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superheroesofbothuniverses · 3 years

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An Enchanted Evening(Wintershock)

“I hear Pepper and Tony are throwing another Disney bash. You excited?”

Darcy looked up from her laptop as Clint stuck his head in her office to deliver the news. It never failed, if something interesting was happening, he’d be stopping by to discuss it. He was worse than her great aunts when it came to gossip, Darcy thought fondly.

“Yeah, but I’ll have to find a date. I don’t wanna be Giselle without a Robert, unless I can get Jane to go with me. She loves going as the evil queen.”

Clint looked confused.

“I thought you and Barnes were an item. I see you together all the time, looking all cozy.”

“Appearances can be deceiving, Clint,” Darcy sighed. “He doesn’t seem to want anything more than friendship right now. But he is pretty great at the whole friend thing.”

“If he did want more, would you go out with him?” Clint pressed, watching her searchingly.

“Totally,” Darcy admitted, knowing better than to lie to him. “But don’t you dare interfere and ruin this for me. I don’t want to push him away after how long it took me to get him to warm up to me.”

Bucky had been very skittish when he’d first arrived and Darcy tried the technique she’d used when befriending neighborhood feral cats: kept her distance while offering friendly greetings and looking as non-threatening as possible, left plentiful treats around, and cracked ridiculous jokes in his hearing in hopes of earning a smile. It had taken several months, but Darcy succeeded in Operation Befriend Bucky.

“Who are you and Laura going to go as?” Darcy inquired, trying to change the subject.

Clint grinned. “OutlawQueen, of course,” he supplied.

“Oooh. Going with the Once Upon A Time ship. It’s perfect,” Darcy admired. “Can’t wait to see it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a lot of work to do if I’m going to be able to afford the dress I’ve got my eye on.”

“Just so long as you show up,” Clint relented. “See ya, Doc.”

With a wink, Hawkeye made himself scarce and Darcy returned to her work, trying not to picture Bucky dressed as a Disney prince.

Bucky had just finished an intense workout and was trash talking Steve in a way only a best friend could get away with when his long suffering friend decided to turn the tables on him.

“So I hear you’re the only one who hasn’t RSVP’d for the big disney ball,” Steve commented. “Thought you would be going with Darcy.”

“How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends?” Bucky sighed.

Steve gave him a look of utter disbelief and sighed.

“Still in denial. But you do know you can accompany her as a friend, right?”

“And have to hear you lot gossiping even more? No thanks,” Bucky muttered, even as he really wished he had the guts to ask Darcy. Despite what he’d told Steve, Bucky was very interested in the new astrophysicist in a definite more-than-friends way, but so far, he hadn’t seen any signs that she shared this interest, so he’d stayed quiet rather than ruin one of the best friendships he’d made in his post-Hydra life.

Steve just smiled knowingly at him.

“If you change your mind, Darcy is going as Giselle from Enchanted. Nat told me yesterday. They’re going shopping for dresses tomorrow.”

“Never heard of her,” Bucky muttered, splitting off from Steve to take the stairs to his floor. The next evening, a Blu-ray of Enchanted had appeared on his coffee table. Bucky turned up his nose, but Natasha’s commanding note had him sighing and watching the movie anyway.

Despite the typical Disney cheesiness, Bucky found himself enjoying himself and actually laughing a few times at the antics of the ridiculously over the top Prince Edward. Robert seemed a more realistic hero for once and he found himself sympathizing with the man. Bucky was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be a happily ever after for himself, either.

After the movie ended, he sat and thought for a while, then called Natasha.

Darcy bought her dress, shoes, and jewelry, happily spending way more than she normally would thanks to her long hours and careful saving up for the day. The wine colored fit-and flare dress looked amazing on her and the skirt swirled in a very satisfying manner when she turned around.

“You’re going to be turning heads tonight,” Natasha commented as they hauled their purchases home. “Especially a certain someone.”

She wiggled her eyebrows and Darcy sighed.

“Whatever you say. I have no comment,” she said rather stiffly.

Natasha laughed.

“You say that now,” she said.

In the end, Darcy went by herself to the ball, having chickened out about asking Bucky, which she was already kicking herself for. Oh, well. At least she looked fabulous in her dress that looked just like the one Amy Adams wore for the dance.

She perked up a bit when she got to the fancy ballroom Tony had rented and met the rest of the Avengers in full costume. Sure enough, Clint and Laura were Robin Hood and Regina and looked amazing. Tony and Pepper were Captain Hook and Emma Swan.

“Aren’t you a little grey to be Captain Hook?” Darcy teased him. “But that’s a nice costume.”

“Hook’s a lot older than he looks,” Tony replied, waving his fake hook hand around.

Natasha and Steve were Ariel and Eric, which was an unexpected choice, but Nat looked great in her slinky, iridescent turquoise dress and Steve was a fabulous prince. Sharon and Sam were Rapunzel and Flynn Rider and Wanda was Princess Elsa, complete with a gorgeous icy blue dress and fabulous blonde wig. Thor strode around dressed like Hercules and Darcy hung out with him for a few minutes, exchanging small talk.

“Are you also unaccompanied, Darcy?” Thor asked.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “But I’m hanging out with friends and feeling fabulous, so I’ll be alright,” she assured him.

She completely forgot what she’d planned on saying next because Bucky Barnes arrived and was looking so gorgeous, she found she couldn’t breathe.

Bucky, feeling stiff and awkward in his fancy costume, was keeping his eyes peeled for Darcy, even as he greeted Steve, Nat, and Sam, all of whom seemed very surprised, but pleased to see him.

“She’s over by Thor,” Nat whispered helpfully and Bucky looked where she indicated and felt his heart skip several beats and his mouth go dry.

Darcy was looking incredibly gorgeous in a dress like the one from the movie, which was a simple design, but very flattering on her. She’d left her dark hair down and had simple silvery earrings that sparkled in the light from the massive overhead chandeliers.

In this moment, Bucky knew he was a goner. These were NOT platonic friendly reactions he was experiencing right now. Not at all. She locked eyes with him and her own widened, and she full on smiled at him, which propelled him towards her, now oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Darcy swallowed nervously as Bucky approached, looking stunning in an embroidered dark blue jacket clearly meant to replicate Robert’s costume from Enchanted. He’d pulled his hair back into a small ponytail and it only added to the appeal.

“Hi,” she said softly, giving him a smile.

“Hi,” he answered back, looking at her in a way that made her feel downright giddy.

“Wow. Darcy, you look beautiful,” he told her, sincerity oozing from his voice.

“Why thank you,” she replied, trying to resist the urge to fan herself. “You’re looking pretty fabulous yourself. I’d say what a happy coincidence we picked the same movie, but I know our meddling friends better than that.”

Bucky grinned at her.

“Yep. And I have to tell them they were right later.”

“Right about what?” Darcy asked, knowing what the answer was but wanting to hear him say it.

“That I’ve got it bad for you, doll. I didn’t think you felt the same way, so I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I don’t think that’s possible anymore.”

The way he was looking at her was giving Darcy tingles all over and she took a step close to him.

“We’re a couple of fail boats then, because I’ve been feeling the same way, and was also convinced I was stuck in the friend zone,” Darcy admitted. “All our friends could see it, but we sure were oblivious.”

“We were. As a trained spy, I should be embarrassed, but I’m just happy,” Bucky told her. “Wanna dance?”

“Gladly, handsome,” she told him. “I heard you’re very talented in that department.”

Bucky flushed a bit, but shrugged.

“People exaggerate, but I did enjoy it back in the day. Let’s hope I’m not too rusty.”

If Bucky was rusty, Darcy certainly couldn’t tell because she was enjoying herself too much. She’d never danced with a guy who could lead as well as he could and it was glorious. Looking into his blue eyes, she couldn’t help but flush at the expression in them and wondered if she looked equally smitten.

Bucky was thinking about how perfectly they fit together and how her eyes were downright sparkling. That look she was giving him was downright dangerous and he never wanted this moment to end.

They ended up dancing through three more songs before Darcy pulled him away from the party.

“Tired already?” He asked teasingly.

“Bucky Barnes, you’d better kiss me right now, or so help me, Thor…..” she threatened playfully, pointing her finger at him. She didn’t have to say it twice. Bucky had been wanting to kiss her for a long time and just like with the dancing, proved to be very skilled.

“That good enough for Ya?” He finally asked.

“It’s a great start,” she whispered as she caught her breath.

Across the room, their friends looked on in amusement and approval.

“Nice work,” Steve told his girlfriend, who was looking very pleased with herself. “I thought you’d have to lock them in a closet or something.”

“Don’t think that wasn’t on the table if they kept being oblivious or Barnes refused to show up tonight,” Natasha admitted. “And I used to think YOU were the stubborn one.”

Steve laughed.

“You’re my favorite Disney prince, Bucky Barnes,” Darcy told him as they swayed together to a slow song.

“Just don’t expect me to sing or talk to chipmunks,” he muttered playfully. “Gotta draw the line somewhere.”

#wintershock #fluff #Disney inspired #darcy lewis #Bucky Barnes #I just watched enchanted

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mcwriting · 4 years

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The Marriage Project (4)

Hi everyone! Sorry this came late! I was soooo busy this week that I had to push this chapter back but I’m hoping to drop chapter 5 on Friday next week like normal. As listed in the warnings, this chapter has some heavier topics than the other 3 but the scene is relatively mild and not too descriptive.

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Word Count: 2808

Warnings: Mentions of verbal s*exual harassment, mentions of fighting/injury, strong language, angst

% approximately the last weekend in September %

You sat at the back of the team bus on the way to the hotel, since the tournament was all day Saturday. You shared a row with Julia and was working on some calculus homework and listening to music while she talked to someone across the aisle.

When you finished, you took out your headphones and looked over at her. She was now playing on her phone.

“Hey, do you wanna bunk together tonight? I don’t feel like sharing a bed with Emily this week.” you whispered, making sure the freshman sitting a few rows up couldn’t hear you.

“Yeah sure. I was actually gonna ask you the same anyways.”

You were one of only two seniors on the team, so you and the other senior, Anna, were asked to split up and chaperone the girls whose parents weren’t coming to the tournament. Both of your rooms had three other people.

Once the team got checked into the hotel, you all went to dinner at a nearby chain restaurant where you, Julia, Anna, and a few other girls sat at a table together joking around.

After dinner, the team headed back to the hotel and were allowed to either hang in the lobby or your rooms, so long as you weren’t disruptive and stayed in pairs. You stayed in the lobby for a while but decided to go prepare for bed around 10.

Julia tagged along as your buddy, not saying much as you rode the elevator up.

After changing and brushing your teeth, you sat at one corner of the bed looking into a wall-mounted mirror as you combed your hair to pull it into a braid. Julia had been watching the TV when she piped up.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?” you didn’t look back at her.

“What’s going on between you and Tom?”

You paused mid-braid, then continued.

“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed as you finished off the braid, wrapping the end with a hair tie.

“It’s just… you guys have seemed super close lately, and Sam said you’re at their house pretty much every weekend now. I thought you guys hated each other or something.”

You turned your body to look at her.

“Uhhhh we definitely still hate each other. We’re just partnered up for this semester-long marriage project in home ec. It’s whatever.”

“Oh. Okay then. It just seemed like something else I guess.”

Something else?

“Wait, what are you trying to say? Do you think we’re, like, dating or something?”

“Well you guys go to almost every one of each other’s games. And Sam said their mom loves you so it just seemed like… I don’t know.”

“Whoever thinks we more than hate each other is wrong. Just the idea of him and I together grosses me out so much. Once this semester is over, he and I probably won’t speak to each other again until the day I’m chosen valedictorian over him.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let Sam kn-”

She was cut off by the sound of the door opening as the two freshman girls who were taking the other bed came in giggling.

Glad to finally be out of that conversation.

After a few more random conversations, you all decided to go to bed and rest up for the tournament early the next morning.

It’s when you rolled over onto your side to face the wall that thoughts of your conversation with Julia began racing. Did people really think something other than a fake marriage was going on with Tom?

Exhaustion got the best of you before you could dwell on it further.

You sat in calculus Monday morning listening to the announcements. Your name and a couple others were listed off from the winning sports. The team had won, and you’d gotten tournament MVP.

The class congratulated you, so you jokingly did a royal wave around the room, stopping to look at Tom.

“That’s how it’s done. You guys may have won too, but I think I beat you out this time.”

“Yeah, good job.”

What. Why was he congratulating you?

“Uhhh. You don’t have anything else to say? No insult, no witty clapback? Who are you and what have you done to the Tom Holland I know and hate?”

He shrugged.

“I just don’t have anything negative to say. I mean, you got MVP and the team won. That’s pretty impressive.”

Now you knew something was up. In all your years of knowing Tom, he’d never been this nice. Sure, he’d sometimes say “nice shot!” when you scored more than one goal in soccer but he usually was able to find a way to pick on you at the same time.

You were working on a new sewing project in home ec later, sharing what happened with Alexis.

“Maybe he’s just not feeling well or something? He probably just couldn’t think up something fast enough,” she suggested.

“You don’t get it, Lex. It was so not like him. After Thursday, and what Julia said Friday night, something weird is going on, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”

Wondering if anything was out of the ordinary with him now, you looked over to where he was, only to find him looking back at you.

Weird.

In senior art that afternoon, you worked on an acrylic beach landscape you’d been doing with a palette knife.

You were listening to music and intently focused when you felt a presence loom over you and noticed a hand resting on either side of you.

You ripped out an earbud and turned to see Tom leaning over your seated position, looking at your artwork.

“What the- Tom! What in the hell are you doing?” you pushed him off you and he stepped next to your chair, arms folded over his chest.

“Just looking to see how you were doing, princess. I think it needs a sailboat.”

“Okay first of all I’m not even done but like… why were you leaning over me like that? I was kinda in my zone there.”

He uncrossed his arms and pointed one had around the canvas.

“Well I was mostly coming over to say you had a little something right,” he poked a finger from his other hand onto your nose, leaving a dot of paint, “there.”

“Thomas Holland. If you don’t get the hell away from me and my artwork right this second I will literally beat you up in front of this entire class. You know it’s true too.” you threatened through grinding teeth.

“Are we having a problem over here?” your art teacher interjected, causing you to both look at her. You pointed at your nose.

“Mr. Holland here doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“Tom. You know how I feel about messing around with art supplies. Now go sit down, you still have a lot to go on your own painting.”

He sighed and headed back to his seat.

“Y/n, why don’t you go wash that off real quick. I’ll keep an eye on your canvas for you.”

