#Bet Sam got into some magic

[puppetmaster13u]

Pspsps, @puppetmaster13u I have a thought-prompt-idea-thing for you.

Amity Park at some point in history becomes Gotham.

And Bruce? Bruce is Danny and Sam's descendant whether those two had kids or it happened somewhere down the line is a different question.

[callivich]

Gallavich Winter Fic Recs ❄️

@ohkate asked me for my favourite winter fics so here we go! 💖

I bet there’s some I’ve forgotten, so I may add to this in the future. I’d love to know what everyone else’s favourite wintery gallavich stories are, if you feel like sharing?

The Axe by redkay

“Do you have an axe?” Ian asks. “On me?” Mickey clarifies.

A better day (for you) by @captainjowl

Ian is unhappy, Mickey can see it. He's quiet and withdrawn, and it's obvious that something is weighting on him. Worried, Mickey tries everything to cheer him up, but nothing seems to be able to improve his mood. Until suddenly, a few weeks before Christmas, Ian gets a phone call that brings the spark back to his eyes.

Closed for Christmas by @abundanceofnots

Two boys, one (not so) festive evening.

Santa Comes Early by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Late Christmas Eve night, Mickey wakes to find a stranger in his living room. What follows can only be described as holiday magic. Or maybe a fever dream. Because Mickey didn’t know Santa Claus had a son. A son who’s not only extremely handsome, but who just so happened to make a special trip to Mickey’s house, without his father knowing about it. So really, how can Mickey not fuck him?

12 days of gallavich by @sam-loves-seb

a collection of christmas one shots featuring ian and mickey through the years

Keeping Warm Amongst the Cold by @scarlet-witchery

Two newlyweds, a snowy day, a pile of Gallaghers, and lots of memories.

Show Me Family by @ifallonblackdays

Ian wants to celebrate their first Christmas in their new apartment. It backfires spectacularly. Until it doesn't.

Miracle on Naperville Road by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey’s known for a while now that he and Ian are closer than coworkers really should be. There’s something there between them - it’s obvious - their timing has just always been off. But this year, the Christmas party at their rich boss’s house feels different. Important. Destined. Ian and his ex are freshly split. And Mickey’s just made sure he’s single too.

Love is Patient by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey’s husband wants to send out Christmas cards this year, so god damn it, they’re gonna send out Christmas cards! Now if only said husband wasn’t distracted by a book in bed, instead of coming to see the final product. Surely Mickey can fix this in a normal and un-demonic way, right? …right? Hello?

Truth or Dare by @thisdivorce Ian and Mickey share some truths.

mentally, physically weak by pinkpantherman

“Think I got a way to warm you up, princess,” he says suggestively, kisses trailing down Ian’s jaw, easily accessing his neck when Ian tilts his head back. “Okay,” Ian mumbles with a smile, looking down and brushing his nose against Mickey’s, “but I’m not removing these clothes in any way, shape, or form, so you better get creative.”

Valued by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey wakes up from his afternoon nap to find his husband getting the backyard ready for winter. Early. Like how he came home early from his visit to the Gallagher house. Something’s off with Ian, and even though it’s hard for him, Mickey’s gonna figure out what. And then he’s gonna fix it.

Jack My Heat by @whatthebodygraspsnot

After a long winter day outside, Mickey helps himself to Ian's body heat on the couch. It's perfect - they've got a blanket, a fire in the fireplace, a joint that's keeping them laughing - everything that makes for a good hangout. They're best friends, after all. And when an accidental, curious little grind works up between them for the first time, maybe something more?

to the thawing wind by @gardenerian

Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his family are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road.

'Tis The Damn Season by @sweetcresta

“How long you in town for?” Mickey’s voice, muffled by the cigarette hanging from his lips, pulls Ian from his trance. He looks over at him, and for a split second, Mickey looks younger, like the high school boy that used to bring Ian to his knees. But in reality, they’re in their mid-twenties and they’re starting to get lines on their faces, the teenagers they once were lost to the passing of a decade. Instead of letting the memories linger, he wills them down with a gulp. “Just till the end of the weekend.” OR: Ian comes home for Christmas and old habits die hard. Based on Tis the damn season by Taylor Swift.

Merry & Bright by @arrowflier

On the eve of their first Christmas in their own place, Ian and Mickey prepare to host their family and think about how much their lives have changed.

Hay It's Getting Cold Out by @depressedstressedlemonzest

Mickey wants to shelter the stray cat he's grown attached to outside the apartment complex.

just another mall rat monday by you_me_us

Ian and Mickey are both working in a mall when a winter storm hits, somehow they are the last employees left inside and they have to survive together for one night.

like looking through a fogged mirror by charlemint

"It snowed! Wake up, it snowed!" "Th'fuck?" Mickey grunts, sleep thick voice cutting into the quiet after the toddler's morning assault on his ears. "Gonna guess it snowed," comes a flat, sleep slurred voice behind him, the pair of arms circled around Mickey's middle tightening. "Snow day for you then, Kris Kringle?" Mickey asks, his lips turning up in a lazy smirk when the nickname earns him a swat to his hip.

Throw a Girl Around by @arrowflier

Kev and Vee are in town to start the year off right, and an afternoon of playing in the snow with the kids turns into an afternoon of giving Mickey shit. In other words, it's a day ending in y.

LET IT SNOW! by @restapesta

Lip thought the upcoming blizzard to be the perfect excuse to disappear from home for a while. What he didn't think of was anybody being at the Gallagher house as he did so, especially not Ian and Mickey.

