapped his free hand around you, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb, “drink some water then, yea?” he asked softly, setting down the remote once he picked a movie to put on and handed you your bottle of water.

nodding, you unscrewed the lid and took a sip, “do you have patrol tomorrow?” you asked, not particularly interested in having him leave your side anytime soon.

he sighed, nodding, “supposed to be there from 7 to 1.” he said softly and you whimpered, looking up at him anxiously. you usually went too clingy with him but for whatever reason you always felt super emotional about him leaving you during your period. “let me text sam and jake and see if someone else can do it, yea?” he suggested when he noticed your anxiety and you nodded, sighing softly as you set the water bottle back down and wrapped your arms around his neck so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

after a few moments of peace, your cramps intensified a bit which had you leaning off of seth with a soft whimper, “cramps?” seth asked softly, running his hands down your side to rest at your hips. you nodded, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths as you waited for them to calm down a bit.

“can you call sam?” you asked softly, opening your eyes to look at him as your bottom lip warbled, trying not to cry over something as trivial as your boyfriend going to patrol in the morning.

“pretty girl,” seth cooed, his eyes softening when he saw how much you were hurting, “i can call him.” he reassured, “why don’t you lay down and i’ll go call him and get you some tea, yea? that should help with your cramps.” he suggested softly and you nodded, a few stray tears spilling over your waterline.

seth quietly shushed you, gently brushing the stray tears away, “i’ll be right back, okay?” he asked as he grabbed the remote and handed it to you, “why don’t you put something on while i go make some tea for you?” he suggested and you nodded, allowing him to press another kiss to your forehead before he headed into the kitchen.

you quickly settled on a new movie that emily and kim recommended you watch, seth coming back in just a few minutes later with a cup of tea that he set on the side table before getting back under the covers with you, “sam said it’s fine.” he reassured, knowing you’d be asking about him skipping patrol, you smiled softly.

“thank you.” you whispered and he nodded, also giving you a smile.

“anything for my pretty girl.” he cooed, giving you a soft kiss, “what are we watching?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you so his hand could rest on your abdomen, acting as a heating pad of sorts.

you quickly explained that it was some new movie that emily and kim had talked you into and he just laughed, both of you knowing how horrible kim’s recommendation was last time you listened to her.

feeling a bit better and realizing just how late it was, you started to feel sleepy, resting your head on seth’s chest and both of you quickly fell asleep while kim’s horrible movie recommendation played in the background.

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ghostly-hitch-hiker · 1 year

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Puberty Speedrun (pt 1)

For some reason @stealingyourbones ‘s DPxDC Prompt 492 was the one that finally galled me into writing action, but have some aged up Danny! He’s not in Gotham yet, but oh Boy does he end up there (if I actually keep writing, that is). It’s not all that long, but I’m adding a keep reading line anyway.

Chapter 1: Part 1 (you are here!), Part 2, Part 3

He wasn’t sure how it had happened. Perhaps, this is what he gets for taking advantage of Clockwork too much. Maybe it’s just another side effect of slipping in and out of the time stream unaffected for too long (how long has it been anyway? Has he actually lived long enough in those time out moments to have aged this much?) For once, it wasn’t his parents.

Of all the changes he’s been through, this one had been the most peaceful. He’d woken up with his feet sticking off the edge of his childhood bed and his head smushed against the headboard. Pajamas that he’d actually managed to shrug into for once instead of falling into bed fully clothed were far too tight and too torn all of a sudden.

Danny rolled out of bed with a louder than normal thud and struggled to get his too long limbs in order. He rubbed hand up the side of his face and froze when he felt stubble. Oh, Ancients, had he seriously speedrun puberty? Danny’s body finally obeyed him in his mad rush to the bathroom before freezing when he caught his reflection in the mirror.

Damn, that’s a no to speedrunning puberty, then. Or was it really a no? Because the man that looked back at Danny from the mirror definitely wasn’t fifteen. He wasn’t even a teenager. “Fuck,” he muttered, and he shuddered when his voice sounded exactly like Dan’s. Danny blinked, and so did the man in the mirror. He stepped closer, so did his reflection. His shoulders were broad, far broader than his fifteen year old frame had ever given any indication they could be. He was a good six inches or so taller than he had been the previous night, but that still only put him around 5’10”. Probably. (Jazz was already that tall. They’d have to compare heights. Oh Fuck, Jazz. Nope. Not yet. Still processing mirror shenanigans).

He thought he looked how an unghostly Dan might’ve looked, but the longer he stared, the more he could see how too much eau de Vlad had influenced Dan’s appearance. His hair was shortish still, and most importantly, not made of flames, but still the same hair texture it had always been. His eyes were significantly less red and evil looking. They were the same blue as ever, as a human at least, and if he focused on them, he could still pretend he looked fifteen. His nose was larger than it had been, and it looked even more like a cross between his parents than it had before. Rounded ears. Normalish incisors. The dark circles under his eyes still looked like he was a chronic insomniac rather than Dan’s bad eyeliner choices. Rubbing a hand once more along the stubble of his jaw, a jaw that was much more defined than it had been, Danny decided he looked like Danny… just older. Sighing, Danny brushed his bangs out of his eyes and winced as his pajama shirt tore further with the motion.

Alright, mental to do list time: 1. Steal clothes from dad, 2. Call himself out of school, 3. Liquor store (KIDDING, JAZZ!), 4. Actually maybe talk to Jazz about what has happened and also definitely Sam and Tucker, 5. Fight Clockwork and undo the instant aging.