You got up, brushing past Tom. First, he’d been super nice this morning, and now he was putting paint on your nose like a little kid?

It was infuriating to think about.

Wednesday, it was like he was even worse.

He flipped between being the nicest guy ever to trying to humiliate you every chance he got.

The final straw was during your free period when you’d typically have volleyball practice (it was a game day). You’d walked by some of the football team who were practicing on the field and some players tried to catcall you, yelling disgusting sexist comments and whistling. Instead of sticking up for you, Tom just looked at you sheepishly as they laughed.

You just stuck up a middle finger and kept walking, as you were running errands for your volleyball coach and didn’t want to be too long.

After school, you stormed out of the school building and caught sight of him leaning against his car talking to a few of the guys from before as his brothers stood around nearby.

When you were about 20 feet away when you yelled out at him.

“Hey Tom! What the hell?”

His conversation paused and he turned to you. The other guys laughed and waved him bye as you approached.

“I’m sorry, but what?” he asked when you reached his car. You tossed your volleyball bag onto the asphalt.

“What is wrong with you? First you’re super nice to me, then I catch you staring at me in class and then the whole paint thing, and that was just Monday. Then today you flip from nice to asshole, and just sit idly by when your friends fucking harass me!?”

“I was just messing around like we always do! And come on, it was just a whistle and a couple jokes, y/n.”

“That’s the thing! It’s not just a whistle or a joke! Call it that when you read the countless stories of women who are attacked for simply ignoring a guy or trying to stand up for herself! I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BEG YOU AND EVERY OTHER MAN FOR SOME SIMPLE RESPECT!” you were yelling and breathing hard. “I guess I thought that after the past few weeks we had come to some kind of an understanding, but apparently I was wrong. You’re still the biggest asshole I know.”

“Y/n, please. You know I would never do anything to actually harm you, right? I’ll talk to the guys and figure it out. I mean, what else do you want me to do?”

“Maybe we should get a ‘divorce’ on this stupid project. It’s obviously not working out,” you spat.

“I- okay.”

You were taken aback. Did he really just agree?

“Okay? That’s all you have to say? You really want to go through with it?”

“Well, if it’s what you feel is best, I’m not going to stop you from talking to Mrs. Flynn.”

“Okay, then. I’ll see what she wants us to do.” you said, much more calmly.

With that, you picked up your bag and walked off, wanting to cool down before your game.

“Damn, Tom. That’s rough,” Harry said once you were out of earshot.

“Yeah, dude. You should’ve stood up for her. That’s not cool,” Sam added.

Tom hung his head for a minute, not sure what to think, then straightened up, shaking it angrily.

“You’re right. She’s right. I need to find those guys.”

Things had cooled down for you by the time you’d eaten a snack and hung out with some of the team for a little bit. You didn’t tell anyone what had happened, but by the way Julia kept looking at you, you figured Sam had told her.

An hour before game time, you went to go put on your kneepads and volleyball shoes. As you passed through the gym, Julia hopped up from her seat next to her boyfriend and rushed up to you.

“Whatever Sam said, I’m over it now. I’m just going to channel it into the game” you told her before she could get a word out.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Sam said you seemed pretty shaken up.”

“Look, jules, I know you’re trying to help, but now isn’t the time. I just need to focus on one thing at a time, okay? Let’s just win this and then maybe later we can talk.”

You sped up past her to where the group was in a circle, already doing stretches. You felt bad for blowing her off, but you had other things to worry about.

Your team lost the first set for the first time all season. You just couldn’t get your head in the game. You had fumbled a few sets and sent your hand into the net while hitting not once, but twice. You’d even sent a serve straight back to the wall on the other side of the gym.

You were now sitting on the bench listening to your coach yell at you, taking it all in. You were looking at her directly when a figure coming through the door caught your eye. It was Tom.

You tried to pay attention to coach, but the second she turned her attention to someone else, you glanced at him sitting by his brother.

His lip was split and he caressed one hand in the other. His hair was also all over the place and one cheek swelled slightly.

Did he get into a fight?

Even though you were still mad, something inside you appreciated his presence. You also felt concerned, but obviously couldn’t do anything about it from the bench.

You instead decided to do what you knew best, which was win. The team came back in the end and did just that. A few people were congratulating you when you saw Tom and Sam leave the gym.

“Uh, sorry guys but I need to go do something. See y’all tomorrow though!”

You jogged into the hall, frantically looking both ways before seeing them.

“Wait! Tom!” you called, running to catch up with them. They stopped, Tom not making eye contact with you when he turned as Sam watched cautiously.

He looked worse up close.

Where his cheek had only seemed swollen before, now there was a blue and purple bruise beginning to form, surrounded by pink inflamed tissue. His bottom lip also was red and puffy around the split, and when you glanced at his hands you noticed the darker bruises on each knuckle.

“Tom…” you said softly, scanning him. “Are you okay?”

“What does it matter to you? We hate each other don’t we?”

Sam took that as his cue to go back to the gym, you assumed to find Julia.

You let out a sigh and looked away.

“I don’t ‘hate you’ hate you. Yeah I hate when you’re better than me at something or you’re acting like a douchebag, but I don’t, like, want you dead or anything. I mean, you know that, right?”

You searched his face for a sign that he was getting you. After a few seconds of him staring at the ground nervously tapping his foot, he replied.

“Well I don’t hate you either! Yeah, you can have an ego and it gets on my nerves, but I’ve always thought we had just a playful hate-love thing. Like… I don’t know... Doofensmirtz and Perry the Platypus.”

You let out a chuckle at that one.

“That… actually. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. I never actually wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry that I did but what you did today was so not cool, man. I thought we at least tried to look out for each other a little bit. That stuff hurts. A lot. Because being a woman means I don’t know when it might cost me more than just being the butt of a joke.”

“I realize that now, and I’m so sorry for trying to trivialize you. I didn’t really think about it in the moment because it’s never affected me. I might be in trouble tomorrow because of it, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“After you left, I was so mad at myself. I marched straight over to the guys, who were then trying to laugh about you coming to talk to me, and I just… swung right on Harrison. He’s the first guy that whistled.”

“Tom…”

“And then I may have gone after the other two while I was at it. They tried to fight back, which is why my face looks like this, and I just went nuts. They gave up after realizing I wasn’t gonna back down.”

You tried to hold back tears. You always knew in the back of your mind that Tom cared a little bit, but not like this. One slipped out onto your cheek.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, trying to keep a steady voice. He reached out and brushed his thumb over your tear.

“Yes I did. Who else was going to teach those dickheads, huh? Obviously no one else in their lives have cared to.”

“Well thank you. It means a lot… and I didn’t go talk to Mrs. Flynn after our little spat outside. I wouldn’t mind staying as your ‘bride,’ if you’ll have me.”

He looked at you skeptically for a few seconds then smiled.

“Yeah, alright,” he pulled his necklace from his shirt. “Who else would rub icy hot on my back and make pie with my mom?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of the first one,” you laughed.

After a few seconds, you held out your arms.

“We good?”

He grinned, taking your offer for a hug and wrapping his own arms around you.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Like I’ve mentioned in the past, this will not be the last of heavy topics and some future scenes will actually be more descriptive, but I will make it explicitly clear where those scene are so you can have discretion. Love you all so much!

Tag List: @jackiehollanderr, @one-big-fangirl, @l0lmk, @primadonnasdream, @bookworm06, @thenoddingbunny-blog, @agentnataliahofferson

#The Marriage Project #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #Harry Holland #sam holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland au

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nooneactuallyasked · 3 years

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 10

Requested: It’s a series, there are no requests here!

Word count: 1,088

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: I’m back! Sorry, I had catch up on school work but luckily I have a week off now so more time to write. We’re also nearing the end which makes me really sad lmao (if you have any requests or suggestions for other things to write about let a girl know lol)

I felt like adding more to the diner staff because it’s meant to be like a family but you only know some names and that Sam is the best character here- Caleb as Mother Gothel is my new favourite thing btw I have way too many Willex/Tangled headcanons for no reason lmao

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Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

Part 6 here Part 6.5 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here

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Y/N absent-mindedly stirred a cup of coffee, staring into space as her co-workers observed her from afar. “Is- is she okay?” Sam whispered to Noelle who turned to glare at him incredulously, “You’re not serious, are you? She looks like her pet hamster was just taken for ransom and killed right after she handed over the money- what do you mean is she okay, of course not!” Sam raised their hands in defence, “Alright chill, I was just asking because if were to ask her I would straight up die. You girls are fucking scary.” You could almost hear the snaps of necks as all the female staff turned to glare at them. Noelle jabbed her finger into their chest, leaning close to their face. “Now you listen to me, Sammy, you haven’t seen scary and you best hope you never do. Now stop gawking and do your work!” She stepped back and went to pick up an order from the counter. Sam gulped and looked away, “That was kinda hot. Scary, but crazy attractive…” Casey raises an eyebrow and steps away from her observing point, “Okay, we get it, you’re a simp, get back to work before she actually gets mad.” Sam nodded frantically, saluting her before running to take orders.

Casey sighed, “I’m like a single mother but without the commitment of having real kids.” She turned to look back at Y/N, “And now time to sort this mess out.” Casey made her way over to the counter and started messing around with the ketchup and mustard bottles, “So, Doll, you gonna stay here feeling sorry for yourself or tell me what’s going on with you?”

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Y/N sat in the break room, after hours once again due to Caleb. “Okay, Y/N, we’re gonna fix this, we’ll sort it out just fine! The only problem is the whole possession thing, I have no clue how that stuff works. If I can find a way around that then we should be fine…would an exorcism work?” Y/N tenses when she hears chuckling from behind her, “I hope you aren’t planning on getting rid of me, Diner Gal.” She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, all the tension flooding out of her body, “Hey, Leather Boy. No, I’ve got other ghostly problems other than just you.” Reggie frowned, he may be an airhead sometimes but he liked to believe he was at least a bit perceptive of other’s emotions so he decided to try and cheer her up anyway he could.

Reggie gasped, raising a hand to his heart feigning offence, “Are you cheating on me? I thought I was your only ghost problem.” He started panicking when he saw her shoulders start shaking, was Y/N crying? How do you comfort a crying girl and not make her even more upset? “Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Y/N quickly turned to look at him, “Sorry? For what? Oh” “Okay, so not that perceptive with emotions…” He muttered to himself, Y/N furrowed her eyebrows but shrugged it off

“Anyway, what are your ghostly troubles? Perhaps I could help since I do happen to be of the ghostly variety.” Y/N hesitated before blurting out her troubles, “OkaysotheresthisweirdghostmancalledCalebandhespossessingCalandIdontknowwhattodosoifyouhaveanyideasonhowtohelppleasetellme-“

“Okay, I know I’m a fast talker but I don’t speed Sonic the Hedgehog so slow down and I’ll help out as best as I can, alright?” Y/N nodded, suddenly taking great interest in the skin around her fingernails, “So, um, there’s this ghost dude who is possessing Cal, he said his name was Caleb and that I either have to make a deal with him or I’ll lose Cal forever.” But if I do that I’ll lose you too-

“Wow, that is rough. Um, okay, I’ll get Alex to ask his boyfriend if there’s anything we can do to help Cal. Just, don’t worry about it too much, we’ll get through this.” Y/N sniffed, feeling her eyes start to water, “We? You’ll really help me?” Reggie’s gaze softened and he took both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “Of course I will, I’d never make you deal with this by yourself, and hey, now we know why Cal was loading you up with extra work!” Y/N chuckled, turning her gaze toward their intertwined hands, “Thanks, Reg. That means a lot.” She smiled up at him as Reggie’s face and tips of his ears turned red, “You okay? You’re uh-“ She took one of her hands away from his grip and gestured towards her face. Reggie looked away, his blush worsening, “Point is, I’m here for you, so don’t worry! I’m gonna go ask Alex’s boyfriend for help but I’ll see you later.”

Y/N nodded as she moved away, giving him space to poof, “Right, see ya later.” Reggie held her gaze for a few more seconds before waving and poofing out.

“Well, I thought he’d never leave!”

Y/N spun around to face the purple-clad puppeteer she’d come to know as Caleb, “You. What do you want now?” She was met with a sinister laugh, one that she was quickly growing tired of. “My dear, I’m simply here to drop off something that will, when signed, make our deal permanent and binding.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “And exactly why would I sign that?” She shivered as the slightly tense atmosphere turned frigid, if the feeling before could be described as a muddy red, agitated but otherwise harmless, this feeling was a piercing blue, capable of cutting through a person and freezing them in place. “Listen here, girlie. If you ever want to see your precious Cal again you’ll have this signed before the end of the boys little performance on Friday. Is that clear?” Y/N swallowed before meeting his penetrating stare, “Crystal.”

“Perfect, I’m glad there are no misunderstanding between us, I wouldn’t want to accidentally lose Cal’s soul whilst I’m possessing him.” Y/N stared him down, hoping her glower had at least some effect on him. “You wouldn’t dare-“ “Darling, in case you hadn’t noticed, you hold no power over me and saying something as pointless as that won’t change anything. Now, here’s my contract. Do think over it, won’t you?” He placed it on the nearest surface before disappearing in a poof of black smoke. “Fucking dramatic ass bitch.”

Y/N ran a hand over her face, groaning at the thought of more problems being added onto her already comically long list. “I hope Leather Boy’s friend has some answers or I’m fucking done for…”

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glitchyfrills · 3 years

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Has it been over two weeks since Last Day part 1 came out? Yes. Did I mean to send this ask back when it was posted? Also yes. Anyways, Last Day part 1! The drama, the fighting, the sibling bonding time! I really like how you've connected the story to the videos (I mean that is how this all started lol). Yay Samantha did it, she became an intern! When she said she was lonely eating lunch, I thought about Miles. Also her concern over Shawn's eating and drinking habits was heartwarming. It's great that she cares so much about him and looks up to him as well. Miles POV!! I thought that was pretty neat. And Miles helping out Sam by getting Shawn was nice. Oh no Shawn's angry. Hugs! The three of them talking and hugging was so cute, I love all of their interactions. Sam and Miles becoming friends! Miles' pun about "gofer a tour" was great. Also, the tour! A nice start to a good friendship. Overall, I really liked this part (if you couldn't tell by this long as heck ask) and I can't wait to see what you come up with next!! 💚🌌

Oh my gosh it’s been so long since I’ve updated or posted anything lol. But it’s OKAY! *breath in and out* ITS OKAY!

Anyhoo... the response to this story/part has been so encouraging. Since it’s not entirely Shawn Flynn/Darkiplier focused I had some concerns. But I’m building a world here and so far it’s been welcomed and that makes me smile because I love this AU world and the characters that live in it.