Auld Lang Syne by @arrowflier

On New Year's Eve, Ian is looking forward to a fresh start. Mickey, not so much.

ablaze by @catgrassplantdad

Ian and Mickey finally put their new fireplace to good use.

Snowballs and Sneaking Out by @gallawitchxx

Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.

Notes on Optimism by @gallavichy

Mickey POV Cooperative Gameplay one-shot. Ian and Mickey take their Christmas trip to New York.

[420technoblazeit]

was thinking recently about an au where crowley fully commits to becoming human and takes the cure and like. i mean he'd probably be a witch right. we've seen him use spells and rituals and hex bags so i assume he'd learn more advanced witchcraft without his demon powers

and i'd like to add that despite rowena being one of the most powerful witches in the world i think he'd definitely have too much pride to ask her to tutor him. like what you're 400 years old and you're going to go to your mom to learn magic? absolutely not. i think he'd just suck it up and comb through the bunker's library looking for different spells to learn. and it'd take him a while to figure out it out but eventually he gets the hang of it and starts practicing a completely different branch of magic to rowena's and even making his own spells

but i also think that with sam being rowena's apprentice and also the most type a bitch alive he and crowley would get SO competitive about it and it'd devolve into a rivalry where they try to one-up each other with increasingly convoluted dangerous spells. and eventually this escalates into a full on witch battle where dean and cas are cowering in the corner as crowley and sam hurls spells at each other and completely destroy the war room casting shit like oblivion laser or smth. dean is frantically calling rowena for help. little does he know that she's watching the whole thing with a scrying spell and placing bets with some other witches on who's going to win. she's got 200 bucks on sam, he's just been turned into a rat and he's going for crowley's ankles

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

All Star (Millie Bright x GN Reader) Featuring WSL + BPL players

Warning: Swearing, Mature content

Sam Kerr XL VS Erling Haaland XL

A massive day in English football that was arriving. The Women's Super League and The Premier League were in a agreement to have a All Star match. Both teams made up from Stars of the WSL and the PL and the week would draw a lot of inspiration from the NBA all star week, Contests, Celebrity match, etc

Even though their was some concerns about the players playing too much, the game would be in off season and players had a choice to play if they wanted too. The idea of playing with some of the best in the country and friends was a exciting idea so when where contacted to be apart of Pep's side you jumped at the chance

Much Excitement was gathering for the event, especially since you was contacted to be apart of the Haaland XL and would take on the Kerr XL. The days following up to the event was press, media and training with the teammates for the match. The likes of Haaland, Mead, Foden, Son, TAA, Leah Williamson, Walker and more. Whilst the other team would have Sam Kerr, KDB, Russo, Millie Bright, Daly, Ederson and more.

During training camp you met with friends like Mead, Leah and Heung Min Son and new like Haaland, Lauren Hemp, Thiago Silva just to name a few.

Training camp was filled with banter, fun and energy. You loved being around the league's top stars that sometimes it you had to pinch yourself to see if this was real.

"Ok team, this will be the line up for the game. everyone will have time on the pitch. Even though this is a game of fun, I'm sure we all don't like to lose" Pep said in a light hearted tone which was responded with smiles and head nods. The slide would show the line up and you study it.

GK - Mary Earps

DEF- Walker, McCabe, Le Tissier, Sliva

MID - Williamson, Son, Foden

ATT - Y/N, Haaland, Hemp

You smiled at the line up, This team looked good and the bench was good too. You felt a nudge behind you to see Haaland and received a high five turned into a fist pump. Hemp who was sitting next to you also did the same. Leah, Son and Foden would just be magic. the back 4 screamed hard work and aggression and Mary had that passion to motivate the entire team. You, Hemp and Haaland is a dangerous trio. Hemp with her pace and quick thinking, Haaland is well Erling Haaland and you were the Top Goal scorer in the F.A cup and Champions league last season. This Team was powerful.

The meeting went on as Pep gave game plans and who would most likely deal with who. Like the defence and Mary having to hold off Sam Kerr and Salah. Midfield up against Rice, KDB, Cuthbert and Toone.

"Y/N, Hemp,Haaland. You will most likely be up against Trippier" You rubbed your chin, he can be a challenge "Steph Houghton" You lean forward excitement filled you as you go up against a lioness legend "Harry Maguire" You smirked at the easy challenge "And Millie Bright" Your smirked turned into a full blown evil smile, Not only would you a Arsenal Striker go up against a Chelsea captain but you LOVED challenges and Millie fitted that category. You looked at your attacking teammates who also looked intrigued and ready untill "I got a tenner on F/N making one of them break" you hear McCabe say from the back who made the room laugh, you turned to her with you smile on show. What did McCabe mean by her bet? Well you had a reputation..............for being one of the biggest shit talkers there is.

Whenever you were marked by a defender you just talked...and talked.... and talked until you were in their head or made them so irritated that they would try and two foot you and not be able to focus most of the time you catching them off guard and finding yourself through on goal

One thing that everyone knew about you when playing

No one could shut you up.

"I SAY TWENTY!" Hemp shouts taking the bet on you gave an eye roll

"THIRTY AND A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME IF IM WRONG!" You had to double take as Son jumped in on it which threw you off "SONNY!" you said flabbergasted as the rest of the team were taking that bet

"HUNDRED!" You turned to Pep and gave him a really look

"I HAVE ONE FOR YOU F/N!" you turned back to Leah " Millie is a tough one and won't be easily broken" You tilted your head a little bit, interest building "If you can get Bright to break, I will be your assistant for a 24 hours" The room filled with oohs as you crossed your arms leaning back, biting your tongue, feeling a nudge from Hemp as Son put his hands on your shoulders and shock you "Go on!" Son said "Yeah you can make her suffer" Hemp said You smiled at your friends

"And if I don't?"