Danny was only fifteen, dammit! He wasn’t ready to be twenty-five!

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If I keep going, the course of events would go as follows. Danny’s parents don’t recognize him, and after fighting talking to Clockwork, it becomes apparent that there isn’t any way to undo this anytime soon—at least, not in Amity Park. So Danny leaves. His parents don’t recognize him, his friends and his sister are almost a full decade younger than him. He doesn’t want to miss out on ten years of life with the people he cares about, so he’d better find some way to undo the aging bs.

The problem with leaving Amity is that everywhere else in the US is a hell of a lot further ahead technologically, so it’s harder to fake an identity than he thought. Sam, Jazz, and Tucker help, but they’re really all teenagers and his new ID really wouldn’t stand up to close scrutiny. So Danny makes his base of operations Gotham. The police don’t care about some slightly wonky paperwork, and neither does his landlord. He’s pretty sure he can stay clear of the bats while he’s in the city anyway (courtesy of ghost powers), and he’ll be spending most of his time around the continental US trying to figure out what the hell even happened to him. It’s as foolproof of a plan as it could be. He totally won’t get into any trouble living in the world’s greatest detective’s hometown!

He does not account for it also being Bruce Wayne and his family’s hometown...

#dp x dc #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #aged up danny #speedrunning puberty #and then some #This is rather short and somehow so drawn out #dc x dp #future batpham ideas

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skeletalheartattack · 2 years

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you have any nostalgia for the humongous entertainment point n click games?

oh definitely!!!! i think ive talked about them in my tags before, but the two i had when i were younger were Pajama Sam 1 and Freddi Fish, though the former definitely had a larger impact for me, it's especially got one of my favourite styles out of all the games

#ask #anon #legit when i think about Limbo or Hell's visuals. i think of pajama sam 1's colours #theyre just such good uses of colours.....#fun fact. i got my copy of pajama sam out of like. a box of fruit snacks or something when i was like 4 #it was like. for school and it was shaped like a schoolbus. idk if it came free with it or was like a Chance to Find or whatever #but thats how i got my copy. though sadly i dont know where it is these days #granted its very easy to emulate. streamed it to friendshow for fun a few months back :)#though my laptop did not enjoy streaming it #i forget how i got freddi fish honestly. but i guess its possible it came with pajama sam?#either that or it just. appeared in my house one day #ive watched brutalmoose play and review the other pajama sams but. i think id always prefer 1 over all the others #its just got Such Vibes....#also pajama sam 1's soundtrack is really good to listen to #hard to say what my favourite scenarios in pajama sam were though #probably the pencil sidestory for the mines now that i think about it #also as a kid i. didnt know about the hallway past the doors of knowledge. the one with the grandfather clock #so like i never knew how to do the segment where you have to latch king with a hook to get the flashlight #or the magnet or potion making room segments #anyway!!!! thank you for the ask!!!!!#really enjoyed seeing this ask in my inbox :)

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sergeantbuckybarnes · 1 year

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you belong with me (part 2) // fred weasley

Summary: You’re stubborn, so when your best friend tries to convince you that Bucky Barnes isn’t the right guy for you, you try to prove him wrong. In the process, you end up in a place you thought only existed in books, where you meet the one.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (eventually)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war,

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @error501beta for proofreading this!

part 1 | main masterlist

Avengers Compound, New York City, USA, 2017

Peter was terrified. The alarms blared as he frantically examined the room for any trace of you. But you weren't there. You'd vanished right in front of his eyes. He knelt down and picked up the wand off the floor, which was undamaged despite the heavy impact.

As if on cue, a furious Tony Stark strode into the room, making Peter feel very small. He snatched the wand from the boy's grasp before turning to examine the other items on the table to see whether Peter had also touched them.

“Mr. Stark, I—” Tony interrupted Peter before he could even begin to explain, refusing to listen to the boy's reasons.

“Go to the living room.”

“But–”

“NOW!”

Peter gulped. He obeyed and quickly left the laboratory, not wanting to aggravate the situation. Wanda, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were already assembled when he entered the living room.

“They must have been awakened by the alarm,” he reasoned.

Peter was not a fan of being the center of attention, so with all eyes on him, he only grew more anxious.

“Peter? What happened?” Your sister was the one who approached him first. She expected you to be with him, but she became concerned when she didn't see you standing next to your best friend. “Where is Y/N?”

Everyone noticed how Peter's expression changed when he heard your name, and they realized something was wrong.

“Where is Y/N, Peter?” Wanda tried to maintain a calm voice, but her emotions overpowered her, causing her to waver.

You were the only thing she had left — you were her younger sister, and something was obviously wrong. The boy's silence was only making matters worse.

Peter watched as Wanda began to lose control, her eyes burning crimson and a spark of red smoke escaping from her palms. Fearful, he took a step back.

Steve grabbed Wanda's shoulder and gave her a reprimanding look. He wanted to know where you were as well, but there was a better way to go about it.

“Alright, kid. You mind telling us what the hell happened there?” Tony Stark walked into the room with his arms folded across his chest and a stern expression on his face.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, Great Britain, 1994

You took a deep breath before entering the Great Hall. No longer dressed in your pajamas but in the Gryffindor uniform issued by Minerva McGonagall.

When the woman had caught you in the corridors, she had noticed something strange about you. And in her office, although you were terrified, she let you speak. When you told her how you got there, she had believed you, much to your surprise.

She and Dumbledore had cautioned you not to use your unusual magic because it could frighten the other students. Nonetheless, with a thrum of your fingers, you conjured a wand, figuring it would come in handy to blend in.