And of course! I was happy that the video fit the situation. A year ago I was writing parts of a story that were very heavily inspired by tiktoks made by @cuttyren and @mythicalitycosplay. It’s nice to go back to the roots of what started The Bent Universe. It’s a bonus that it’s expanded as much as it has video/TikTok wise. That’s what made Please, Take It so fun to write and read (at least in my opinion). You could actually see parts of what was happening in the story acted out.

The interactions these characters have have been so nice and sweet to write. Simple but heart warming. And writing Shawn as an angry/defensive older brother is just so much fun.

I’m going to tell you a secret.... *whispers* I didn’t intend for that to be a pun.

lol But the fact that it’s read as one is just perfection and honestly very Miles. So it’s natural. Yay!

Samantha and Miles’ friendship is something I’m looking forward to writing and developing. I’ve been viewing/reading about so many different kinds of friendships and I can’t wait to see how this one turns out. So far it’s been a sweet one.

Hopefully something new is posted. I wrote a bit today/yesterday so... PROGRESS!

Sending all the light and good vibes!✨

-Glitchy💚

#writing #ask glitchy #ask #glitchy answers #answer #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the ink machine au #the bent universe #au #batim au #batim #shawn flynn #darkiplier #Samantha Flynn #miles bentley #please take it

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440mxs-wife · 4 years

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Book Club

You walked into the library to find a new book. You had just finished a murder-mystery that was well-written, but now you wanted something different. Maybe one of the classics, like Pride and Prejudice, or The Great Gatsby. Perhaps a spy-thriller like Vince Flynn was known for, or something by Stephen King. You also had a soft spot for those sappy romance novels every once in a while, but you knew you wouldn't find that in this library.

As you had found in your past exploration of the library, all of the fiction books were kept on the uppermost shelves. That meant using the ladder, and you were a little afraid of heights. You were craving an introduction of new fictional characters, so up the ladder you went.

Your eyes settled on a book called Out of Time, by Monique Martin. It followed a college professor and his female research assistant. By manipulating a magical pocket watch, they are able to move through time, having various adventures. There were nine other books in the series, so you figured you should have plenty to read for a while.

You were reading the inside cover of the book as you descended the ladder. Near the bottom, your foot slipped on one of the rungs. Fortunately, Sam was passing through the library and saw you start to fall, arriving in the nick of time to catch you.

"Thank you, Sam! Guess I should've paid better attention to the ladder instead of this book," you mused. You slung one arm around his neck, batted your eyes and said, "My hero!"

Sam threw his head back and laughed at your silliness. "At your service, milady," he quipped.

Looking into his warm, hazel eyes, your face started to feel a little flushed. "Um, Sam? Can you please put me down? I think I'm okay to walk now. I can't wait to start this book!" Sam gently returned your feet to solid ground and you flashed him a grateful smile and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you!" you threw over your shoulder as you ran to your room for your favorite blanket to snuggle with in your reading chair.

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Sam was on his way to the kitchen by way of the library when he saw you perusing the fiction books on the top shelves. He loved to read, not just for research, and he was glad that you loved to do both almost as much as he did.

There were so many times that he stopped plunking away on his laptop to watch you as you thumbed through a lore book. How your hazel eyes darted back and forth, scanning for any useful information for their latest case. Your furrowed eyebrows when you were trying to make sense of some ancient language. The way you would sometimes fall asleep while reading, your long and delicate eyelashes gently brushing your face.

When he entered the library, you were standing near the top of the ladder, hands on your hips as you looked through the books. You finally settled on one, and began reading the inside jacket while you went down the ladder. Sam started towards you, knowing that your distraction may cause you to fall off and get hurt. Sure enough, your foot slipped on one of the last rungs, and he was there to catch you.

It felt good to hold you in his arms, something he'd had dreams about, though not all of those dreams were as chaste as this encounter. As Sam gently lowered you back onto your feet, you smiled in gratitude and kissed his cheek. He felt a spark where your soft lips made contact with his skin, and he found that he wouldn't mind if you did that again.

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You brought out your favorite blanket from your room, and went back to the library. You found your favorite chair and settled into it sideways. Your back was against one arm, your legs were dangling over the other and your blanket was covering your lower half.

After you had been reading for about an hour, you started to think about some sort of refreshment. As if on cue, Sam brought you a cup of orange cinnamon tea, your favorite. He smiled as he carefully set the teacup on the small table next to you. "That was very thoughtful of you, Sam, thank you. I hope it wasn't too much trouble," you said.

"No trouble at all, I was already making some hot chocolate for myself, so I had the hot water from the teakettle left over for your tea," Sam replied. "Enjoy", he said with a smile as he moved over to one of the tables with his laptop.

The rhythmic clacking of the laptop keys and the warmth from the tea eventually caused your eyelids to droop a little. Soon, you gave in to the need for sleep and closed your eyes, your book still open to the page you were reading.

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Sam paused in his research to steal a glance at you reading in your chair. He chuckled softly at your sleeping form, your chest gracefully rising and falling with each breath. You had forgotten to close your book before dozing off, so Sam found your bookmark to keep your place. He gently tugged the book out of your delicate but capable hands, placed the bookmark and closed the book.

First the book, now the reader. He tried to nudge you awake so that you could go back to your room and fall back to sleep in the comfort of your own bed, but you refused. He shook his head and decided to scoop you up and take you there himself.

Once in your room, he pulled back the covers enough to get you under them, then he removed your slippers. Sam pulled the blankets up around you and before he left, he kissed your forehead, which put a smile on your face. Just before he closed the door, he thought he heard you say, "Good night, Sam. I love you." He froze, not sure if you were dreaming or if you were conscious of what you were saying. Either way, he found that he didn't really care. Sam grinned and blew you a kiss, then closed your door.

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The next morning, you woke up in your bed, but couldn't remember how you got there. Last thing you remember is Sam bringing you a cup of your favorite tea. Then, he got to work on his laptop, looking for the next case. Could Sam have helped you in here and then put you to bed? You decided to ask him at breakfast to help you fill in the gaps in your memory of last night.

After your shower, you picked out your favorite pair of faded blue jeans, your black scoop neck T-shirt and red flannel overshirt. Converse sneakers completed the outfit and soon you were on your way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

You were feeling kind of ambitious today, so you decided to make French toast with sausages. In your largest mixing bowl, you combined eggs, some milk, cinnamon and a smidge of vanilla. You counted out the number of slices of bread you would need and started soaking them in the egg-and-milk batter.

Sam strolled into the kitchen, lured by the smell of the cinnamon. "Something smells really great in here," he remarked. "Whatcha up to?" he asked.

"Making French toast, and there are some microwaveable sausage links in the freezer. Would you mind putting them on a plate and getting them ready to be cooked, please?" you asked.

"Sure," said Sam, who seemed genuinely eager to help. "Let me make some coffee first, then I’ll move on to the sausages," he suggested.

"Fine by me, it's all part of the finished product. Thank you for your help, Sam," you replied.

Sam flashed you a shy smile as he arranged the sausage links on a plate. While he was in the cupboard, he also took out three plates for you, him and Dean. On his way to the microwave, he put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "This French toast already smells amazing. Can't wait to have some," he said close to your ear, giving you goosebumps.

You found it difficult to regain your focus on making breakfast, but eventually your heart rate resumed a normal level. You watched as Sam's lean frame moved effortlessly around the kitchen. He brought out the mugs for coffee, including your favorite one of Marvin the Martian from Looney Tunes. He made sure your favorite creamer was on the table.

After the table was set, Sam waited for the microwave to finish cooking the sausages. You were so captivated by his movements that you didn't notice how close your hand was to the hot griddle. When your fingers touched the hot surface, you yanked them back and yelped in pain. Sam was by your side in an instant, surveying the injury. He took your hand and ran your fingers under cold water to soothe the burn.

"I don't know what caused me to burn myself like that. I'm usually very careful," you muttered.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I think you'll survive, since it's not a fatal wound," Sam teased.

"Ha, ha, very funny," you stuck out your tongue at him, then grinned. You gathered two of the three plates of French toast and put some aluminum foil over the plate for Dean. After setting a plate in front of Sam, you looked for the syrup, but didn't see it. Sam must have read your mind, because he jumped up to get it for you. While he did that, you poured coffee for the two of you.

Finally, everything was on the table. After drizzling the syrup, you grinned at each other, then dug into the steamy stacks of French toast. You closed your eyes and savored the taste combination of bread, egg, milk, cinnamon and vanilla.

"This is fantastic, the best French toast I've ever had," Sam gushed.

"I'm glad you like it, I'll have to make it more often, then," you promised. "Thank you for the tea last night, it was really relaxing. In fact, I think I fell asleep reading, but I don't remember how I got to my room. Did I sleepwalk back to my room?" you asked.

"Um, no, you didn't sleepwalk, but I made sure you got back to your room all right," Sam replied.

At that moment, Dean walked into the kitchen, having smelled the cinnamon from the French toast. He found his plate on the counter and joined you at the table. He then put several sausage links next to the stack of French toast and started eating.

As you took your dirty dishes to the sink, you brought Dean his coffee mug and poured some coffee. "Ah, thank you sweetheart," he said as you offered Sam a refill on his coffee.

You couldn't be sure, but you thought you saw a flicker of jealousy on Sam's face when Dean called you "sweetheart". Before exiting the kitchen, you put your hand on Sam's shoulder and rubbed it back and forth. When he turned to look in your eyes, you thanked him for his help this morning and last night. Then you gave him a smile and a wink as you walked towards the library.

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As you left the kitchen, Sam's gaze followed you. Afterwards, he noticed a knowing smirk on Dean's face. "What, Dean?"

"Sammy, look at you, being so helpful," Dean teased. "What did you two do last night?" he asked.

"Shut up, Dean. Nothing, we didn't do anything," Sam retorted.

"Then what was she thanking you for, brother?" Dean persisted.

"All right, last night, she was looking for something to read on one of the top shelves. She was coming down the ladder and her foot slipped, so I caught her before she fell. Then I brought her some tea while she was reading, so she didn't have to get it herself. And this morning, she accidentally burned her fingers making breakfast, so I ran them under cold water for her. Are you done interrogating me now?" Sam fumed.

"Sounds like someone has a crush on someone else," Dean smirked. "I mean, she's pretty and all, I guess, but she's kind of a book-nerd if you ask me."

"She may be a 'book-nerd' to you, but to me, she's more than that," Sam murmured. So much more, he thought to himself.

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Later that afternoon, Dean announced that he had found a case. One of you figured out that it was a vengeful spirit that drew its power from some ancient symbols. You and Sam got to work researching, trying to figure out how to kill it.

You pulled several books from the shelf, while Sam stuck to his laptop. As the day wore on, you could feel yourself getting closer to the answer, but you weren't quite there. You took a quick break for dinner, then returned to your research materials.

A couple of hours later, you stumbled upon some pictures that matched the ancient symbols from which the vengeful spirit was drawing his power. "Aha!" you exclaimed in triumph.

"Find something?" Sam asked. You frantically gestured for him to look over your shoulder at what you had found. When he came over, he took the chair next to you and draped one arm over the back of your chair as you explained what the symbols meant. More importantly, you told him how to reduce their power so you could defeat the vengeful spirit.

"So, this is all we need to do? That doesn't sound too difficult. Nice work finding that info!" Sam congratulated you, squeezing your shoulder.

"Thank you, Sam!" you replied, turning your head to look at Sam. Only problem is, your lips ran right into his. They were as wonderful as you had imagined, firm, yet also yielding, moving slowly against yours. Sam's eyes snapped open as he realized what just happened. "Um...." he started. "Wow," you responded.

"Yeah, about that....I just remembered something. Keep reading and I'll let Dean know what you found," Sam sputtered as he rushed out of the library towards his room.

You touched your tingling lips where Sam's had been only moments before. Then you thought about his hasty retreat and wondered if he had now changed his mind. It was an accident, kissing him like that, but you couldn't deny that it felt so right, perfect even.

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Oh Chuck. What have I done? Sam asked himself. Now she knows how I feel about her, and our friendship is probably ruined. Or, at the very least, it'll be awkward from here on out. I need to talk to Dean.

Sam caught his brother's eye across the library and motioned for him to come over and talk.

"What's going on, Sam? Why aren't you over there researching?" Dean asked.

"Something happened earlier when we were researching for the new case. She was showing me something in the book about the power symbols. She turned to look at me and our mouths ran into each other. As lame as that sounds, that's what happened," Sam explained.

Dean looked at his brother for a few seconds then busted out laughing. Sam started getting annoyed, not exactly seeing the humor in the situation. "It's not funny, Dean! Now she knows how I feel about her, which is going to make things awkward. I think I'd better leave the research to you. I can't trust myself to be alone with her," Sam finished, stepping back into his room.

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After solving the vengeful spirit case, you couldn't help but notice that Sam was doing everything he could to avoid you. If you came into the room, he made some excuse to be elsewhere. He hardly said two words at a time to you, and that was only if you said something first. The only time he could seem to tolerate your presence was when you were researching a case. Finally you'd had enough. You were going to get him to talk about what was bothering him, no matter what or how long it took.

One night, Sam was sitting on the couch, reading one of his favorite books. You brought your newest book selection from your room, along with your blanket. Instead of curling up in your usual chair, you picked a spot on the couch next to Sam. You opened your book, took out the bookmark and started reading, paying no attention to Sam whatsoever. He looked at you and asked, "Why are you sitting so close to me? There's all this space on the couch, and you're practically in my lap!"

Without looking up from your book, you replied, "The lighting's better right here where you're sitting. I'm just trying not to ruin my eyes, Sam."

"Whatever," he grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

You slammed your book closed. "All right, Sam. Out with it. What have I done to make you so angry with me? Do you hate me for some reason?"

Sam slammed his book closed as well. "Hate you?!? How in the world could you ever think that??" he exclaimed.

"Because lately you can't stand to be in the same room with me for longer than five minutes, and you don't talk to me unless I talk to you first. The only time you tolerate being around me is when we're working on a case. So, what's going on?" you asked.

Sam looked like he wanted to tell you something, but for some reason he kept silent.

"Please tell me what it is," you pleaded, putting a hand on his arm. "You can tell me anything, you know," you replied softly. "Maybe I should start by telling you something. That night I picked out that new book and fell asleep in my chair while reading it? I remember how I got back to my room, Sam. I know you tried to wake me up but you couldn't, so you carried me into my room. I also remember what I said, do you?" you asked.

Sam nodded. "You said goodnight as I walked out the door," he answered.