"You would my assistant for a full day" You smirked and leaned forward "And then McCabe's for another 24 hours" Your smirk dropped god knows what Katie would make you do. The Team were enjoying every moment of this after the brief thought, You knew you were the best at it when it came to cracking people. You turned to Katie who had the most terrifying smile you have ever seen in your life and past lifes. Leah walked over to you with a smug and extended her hand "do we have an accord" she said in a posh accent

"I Accept" You stood up and shock to the team clapping and voicing excitement. As Leah back to her seat you gently pulled her towards you with a evil smirk "Sonny!" You said gaining the Korean's attention "Yes?" "You don't happen to have a spare Tottenham shirt i can borrow right?" You asked in a innocent voice to which Leah's grin dropped and the blood drained from her face as the room started to giggle. "Yes i do, Why would you need one" He said smiling innocently "Just thinking Leah suits white and black clothing" Leah gave you a glare before returning to her seat.

The bet was on!!!!!

After many training sessions, interviews, social media posts, recordings for tv and youtube

The day was here, The team arrived at a sold out Wembley Stadium. Fans were on a high to watch football, see interactions they thought they would never see. The whole team was excited and determined to have a great match.

The team would go out for the last training session on the field before the game, it was there you would see the other team on the other side of the pitch and there she was. Your challenge Millie Bright, you looked at the Lioness she was quite the looker and you shamelessly checked her out. But then had an idea that hopefully would work, It was simple. She just needed to look at you. and thankfully she did.

She caught you looking at her and she nodded at you but frowned at little when you didn't nod back. She waved but all you did was smirk and went back to warm up. You were all ready trying to get inside the Chelsea captain's head.

The match was about to start, you walked out to the field with your team and waiting to shake the enemy teams hand and say good games and such. As you looked around you had to admit. Being in Wembley, on the pitch in front of that crowd was something.

You felt like a immortal everytime you played there, the cheers, the atmosphere. To you Wembley was the stage where legends made. And you know that after you scored the last minute goal for arsenal in the F.A Cup final against West Ham last season. You loved it here.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as you saw Sam Kerr approach you, clasping your hand and both winking at each other before saying "Have a good game" and this would continue down the line until you held Millies hand and gave a smirk which made frown a little bit.

As the match kicked off, you went to your position and found yourself marked by Millie. You glanced at Hemp who gave you a smile and raised her eyebrows at you

"This gonna be a great match" you said to Mille "Yeah it's crazy it's happening" She said in a happy voice

"Too bad i didnt get the male chelsea captain to deal with"

"Ooh is that How's it gonna be?" Millie replied in a amused voice as she glanced at you as you just gave a smirked.

A couple minutes later, you would find yourself running through on goal and was heading towards goal as you feel Millie trying to push you off the ball as Eddison was ready to challenge you. As Millie tried to kick the ball away she ended up dragging you down but you got a kick out of it but Eddison's fingers tip skimmed the ball enough to divert it to the post.

Next thing you knew you hit the ground hard as you felt someone fall on you. You looked at who was on top of you and was Millie "Sorry if that was a bit rough, you ok?" She said with her own smirk trying to get back at you. You couldn't help but get hot under the collar feeling her hot breath fall on you as she was on top of you but you remained composed

"Nah I'm good. I like it Rough, especially in the postion" you said in a flirty voice as you looked Millie up and down who responded with a flabbergasted face before she quickly got up and brushed herself off. You evilly cackle to yourself loud enough to hear.

Later as your team received a corner you would take your postion and felt a strong presence behind you. You glance to see Millie. She stood next to you as she got ready to fight in the air. You felt her hand on your waist.

"Oh Millie" You said in a fake shock but flirty voice. To which Millie give you a seconed look and glared at you. But heard McCabe cackle and you saw Kerr in front of you starting to chuckle. And a friendly bump on the arm by walker. But at that moment you heard the whistle and the ball was kicked in by Hemp and you locked on to the ball and was about to jumped but saw Haaland jump into the air for the header. You would jocky agaisnt Millie and you managed to throw off balanced so she couldn't challenge Haaland who buried it into the net.

Thr crowd cheered as the team chased Haaland but before you ran, you looked to Millie who was in the ground.

"That wasn't the brightest idea, Brighty!" You said before running off. Not noticing Rachel Daly heard the pun and couldn't help but feel proud at the pun. "It'd beginning to look like you gonna be wearing that spurs shirt Leah" Daly said as he walked past a worried Leah. Millie was being broken down slowly.

The game was 1-1 and you weren't slowing down with the jabs either, you tell Millie irratation was rising. "You seem to not be enjoying the match Millie. What could be wrong?" Nothing. You were standing behind her and couldn't see her face as you started to walk in front of her getting ready to make a run for the ball as the counter attack was coming "It's a nice view by the way Millie"

"What?"