They clearly had no idea how to return you to your universe, but you told them that your friends back home would find a solution, at least you hoped they would. They were the Avengers. And they had Tony Stark. He was a brilliant inventor. A genius, as he liked to call himself. You were sure he had something in the lab that would bring you back home before you knew it.

In the meantime, you had decided to maintain the deception you already told the Golden Trio — you were an Ilvermory exchange student.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around the room, trying to figure out where you were supposed to sit. It felt like the first day of school all over again. You could deal with monsters and aliens, but nothing could compare to trying to navigate the school hierarchy.

You knew each house was allotted a table, but did that mean you could sit next to anyone? What if they called you off? What if they had reserved a seat for a friend?

Fortunately, your overthinking was cut short when your name was called. You scanned the benches until you noticed Hermione Granger waving from a few feet away.

With a relieved sigh, you approached her. "Hi," you smiled as you took a seat next to her. You noticed Ron and Harry on her right, who gave you a wave.

“You got into Gryffindor!”

“Oh,” you said, peering down at your tie, “yeah.” Yet another lie. While you were here, it appeared that this was going to become a habit.

The sorting hat hadn’t assigned you a house, instead Dumbledore let you choose your own house, which you thought was odd. Even though you weren't a true witch in their eyes, and you were just a guest here, you would have thought they would like to follow the rules, for the appearances at least. But you didn’t question it.

Your attention was drawn to someone's obnoxious throat-clearing. When you raised your gaze, you noticed two identical redheads seated across from you on the bench, looking at you expectantly.

You guessed they were Ron’s brothers. Fred and George.

“Who are you?” One of them asked.

“I’m Y/N. I’m an exchange student from Ilvermory,” the lie was not yet smooth on your tongue.

The boy squinted his eyes. “Are you?”

“Yes, I am.” You tried to push more conviction into your voice. After all, it wouldn’t be the last time you’d have to tell this lie, so the sooner you started believing it yourself the better.

He and his brother continued to stare at you shamelessly. It wouldn’t have bothered you under different circumstances, you were used to people staring, but from them it made you uncomfortable. They seemed to be able to see right through you.

“You don’t look American to me.”

“Fred!” Hermione chastised him at the same time you replied, “That’s because I’m not.”

You cursed yourself. You couldn't keep the words from coming out of your mouth. They were all staring at you now, expecting you to explain yourself.

“I moved to America a few years ago, after my brother's death,” you explained. You didn't like talking about Pietro with anybody other than Wanda, but you'd already blown your cover, so you had no choice but to keep going.

You noticed how the mood shifted, and cursed yourself again; the last thing you wanted was for these strangers to feel sorry for you.

“I was born in Sokovia. It’s a small country in Eastern Europe,” you explained.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. That had to be horrible,” Hermione placed a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. You cracked a small smile at her.

“It's fine. Wanda is still with me.”

You honestly didn't know what you would have done if you had also lost Wanda that day. Your nightmares were still disturbed by the vision of Pietro falling on his knees, ripped full of holes.

“Is that an animal or something?”

You shifted your gaze to Ron.

‘Was he serious?’

“Wanda is my older sister.” Guilt flooded Ron's features.

“Please excuse him; he lacks all tact,” the other twin spoke for the first time since you had been seated at the table. Because Hermione had addressed the other as Fred, this had to be George.

“Is Wanda also here?” Hermione wondered.

‘I wish.’

“No, she isn't. She’s older. She completed her studies many years ago.”

“So you moved to America first, and now to England? Are you running from something?”

George elbowed his brother in the ribs when the older twin voiced the question.

“Are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today?” You flung back defensively.

“I’m just saying, your story doesn’t add up.” He raised his hand in surrender.

“Why? Because she needed to relocate twice? Perhaps it's because of her parents' occupation or–” Hermione came to a halt when she noticed you stiffen at the mention of your parents.

You don’t really have any memory of them. You were a baby when that missile hit your apartment, but you didn't like it when people brought them up. It served as a reminder that you didn't have them with you.

Hermione appeared to understand because it was visible when you looked at her; that sad expression.

“It doesn’t matter. I was a baby when it happened.” You looked at Fred, desperate to stop him asking any more questions. “I left Sokovia to start a new life with my sister because our country was at war, not a wizarding war, but a muggle war. Do you understand what that means? Bombs, missiles, people displaced, and children killed. I had to watch my brother bleed to death while he was mercilessly shot while attempting to save the life of a young boy. And if I had left America now, it's because I have every right to. You don't have to like me, but I'd appreciate it if you keep your assumptions to yourself.”

It wasn't technically a lie. The sequence of events was just wrong. You were a baby during the Cold War. You were thankful that you couldn't recall any of it. You, Pietro, and Wanda had to hide for two days for fear that the bomb that had hit your apartment would detonate. And you saw Pietro die as he gave his life for that child when the Ultron Project went to shit.

They were all staring at you, shocked. You may have been a little harsh, but you weren't going to sit there and do nothing while being accused of lying about your family.

As you stood up and walked out, you heard a faint voice say, “Well done, dimwit.” You weren't sure where you were headed because you weren't familiar with the castle, but anywhere would be better than sitting in the suffocating air of the Great Hall.

Avengers Compound, New York City, USA, 2015

It's been a week since you arrived here following the death of Pietro.

It’s been a week since you lost your brother.

It’s been a week since you found yourself in a new country, living among complete strangers.

It’s been a week since you left your room.

Your sister had come and knocked on your door multiple times, and you know it’s selfish of you to shut her out, after all, she had lost her twin brother, but you didn’t have it in you to see anyone now, including her.