"I also said, 'I love you, Sam'. And I meant it," you admitted as you looked up to meet his gaze. You reached up and placed your hand on Sam's cheek, stroking it with your thumb. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes.

Sam covered your hand with his and brought it down to rest between the two of you. "I could never hate you. I'm sorry I've been so distant lately. Remember what happened that night when we were researching for that vengeful spirit?" You nodded. "I ran off because I thought that by kissing you, I had somehow ruined our friendship. I value that above all, it's very important to me.

"At the time, I didn't know how you felt. All I could think of was how awkward it could become between us, if we weren't on the same page," Sam explained.

"I understand. But Sam, you don't have anything to worry about. Our friendship is also very important to me. I hope we're on the same page now, when I say I'd like us to be more than friends," you replied.

Sam cupped his hand behind your head and brought you closer so that your lips met again. Softly at first, then the kiss turned a little deeper. Your mouths moved against each other in perfect harmony, tongues battling for control.

"Does this answer your question, baby?" Sam whispered, breaking the kiss. You nodded slowly before pulling him closer for another kiss.

"Whoo, Sammy! Get some!" Dean called as he passed through the library.

You tossed a pillow at Dean, then turned your attention back to Sam. You picked up his book to see what he was reading. "You're reading Where the Red Fern Grows"? He nodded. "I loved that book growing up, it was one of my favorites. Will you please read it to me?" you asked.

"Anything for you, my love," Sam grinned, touching your forehead to his. You curled up on the couch, resting your head on Sam's left thigh. He held the book in his right hand, draped his left arm along your side and held your hand, intertwining your fingers. You closed your eyes and smiled at the deep, rich sound of Sam's voice. This is perfect, you thought to yourself.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #spn imagine #spn fluff #supernatural

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malxplrs · 4 years

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Part One: Dreams Do Come True

Disneyland is said to be 'The Happiest Place on Earth'. I guess it could be if you weren't stuck inside the Pluto suit, posing for pictures, in 104 degree weather, and your break wasn't two hours away.

Oh look honey, Pluto!" Another eager mom shouts as she rushes to get her over-heated, annoyed child to me. "Pluto, could you spare a moment of your time for a picture? You're his absolute favorite character!" Her child's face says otherwise and of course they all say you're their favorite until they run into Cinderella or Flynn Rider. One hour and fifty three minutes till break though, I guess posing for the overzealous mother and bored child wouldn't kill me, right?

As much as I'd rather snap my own neck than stand in this heat any longer for pictures (that will probably sit in the album on her phone for three months before finally being uploaded to Facebook), I shake my head yes and wave my arms around before placing them on the young boys shoulders and crouching down. He throws on a fake smile to please his mother and she snaps a few pictures before asking a stranger to take a few with her in them. As they walk away I wave to them and make my way to Peter Pan's rock. It's almost story time, which means the kids who aren't on rides or in lines, are listening to the amazing adventures of Tink, Peter, and Hook. And it also means I can stand in the shade of the tree behind the rock, take a somewhat breather before it's over and I'm back in the heat.

Once I make it to the rock, 'Peter' hops on top of it and points to me, "Ahh, it seems as if Pluto has found his way to his favorite shade tree!" I would love to retaliate by shooting a bird, but I act bashful and wave and move off into the shade from the tree. I settle in against the trunk and wait for his story to begin.

Colby and I have always been great friends. We moved from Kansas to California three years ago with another friend, Sam, hoping we would get somewhere. We tried YouTube and for a while it worked for us. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to bring in an honest living wage. We wandered around the state in a bit of a depression, torn between couch surfing or just going back home. Colby suggested we just take a break and visit Disneyland, no harm done, right? Wrong. While waiting in line for one of the rides, a kid had started losing his shit. I didn’t blame him. The lines were long and there wasn’t much to keep you distracted. I felt bad as his parents tried anything and everything to get him to calm down. Lucky for the kid (and his parents), Colby knew a lot about Disney and began to tell him some wild story involving Peter Pan. Apparently someone high on the casting committee had heard him and Colby was offered a job on the spot.

A back up Peter. He alternated with the main guy for a few months before the poor dip was rushed into the emergency room. Opiate overdose. They saved his life but he was fired on the spot. Imagine almost losing your life and the first thing Disney hits you with is a big fat termination and a get well soon card signed by your replacement. Colby felt like shit about it for weeks.

Sam and I, on the other hand, had tried to stay away from Disneyland. I just couldn't see myself in tights, parading around making up nonsense. And Sam refused to work for the “evil mouse corporation”. Unfortunately for us, finding a job in California proved to be a lot harder than expected. Colby talked to his boss about our situation and he agreed to give us a position.

Thinking I would get something easy like, Prince Charming, or maybe John Smith, I strutted into the casting room like I owned the place. Colby failed to tell me that the only thing they had open was a mascot position. I was doomed to the unfortunate Winnie the Pooh outfit for five months! Sam lucked out as a cashier in a retail spot. After the five months, some poor unfortunate soul (pun intended) took it over for me, and I was then upgraded to Pluto. Sam lucked out again and was offered the main role of Kristoff.

After Peter's story was finished, he and the rest of Neverland's crew posed for many pictures, while I enjoyed my last few minutes of shade time. Finally, the crowd cleared out and Colby dusted off his tights. He passed by me and wished me luck in the heat. I saluted him and made my way towards the break room hoping by the time I actually made it there it would be closer to time and I could get out of this fucking heat trap.

No more kids asked to have a picture with me and the park actually started clearing out as the heat seemed to rise. I tried to find another shady spot before collapsing from heat exhaustion. One of the park managers made her way to me and told me to take the rest of the day off. I thanked her about a thousand times before using the last of my energy to race to the closest break room and tear out of my costume.

I dropped Pluto’s lifeless body in the laundry bin and made my way to the tunnels so I could easily make it back to my room for a shower. I bumped into a few of my fellow workers, some calling out, and others in a rush to get somewhere and if it was to get into an ice cold shower, I didn't blame them.

"Jake, wait!" A voice shouted out. I stopped and turned to see who was calling out to me. My new friend, Andrea, came racing towards me. "Hey, I thought I'd miss you, get off early?"

"Yeah, Alexandria told me to take the rest of the day off; I would have anyway even if she hadn't told me too."

Andrea smirked and shoved me a little, "Liar."

"And it wouldn't have been just the rest of the day either, would have been the rest of my life. I'm sure if I had spent five more minutes out there, I would have died from a heat stroke."

Andrea laughed a bit. "I feel so terrible for you, it’s gotta suck."

"Nah, I don't sweat it." She laughed and shoved me again.

"You and your stupid puns."

We were passing by another changing room when something caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and watched as a girl fumbled with a locker before finally getting the lock off. She dropped it and looked around embarrassed. Luckily, she didn't see Andrea or I in the door.

"Who's she?" I asked.

"New chick. Gwen was fired last night, distribution of alcohol to minors. This chick is taking her place. I can't remember her name though."

I watched her fumble again with the locker, trying to pry it open. I was about to help her out when I remembered that I was drenched in sweat. She’s cute and that’s not how you make a first impression. I quietly left the room, already thinking of ways to introduce myself before Colby or Sam had the chance to get to her. Something about their blue eyes always got them the girl, but not this time.

#sam and colby #colby brock #jake webber #tfil #sam golbach #andrea russett #disney #story preview #what do you guys think?#yes/no

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twinkiplier · 5 years

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#CrayonProject

Hi there! My name is Elton Harris, and I'd like to talk a bit about the #CrayonProject. It's something fun I'd like to do and involve as much of this community as possible in something we can all have fun with that might bring us closer together! This community is full of so many amazing artists that I can’t just let this opportunity slip by.

(If this goes well, I’m also thinking about doing other YouTubers such as Markiplier and Thomas Sanders, but we’ll get there when we get there.)

Something that's been on my mind for a few months now but I haven't seen anywhere is the thought of a JackSepticEye coloring book. I think it'd be really cool to come together as a community and make that happen! The only problem is that I couldn’t possibly do all of it myself, which is where you guys come in.

I’m asking artists everywhere, from all parts of the community, to come together and help put this project together with me. Submit as many pieces as you like using the hashtag #CrayonProject, and make sure they follow the guidelines:

1. The drawing must be your original art. No tracing, theft, or otherwise. Please be respectful, thank you. I will do my research on each accepted piece.

2. The drawing must be lineart only, and digitally drawn. It must use black lines on a transparent or white background, with zero or minimal shading. (If you are a traditional artist and would like to join, feel free to PM me and we can talk.)

3. Try not to make it overly busy. Have enough space for coloring with at the very least a colored pencil.

4. Words or speech bubbles must be legibly printed, if added, Computer text is fine as well. Profanity should be censored. (Have fun with it, though.)

5. Absolutely no discriminatory, political, gory or sexual drawings will be allowed. The only exception to this is gore for AntiSepticEye, and only to a reasonable extent.

6. Canonicity is key. The characters allowed are Sean/Jack, Sam, Anti, Dr. Schneep, Marvin, Jackaboy Man, Jameson, Robbie, and Shawn Flynn. Please do not add in OCs, other YouTubers, or AU versions of the egos. If you have an idea you’d like to pitch me, by all means please PM me, but I can’t guarantee I’ll agree to it.

I will personally go through and critique every submission in the #CrayonProject tag, and will even submit some myself as examples (though they may not make it into the book either)! I will eventually be contacting some artists about their pieces to ask for consent of use, and there may be a form to sign, I’m not sure yet. But I encourage all of you to have fun with this!

Please reblog this post even if you’re not an artist yourself, I’d love to see as many people as possible coming together for this!

#crayonproject #jacksepticeye #artist call #art #drawing #coloring book

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omeliashepherdhunt · 5 years

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Simple Ch. 1

Seattle was carrying on its stereotypical behavior with the nonstop rain. Owen hated having to drive in torrential downpour so late at night but another day at work got away from him with a steady flow of traumas. By the time he parked in the driveway, the clock on his dashboard read 10:28. Maybe his wife would still be up to see him.

With his keys and bag hung up on the hooks by the front door, Owen quietly walked through the entryway and into their living room to see what Amelia was up to. Part of him was disappointed to see she was asleep but he couldn’t help but smile when he saw baby Abel still latched to his mother’s breast, both of them contently asleep. He was a miracle no doubt. Born with Down Syndrome and ASD, he had undergone heart surgery at 4 days old to correct the hole in his heart. However he flatlined twice during the procedure which shook the Hunt family to their core.

In typical Grey-Sloan surgeon fashion, Amelia and Owen had been up in the surgical theater watching as none other than Sam Bennett operated on their newborn so they witnessed their son come back from the brink of death twice. Amelia decided right then that she would be taking an extended maternity leave. Abel would be immunocompromised more than typical babies with his heart issues, and he already had 2 school aged siblings and 2 parents that worked inside a hospital to provide plenty germs. Owen on the other hand was so bothered by what happened, he didn’t want to think about it ever again. In return, he buried himself in work so he hadn’t been home much the past month other than his one off day he’d take.

When Owen leaned in to unlatch Abel to move him to the bassinet in their bedroom, he took a moment to admire Amelia’s beauty. However the longer he looked, the more he noticed. Her cheek bones were more prominent, her collarbone was even more noticeable, and even her ring looked a bit loose on her finger. She was already a petite woman so her apparent weight loss didn’t sit right with Owen.

He quickly moved Abel off of Amelia which only startled her awake.

“What the hell?”

“It’s just me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“He was sleeping. We were fine.”

“I know but you can’t sleep in the recliner all night. Let’s go to bed. It’s coming close to 11 o clock.”

Amelia was definitely drowsy but was happy to settle in their bed. She wasn’t used to Owen being around anymore. They hadn’t really discussed it which in the long run would only worsen whatever riff they had, but she didn’t know what to say to him anymore. He just wasn’t around. Instead of focusing solely on their newborn son, she also had to split herself for the older three. Flynn had baseball and Bella was in gymnastics. Between two school kids, their sports, a very clingy one and a half year old, and their specially abled baby, both of which she was still nursing, there was no time for herself. She didn’t have Owen around to help offset the heavy load that was their life and honestly she didn’t have it in herself to fight with him about it. Amelia was spread as thin as possible and it showed. The house wasn’t trashed, but it was messier than they usually kept it. She felt that if she could keep the four kids alive, fed, and on time for school and sports each day, that was enough. Anything else could wait for another day.

“Well, good night. I hope the kids behaved for you.”

Amelia hugged into her pillow and not Owen like she normally liked to.

“They were great. Flynn and Bella are great helpers. He has a baseball game tomorrow at noon but don’t worry, he already knows Dad will probably be at work. Bella mastered her back handspring tonight so she’s really excited about that. Rosie is cutting all four molars at the same time so she is miserable.”

“What about Abe?”

“He’s good. He’s as strong as ever. Not at all scary.”

Owen shook his head at the very intentional dig she threw at him. While she didn’t care to argue, she would make it known how much she hated that he willingly chose to stay away.

“I’m not scared of my own son, Amelia.”

“Really? When was the last time you held him for more than 5 minutes? I mean hold him just to admire him, not just because I need to brush my teeth and hair. They’re only a baby once.”

“I saw the monitor both times his heart stopped. It haunts me. I’ve doubted my ability as a parent ever since that day. I wish I could forget that that happened, but I can’t. Instead I save lives. I focus on that.”

“I was there too! You weren’t the only one. Ya know, I would’ve never done what you did. Then again, I was never given that option. You have three other kids too. They miss their dad. Sam knew what he was doing in the surgery too. Abel is strong and he made it. We clearly aren’t on the same page but just know I’m done covering you with the kids. Flynn and Bella are both old enough to understand what is going on. They will remember when you weren’t around. If you can live with yourself knowing that, okay. I am so exhausted day in and day out. So do what you want but they know Dad has no true reason to always be gone.”

Not another single word was spoken from either of them. Owen didn’t like knowing how much he was impacting his kids. Apparently he hadn’t thought too much into it until now.

Amelia was woken up just after 8 a.m by Bellamy climbing in bed with her.

“Mama, Daddy is cooking pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Flynn is helping squeeze oranges for orange juice. Daddy put Rosie in her highchair with some banana and the baby is sleeping.”

“Oh thank you for coming to see me. Good morning my sweets.”

“Daddy isn’t working today?”

“It’s supposed to be his weekend off so he shouldn’t...”

Bellamy’s face lit up but Amelia didn’t want her to be disappointed in case he elected to go in.

“... but if he gets paged, then he will have no choice but to go. Mama and Daddy save lives.”