"You backside"

"E-excuse me!" You heard her say in a shock voice as she stuttered the sentence out. In that moment before she could register you sprinted off towards the goal as Son lobbed the ball towards the goal as the chased it. "LITTLE SHIT!" You heard Millie shout trying to chase you down. The sentence threw her off long enough for you acceleration to get distance on her. You saw Maguire coming in for a tackle to which you did a Ronaldo chop to the left sending Maguire sliding in embarrassment. The crowd rained oohh and cheers, as you continued but the slight delay of the move let Millie catch up and you then would pull off a Cruyff turn which resulted in something the world rarely saw with Millie Bright. You sent Millie falling face first onto the ground, you didn't looked back as you ran towards the goal you were one on one with Eddison. Calm and collected to curled the ball past the Brazilian into the goal which led to cheers and claps as you ran off to find Son to thank him for the assist. "LETS GO SONNY BOY!" As you embraced each other and felt others join the bundle. Not knowing Bright was at her limit

Half time would come along and you would walk back to the locker room not before noticing a glare from Millie

You sat down waiting for Pep to talk about the game plan and you felt hands on your shoulders "I can't see much from my postion but I think you winning this bet L/N" you hear Mary Earps say. You turn to her "yeah I feel bad though, hopefullyshe doesn't kill me" you grimaced "Oh she is gunning for you. I saw her face and know what that face means. Whatever happens Just apologise after the game. Hopefully you haven't pushed her too far that we never see you again" She said patting you in the back. Rest of the team walked in over the next couple minutes.

After the talk about the game plan and getting ready to go back out, you see Leah "You seem quiet Leah" Leah sighed

"Cause she bit off more then she could chew" Foden cheekly said as he grabbed a drink "Are you really gonna make her wear a Tottenham shirt? Couldn't be me" Declan Rice said giving you a friendly punch on the arm Leah groaned in annoyance "I'm getting annoyed here" She voiced in the room "So is Bright, You gonna be a good assistant" hear McCabe say as you and her step put of the locker room "ATLEAST I DIDN'T GET BOOKED A YELLOW!" You hear Leah shout at Katie before the door shut behind you, leaving you and Katie laugh as you walk back to the field

You were running into the box as a counter attack was on and Rice lobbed the ball into the box and you went to for the ball but felt a pain in your back sending flying as you jumped and just narrowly missing the goal post and falling to the ground. You gasped the wind was knocked out of you and winced "Jesus" you said sat up and saw Millie staring at you "Oh are you ok? I didn't break you did i?" She said in a sarcastic tone. You smirked "Yeah I deserve that one" you winched as you sat up "Yeah ya did brat" as she walked towards to you and extended her hand. You accepted her hand "Though I must say, You hit me so hard I started to angels. Then one helped me up" You winked at her "Oh for the love of"

*Whistle blows*

You notice the sub board

You run off to the sideline not before clapping and sending love to the crowd, high fiving the team and the enemy team

You glanced at Leah and wiggled your eyebrows. You won the bet and she looked miserable and fearful for that 24 hours

You approached your replacement Bethany England who became a close friend of yours during the All star team training.

You doubled high fived her "She all weared down for ya Bethy" She smiled and shook her head "GO GET ONE" You shouted to the the Tottenham captain

The match ended 5-3 to your team. You would shake hands and show respects

"Oi Millie!" You saw her coming towards you, You put your hands up as a sign of meaning no harm "You really a tough defend-Oof" She shoulder barged you into a stagger and walked to her team. You looked at her leave and then glanced at Daly who gave you, you are in trouble and I fear for your life look. You were shaken from your thoughts by two Tottenham players calling you. You turned with a smile and jogged to Son and Bethany for the trophy lift.

You be lying if you said you didn't feel bad about Millie. You admit you did a bit much especially in efforts for a bet. You found yourself in a secluded area of the hotel both teams would away for the night. You asked Leah if you could have Millies contact details in efforts to apologise. To which she did even after the endless teasing from the team after losing the bet. The team all agreed that Millie cleary let you in her head. You messaged the lioness

"Hey Millie, it's Y/N. Leah gave me your number. I wanted to apologise for my actions I got carried away and went to far in my shit talking today and I am at the hotel and I wanted to apologise in person. If you want nothing to do with me I understand"

"What door number and I will you at 11 pm"

You responded with the door and was left on read thus leading to you waiting outside your door with it open with anxiety building

"OI L/N!" You eyes snapped to the voice and there she was a furious lion that was Millie Bright marching towards you that you would say was murderous intent. Oh she gonna kill you. You put your arms up in defence

"Ok Millie, I'm sorry I really messed and you are very right to be piss-" You were cut off by Millie shoving into your room sending you stumbling. You hear the door slam and felt Millie grabbed you and put you agaisnt the door. You breath quicken as her face was inches away from yours as her breath was heavy and her eye were starring into your soul.

You gulped

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She grabbed both your wrist pining them above you head as she aggressively captured your lips with hers, shocking you, you tried to fight out of it. but couldnt help kiss back. She put her hand under your shirt rubbing your abs and grinded against you. You couldn't help but submit to this lioness. The frustration you gave her today made her lose it

You started to moan as she controlled you like her own toy. You could feel Millie smirk before slipping her tongue in your mouth. You were in bliss, Millie was pushing all the right buttons like you pushed hers on the field.

She stopped for a breather "Holy-"

She then kissing your neck lightly making you shut up tried to fight back moans.

"Such a brat" her kissing became harsher and harder making you curl your toes and move you hands against Millies hold but she was freakishly strong.

Millie stopped and locked eyes with you

"You are going to make up for today" you looked at her helpless as you felt her hand move from your waist to your backside and she grouped. "I can't wait to see that view." She said in a devilous voice as she grouped your backside You were in a trance, you couldn't look away from her and you were still trying to control your breathing.

"But since I didn't get a trophy today, I'm going to take another one and mark it" She said lickling her lips before biting down on your neck and sucked on it. Making your wide eyed. Squeezing you fists and your voice caught in your throat. You let herself submit under her control as she continued to grope and pull you towards her grinding movements. "F-fuck M-millie" you said as you felt her mark your neck

"We will" She said grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed and pinned you down. You were still trying to process what was happening.