You've never been adept at dealing with emotions; you felt like you were constantly being hit by a wave until you couldn't float any longer and drowned.

“Open the door, Y/N,” Wanda’s soft voice came from the other side of the door.

You knew she could have just stepped in if she wanted to. She only had to twitch her fingers for the door to break open. But she didn’t do it. Wanda knew better than that. Especially at this moment.

You ignored her, like you had done for the previous seven days.

“Please, Y/N,” You could hear your sister’s voice waver through the door, “I can’t lose you too.”

Without leaving your bed, you waved your fingers and heard the faint click of the door lock turning.

You heard footsteps approaching you and felt your bed dip a few seconds later.

Your gaze, fixed before on the wall, was now watching your sister. Wanda was sitting at the foot of your bed. It was the first time you had seen her since your arrival to America.

She was pale, her eyes were red – you could tell she'd been crying before coming to see you – she had heavy circles under her eyes, and her hair was unkempt. You hadn't looked in the mirror, but you couldn't appear any better than she did.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. It was a stupid question, she knew, but she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to talk to you after you finally let her in.

“I don’t like it here.”

Wanda sighed, “Me neither.”

You sat up across from her on the bed. “Then why are we here? Why can’t we leave?”

“We have nowhere to go, Y/N.”

That’s when it hit you. You were alone. You didn’t have a home anymore.

“It’s going to be alright. We still have each other.” Wanda assured you. And for the first time in a week, you felt a shred of hope.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, Great Britain, 1994

“Stupid Fred Weasley,” you muttered. You picked up a stone and hurled it into the lake in front of you. “I knew he was an idiot the moment I read the first book.”

You chose another rock and tossed it more forcefully this time. “He must think he's funny.”

“Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm rather amusing.”

You spun around to meet a tall, lanky redhead. You couldn't see it before in the Great Hall, but with the sunlight, you could see the freckles covering his nose and part of his cheeks, which gave an attractive warmth to his features.

“Well, I'm afraid I must inform you that you are incorrect.” You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze back to the water.

This didn't dissuade the redhead, who instead of walking away stepped closer.

You huffed in annoyance, “What do you want?”

Nobody could deny that Fred Weasley had a way with words. He never stopped talking, but now that he was standing next to you with his hands in his pockets, he seemed a little nervous. It wasn’t the first time his big mouth had gotten him in trouble or his words hurt someone else. He didn't know you, yet he felt horrible that he was the source of your pain.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered so gently that you would have missed it if you weren't standing next to him.

“Come again?” You asked.

He took a deep breath and faced you, “I apologise for my behaviour earlier. I went too far, and I didn't intend to hurt you.”

“Are you always so distrusting of the new people you meet?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, so I’m the exception then.”

“Normally, we don't have any exchange students. You're the first one since I started studying here. So I thought that was strange.”

It wasn't the first time you'd been in a similar predicament. In fact, you could argue that your first day of high school in America was worse than this. Girls in high school were far worse than boys with big mouths and a penchant for pranks.

“Did your brother tell you to come apologize to me?”

“What?”

“Did your brother tell you to come apologize to me or are you here because you're really sorry?”

When he didn’t respond, you had your answer.

You chuckled, unamused. “Go back to the castle, Fred.”

“No. Wait, I’m truly sorry.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“What?” You asked, looking at him in disbelief. “You don’t have to do anything. I don’t give a shit about what you think.”

“But I want to prove that I’m honest.”

His tenacity was far from endearing.

“You really can’t take a no for an answer, can you?”

He shook his head, a stupid smile plastered on his face. You sighed, a small smile growing on your face as an idea to toy with him crossed your mind.

“Give me your hand.”

“What?” He asked, perplexed.

Fred hadn’t really thought about what you could ask him to do, but if he had your weird request wasn’t definitely on the list.

“I’m asking to hold your hand, not for you to marry me. You have held a girl’s hand before, right?”

“Of course I have.” He said defensively, like your suggestion was an offense to him.

Your tiny hand wrapped around his large one and looked into his eyes. He seemed tense, and he was looking everywhere but at you.

You found it amusing. You had never expected Fred Weasley to be this nervous around women. You expected a playful comment when you asked him to hold your hand, but instead, you got a startled 16-year-old boy who went rigid the moment your fingers touched.

‘Oh boy, this was a story you’d definitely tell Peter when you got back.’

“You have to look at me,” you explained, “or else it won't work.”

He frowned at your words and landed his gaze on you.

“What won’t work?”

“I’m gonna look into your soul.”

His eyes widened.

“To see if you are honest about being sorry.”

“Are you serious?” He asked you, incredulous.

“Of course I am,” you tried to sound serious and not to laugh at the face he was making. “It’s a gift I have.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Yeah, sure.”

“Do you want me to prove it?”

“Go ahead.”

With his eyes fixed on yours, hands clasped, and your best poker face you started your little revenge.

“So?” he asked, amused, after a few seconds. “Am I being honest?”

You pulled a face at him, “I can’t really tell.”

“Wow, What a surprise.”

“But, I did see something.”

“Really?” he said entertained, “Go on, surprise me.”

“How are things with Mr. Bagman?" you asked with a mischievous grin. "Did you already send that letter?”

The smile on Fred’s face dropped in the blink of an eye.