“And if you and Daddy are here, there are people that may not make it.”

“Yes but we love you all the same.”

Bellamy curled up to her mom’s side, basking in the rare moment of being the only one with Amelia.

“Mama, can we do something fun today? Like going to the aquarium? I want to see the otters again like we did on my field trip.”

Amelia kissed the top of her daughter’s head, taking a second to breathe in the sweet scent of Bella’s strawberry shampoo.

“Your brother has a baseball game at noon but we can go tomorrow if everyone behaves today. Do you still want to spend the night with Uncle Andrew and Aunt Maggie?”

“Yes please! They let me help give Emma and Evan their baths at night. It’s so much fun. Will Daddy come to the aquarium on Sunday?”

“I don’t know, sweets. You’d have to ask him.” Amelia laid there a little bit long with her oldest daughter until she heard her youngest start to fuss on his baby monitor.

“Bella, go see Dad. I’m going to feed Abel then I’ll come eat breakfast with everyone.” “Okay mommy! I love you very much.”

“Love you too sweet girl.”

By the time the older kids were dropped off with their aunt, uncle, and twin one year old cousins by Owen, Amelia had Rosalie and Abel nursed to sleep for their mid-afternoon naps. Shockingly he had been at home with her and the kids all morning and afternoon. Now she was uncertain of what to do. Amelia wasn’t used to his undivided attention since typically the kids were running circles around them or the whole house was asleep by the time Owen got home at night.

Owen carefully sat down beside Amelia on the couch. “Babe, can we talk about last night?”

“What about it?”

Owen ran his fingers through his tousled curls. This wasn’t going to be easy for him but he could only blame himself.

“There’s no excuse for my absence. I have let my wife down and all of my kids. Sorry won’t suffice, I know. I am just going to work on being here. Seeing you last night with Abel still latched onto you and you both fully asleep, looking like a pair of angels, I noticed you have even lost enough weight for your wedding rings to not fit properly anymore. If there’s no one here to help you, you won’t have time to get proper rest or eat meals that isn’t pb&j and goldfish. That’s my fault and I hate myself for it. I have two weeks left of paternity leave that I haven’t used since I went back to work 2 weeks after Abe was born. I called Bailey on the drive home to let her know I’m using those two weeks effective tomorrow.”

“But why? You have been so happy since you went back to work…”

“Absolutely not. I’ve just kept busy. I let my entire family down and now I need to redeem myself. I love you so much Amelia. I love you, Flynn, Bella, Rosie, and baby Abel more than anything. I’m also going to make sure to bond with Abel has much as I can these next two weeks.”

Owen finished his long winded statement to see Amelia’s eyes filled with tears. “Owen, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say something like that.”

She hugged into his side and was happy to have him with her now. “It’s true. I promise. I’ll be right here with you. I’m all yours for two weeks straight.” “I love you. This doesn’t fix everything but it’s a good start.”

“I love you too. I know it’s not gonna get back to normal overnight but we can take it day by day together with the kids.”

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 5 years

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My dear, my darling, my own, as I was suddenly reminded of my love for one Sam Bellamy (for no particular reason of course), might I request more of Sam and the Time Team? Possibly with a side of pre-Garcyatt Wyatt assuming Lucy and Flynn are perfectly happy without him and Sam not being one to turn down a pretty face?

*cackles* Oh no reason whatsoever...

Sam Bellamy, for those who don’t know, was a famous pirate. Please imagine him being played by Tom Ellis of Lucifer fame, and keep in mind that in this fic, Lucy and Flynn have slept with him at least twice because, well, why wouldn’t you.

Very NSFW so under the cut!

“Borrowing the Mothership again?” Mason asked as Lucy led the other four down the steps.

“Rufus wants to take Jiya to see the ‘real Pirates of the Caribbean’,” Lucy replied. “And Flynn and I have a standing engagement.”

“They made me come,” Wyatt added.

“Right, because it’s so difficult to lounge on the beach for two days,” Rufus said.

They all piled in. They tried not to abuse their ability to use the time machines at their leisure now that Rittenhouse was defeated but... what was the point of having a time machine at all if you couldn’t use it to visit your 18th century friend with benefits?

“Darlings,” Sam drawled, eyes lighting up as Lucy and Flynn walked up the gangplank to his ship. “You do have the best timing, we’re lying low for a week or two until some hullabaloo dies down.”

“Which I’m sure you started,” Lucy noted.

Sam kissed her thoroughly hello, and then did the same with Flynn. “Now, that would be telling,” he told her. “Where are your friends, the one who was always complaining and the handsome one who was pretending to only like women?”

“Rufus is with his wife in town, Wyatt went swimming.”

“And how much time have you got for me today? I got this lovely new toy...”

Lucy laughed. “Lead the way, captain.”

Wyatt did his best to avoid any place that Lucy and Flynn might go to, and that especially meant Sam Bellamy’s ship.

For the first couple of days, that worked great. Just get some sun and surf, hang out with Jiya and Rufus a bit, play some cards, engage in some light piracy... but then he got, well, bored.

He was the only one here without a doting spouse to help him wile away the hours, although pining broodily on the pier sure took up a good chunk of time. When he’d done about all he could while alone, he went over to Bellamy’s ship to see if Lucy and Flynn had emerged from the haze of sex and would be interested in maybe causing some trouble in town.

When Wyatt strolled up to the deck, he didn’t see Lucy or Flynn, although the captain himself had decided that it was a no shoes, no shirt, no problem sort of day and was idly reading a book.

“Hey.” Wyatt strode over. “You seen Flynn and Lucy?”

“The lovebirds?” Bellamy saved his place in his book and set it aside. “Went into town, Lucy needs a new corset.”

“...dare I ask what happened to the last one?”

Bellamy gave him a smile of pure sin.

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Great, I’ll just...”

Bellamy jumped to his feet. “Now, hang on, Wyatt--may I call you Wyatt?--there’s really no reason to be rushing off. You’ve grown bored, haven’t you?”

Wyatt folded his arms. “Who says that?”

“You’re coming to check on the darling Lucy and her paramour when you knew full well both were probably occupied with me. So either you’re bored enough to want to interrupt them, or join them--”

Wyatt flushed. He hadn’t thought about--well he had thought about--but not that he’d ever--he wouldn’t--he accepted long ago that Flynn and Lucy were perfectly happy without him and he was fine, really, he wasn’t going to--

“Ah.” Bellamy’s voice gentled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was like that.”

“It’s not like anything.” Wyatt couldn’t look him in the eye. He was scared of what Bellamy would see.

“They’ll come back soon,” Bellamy noted. “I could see about asking them if you could join us. I know I’d quite enjoy that.”

Wyatt felt like his face was on fire. “They’re, uh, they wouldn’t--Flynn and Lucy don’t want me like that.”

Bellamy hummed. “Well, darling...” He reached out, and Wyatt didn’t know why he didn’t move when he really should, he should pull away, but Bellamy gently stroked his fingers down the side of Wyatt’s face and he was standing very close and he didn’t have a damn shirt on and he was very handsome and Wyatt kind of forgot what breathing was. “...I can’t presume to be the cure for all ills, but I’m told I’m quite distracting for broken hearts.”

“You wouldn’t want me,” Wyatt blurted out, even as Bellamy cupped his cheek and Wyatt felt like a butterfly pinned to a wall, heat starting up in him that had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. “I’m, uh, I haven’t--”

Bellamy’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, but I do, and I’m told I’m a very good educator.”

He leaned in, just slow enough that Wyatt could pull away if he wanted to, but he couldn’t, rooted to the spot, and then they were kissing and Jesus Christ, Wyatt definitely didn’t want to.

Bellamy’s hand moved up into Wyatt’s hair, tightening, holding him in place as he took control of the kiss, his tongue sliding with the ease of ownership into Wyatt’s mouth and Wyatt felt his knees giving way. He gave a pathetic whimper as he grabbed onto Bellamy’s shoulders, and then another strong, callused hand was gripping his hip, pulling him in, and Jesus, the guy was really nothing but muscle.

It had been--years, wow, it really had been years--since Wyatt had been kissed. And Sam Bellamy knew how to kiss, seemed to even know that Wyatt didn’t want to be the one in charge, seemed to know that the way to get Wyatt from zero to sixty was to plunder Wyatt’s mouth like conquering territory.

Maybe he should be a little more worried about all this, about thirty-odd years of hiding himself being thrust out into the light in one fell swoop, but he was a man out of time, a man on a pirate ship of all places, and if he couldn’t let himself take what he wanted, who he wanted, here then where could he?

Bellamy pulled away, leaving Wyatt panting, hard as a goddamn iron rod, and dizzy with need. “The things I’m going to do to you...” he murmured.

He slid his hand down between them, lightly squeezing Wyatt’s cock through his breeches, and Wyatt jolted, heat rushing through him, making his legs shake.

“Rule number one--and I’m sure you’ll follow the rules, won’t you, pet? You like when people give you rules to follow.”

Wyatt nodded, his throat too dry to speak.

“Rule number one, none of this ridiculous captain business. Just Sam will do.”

Wyatt nodded again.

“Rule number two, you tell me if you need me to slow down or stop.”

Wyatt nodded.

“And rule number three is... we get downstairs out of this heat to where I have a very convenient and dare I even say comfortable bed. Shall we?”

Sam took Wyatt’s hand, and Wyatt let Sam lead him down into the ship. His heart was pounding in his chest as he asked himself over and over again if this was really happening, did he really want this, was he really ready for this?

The answer to all three was yes.

If he couldn’t have Flynn and Lucy, then he might as well let the handsome as fuck pirate captain rail him six ways to Sunday, right?

Sam’s room was luxurious, as Wyatt had expected, the bed large and rumpled, and he tried not to think about why the sheets were all askew that way, what Flynn and Lucy had been doing in here a short time ago, their limbs entwined, mouths musing over each other’s skin, their hands clawing at each other’s curves.

It was no good daydreaming about what he couldn’t have.

Sam closed the door behind them, then pressed Wyatt up against it. “You’re thinking too much, pet,” he informed him.

“Give me a reason to stop thinking, then,” Wyatt retorted. He ran his hands up Sam’s bare chest, pressing a little, testing, feeling the lack of give, the pure muscle.

Sam chuckled, but avoided Wyatt’s mouth, instead delicately kissing up Wyatt’s neck, tiny, shivery little kisses that had Wyatt digging his nails into Sam’s chest, desperate for something to anchor him. Sam’s slowly pushed Wyatt’s thighs open, spreading him, and the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy like this had a fresh rush of heat shooting through him, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his pants.

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?” Sam murmured. He ran a finger along the outline of Wyatt’s cock and Wyatt gave a strangled moan. Jesus Christ, he was gonna come in his pants if Sam kept this up.

Sam slowly unbuttoned Wyatt’s shirt, his mouth following, until he was sucking a bruise into Wyatt’s stomach and Wyatt’s vision was blurry, his eyelids fluttering.

When he straightened up Wyatt nearly toppled over in surprise, saved only by Sam’s hands as Sam pushed him back up to standing.

“Lesson number one,” Sam whispered, his voice dark and lush and full of sin, “is showing you how good it feels to have another man’s cock against yours.”

He undid Wyatt’s pants and his own, drawing their cocks out, and Wyatt just about lost his mind. He gave a strangled groan as Sam slowly stroked their cocks together, swiping his thumb over the head, getting them good and wet. “Ever done this before?”

Wyatt shook his head, feeling desperate and strung out. “’S--’s good,” he slurred, thrusting his hips uncoordinatedly up into Sam’s touch.

Sam sucked at his jaw, undoubtedly creating a hickey. “It gets even better,” he whispered, and then he was shoving his knee in between Wyatt’s legs, changing the angle, thrusting, and oh holy shit--

“Fuck!” Wyatt yelped, wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders and clinging on for dear life. “Sam--fuck, fuck--”

“That’s it,” Sam encouraged. He was watching Wyatt’s face hungrily, and that just turned Wyatt on even more. “You’re so--so pretty like this--mmm make some more of those noises for me--”

Wyatt groaned, his eyes wide and wild, so close--so so close already, it felt so good and so new and foreign and dirty but fantastic all at the same time and he hated that it had taken him thirty years to get to this but fuck it felt so good, Sam was holding him by the hips and guiding him and oh fuck yes--

Wyatt came before he meant to with a final harsh thrust, startled by it, jerking roughly in Sam’s grip. “Jesus fucking...” he slurred. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m--”

“That,” Sam assured him, “was magnificent.”

He kissed Wyatt slowly, deeply, with a hint of teeth. “Now for lesson number two.”

Fucking hell, he’d barely survived lesson number one. “What’s that?” he asked, trying to sound cocky and mostly just sounding needy.

“How good it feels to have something up your ass,” Sam told him bluntly, but with a wink at the end. “On the bed, love.”

Wyatt did as he was told, letting Sam guide him onto all fours. There was a bit of rustling, and then he felt Sam spreading his legs. “Just relax for me,” Sam instructed, “and let me know if you want to stop.”

At first Wyatt jerked when he felt fingers circling, searching, but Sam rubbed at his back soothingly, and then it was almost like a massage--the weirdest massage he’d ever gotten, sure, but a damn good one--until he was relaxed and sinking down into the sheets.

Sam slowly worked a finger into him, just the tip, and Wyatt tensed up again. “Relax,” Sam reminded him.

Wyatt, to his shame, could easily picture Flynn doing this to him, could hear Lucy being the one to tell him to relax. He’d be so good for them, he’d do whatever they wanted...

He focused back in. Sam was here, and Sam was hot as sin and showing him the ropes and being patient and ohholyfuckaddinganotherfingerohJesus...

It felt weird, he wasn’t gonna lie, but Sam was patient and then it started to feel good, like really good, he liked the stretch, liked feeling filled--it made him feel dominated and he liked that, he really, really liked that--

Then Sam found something that made Wyatt’s cock jerk and his whole body tense up as fucking electricity shot through it. He yelped, shuddering, and Sam chuckled.

“And now you know why everyone goes on and on about this,” Sam laughed, amused. He added a third finger, kissing lazily up Wyatt’s spine, until Wyatt felt sloppy and open and very, very much ready for more.

Sam, however, did not seem inclined to hurry, and the more Wyatt pushed back against Sam’s fingers, the more Sam just toyed with him. “Sam, please, c’mon,” Wyatt panted. “I want--c’mon I want it, I want it--”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked, like he wanted to confirm that Wyatt was asking him to pass the salt.

Wyatt was practically writhing on his fingers and he wanted to ask if Wyatt was sure? “Yes, goddammit, fuck me!” Wyatt growled.