"What's wrong? I thought you like it rough?" She said in a seductive voice lifted up your shirt to your neck. "And this postion" you placed kisses from the top of your abs and went lower

Making you feel scared but filled with excitement

She went Iower

You moaned as you closed your eyes

She went lower

It was at this moment you was Millies trophy for the rest of the night

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You eyes fluttered open as you felt a hand play with your hair and stroke your head. You turned into the body you were intangled with and pressed your face into thier chest.

"Morning my Trophy" you heard the voice of Millie as you felt the vibrations of her speaking and looked up to her still half asleep. You felt her move strays of hair out of your face "You look cute when your all tuckered out" she said teasing you giving you pleasant flashbacks of the events of last night. "You say it like I didn't enjoy it" you gave a weak smile "Oh I know you enjoyed" She sat up slightly and drew you closer to her as she pecked your lips "I heard you enjoy it" You started to sheepishly smile, she pecked you again "I felt you enjoy it" you hid your face in her neck, pecking her neck and ribbing you face trying to hide

"Looks like I figured out how to finally shut you up"

The End

Well that was a different type of story I'm used to writing well the end part. I hope you guys enjoyed it and got a laugh and a gasp out of it.

I really wanted to write a story involving male and female footballers and I tried to make it work. Please let me know if you liked that idea btw

Please send feedback, If you want more Millie imagines request them 😁

[baccarry]

A Step Forward

Summary: When Bucky Barnes agrees to take part in Secret Santa, he hopes to draw your name so he can finally take the first step and give you a gift that shows how much you mean to him. But fate, his friends' pranks, and his own insecurities get in the way. On Christmas night, you'll discover that even the smallest gesture can be the beginning of something greater.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: G

Note: As the countdown to New Year’s continues, I’m fully soaking in the festive atmosphere. In my country, New Year’s is celebrated even more widely than Christmas, and the excitement is still building. While we wait, here’s a new story to keep the holiday spirit alive.

Sorry, but English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, please correct them. I would also appreciate beta reading services.

3019 Words.

Bucky clutched the folded slip of paper with a name printed on it. His gaze, usually steady and focused, darted around the room, searching for something to anchor onto. Somewhere in this room, he knew you were there, and just the thought made his heart race. All he wanted was to draw your name from this Secret Santa lottery, but fate had other plans.

He already knew whose name was on the paper. Quickly unfolding it, he grimaced and folded it back up again—the worst possible outcome. Yet, for some reason, he unfolded it once more, as if hoping the letters would magically rearrange themselves. Maybe from another angle or under different lighting... But no, the name remained the same.

“Sam,” he muttered, barely stopping himself from dropping the slip. His breath hitched, and Bucky closed his eyes, feeling a wave of disappointment swell inside him.

“Damn it,” he grumbled under his breath. His thoughts revolved around a completely different name—yours. For the past few weeks, he’d been carefully planning. He already knew the perfect gift for you, something that would carry not only a touch of old-fashioned elegance but also reveal the care and admiration he hid behind his guarded exterior.

Sam. Of course, it had to be Sam. Bucky shook his head, pretending it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“You look like you just drew my name, old man,” came Sam’s teasing voice from behind. Bucky turned sharply, shoving the slip of paper into his jacket pocket.

“Shut up, Wilson,” he growled, trying to mask his irritation. “And no, it’s not yours.”

Sam’s grin spread wide—the kind of mischievous smirk Bucky knew all too well. It was the same look he always got before delivering a particularly annoying jab. Judging by the glint in his eyes, Sam had already figured out how to twist the situation into a joke.

“You know,” Sam drawled, folding his arms across his chest, “I may not be a genius, but your face says more than you’d like. Hoping for someone special, huh?” He shot a meaningful glance in your direction across the room.

“I’m willing to bet you’d want to trade for your ‘assignment,’” Sam added, his smirk growing wider.

Bucky stiffened as Sam dramatically pulled out his own slip, holding it just enough for Bucky to see a corner. Instinct kicked in—he stepped closer, his hand already reaching to grab it, but Sam, chuckling, pulled it back just in time, like dangling a string before a cat.

“Ah-ah! Not so fast, old man,” Sam said with a wink. “First, admit you wanted to draw her.”

Bucky froze, his gaze turning sharp as January frost, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He hesitated for just a moment before muttering:

“I didn’t even want to play this stupid game.”

“Come on, don’t lie,” Sam teased, clearly enjoying himself. “I’ve seen you staring at her all evening. You’re two steps away from doodling her name in hearts in your notebook.”

Bucky huffed irritably, trying to brush off the taunt, but a faint blush crept up his cheeks, much to his annoyance. Straightening up, he crossed his arms over his chest and retorted with a challenge:

“Even if I wanted her name, what’s it to you?”

“Well,” Sam said, tapping the slip of paper in his hand, “maybe this is your little Christmas miracle. But, you know, miracles come with a price.”

Bucky squinted at him suspiciously.

“What do you want, Wilson?”

“Oh, just a small favor,” Sam said, pausing for dramatic effect. “You take my next patrol shift. The whole thing. Freezing toes, grumpy agents, and endless vending machine coffee.”

Bucky clenched his arms tighter across his chest, feeling irritation bubbling up. But when his gaze flickered to you—your smile lighting up the room—he sighed, the tension easing just slightly.

“Fine, Wilson,” he grumbled, extending a hand. “Give it here. But if you ever pull something like this again, I swear…”

“Merry Christmas, Bucky,” Sam interrupted with a grin, handing over the slip with your name on it. “And don’t forget my present.”

Bucky just shook his head, trying to hide how his heart thudded with excitement.

Now everything depended on him.