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A Chance Encounter

[History on Your Side—Chapter 1.] Sam Winchester x Reader

Chapter summary: Sam and Dean are stuck with their current case. Sam searches for leads and gets more than he bargained for. *Please see the masterlist for entire work summary and tags* Masterlist | Read on AO3

Frustration tainted the air of the bunker, radiating from the library walls. As the clock ticked past midnight, blue-white light mingled with the orange of the table lamps, bathing Sam's face in a steady glow as he hunched over his laptop, engrossed in a tireless search. Dean, meanwhile, paced the floor, book in hand. Each footstep reverberated inside his skull, adding to the collective headache. The brothers' current case—a woodland haunting across state—had led them down a dead-end, fueling their late-night study.

Sam furrowed his brow, silently mouthing as he read the contents of his latest webpage. "Dean…" he called, eyeing the screen in concentration. "Think I’ve found something… a Dr. Y/L/N at KU, Lawrence. Might be a long shot, but his research might tie in with our case."

Dean glanced up from his book with a raised eyebrow. "A doctor? How's he connected to our ghost problem?"

"Not a medical doctor, genius... A History PhD… His studies focus on historical folklore. There could be a link between the local legends and our haunting. It's worth a shot, right?"

"Okay, well..." Dean nodded, clapping his book shut. "It's the only lead we've got right now. Let's hit him up."

Sam danced his fingers across the keyboard, crafting a persuasive pitch in their email. "Alright, here goes nothing," he muttered, hitting 'send' with hopeful anticipation, his eyes strained, heavy.

"Hey, we're not just any journalists," Dean interjected, reading over Sam's shoulder. "We're the duo that digs deep into untold stories. Our quest? Unveiling the hidden truths woven into the fabric of this town..."

Sam smirked at Dean's embellishments. "Right, 'cause nothing grabs a scholar's attention like a good ol' fashioned mystery. Hopefully, this Dr. Y/L/N will bite."

Dean chuckled, slapping his brother on the back. "Lighten up, Sammy. Who could resist the allure of two charming reporters like us?"

Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop with a yawn. "Sure, whatever. Let's just hope for a response. I'm off to get some shut-eye."

---

The next day, after his morning run, Sam sat in the bunker's kitchen, opening his laptop to a reply in his inbox. Taking a sip of his coffee, he ran a hand through his hair, optimism growing with each word he read.

"Dean!" he yelled, a spark of excitement coloring his voice. "Dean... We got a reply!"

Dean emerged from the hallway with a yawn and creased pajamas. He had only just got up—having medicated last night's headache with trash TV and beer. "Sup?"

“We've got a meeting... this afternoon." Sam rose an eyebrow, eyeing the screen with intrigue. "Dude seems pretty interested..."

Dean stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Great, well... better hit the road, I guess. But Sammy, we're grabbing grub on the way."

---

After a few hours' drive—including a pit stop for food—the Winchesters arrived in Lawrence. Clad in their finest 'reporter' outfits, they paced the university corridors where they eventually located the history department. There, amidst the academic bustle, they requested to meet Dr. Y/L/N.

"Y/N!" the receptionist called, turning her head to the staff room behind her. "Your 3 o'clock is here!"

"Thanks Janice, I'll be right there!"

You emerged from the staff room carrying a large pot of coffee, your presence immediately capturing the attention of the brothers.

"Hey! You must be Tom and Jack. Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You greeted them warmly, charm evident in your smile. "Come on in, take a seat… I hope you like coffee!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a surprised glance, momentarily taken aback as you beckoned them to follow you into a nearby office. You were not what they had expected, that's for sure.

"You're Dr. Y/L/N?" Sam asked, as you closed the door of the small room behind them.

"This is she," you said, sensing their unexpected reactions. "Is… there a problem?"

"No, no!" Sam reassured, trying to mask his surprise with a charming smile. "We just expected someone… older."

You smirked, taking a seat across from them behind the small desk. "And… with a penis?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sam coughed, smiling awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by his sexist assumption, whilst Dean scratched his head, trying to think of a witty response.

"I'm just messing with you…” you teased, chuckling at their reactions. “I get that a lot. Anyway, how can I help? Your story sounds interesting…"

---

Over cups of coffee, the brothers tactfully explained their ‘research’ and the answers they were seeking.

“Hm, from what you’ve told me, the haunting sounds connected to an old legend rooted in the area…” You pulled out a book from your bookshelf, tracing your fingers over the weathered text. “Ah, here!” You placed it on the desk in front of them, gesturing to the page as you spoke. “This passage here... it speaks of spirits being tied to the ‘earthly realm’...”

The brothers listened intently, their focus on the information you provided, but Sam couldn’t help but feel uncharacteristically distracted, stealing small glances at you as you spoke.

“According to the lore of the local tribe,” you continued, running a hand through your hair, “the spirit seeks ‘retribution for an ancient injustice.’”

Hm, interesting... Sam mused, darting another glance your way.

“Is there any way to stop it?” Dean leaned in slightly, urgency lacing his words.

You straightened in your seat, taken aback by this new line of questioning. “What paper did you say you worked for again?”

“The Eureka Herald”, “The Wichita Eagle,” they replied in unison, gritting their teeth for blowing their cover.

You paused for a moment, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re ghost chasers, aren’t you?” you asked, eyeing them with suspicion, leaning back in your chair.

Sam and Dean shared a look, a mixture of surprise and caution in their eyes.

“What makes you think that?” Dean asked, his posture more guarded, his tone casual, yet wary.

You took a sip from your mug. “It’s not hard to put two and two together,” you said, trying to hide your smirk as the brothers faltered over their cover story. “Plus, you’re not the first ghost chasers I’ve encountered…”

Sam and Dean exchanged another glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They were used to keeping their true identity under wraps, and were surprised by your directness—your ability to see through their façade. But there was something about your demeanor that made them feel a level of trust…

“Okay, you got us,” Sam admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But we’re not exactly ‘ghost chasers’… we’re hunters.”