“Greedy,” Sam teased, lightly spanking him, and Wyatt moaned in response, okay, great, that was another kink to add to the list apparently.

Sam pulled his fingers out, and helped Wyatt to spread his legs a little more, and then he was lining up and ohhhhhkay okay that was--that was a lot, hmm, wow, all right, Wyatt could--holy shit he could feel it in his fucking throat--

“Breathe for me, pet,” Sam reminded him, kissing the back of Wyatt’s shoulder, his arm around Wyatt’s waist and his hand stroking soothingly along Wyatt’s chest.

Wyatt inhaled sharply, then forced himself to exhale. Sam chuckled. “That’s a good boy.”

Wyatt glared at him over his shoulder, but breathed in and out deeply a few more times until Sam was satisfied.

Then Sam started moving.

Shiiiiit.

The edge of discomfort fell away embarrassingly quickly and then it was just holyfuckingshitsogood, slick and stuffed and stretched and oh yeah, yes, just like that... Wyatt didn’t even know what he was saying, just blurting out encouraging words, anything to get Sam to keep doing that. His cock was filling again between his legs, getting hard, and he wanted to reach down to stroke himself but Sam batted his hand away.

“You’re coming just like this,” he ordered.

Wyatt whined. “I can’t--”

“Yes you can,” Sam replied lightly, and then he shifted his angle and started hitting that spot again and oh fuck, yup, yup, Wyatt was gonna fucking come.

“Oh Jesus,” Wyatt panted harshly, hands clawing at the sheets. “Jesus, fuck, Christ, God, fuck yes--”

“I’ve always wondered,” Sam mused, “if we’re not supposed to be doing this, then why did God make it feel so damn good?” He kissed Wyatt’s shoulder affectionately as Wyatt whined helplessly, squirming against Sam’s relentless thrusts. He could feel stars going off behind his eyes.

“I wonder what would happen if I made you wait?” Sam asked. His arm tightened around Wyatt’s waist. “If I made you hold off until I said so?”

“Please,” Wyatt found himself begging. There was no way he could do that, not when it felt this good, no fucking way. “I can’t, I can’t...”

“Not right now, no, but with time.”

The idea of doing as Sam said, of waiting, of coming when Sam said he could--that definitely had an appeal. “With--with time, okay, yes, but please--”

Sam fastened his teeth around the meat of Wyatt’s shoulder. Wyatt yelped, his cock jerking helplessly. “Shh, shh, don’t you worry. You can let go, Wyatt, I’ve got you.”

Wyatt shuddered so hard his toes curled, feeling on fire in the best way, his hands twisting the sheets until he nearly ripped them. Sam kept hitting that spot, hard and fast, and Wyatt gave himself over to it, moaning Sam’s name and curses and God knew what else as he came like a shot, staining his stomach and chest, feeling so damn good his head shot up into the clouds and didn’t come back down for a good long while.

When he did come back down, he realized that Sam was gently pulling out of him--still hard. Wyatt felt a rush of shame, but some of that must have shown on his face because Sam immediately shushed him, petting him. “No, no, I held back, and it was quite hard to do--no pun intended--I promise. You’re a delightful little thing.”

Wyatt would normally have objected highly to being called a ‘little thing’ but in this context it just made him shiver, and Sam must have figured that, damn him.

Sam arched a challenging eyebrow at him. “You see, I was thinking you might want lesson number three: the joys of giving a proper blowjob.”

Wyatt grinned at him. “How do you want me?” He licked his lips deliberately, peering up at Sam through his lashes, pouting just a little.

Sam laughed. “Oh you are a quick learner. We’ve got quite a lot of fun ahead of us yet.”

Wyatt smirked. He couldn’t wait.

Flynn was in for a surprise when he got back to the ship with Lucy.

Sam was emerging from below deck, looking rather, ah, ravished, with some new bite marks on him that Flynn knew he and Lucy hadn’t put there. “Moved on already?” he teased, helping Lucy up onto the ship.

“Oh, no, just providing a solid education,” Sam replied. “Got to do my part to give back to the community.”

“You’re a true paragon,” Lucy laughed. “But who is it?”

Sam walked over to Flynn and Flynn felt himself melting all over again as Sam pulled him in, gently wrapping an arm around Flynn’s waist and kissing his neck. “Your blue eyed boy, Wyatt Logan.”

“Wyatt?” Lucy sounded both amused and shocked.

“Oh, yes.” Flynn wound a hand in Sam’s hair as he continued slowly reclaiming the territory he’d been so fond of that morning. “He’s rather besotted over you two and convinced you can’t return his affections. The usual story.”

Flynn froze, pulling back to look Sam in the eye. “Wyatt--what?”

“Wyatt likes us?” Lucy sounded as shocked as Flynn felt.

“Quite enamored of you, I’m afraid,” Sam said, as though this were the height of tragedy. “I did wear him out a bit, poor thing, although he was quite pent up and eager, it’s been a while since he had a proper lay. He’s asleep in my bed as we speak.”

“Holy shit,” Lucy said, to no one in particular. Sam kissed Flynn’s neck again.

“What do you think?” Sam murmured, squeezing Flynn’s hips. “Shall we go in and wake him? I’ve only just started breaking him in and there’s so many ways we can play with him...”

Flynn gave a choked-off groan as Sam thrust his hips into him, his gaze connecting with Lucy’s.

A slow, determined smile spread over Lucy’s face. “I think it’s only fair we clear up any misunderstandings.”

Sam pulled back from Flynn, grinning at the two of them as Flynn nodded. “Well then. This will be fun.”

#mads answers things #mads writes stuff #timeless #timeless fanfic #li'l ficlet #wyatt logan/sam bellamy #mentions of garcyatt #mentions of garcy #mentions of sam/flynn/lucy #everyone wants a piece of sam and who can blame them #not me #extasiswings

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atlantisking · 5 years

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AQUAMERA OBVIOUSLY

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Look, I’m all about developing a relationship from the ground up. People think first meetings are boring but... that’s the best part in my opinion. How do you establish chemistry if you don’t know where they started? How they reacted to each other? That’s how you get real history in a relationship. You can’t fake that certainty because your muse lived it. And there for SLOWBURNS are amazing, okay? How bit by bit thoughts and feelings shift and having the privilege of observing it first hand is giddying in my opinion.

In general I RP most things, from fluff to angst to smut because those things are all part of a relationship and great to develop. But it feels great when angst tears your heart into pieces. But fluff makes me equally happy because idk about your muse, but Arthur deserves to be happy.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

My main verse Arthur is 35, I have younger verses as well, as a rule of thumb he usually engages with his peers. If someone has emotional and mental maturity then maybe a bit younger.

Are you selective when shipping?

To a point I am yes, because the chemistry has to be right. i need to feel that for the both of us the ship is important, otherwise what’s the point.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

When bits are visible and mouths wander south of the collarbone.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

I do have quite a few ships that I greatly enjoy...

Of course I have the wonderful @atlantisqueen with whom Aquamera is true magic to RP with, I love Mera & Arthur because they’re so healthy and supportive in their interactions, they have such a strong bond and they work so well together. Plus the combined big dick energy makes me cry. A true power couple.

If that hasn’t been obvious to those following my blog, I’m very weak for Aquasuper, two pure boys from small towns destined for great things is great content. I’m very fortunate to have @americanasitgets & @honorborn, two truly exceptional Clarks, we have some awesome AU’s and I live for all of it.

Idk what’s going on with Arthur and @thegreenbatman but I’m enjoying it

Arthur & Sam Flynn’s ( @rezolution ) marriage is awesome, they’ve been through a lot together, they’re so real, so loving, and I cry when I hear their theme song without fail.

Arthur and Owen ( @chaordiic ) ... I’m a huge sucker for this ship. I have a hard time pinpointing the exact reasons, I wish I was more analytical in that regard, but there’s so much emotion between them beyond love and it’s so understated, the combination of Owen adapting to this new dynamic to Arthur’s shy approach as he worries about scaring Owen away... so many things honestly... I love them.

I still very much adore the two bros, @valadhxfndr‘s Vidarr and Arthur, still in the blooming stages and I like how they’re inching towards each other.

I think @puppyrogue is okay with calling it a ship, it’s a dynamic that is really very angst based with something that’s never meant to be and will never work out and it’s just pain but... it’s a great ride.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Well yes, please, I’d definitely want to talk about it. Chances are if there’s already a good chemistry going on between our characters, I’m down to give it a go, but it’s always better to discuss than just assume.

How often do you like to ship?

It’s not really about frequency, but rather a strong chemistry. If it happens then yes, I’m there for that ship 100%.

Are you multiship?

Oh yes.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I obsess about the already established ships for sure.

Expect that if we end up shipping

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Obviously Arthur/Mera is everything

Otherwise I love Dinah/Ollie, Clark/Lois and Bruce/Selina... probably other ones too tbh

Finally, how does one ship with you?

RP with me, if our muses develop great chemistry and something is blooming, then I’m all for it

I’m super shy though, always afraid I’m bothering people plus I don’t want to seem like I want to force anything on people, so I’ll always act very... subdued I guess, in terms of talking about a ship, unless i know you ship it as well.

So please tell me if that’s the case and then I’m all yours and we can scream about our babies forever.

Also let me stress, not just romantic ships though, Arthur is big dad energy, he will always be happy to take a character under his wing and give them parental love and care, and he equally needs good friends he can hang out with and support and equally get support back. It’s all important!!

Tagged by: @pathtotruth thank you!!! Tagging: @americanasitgets, @honorborn, @rezolution, @lcbotomy, @prophemi, @inalienablerights, @puppyrogue, @riddleculed & anyone who’d like to do it!

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Supernatural AU: Episode 7 - Memories Remain

Part 1

Under the mesmerizing whirr of the ceiling fan, he rolled his eyes and groaned, the constant ringing on the other side of the phone driving him crazy. “Baby, come on! Pick up,” he breathed.

Again it went to voice mail. In anger, he spun around and threw the phone onto the bed and watched it bounce into the pillows and onto the floor before picking it up to call her back. “Beka…baby.” Now he was getting frustrated. A talk about picking up his phone calls would need to happen. He shouldn’t have to keep calling like this just to get his girlfriend to answer.

Just as he was about to disconnect the call again, he heard the unmistakable lightness in her voice. Why did she sound so calm? He’d been calling for 20 minutes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” She sighed, frustration lacing her tone.

“I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes. Why haven’t you picked up?” He felt anger roiling through his body with each word. “What if it had been an emergency?”

“But it’s not,” she replied. “ It never is. I have a big chem test tomorrow, remember? I’m studying.”

Pushing up with his free hand, he got up and kicked his dresser. His Beka was the smartest girl he’d ever known; she’d be fine. “Baby, you’ll be fine. The Velgard party’s tonight. You said you’d go with me.” All he had to do was sound a little pouty and she’d cave. She always gave in.

In her own home, she curled into her desk, desperate to get him to let it go so she could study and not fail this test. Her fucking professor was making it 35 percent of her grade, so if she failed this she was screwed. “I can’t. I need to study.”

“No you don’t,” he snapped, pacing his dorm as he spoke. “You study constantly. You’re going to pass and you know it. Is it me? You’ve been wanting to go to this party for ages and now you don’t wanna go.”

The two of them went around and around, the pencil breaking in Rebekah’s hand before she gave him what he wanted. She had studied. Not a lot, but some. So she’d probably be fine. “Okay, okay. Let me get changed and I’ll be over in 30 minutes.”

“Finally, yes, I gotta have my girl on my arm.”

When she hung up the phone, he pulled his packet of cigarettes out and lit the tip, embers flaring up red before the smoke hit his lungs. He wasn’t exactly a member of the in-crowd, but Beka was a school-wide beauty. Everyone wanted her. But he had her. He’d look like an idiot if he didn’t show up with her after talking up how they’d just celebrated their three-month anniversary.

After chain-smoking three cigarettes in a row, he pulled on the bracelet Beka had given him for their anniversary, a gift her mother had given to her father more than a decade ago, and checked in the closet for something to wear. Although he’d prefer going in his boxers (the freedom was really something else) it probably wouldn’t be appropriate, so jeans and a t-shirt it was. The first one that caught his eye was the one that Beka hated; she said it was “douchey.” But why should he care? He liked it and that should be all that mattered right?

As he dipped his head into the closet to pick up the shirt that had fallen on the floor, he felt a breeze flash by his foot, sending his hair on edge. He spun around and saw nothing before something else ran behind him again, sending him spinning and falling into the closet door.

“What the fu-?”

Eyes wide and frozen in fear, he stared up to see someone he thought he’d never see again. “You can’t be here,” he breathed, his heart racing faster than it ever had before. “The last time I saw you, you-“

Cutting him off, the middle-aged woman with the stringy brown hair clasped the glass in her hand and shoved it forward, the sound of squelching blood and gargled breaths somehow eerily loud in the midst of the empty dorm room. He reached for his throat, desperate to stop the blood flow, but it slipped through his fingertips - skin growing cold as the smile on her face grew wide.

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Tossing and turning on the couch hadn’t been doing her any good, so instead of thrashing about in futility, Bobbie got up and went for a run to clear her head. She should’ve fought harder to get their father to come with them. No matter what he said, no matter how scared he was of putting his children in harm’s way, it didn’t matter. He didn’t wanna watch them get hurt? Well, fuck it, she didn’t want to watch him get hurt either, or worse, have him get hurt and knowing there wasn’t anything she could’ve done about it because he’d pushed her away.

After sweating her ass off despite the chill in the air, she snuck back into the motel room, which really wasn’t necessary because she was pretty sure a bomb could go off and her brothers wouldn’t wake up. A fifteen-minute shower was all it took to make her feel like a whole new woman. Dean and Sam wouldn’t be as easy to get up and running. Breakfast sandwiches and coffee might work though.

“Oh you really do love me,” Dean said as the unmistakable, thick and mapley scent of bacon wafted into the room. “Bacon, egg and cheese?”

“With double bacon, and ketchup, salt and pepper.”

“Best big sister ever.”

He took an enormous bite and grinned as a piece of bacon fell out of his mouth and onto the crappy comforter. Although Sam was grateful for the sandwich, the coffee was what made a sleepy smile crawl across his face. “How long you been up?”

“Few hours. Went for a run. Took a shower. Then I figured food would get you two up and running. I think we might have a case.”

Sam took a swig of his coffee and hissed at the heat. “You never get up early. Nightmares?”

“Mmmm.” It was about all her brothers were gonna get, at least for now, and they knew it. “Wanna know what I found?”