The central hall sparkled with festive lights. The air was filled with the scent of pine and hot chocolate. People murmured, exchanging smiles and glances as they waited for the next surprise. Pepper Potts effortlessly handled the role of host, pulling beautifully wrapped presents from a large box and reading the names on the cards.

You stood next to Wanda, shivering slightly with anticipation. Your eyes kept wandering to Bucky Barnes, who, as usual, stayed on the outskirts of the gathering, as if trying to hide in an invisible shell.

“I can’t believe he’s participating,” you murmured, nodding in his direction.

Wanda smiled faintly and shrugged.

“I’m afraid it’s going to be the last time.”

“Why?” you asked, glancing at her in surprise.

“My idiot brother thought it would be funny to gift him a pack of magnets,” Wanda explained with an eye roll.

“Magnets?” You couldn’t hold back a smile. “But vibranium isn’t magnetic.”

“That’s exactly what Clint said,” Wanda sighed. “So Pietro added double-sided tape, ‘just in case the magnets didn’t work.’”

You paused for a moment, and it genuinely struck you as odd.

“That’s… mean, I guess,” you said with a shrug, glancing at Bucky again.

At that very moment, Pepper handed him a gift. You noticed Pietro and Clint exchange mischievous glances, barely stifling their laughter. Bucky took the box with an expression of wary skepticism, typical of someone accustomed to expecting a trick.

You felt a pang of sympathy. Being the odd one out in any group, especially one this tight-knit, couldn’t be easy. Steve somehow managed, with his charm smoothing over any rough edges. But Bucky… It was harder for him. He seemed too quiet, too serious for all this commotion.

“Idiots,” Wanda muttered quietly, watching Bucky accept the gift with a polite nod of thanks.

You nodded silently, stealing another glance at him. You often tried to start conversations with him, showing him attention. He was a great conversationalist—attentive, polite, as if from another era. And although he spoke little, there was always something profound in his gaze that made you feel like he truly listened to every word.

“Modern men just aren’t the same,” your grandmother used to say. And now, you found yourself agreeing with her. You didn’t even need to acknowledge that you had fallen for him. The feeling had crept up unnoticed, born from his small gestures, his reserved kindness, and his genuine interest.

Bucky met your gaze across the room. His face remained impassive, but a warm spark flickered in his eyes, making your heart skip a beat. You smiled, and to your surprise, he gave you a small nod, as if thanking you for something you hadn’t even said.

Hearing your name called, you barely registered it. Passing Steve and Sam, you overheard their conversation, and a wave of anger surged through you. Steve, laughing, quietly said:

“I can’t believe we actually did it.”

Sam, nodding toward Bucky, added with a smirk:

“Well, the old man practically asked for it.”

Your steps slowed, and then you froze, a storm of thoughts whirling in your mind. “How could they do this?!” Bucky, who always kept his distance, had joined this Secret Santa exchange, albeit reluctantly. He deserved at least something pleasant, not a cruel joke.

What hurt the most was Steve’s involvement. Captain America. You had always considered him the epitome of decency and kindness. Now, he had fallen so low in your eyes it was hard to comprehend.

You barely heard Pepper calling your name or what she said about the gift. Mechanically grabbing two boxes, you turned on your heel and headed back to Wanda. But on the way, you couldn’t resist stopping in front of Steve and Sam.

“Is this funny to you?” you hissed, stopping abruptly.

They exchanged confused glances, clearly not expecting such an outburst. Sam was the first to speak.

“Whoa, hold on. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You narrowed your eyes, glaring at each of them. “You think it’s funny to give Bucky some stupid ‘joke’ gift? To someone who already struggles to fit in here? You think it’s amusing to make him feel like an outsider? Or do you think he doesn’t deserve a real present?”

Steve raised his hands, trying to calm you.

“Wait, what are you even talking about?”

Your argument, though quiet, had already drawn some attention from the remaining guests. Bucky, who stood nearby, turned at the sound of your voice. His gaze shifted between you and his friends, a mix of surprise and worry flashing in his eyes.

“Let’s step outside,” Steve suggested, his voice calm but firm, nodding toward the corridor. You hesitated for a moment, then nodded and followed him, clutching the boxes tightly. Sam stayed behind as Pepper called his name.

You returned from the corridor after your talk with Steve, feeling strange. Your anger had melted away, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and lingering regret. Now, you knew Steve and Sam had nothing to do with the magnet prank. They had only wanted to help. They printed your name again and slipped it to Bucky. If either of them had drawn your name, it wouldn’t have been an issue—they would have simply swapped. But Plan B was made specifically for Bucky because he wanted to give you a gift. A real one, from the heart.

You glanced at the two boxes in your hands, a wave of awkwardness washing over you. How had you even ended up with both gifts? That wasn’t like you at all.

Back in the hall, you found it almost deserted. Pepper was giving instructions to one of the staff, while the rest of the guests had moved upstairs to continue the festivities. You slowed your steps, scanning the room for someone who could tell you where Bucky had gone.

Initially, you headed toward the elevator, intending to join the others. But something inside stopped you. A quiet intuition, a little voice saying, “That’s not where you need to go.” Turning, you made your way downstairs, not entirely sure why.

And it turned out to be the right decision. Near the door leading outside, you saw Bucky. He walked slowly, his posture slightly hunched, more so than usual. Near the nearest trash bin, you spotted something familiar—a discarded, unwrapped gift. Looking closer, you realized it was the Secret Santa present.

Bucky hadn’t even taken it with him.