“Hunters?” you raised an eyebrow.

Dean nodded, his expression more serious. “We’re not the kind of hunters most people imagine... We’re here to make things right, to put spirits to rest, to protect people from the crap they don’t even know exist.”

You listened intently, shifting slightly as you processed their words. “So... you hunt the things that go bump in the night? And in this case, you’re here to put an ancient spirit to rest?”

“That’s the plan,” Dean confirmed. “So... think you can help us, or what?”

You hesitated, chewing on your lip as you considered their request. You’d known ghosts were real, yes, but, hunting them...? This was all new, and... exciting.

“Alright,” you relented, undeniably curious. “I’ll try my best to help, but promise you’ll respect the history, the people involved?”

Sam leaned in, interjecting your thoughts, gently. “We promise,” he affirmed, his tone earnest, as he looked into your eyes. “We’re not just seeking closure for the spirit, we’re aiming for closure for the tribe, too.”

You paused for a moment, your gaze softening as you regarded the younger brother with a newfound respect.

“Yeah, exactly,” Dean added, nodding towards his brother. “What he said...”

You took a deep breath, giving in to the excitement you couldn’t deny. “Okay then... let’s uncover the truth behind this thing.”

“Great!” Dean exclaimed, visibly relieved as he slapped his hands on the sides of his chair.

Sam smiled, silently mouthing a gentle “thank you” in your direction

You smiled back, but quickly averted your gaze, feeling a sudden blush rush into your cheeks. “Well,” you rose from your seat, trying your best to ignore whatever that was. “I’m afraid my office hours are over… I have to head back to work, but, I’ll be in touch.”

Sam stood, unconsciously mirroring your stance. “Yeah, yeah—of course.” He cleared his throat, reaching for the book on the table, directing you a gentle glance. “Would it be okay to take this?”

“Yeah, sure... anything that will help. In fact... here... have these...”

“Thanks,” Sam smiled, as you passed him a few more books from your bookshelf.

“We’re staying at a motel just out of town for a few days,” Dean explained, handing you a scrap of paper with their contact details on it. “Let us know if you find anything.”

“Of course,” you said, glancing at the note in your hands. “Sam and Dean Winchester?” You swear their names sounded familiar...

“You can never be too careful in our line of work, lady,” Dean joked, as they finally introduced themselves properly.

As you walked them out of the department, Sam turned to you, shifting the pile of books under his arm. “See you soon, Dr Y/L/N, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, Sam, but please, call me Y/N. I’ll never get used to being called Dr... it sounds waay too formal.”

Sam smiled, but quickly looked away as you returned his gaze, suddenly feeling rather warm.

“Right, let’s make a move.” Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder, snapping him out of his haze. “See ya later doc,” he saluted, turning to walk away, Sam by his side.

You chuckled as they left, your eyes lingering on the taller brother as they faded from your view, disappearing round the corner.

---

Back in the Impala, Dean turned towards his brother with a sly grin. "So, Sammy... You seem to have taken quite a liking to Dr. Y/L/N back there... not just interested in her research, huh?"

Sam's eyes widened, trying to mask his embarrassment. "What? No, Dean—it's not like that."

Dean chuckled, giving Sam a playful nudge. "Come on, man! I saw the way you were blushing back there. I've never seen you stumble over your words like that. Plus, you've been staring more than the ghost we're hunting."

"I... I wasn't stumbling, or staring!" Sam contested, despite knowing full well that his attempts to deny it only made it more obvious.

"Sure Sammy, whatever you say," Dean teased, enjoying every moment of his brother's discomfort.

Sam rolled his eyes, trying to play it off. "I was just being polite! She's knowledgeable and helpful, that's all."

"Uh-huh, sure… whatever helps you sleep at night… Bet you'll be dreaming of that helpfulness tonight, huh?" Dean smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean, she's hot... I'll give you that."

Sam groaned, realizing there was no getting out of this conversation. "Can we just focus on the case, please? We have a haunting to solve."

Dean laughed, giving his brother a playful punch on the arm. "Alright, alright, Mr. 'I-Don't-Have-A-Crush’. Let's get back to business..."

Despite his attempts to steer the conversation away, Sam couldn't shake off the heat rising to his cheeks, knowing full well Dean would continue to tease him for the rest of the day. But as they drove off to pursue the leads you had provided, he couldn't help but feel optimistic, wondering what might come of this partnership.

Chapter 2

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Good Stuff: Orion and the Dark

You know? I remember playing Pajama Sam 1 many moons ago and to this day I find it lovely to play. Great characters, incredible artwork, the differing routes each playthrough which I didn't even realize until then, and the ending which really stuck with me. That what was kept me anticipating Orion and the Dark, as I felt it was that spiritual successor I never knew I wanted. It sucks that Dreamworks dropped this onto streaming like it was nothing, not even on the site they own no less, but I genuinely looked forward to this and that's what matters. Now that it's out, let it be known I can't believe this will be the first Charlie Kaufman film for me. Just saying, any interest in his previous movies is gonna feel like whiplash.