Dean shot up from the bed, renewed by the rejuvenating power of bacon and came up to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for breakfast. Now gimme something to do.”

She ran her hand through his hair and pushed him and his bacon-y face out of the way. “Scott O’Reilly. 20 year old student at Kent State University died in his dorm room two nights ago from a stab wound to the neck. Thing is there is absolutely zero evidence that anyone was in the room other than him and his girlfriend and the she has a solid alibi for the time of death. Also, the stab wound is jagged, but the murder weapon can’t be found or even identified.”

“You think this could be our kind of thing?” Sam asked. It just seemed like a severe lack of evidence, not necessarily anything supernatural.

In her cursory look through the local papers to see if there was anything here to look into, she’d stumbled upon this story. She’d gotten used to passing judgment on the dead, for better or for worse, and something about Scott O’Reilly rubbed her the wrong way. “Nothing in particular. I just have a bad feeling and figured we’re passing through and have nowhere to be just yet so why not, you know?”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean replied, bacon crunching loudly in his mouth. “But since we have nowhere to go, how about we enjoy our bacon – at least let me enjoy mine because my God, do I love bacon.”

“Is it safe to say it’s your favorite thing in the world?” Sam asked, laughing after he finally took a bite of his own sandwich.

“Top three.”

“And the other two?” He could guess.

Bobbie cut in because Dean had his mouth full. “Whiskey and women. The three change depending on mood.”

With his mouth full, he gave them a thumbs up. “God, this is good.”

Chuckling, Bobbie took a sip of her coffee and fell back on the mattress. “Do you need a moment alone with the bacon?”

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Rain clouds followed them the entire time they drove to the station. All of them felt the threatening storm, but no one wanted to say it out loud. Just because their father was gone yet again didn’t mean that they weren’t thinking about him and the bigger picture that was looming even closer than the car in the side mirror.

They pulled up to the station with just enough time to get inside before the downpour came. “Can I please be the senior officer?” Dean whispered.

“So you want me to be your crony?” Bobbie whispered as they rounded the corner. Whenever they met with police, one of them claimed they were training the other two, considering it was rare that officers were partnered up in teams of more than two.

Bacon had put him in a really good mood this morning and she didn’t have the heart to pull the big sister card on him today. “Okay, fine. Just try not to milk it too much.”

“No guarantees.”

She bit back a retort when an officer asked what they needed help with. “Hi, my name’s Agent Jones, these are my subordinates, trainee agents Flynn and Lennon. We decided to pop in to see what you could tell us about the O’Reilly case.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” the officer replied, shaking hands with Dean, his eyes quickly scanning the badges Sam and Bobbie held out for him. “I’m Officer Bales. Honestly though, I don’t know what I’m going to be able to tell you that you couldn’t already find out from the papers. O’Reilly died of a stab to the throat. We’ve got no murder weapon, no motive, nothing.”

“Do you think we could get any information you have on him?” Sam asked.

“I don’t see why not.” The officer walked them all toward a file room in the back of the station.

“What about his girlfriend?” Bobbie asked not realizing Dean had been about to ask the same question. “Her alibi checks out?”

“Yeah, she was in her dorm room studying for hours before he called her. Her two roommates vouched for her.”

They needed to check her out anyway. Just because she didn’t do it didn’t mean someone connected with her couldn’t have been involved. “We should go interview her anyway. She might be able to point us in the right direction,” Dean added.

“She has an alibi.”

“I know,” Dean replied. “But she may know if he had any enemies.”

“Scott was a good kid.”

“Look officer, as much as I can appreciate that that’s what you saw, it’s more likely that someone very close to him, like a girlfriend, would know things about him that you wouldn’t.”

Shrugging, the local townie handed over the files on Scott and gave them directions to his dorm and his girlfriend’s home. “We’ll keep you in the loop if we find anything,” Dean said, saluting Officer Bales with the files in hand.

“Alright, what do we have…Agent,” Bobbie said, smirking as she leaned over to take a glance at the files. “Your subordinates are dying to take part in the case.”

“I had to. I just had to and you know it.”

“Yea, yea,” Sam laughed, smacking Dean’s arm with the back of his hand. “Anything in there that might point us in the right direction?”

Dean shook his head disappointingly before Sam ripped the files from his grasp. “What the hell, man?”

“There is something.”

“Where?”

“There.” Bobbie glanced near Sam’s finger. There was nothing there. A blank space.

“Yes, it’s a blank space,” he said, reading their collective minds. “But there shouldn’t be. These types of papers are formatted. If there was nothing there, then there shouldn’t be a blank space. That means-“

Bobbie slipped into the car as she interrupted Sam’s train of thought. “There was something there and it’s been kept off the record.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “And it’s something the police are aware of.”

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asiryn · 5 years

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so hey.......y’all remember when i said that sometimes, just for fun and the hell of it, i make lists of “endgame” ships in my fandoms? bc yeah, that’s a thing that i do sometimes. XD

having now finished kh3, i’ve finally finished my endgame ship list for kh, and i figured that it might be a fun thing to share!

the actual list i’m gonna put behind a cut, bc it’ll be hella long (bc seriously.....i put about 95% of the characters into ships, and this includes all of the humanoid-ish disney characters too (barring most of the villains, bc....well, those characters are dead)), but before that, i’ll give you some....idk, context behind this list.

keep in mind, this entire affair is just like........gonna involve a fuck-ton of indulgence on my part. and most of this is fairly light-hearted. most importantly of all, this is pretty much a self-challenge: i paired up the majority of the characters just to see if i could, with the additional challenge that i could only pair them with characters that actually, canonically, have appeared in kh (this means that i couldn’t substitute in other final fantasy or disney characters); i did this to see how creative i could get with my ships, really.

idk if i’ll ever actually get around to writing fanfic for this verse (tho i do have a lot of headcanons, and i’ve actually put (probably far too much) thought into how i think these ships would work/come about, and my long-suffering friend Ip, bless her, has been an incredibly good sport about being a sounding board for all this), but i tend to refer to it as my “Healing Vision”, and it’s basically a post-kh3 AU, that presumes that everyone but xehanort (and also eraqus) got to live happily ever after. and this verse is so named bc, apart from everyone being able to heal and be happy after the traumatic canon, i also wanted to do my absolute best to put them in.....idk, healthy ships, and not ones that i think would be more toxic. everyone had redemption arcs, is what i’m saying (even if they never did or would have gotten them in canon).

y’all don’t understand, at this point i probably have over a hundred pages in various word docs of notes about this verse, so please feel free to ask if you want to hear more about it, i need validation of my madness---

anyway, here we go!

just so that there isn’t just a massive wall of text, i’m gonna break this up into roughly 2 sections: square/original kh characters, and then the rest of the disney characters.

Square/original KH characters:

Olette/Xion/Namine/Sora/Riku [OXN, SoNami, & SoRiku], Shiki/Kairi/Selphie, Axel/Saix, Hayner/Roxas, Terra/Cinderella, Aqua/Larxene/Yuffie, Repliku/Vanitas, Ven/Beat [more friends w/ benefits], Xigbar/Luxord, Aeleus/Even, Ienzo/Demyx, Sora’s Mom/Dilan, (Cinderella’s) Prince Charming/Marluxia, Geppetto/Ansem, Tidus/Wakka, Zack/Cloud/Leon, Aerith/Tifa, Cid/Auron, Fuu/Tinker Bell, Seifer/Rai, Jack Sparrow/Setzer, Boo/Vivi [platonic], Rikku/Paine, Yuna/Elsa, Neku/Joshua, Rhyme/Snow White, Hiro/Pence, & Eraqus/Xehanort [together in death]

i have no idea what’s going on with the khux characters going forward, and atm they don’t really have anything to do this AU, but assuming they’re alive and they’re all their own characters, at least for the time being, those ships would be: Skuld/Strelitzia, Ava/Ephemer, Invi/Ira/Aced, Gula/Brain, and Sephiroth/Master of Masters (but again, these are more tentative, and i don’t actually care about these characters, really)

Disney characters:

(again, keep in mind that these are only the humanoid or really anthropomorphic characters; ones that are straight up animals, like simba for example, were not included)

Mickey/Minnie/Daisy/Donald/Goofy [M/M, D/D, MinDaisy, & qpt Donald/Goofy], Horace Horsecollar/Pete, Clarabelle Cow/Clara Cluck, Hercules/Meg, Tarzan/Jane, Aladdin/Jasmine, Ariel/Eric, Belle/Beast, Lumiere/Cogsworth, Will/Elizabeth, Quasimodo/Phoebus/Esmeralda, Kristoff/Anna/Rapunzel/Eugene, Maleficent/Aurora/Mulan/Shang/Phillip [Malora, Philora, Mulora, Mulan/Shang, Phillip/Shang], Alice/Wendy, Peter/Wendy [qpt], Peter/Tinker Bell [qpt], (BatB) Chip/Pinocchio, Anastasia/Chien Po, Yao/Prince (from Snow White), Ling/Drizella, Merlin/Yen Sid, Hades/Genie, Mrs. Potts/Flora, Merryweather/Triton, Hook/Smee, Doc/Grumpy, Blue Fairy/Dopey, Fairy Godmother/Happy, Fauna/Bashful, Slightly/Cubby [platonic], Calypso/Barbossa, Sam Flynn/Quorra, Queen of Hearts/Agrabah Merchant, (BatB) Wardrobe/Gibbs, Emperor/Sleepy [his cuddle-cubine, if you will], Grand Duke/Sneezy, Mike/Sulley, Woody/Buzz, Honey Lemon/Go Go, Wasabi/Fred, Baymax/Tron/Baymax, & Phil/Zeus

Assorted Notes:

- should probably mention that all the worlds are just vaguely All Connected Now

- ven and hercules dated in bbs (then the Plot happened, ven pretty much vanished, and eventually herc moved on. they’re a bit awkward with each other now, but they agreed it’d be too weird to even attempt to date now, bc herc outgrew ven while he was in a magic coma)

- zack’s alive bc they forced hades to resurrect him like he did with auron (my hc is that the deal he made with cloud in kh1 was to bring zack back to life, but hades reneged on this; when cloud finally shared this info with sora, a Quest was undertaken to get hades to honor the deal)

- repliku’s name in this verse is Kiru (he decided to go along with the Theme, minus the sigil); sora’s mom is named Hikari; and i’m going with henry and florian for the real names of prince charming and snow��s prince, respectively (marluxia will probably still call henry “charming” as a sort of affectionate and kind of joking nickname (bc in this verse, henry is the definition of a Disaster Gay))

- goofy and pete dated in the past, but broke up with goofy came out as aroace; pete’s still kinda bitter about it

- aqua/larxene/yuffie is 100% a thing bc i feel that aqua deserves to be able to have fun and not be the responsible mom friend for once; aqua and cinderella also have some playful flirting, but it’s never really serious

- terra’s getting a staycation with his girlfriend, and aqua’s getting a vacation with her girlfriends

- olette/xion/namine/sora/riku is Peak indulgence for me; i love namixiolette, sonami, and soriku too much to want to choose between them? fuck it, they’re all smushed together in a poly pile now. this is my indulgence fic, i can do what i want, and none of you can stop me XP (the other sub-ship combos, riku with any of the girls, and sora with the other two girls, are more queerplatonic, ftr)

- there’s like a whole soap opera behind mickey/minnie/daisy/donald/goofy coming to their current arrangement, mostly bc the idea of giving all the Drama to these characters in particular amuses me; same with past goofy/pete

- a recurring Theme in this verse is that compulsory heterosexuality is the true darkness, and pretty much no one is straight (and so, light = gay) (this is how the final confrontation in kh3 truly went down: sora: kingdom hearts, is gay! / xehanort: shit...u right, bro. kk, lemme just fade into the light of gay with my bf then)

- sephiroth in this verse is mostly just a vehicle for me to be able to mildly punish terrible lightside mentors, so this ship with the MoM is kinda a cracky spite ship (before kh3 went all in on xehaqus, this was eraqus’s original fate XD)

- i will admit, gula/brain is mostly just me going, “you both really annoy me, and i don’t care to find you better ships, so you two can deserve each other”; to be fair to myself, this attitude was on the rarer side during this process

- hiro totally builds a robot body for tron to use to visit the outside world, tho he still chooses to live in the computer most of the time; tron’s besties with baymax 1 & 2

- i’ll be honest: scrooge, huey, dewey, louie, chip, dale, and possibly jiminy, by my rules, should have been put into ships. they’re not bc i couldn’t find any that worked for me *shrugs*

- phil is more like zeus’s on and off again boyfriend; he’s really fucking annoyed that he keeps having to train a lot of zeus’s offspring, and that he kinda, in a way, ends up doing more parenting for them than zeus does; currently phil is kinda claiming herc away from zeus (”i’m his dad now, so there”) (so at this point, their relationship is more of a hatemance than anything else) (i guess in my hc, zeus skews more towards being like his myth self than the disney version)

- the total number of ships, if you’re curious, is 75

- i’ve actually got queer headcanons for the square characters (excluding the khux squad), and some of the disney characters, figured out (as an example, namine is a demiromantic asexual)

okay, i think i’ll stop here for now, tho of course i might tweak or add things later XD

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mcwriting · 4 years

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The Marriage Project (teaser)

Hi everyone! With Starstuck’s end just around the corner (sad ik), I thought I’d share a sneak peek of my upcoming story!

It’s a highschool AU, slow burn enemies-to-lovers Tom Holland x Reader, and is over DOUBLE the length of starstruck.

It becomes a pretty mature story later on, so just warning y’all now lol.

Okay, without further ado, please enjoy this little teaser!

Mrs. Flynn “married” the first couple, and then continued to draw. You had to admit that you were a little nervous, but still eager to see who you’d get.

Two couples later, she pulled Tom’s name.

You shot him an eyebrow raise to which he returned a discreet middle finger. You rolled your eyes as you prepared a drumroll for Mrs. Flynn.

“And his lucky partner is... y/n!”

“What!” you both exclaimed simultaneously.

Almost the entire class burst into laughter.

“Mrs. Flynn, this has to be a mistake,” you said.

“Yeah, can’t we have a redraw?” Tom asked.

You hated that he was agreeing with you.

“Nope! You get who you get and you don’t throw a fit! And if it doesn’t work out in a few weeks we can discuss divorce plans.”

“How about annulments,” you stated dryly, earning a chuckle from her.

“Depends on if you have kids. Now come on down! They always say your first marriage is the most memorable!”

“Who has ever said that?” Tom asked.

“You know. They. Now just get up here and do the ring thing!” she commanded...

“...You know what’s the best way to get revenge on a guy?” Alexis asked.