Your heart ached. You could see how hard it must be for him: reserved, cautious, constantly feeling out of place. And now, this gesture screamed louder than words. He clearly felt uncomfortable, as if even participating in this game confirmed his worst fears—that he didn’t belong.

Taking a deep breath, clutching the boxes tighter, you made your way toward him.

“Bucky!” you called, quickening your pace. He paused for a moment but didn’t turn around, as if unsure he was the one being addressed. His shoulders tensed, as if bracing for another blow from the universe, and the sight made your heart ache.

“Bucky, wait!” you called out louder this time, and he stopped completely. When he slowly turned around, you saw a mix of exhaustion and regret in his eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts—you needed to explain everything to him, but you had no idea where to start.

“These shoes make it impossible to keep up with your big strides,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Bucky raised an eyebrow slightly, and you thought you saw the faintest shadow of a smile tug at the corner of his lips.

But you still didn’t know how to continue. Standing beside him, you shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, still holding the boxes in your hands. His gaze flicked to the gifts, and you noticed his shoulders tense just slightly.

“That one’s yours?” you asked, holding up the smaller gift wrapped in red paper with golden snowflakes.

Bucky shook his head and gestured toward the second box—the one in dark blue wrapping with a silver ribbon. His gaze lingered on it a moment too long, and you noticed the faint twitch of his fingers.

“That one.”

You lifted the blue box higher, inspecting it under the dim corridor light. Something clinked softly inside, and Bucky visibly tensed, as if afraid the contents might have been damaged. Resisting the urge to peek inside, you handed both boxes to him, freeing your hands.

“Hold these,” you said, digging into your bag.

Bucky instinctively took the boxes, his puzzled gaze never leaving you. You continued rummaging until you pulled out a small, neatly wrapped package tied with a red ribbon.

Now, a minor dilemma arose: his hands were full with your gifts, and holding the package meant you couldn’t take them back. You both stood in awkward silence for a moment before you firmly grabbed his sleeve.

“Come on,” you said, tugging him back toward the tower.

“Look, I really appreciate how much you care about me,” he began reluctantly, following your lead. “But perfect songs, modern dancing, and all this…”

“I’m not asking you to go back to the party, Bucky,” you interrupted, glancing back at him. “I’m asking you to find a place to put my gifts so I can give you yours.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he slowed his pace.

“This is for me?”

“No, Barnes,” you replied with an exaggerated eye roll and a teasing smile. “I just brought it to show off how good I am at wrapping presents.”

The corners of his mouth twitched faintly, but he said nothing. Instead, you both approached the reception desk, where he carefully set down the boxes. You handed him the small package you’d been holding and watched as he untied the ribbon and began unwrapping the paper with almost painstaking precision.

It was both endearing and slightly exasperating. You would’ve torn through the wrapping in seconds, but Bucky meticulously smoothed out each piece and folded it neatly before slipping it into his jacket pocket. Finally, he took the gift in his hands, his face softening as he realized what it was.

You smiled, watching him examine the gift. His eyes held genuine surprise and joy.

“You know, you can give gifts to people you didn’t draw for Secret Santa, right? Or was it different in the forties?” you asked, teasing him lightly. “Never mind, don’t answer.”

You brushed a strand of hair back, still riding the wave of excitement from his reaction. You weren’t ready to open your own gift just yet—afraid your reaction might not match his. Plus, watching him enjoy his moment was far more rewarding.

Almost casually, you adjusted your hair and said nonchalantly:

“There’s a small club on the corner of 5th Avenue and 42nd Street. It’s called ‘Velvet Echo.’ They’re having a concert tonight—modern songs, but performed in the style of past decades, from the twenties to the eighties. I’m heading there now…”

You left the statement open, casting him a questioning glance.

“Velvet Echo” was one of those cozy places that preserved the charm of bygone eras: a small stage, dim lighting, plush velvet chairs, and jazzy melodies transitioning into retro-pop. It always felt like stepping back in time, into a more romantic age.

Bucky squinted slightly, clearly intrigued by your choice.

“Sounds… unusual,” he said, trying to keep his tone neutral, but you caught the flicker of interest in his eyes. “Are you going alone?”

“That depends,” you said, shifting the gifts around in your hands, needing something to occupy them. “But I don’t know how to dance… at all.”

Bucky’s smile softened, and a hint of tenderness glimmered in his eyes.

“Well,” he said, stepping closer, “I don’t think that’s a problem. Any woman can dance if she’s led the right way. After all, I was a decent dancer… in the forties.”

The warmth in his words was like the first golden ray of sunlight in winter. You smiled back instinctively, a pleasant flutter stirring in your chest.

“Well then, maybe you can show me how it’s done,” you said boldly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, and gestured toward the door.

“Let’s start by getting there.”

He stepped behind the reception desk and noticed your coat draped over a chair. With practiced ease that felt almost instinctual, he picked it up and helped you into it, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders as he adjusted the collar.

“Thanks,” you said, turning to see him smoothing the fabric, ensuring it looked perfect.

“My pleasure,” he replied quietly, his voice steady yet soft.

Together, you headed toward the exit, walking side by side. Bucky held the door open, allowing you to step through first. The simple, old-fashioned gesture made your heart skip a beat—it was rare and oddly touching in today’s world.

Outside, snowflakes floated lazily through the glow of streetlights, giving the night a magical holiday charm. You glanced over at Bucky as he adjusted his scarf, then smiled warmly.

“They have the best hot chocolate in the city at ‘Velvet Echo,’” you said. “Consider it a bonus for your dance lesson.”

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly.

“Then I’d better make sure this evening is worth your while.”

And with that, the two of you walked forward, blending into the sounds of a city already alive with Christmas anticipation.