Just imagining some kid loving Orion & is eventually in awe for a movie called I'm Thinking of Ending Things

To truly start this review, this might be the best kino non-Pixar Pixar movie Dreamsworks ever made. I didn't think of it having the whole "what if X had feelings" factor until now but I actually like that they take it not only in a reasonable direction, but twists the dynamic in a way Pixar honestly hasn't done since... Toy Story 4 I guess? No spoilers, but I enjoyed that Darkness and his entity friends have their insecurities, this is before they all met Orion, and they take that in a very great if offputting direction. Plus I love that they were able to personify these elements I didn't actually think about when it came to night time. They also present the biggest problem with the movie and that's the lack of real camaraderie with the entities and Orion. You enjoy the friendship between the boy and Darkness, but they streamline the bond Orion has with the others and that really makes the story hit or miss depending on if you grow to care about them. I brought up Pixar and yeah, while they have their great individual moments they don't have the same effectiveness dynamic wise as the emotions from Inside Out. Also small nitpick, but I didn't like that Dark's name is "Dark" and not "Darkness"; doesn't roll of the tongue, you know?

Plus we didn't get Orion and Dark playing Cheese & Crackers like missed opportunity of the year

Now again, this is my first Charlie Kaufman film, but I was familiar with his writing style and I gotta say I loved what he does with the structure of the story. It's a story within a story where as soon as the curtain is pulled, I was fully hooked. I love how Orion essentially helps himself overcome some of his fears both thanks to unexpected but welcomed help and developing his own confidence. It was clever how when you put a face on a fear, that fear slowly fades but the film shows that it's not something capable of a cure. Orion's neuroses dilate thanks to this adventure, he probably wouldn't have lived to tell it if otherwise, but it presents that growing up doesn't mean everything will work out perfectly or immediately. Does it do a lot to get to that point? Yes, but I felt the risks paid off in a way I don't think I've seen before in a story like this. I know as a kid I didn't have constant paralyzing premonitions regarding the worse outcomes imaginable like Orion, but on some level I remember what it's like and how it'll still fester your mind as you get older. This film, pun unintended, gets dark on a personal level and will probably stick with me long after watching it.

Can't say this scene broke me, but damn did it get close

Orion and the Dark impressed me as something thought-provoking, that does a lot more than being another adapted storybook. Is it an insanely masterful modern Dreamworks movie like Puss in Boots 2? No, even with its great subversions the movie doesn't juggle everything as well as I hoped. Then again, I highly appreciate that this was a risky movie Dreamworks was willing to release, that got both Kaufman and Werner Herzog of all people on board, as opposed to shelving it like some companies I know. A movie that doesn't spell everything out, that gets to be a family movie not constantly upbeat but colorful and optimistic in all the right ways. Orion deserves a chance where I think everyone will have interesting takeaways even if it won't be their favorite Dreamworks film in recent years. I'm overall glad I saw it and kinda want to see it again soon for missed details.

4 Out Of 5; The night truly shined with this one.

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Perfect Fit Part 6

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x reader

Word Count: ~1.7K

Summary: Y/N is the new member joining the Avengers that came from a top-secret program in SHIELD that she was in all her life. Now that she has joined the team, she is experiencing life for the first time. She has caught the eye of the two most powerful women on the team.

A/N: I know; it's been a while. I am back, though, with a short chapter. The only warnings I'll give are that there are a few curse words, drinking, and slight sexual intentions ;). I hope you all enjoy it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The team is back at the compound after Y/N’s first successful mission, and it is time to celebrate. The team first went their separate ways to shower and change before partying. Since it was just a casual party with the team to celebrate, they did not need to dress up. Most of the team came out in their pajamas.

Everyone came out and met in the living room; then Tony got them all to go to the bar. Tony got out his most expensive vodka and poured everyone a shot.

“I am glad that everyone is here to celebrate Y/N’s first successful mission,” the whole team cheers on Y/N, “I know you don’t think that it was a successful mission, but you kick some major ass out there tonight, kid. I know I don’t speak for the whole team, but we are glad you are on the team” Tony ends his speech, and everyone takes their shot.

“Woooo, let’s get this night started,” Sam says, slamming his shot glass on the table. Y/N smiles at the people in front of her, whom she now calls her family now.

“I am so proud of you, Y/N/N,” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. Over the past few weeks, Y/N has been here Bucky has become more like an older brother to Y/N. It was nice to have a guy that cares for Y/N as much as Bucky does.

“Thanks, Buck. I was completely nervous the whole time,” Y/N laughs to herself.

“There is no reason to be nervous when you are that good” Bucky smiles, and Sam comes over with more shots for the three of them.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Sam?” Y/N questions Sam.

“Y/N, we are on the most powerful team in the world. We save lives almost every single day, and we are all in our early to mid-20s; of course, I am trying to get you drunk. I hope you learned by now that we go hard on this team,” Sam says, handing Y/N and Bucky their shots.

“Hell yeah, cheers,” all three of them take a shot. They talk to each other for a bit and go off and talk to the rest of the team. Y/N searches around the room, unconsciously looking for the infamous couple. Seeing them sitting on the couch together with Wanda in Natasha’s lap. Y/N smiled at them, wishing she could join them in cuddling all night.

Y/N pours another shot and takes it, then grabs a drink out of the fridge and opens it with her ring. She heads over to the couch with Wanda and Natasha.

“Hey, you guys, do you mind if I sit here with y’all?” Y/N says, a little nervous. She doesn’t understand why she is so nervous but so comfortable around them. She has never been the nervous type around women she likes.

“Not at all, dulceata” Natasha sits up a little, shifting Wanda in her lap. Y/N sits down near the couple but leaves enough space between them. They sit in silence for about 30 seconds. Y/N thought taking the shots would help her talk to the women, but she guessed wrong. She took the drink in hand and chugged it within seconds. The couple can sense that Y/N is a little uncomfortable.