“Uh, no, but by the look you’re giving me it seems to fall under Carrie Underwood ’before he cheats’ directive.”

“No, dumbass. You make his family fall in love with you.”

It took a second to process what she said before you could give a decent reply.

“You’re kidding right? His family already knows who I am because of all the stuff we’re in together. They probably also know about our rivalry. I mean, he’s told his brothers to never become friends with me.”

“How do you know that?”

“The libero is Sam’s girlfriend. She’s been spilling tea for me for the past year.”

There was a break in the conversation as the waiter brought your meals out. Once he was gone, you spoke up again.

“Look, do you really think that would work? I mean sure I’d get under his skin, but it doesn’t really constitute revenge, does it?”

“Look at it this way,” Alexis put down her burger so she could splay her hands out in front of her. “If you can get on everyone else's good side, they’ll all talk about how much they love you and he’ll be forced to listen. If he really hates you, it’ll drive him crazy.”

You thought on it for a minute as you chomped on a chicken tender.

“Alright, I’m in. If it doesn’t end up working, I still have all of next semester to mess with him anyways. Now if I can just figure out how to really get to know his family…”

If you haven’t figured it out, the reader and Tom are each other’s biggest enemies and get paired up for a semester-long marriage project in their home economics class! It’s killing me not releasing it yet, but I plan to finish Starstruck first, which should be literally next week.

Thanks all for reading, and send an ask/message if you’d like to be in the tag list for this story or my perm list!

Permanent tag list: @jackiehollanderr, @one-big-fangirl

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fhujami · 6 years

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Do not cross the line | Chapter 27 [Sam Drake x Reader]

AU - Sam and reader works in the marketing communication office

Pairing: Samuel Drake x reader

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A/N: posting this phone, so might got fucked up badly 😂 also might have full of mistakes and won't made any sense. (Thats why i stop after finishing my stories) Sorry. Will fix the links and all later.

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Harry chalked his stick, prepared to hit the ball.

“You two didn't fucked?” - Sam asked while the pain in his chest grew until he was sure it will tear him apart.

“Why you think that?” - Harry asked from Sam, who’s brows knitted hard together when he thought. Nobody said that you and Harry were fucking. That was something he figured himself.

He thought you two fucked, based on Harry’s cocky talk about you, because he saw you two hugging, and that Harry disappeared into the restroom with you.

But if you two didn’t fuck, what he had done for the passing week, was a really shitty thing.

He wanted to make you jealous, with that idiot plan of fucking that waitress in his office, hoping you could hear or see them.

And you saw them.

He was such an asshole. You were probably so mad and hurt, never wanting to see him ever again.

The sound of balls clacking together after Harry’s hit, Sam returned back to earth from his deep thoughts.

“Yeah, we kissed but... But nothing happened.” - Harry continued, moving around the table to hit again, Sam’s eyes following him.

“I mean… She was drunk, it was a little heated but…” - Harry stopped for a moment when he finished his hit.

“But… She wanted you.” - he looked at how he couldn’t manage to put any balls to the pouch, returning Sam’s gaze. - “She always wanted you. And besides, I am kinda seeing someone else.” - Harry took a sip from his beer, and Sam couldn't believe his ears.

“Mate, I knew the moment you came with her in my room to introduce her to me, that you wanted her too.”

“How can you know that?” - Sam asked, placing himself next to the table, preparing to hit.

“Because you had looked that way only one woman before her…” - Harry said quietly, little bit of sadness in his tone while Sam hit the rock, balls clicking together while at the same time his heart stopped beating.

He didn’t returned Harry's gaze when he straightened himself, leaning to the edge of the pool table, feeling small gringe of pain on his chest when he knew who Harry was talking about.

“You have looked that way only Crystal.”

Sam closed his eyes, feeling the pain crunching on his chest. Different kind of pain that he felt earlier. This one came from deep, from the past.

Crystal. His first and so far his only love.

They were on and off for years, they met as teenagers, and the final break-up happened when Sam ended in prison.

That was enough to Crystal, not wanting to see him ever again, she broke his heart. Since that, Sam has not had any relationships. He figured he won’t have to face the pain again if he does not become attached to anyone.

Yet you two fucked twice, he was attached to you. The thought of you choosing Harry made him insane, making the pain return to his chest, ripping the healed wounds open what he fixed in the prison after Crystal left him.

And he ruined it all.

With his huge palm, Sam rubbed his face roughly when he wanted to punch himself so badly.

He sighed long, mumbling something under his breath.

“What did you do?” - Harry knew he had done something, you were acting so strangely this morning, that something clearly had happened.

Sam placed his hand back to the edge of the table, staring somewhere in the distance.

“I fucked Nina in my room and she saw us.”

Harry tilted his head back, shaking it.

“You are such an asshole...” - he said.

“She has hard time and you played with her like that!” - he snapped to Sam.

“What do you mean?” - Sam couldn’t understand what Harry was talking about. You were always so confident and happy in the office.

“I can’t tell you because I don’t want to lose her trust! But if you really care about her you really need to make this up to her!” - Harry walked around the table next to Sam, whos head was low, like a shamed puppy.

“I know you have been scared of becoming attached to someone, but if you really care about her go and fix your shit.” - Harry placed his hand to other man’s shoulder.

Sam closed his eyes.

He had no idea if he managed to fix what he had done. He had no idea if you can never forgive him.

“Go to her.” - Harry encouraged his best friend.

Sam was afraid. He was afraid as hell. But he knew he needed to try to fix it all.

He gathered himself and started to head toward the door, grabbing his denim jacket from the chair on his way as Harry watched after him, small smile on his face while grabbed his beer, taking a gulo from it.

“Good luck mate.”

Sam jumped on his car while throwing his jacket to the front seat.

His mind was racing, what the hell he should say? Will you even let him in to explain and apologize?

He shook his head with a frown while he turned the key, starting the engine.

He cursed himself to the deepest part of hell. Of course you felt the connection between you two when he made love to you st your place. But he was so blind and afraid to believe it after he saw you in the office talking with Harry, when you hadn’t called him.

You wanted to explain to him why you didn’t call him, but he didn’t let you.

He slammed the wheel with his fist when he became more angrier at himself, before he reached to dig from his jacket pocket his cigarettes.

He lifted the cigarette between his lips and lightened it, taking a long drag and letting the smoke fill his car when he puffed it all out.

He was sure you didn’t wanted to see him or talk to him. But he needed to try. He would not forgive himself if he won’t atleast try.

With anger he dragged his cigarette, as he drove fast to get to you as soon as possible.

Stopping front of your building, he jumped out of his car, locked the doors and rushed the steps up to the front door.

He ran the stairs up, skipping two steps when he flew up to your floor, fear growing in his chest.

Without hesitation, he rang the doorbell and waited. When nothing happened he closed his eyes, feeling how the crunging pain in his chest made him hard to breathe.

But when he heard the lock clicking his eyes shot open, when the door front of him opened slowly, your face revealing behind it.

But when you recognized him, you were about to slam the door close front of his face, but Sam managed just in time to put his feet between it, the pain were nothing compared what was filling his chest.

“Please. Let me in.” - he begged, peeking inside from the slightly open door, seeing how you were looking elsewhere.

“I have nothing to say to you.” - you tone was like an ice, the ice sticks from it smashing against Sam’s chest.

“Please. Let me explain.”

“I don’t want to hear about it.” - the conversation was almost the same you two had earlier of the week, this time parts had changed.

Sam mumbled with his words, he didn’t knew what to say, there were not enough words to say what kind of an idiot, an asshole he has been.

“Leave me alone.” - you tried to kick his foot away from the door.

Sam pulled roughly the door, your hand slipping from the handler and you took a few steps back as Sam stepped inside your apartment.

“I’ll call the police!” - you screamed to him as he closed the door behind him.

“You would have run to your phone already if you would.” - Sam said when he turned himself toward you, looking your small, scared form.

“I’m sorry! I was an asshole! I thought you were fucking with Flynn and chose him!” - he yelled at you, which made you take another step further from him.

“Harry?! Where the hell you got that idea?!” - you screamed back, even you were scared of Sam’s tensed body, his flaming eyes and threathful tone.

“I saw you two hugging and disappearing to the restroom! And you’ve been flirting with him as you had flirted with me too!”

“I am not accountable to you! We are not together or anything!”

“I know! But I thought we had a connection! That you felt it to when I made love to you in your bed! But you didn't call me to ask me back!” - Sam yelled, spreading his hands, he knew you two weren’t nothing, what you did was not of his business.

“I thought it too but you didn’t let me explain that I spilled my coffee on your note and it ruined your phone number! Then you treated me like shit and fucked that waitress again in your office! I thought you used me only for sex!” - tears were now pouring from your eyes as Sam’s eyes softened when he heard what you thought.

You tried your hardest to fight against the tears but the pain in your chest was too much and you couldn’t help it when they falled down your cheeks.

“Harry comforted me! He is the only one who ever cared how I feel and wanted to support me!” - your voice cracked more and more with each word what slipped from your mouth.

“I have no-one.” - you whispered, placing your hands on your chest as you squat down.

Sam watched how you broke down front of him. How that confident woman he used to see in the office, was now just a fragile and lonely girl.

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Battle For The Power: Chapter 8

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is the most powerful mobster in England. Her family’s business being in power over many of generations. But your family never saw the Holland’s as a threat to steal your throne. So know you must fight Tom Holland for the monster throne. Little did you know that to stop all of the fightings you would sign a contract to marry him so the two mafias would become one. How could you do this you already hated him but now you had to live with him.

Word Count: 1164

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

A/n: Hope you enjoy this chapter of Battle for the Power. If there are any grammatical errors please let me know. The story does start out slow throughout the first couple chapters but I promise it will be worth it. Please like and follow for weekly updates of my stories and fanfictions. I have decided to post this series every Saturday. If you would like to request a story message me or put it through the asks, ask me stuff or tell me stuff in the asks as long as its positive.

You woke up In your bed in the black dress from last night. You rubbed your eyes open to see Tom sitting in a chair pulled up closer to the bed. You get out of the bed and walk over to your bathroom to take a shower. When you get out of the bathroom Tom is still asleep on the chair so you walk softly to your closet. You change into a loose short sleeve blue dress, you then slip on some black heels. You walk out to see Tom still asleep so you poked his arm till he awoke. "Good morning darling." His raspy morning voice causes you to smile faintly. "Good morning Holland." "How long have you been up?" "A good forty-five minutes. Question, why are you in my room sleeping in that chair." "Well I carried you up here after you fell asleep, Zane was waiting for you so I talked to him a bit, then I talked to my Harrison and the twins, oh and Sam is taking a break for a while. Then I tried to sleep but I couldn't because of what Zane said so I walked over here to make sure you were okay. Then I sat down and I guess I fell asleep."

"That's sweet of you. What did he say?" "That's for him to tell you." "Okay since you aren't going to tell me, then you have to get ready for a meeting." "What meeting?" "A very interesting meeting with some very interesting people who pay well." "That sounds good darling, but why are you dressing up?" "You will see how I work today and why I do it." "Okay give me like ten minutes to get ready." "Okay, Holland I'll meet you in my office." "Incorrect, it was my office but now it's our office." "Fine, I'll meet you in our office." He walks out of your room to go to his, you grab a black blazer and stick your gun in the inside pocket. You thought about waking Zane so he could come, but then you thought that you, Tom, and Harrison will have it under control. You walk out of the room, close the door and walk to the office.

After a good twenty minutes, Tom walks in to see you sitting, Harrison standing behind you, and to young men in their early twenties sitting in front of the desk. Tom takes a seat next to you. "So Y/n who are these young men?" "This is Benny and Ivan Rivers, they work for their Father Flynn." "Okay, so can one of you tell me what your father does and why you are here today?" Ivan looks to Benny and then back to Tom and states "Our father uses his money to gather information from crime bosses, but while doing that he needs someone to cover up his 'mistakes'," he looks over to you and mumbles "today we didn't come to cover up for our father we came to tell you some information he has recently acquired." "Ivan, what information?" You mumbled it confused and worried.

Benny starts with "You have a brother, that is dead" You swallow hard and fight back a daring tear. "Flynn sent us to tell you that he's not dead, he is very much alive." "How?" "We don't know much, but everything you need is in these files." "I watched him die in front of me, there's no way he is alive." Tom puts his hand on your knee, trying to comfort you. "Harrison please escort them out." Harrison nods his head and walks over to them, they get up and Benny drops the files on the desk towards you. Harrison walks them out and closes the door.

"Y/n, you need to tell me what happened to your brother." "You have a file about me isn't it in there?" "All it says is that he's dead, I need to know everything if we are going to do something, okay."

"We were dealing with Erik Russ one of the many mob bosses that tried to take over mine. Zane wasn't there he took the day off, anyway, we've been fighting with Erik for about six months till he kidnapped my brother Carson. He locked Carson up in my old office tied him to a chair and taped his mouth shut. All of his men were on the perimeter disguised as my own men and when I walked into that office I saw him beaten up badly with all of his men pointing guns at his head. I immediately brought my gun out and shot two of his men till Erik said if I make any moves he would kill my Carson, Zane, and my parents. Then he grabbed me and shoved me into a chair and said 'Honey there's nothing you can do now except give up' little did he know that he sat me down right where a secret compartment was that had another gun. He only brought six of his men in and two were already dead, I only had to shoot the four. I quietly grabbed the gun and waited for the right moment to shoot his men. I shot them and they died but Erik didn't care, he never did. He didn't have his gun on him he left it on the desk, which was foolish. So as he reached for his gun I shot at him, but only hitting the stomach. He reached for the gun and shot the closest person to him, Carson. Right through the head. Out of anger, I shot Erik again just as he did my brother."

"Y/n, that's horrible. I didn't know you were there or even killed Erik yourself. If there's a chance that he is alive don't you want to take it?" "No, because he is dead, and I know he is dead." Tom takes the file and opens it up, "Y/n who he shot wasn't your brother it says it here in these plans they made someone look like him. And in these notes, it says they couldn't find him so they used someone else." "But why would he have shot him then?" "So his son would know that if he doesn't come back then they are all dead." "Wait so that mafia is still around." "I Guess they've been in hiding for the last two years." "Then where is Carson?" "In hiding, says that they are continuing to search for him, one of there men leaked the original plans of actually kidnapping him and killing him so he went into hiding."

You get out your chair and walk to the door as you open it you stammered "Don't bother me till you have found Carson's current location. If you don't I will find him, and take care of you and your incompetent men." You slam the door leaving Tom worried, but he knows you have more power than he does so he begins searching.

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