“I have an idea; just go with it, okay,” Wanda says to Natasha through their mind link and winks at her.

“You look a little tense there, dulceata. How about we all take a shot together,” Wanda says, getting off Natasha’s lap and sitting in the gap between Y/N and Natasha.

“Yes! Let’s do shots,” Y/N says, nodding her head, eager to fill the awkward silence and to get more liquor in her.

“Great! Dorogoy, can you go and get salt, limes, and tequila for us, please” Wanda says, looking at Natasha. Natasha raises her eyebrows, knowing what Wanda has in store. Natasha gets up and go gets the items leaving Wanda and the Y/N alone.

“Why are you so tense?” Wanda says, rubbing Y/N’s knee to help her calm down.

“I don’t know why. Normally, I am so relaxed and comfortable around you guys,” Y/N says honestly.

“Well, don’t worry. In a moment, you will feel better,” Wanda says, and Natasha comes back with all the supplies and places them on the coffee table in front of them.

“Where are the shot glasses?” Y/N questions.

“Oh, we aren’t taking a normal shot; we are taking body shots” Wanda and Natasha both smirk at each other after seeing Y/N’s face.

“Don’t worry, Nat will be taking the first shot to show you how to do it,” Wanda says, then takes her shirt off, revealing a black lacy bra. Y/N’s mouth falls open, then looks around the room to see if anyone is watching. No one is watching what is happening in front of her right now. Y/N turns back to Wanda to see her lying on the coffee table in front of them with her shirt off. Natasha adds salt to the valley of Wanda’s breast, a slice of lime in her mouth, and pours a shot into her belly button.

“Now watch very closely,” Natasha says in a hushed tone that made Y/N cross her legs in need of friction. Natasha licks the salt up, sucks up the tequila, then takes the lime from Wanda’s mouth. Natasha splits the lime out of her mouth, then starts to make out with Wanda. Wanda moans into the kiss and pulls Natasha impossibly closer by the back of her neck.

At that moment, Y/N realized why she was so nervous earlier with the couple. Y/N is awfully horny and has no way to release it. The only people she wants to have sex with are already dating each other, and she doesn’t want to say anything to mess it up. Now she is sitting and watching the couple make out with each other letting out racy moans.

They stop making out, and both look at Y/N to see her trying her best not to rub her thighs together to get friction. They both smile at her.

“Come here; it’s your turn,” Wanda says with her hand extended. Y/N gets off the couch with a little push from Natasha and takes Wanda's hand. Natasha puts more salt, lime, and tequila on Wanda for Y/N to take her shot.

Y/N looks down at Wanda, that has pledging eyes waiting for her.

“You got this, Y/N. Go ahead, I’ll be right here enjoying the view,” Natasha says that and it gives Y/N the confidence she needs. Y/N starts by slowly licking the salt, then sucks up the tequila, and finally goes for the lime. Natasha put this lime a little deeper in Wanda's mouth this time around for Y/N. Y/N goes in for the lime and lightly grazes Wanda’s lips, trying her best not to kiss Wanda. Little did she know that Wanda was doing the same.

“Do you feel better now?” Wanda asks, propping herself up with her elbow. After Y/N finishes the shot

“Oh yeah, I feel much better now,” Y/N says with some of her confidence back.

“Good, now it’s Wanda's turn to take a shot,” Natasha says, and Wanda gets up from the table. The couple stares at Y/N, waiting for her to make the next move.

“Why are y’all staring at me?” Y/N questions.

“Like I said, Wanda needs to take her shot. We are waiting for you to take off your shirt and lie on the table looking pretty for us, so we can take the shot,” Natasha says, looking deep into Y/N’s eyes, leaving Y/N shocked.

“I thought that she was going to take the shot off of you because you guys are dating,” Y/N says, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, we could do that, but that is too boring. We like to have a little excitement, don’t you?” Wanda says, leaning forward, making her breast fall out of her bra a little since she still hasn’t put her shirt back on. Y/N is only human and couldn’t help but stare at Wanda’s chest, licking her lips. The couple sees this and knows they have her right where they want her.

“Fuck it,” Y/N says and quickly takes off her shirt and lays on the table. Wanda and Natasha smile at each other and prepare the shot.

Wanda steps forward and takes the body shot off of Y/N. When it came to the lime, Wanda would not take it out of Y/N’s mouth to suck it. She was going to suck it in Y/N’s mouth.

Wanda leans down to suck the lime from Y/N’s mouth, practically kissing Y/N while doing it. Y/N didn’t mind because she had been getting what she wanted since the day she first meant Wanda; kiss her. Y/N didn’t think too much into it because they have all had some drinks in them, and it may not mean anything.

“Mmmm, that was good,” Wanda moans and looks down at Y/N, smiling. Y/N is left speechless about what just happened.

“Well, I don’t want to be left out, so I’ll go again. If you don’t mind, of course,” Natasha asks Y/N, and Y/N just nods excitedly. Wanda preps Y/N’s body for another body shot for Natasha.

Natasha does the same exact thing lie Wanda and practically kisses Y/N while sucking the lime. It was Y/N’s dream come true, and it was better than she could ever imagine. Once done, Wanda and Y/N both put back on their shirt.

“That was fun; we should really do it again sometime,” Natasha says with her hand on Y/N's thighs. Y/N looked at the couple and started to wonder if they did this on purpose. She was about to ask, but Tony made an announcement.

“Everyone to the living room! It’s game time!” everyone slowly comes to the living room to start the games. It is going to be an eventful night.

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