[jasmines-library]

Can you do a Winchester sister fic pls where the sister gets years taken off her life by saving Dean (how Dean took years off his life to save Bobby in season 5) and she’s running out of time and while Sam is finishing up the poker game against the witch to save her, she dies in deans arms (the sister is closer with Dean and always looked up to him and the boys ofc are always protective of her) but then Sam wins the poker game and brings her back

The Curious Case of Dean Winchester

Note: This one was really fun to write. I hope you don't mind that I added my own little twist onto the episode (S5E7) and that it's pretty angsty: I couldn't help myself.

warnings: Death but only brief, swearing once or twice.

Word count: 2.3K (wow it's been a hot minute since I've written like this and i've missed it)

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

Those were the last words Dean Winchester told you before you split off to search the other side of town. Of course, that is exactly what you did. 

As soon as Cliff Whitlow, the missing victim, had revealed the man behind his so-called miracle, you knew exactly what you had to do. The man behind the unusual deaths- Patrick, was a witch- a powerful one at that. And you needed a Witch. 

See, Dean had got himself into a predicament. He had made a deal with a crossroads demon so that Bobby could walk again. He couldn’t bear to see him so miserable anymore, so he did what he thought was the right thing to do. Bobby was mad, you and Sam even madder, and you were now running out of time to find a way to get him out of it. It frustrated you that Dean’s impending doom was creeping up slowly on  you, ready to grab him at any second, but no one was doing anything about it. So you took matters into your own hands. 

You took the elevator around the back of the bar down to the basement after bribing the bartender with enough money to make you cringe. It was rickety and jolted unnervingly as it descended, opening up into another bar. Few people lingered around sipping from glasses of spirits that lined the walls, though you paid little attention to them because your gaze had locked onto him. He sat smugly in a secluded section of the room behind a table a poker game had been laid out on. Leaning back on his chair he watched his latest victim bet away his life. He was using magic to enchant the poker chips, grinning as he scooped the man's chips towards him, watching as his face turned ashen and grey. 

“That’s a cruel trick you got there.” You said making your way over to the table. 

“Thank you.” He shrugged, rearranging the black and red chips with a smirk. “I take it you’re here for a reason?”

“I want to play.”

He glanced up at you, raising a brow and speaking to you with a thick, Irish lilt. “You look awfully young for someone trying to get more years… that is unless?”

“I’m not a witch.”

“I see.” you were intriguing him now. “How can I help you?”

“My brother. He made a demon deal. I need you to get rid of it in return for my years.”

The witch tilted his head as he looked at you keely. “Now slow down there, princess. Cancelling a demon deal is a very difficult thing to do. Takes a whole bunch of magic and persuasion to do that. Giving me a few years isn’t going to be enough.”

“30.” You laid down. 

“Tempting.” He hummed, “But I think we can have some real fun with this. What do you say?”

“Whatever. Just help my brother.”

“Good answer. I’ll play for your brother’s deal. You win, I'll try to cut your brother's deal.”

“And if I lose?”

“60.” The staggering number almost made your heart stop, but you were doing this for Dean. Sam needed him. The world needed him. “But it’ll start slowly until you least expect it.”

“Deal. Oh and one more thing.”

The witch leaned forwards in his chair

“Dean can’t play to replace my years with his own.”

“You must be very desperate.” The witch mused, gesturing for you to take a seat as he began to shuffle his deck of cards. “That or you’re extremely stupid. Who knows. But I like you. You show loyalty to your family and that’s very important. Perhaps, once you lose I might even see if I can remove your brother's deal. I’m feeling generous today.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Just shut up and play.”

~

“Y/N?”

Dean’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks as you rounded the corner after stepping out of the elevator. He stared at you with an irascible look, though you could see the confusion hidden in his eyes. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed at you. You were supposed to be across the other side of town. When the three of you split up, you took off in the wrong direction to slip into the bar before your brothers found it. You had taken the receipt from one of the victims' jackets and raced down there in hopes that you would make it out before one of them stumbled across it. I guess you were just incredibly unlucky today.

“Planting daisies.” You said sarcastically as you tried to push your way past your brother so he wouldn’t see your face.  “What’s it look like?”

“So you found the game?” He queried, chasing after you. 

“Yep.”

“Did you stop it?”

You kept quiet and continued on straight. You had lied to Dean hundreds of times before so why couldn’t you bring yourself to do it now?

“Y/N?”

You stopped, turning to face him with a sigh.

“Not exactly…”

You could see the dread on his face now. “What did you do?”

You swallowed thickly. “I played. Okay?”

Dean Winchester stared at you dumbfounded for a moment, his lips twitching as he struggled to process the right words. “And?”

“...I lost.”

Your brother nearly exploded. “Are you kidding me?! The one thing I told you not to do was ‘anything studpid’. And you played some He-witch?!”

“Someone had to do something Dean! I can’t just sit by everyday knowing that you could be dragged away from us any second. I can’t go through that again Dean.”

“You idiot.” He was blaming himself, you could hear it on his tongue; the way he seethed. “Sammy and I are looking for something. We will find something.”

“That’s what you said last time. And I'm sorry Dean, but I can’t. Sammy needs you. The world needs you.”

“And you don’t think we need you?! You can’t go throwing your years away.”

“They’re my years. I can do what I want.”

“How many did you lose Y/N?”

“60.”

~

Sam bustled through the door trying to balance a tray of drinks and a paper bag filled with fast food. He slid them on the counter and tossed his keys beside them as he called out.

“Are you guys home?”

“In here, Sammy.” Dean emerged from the bathroom and Sam could tell his brother was mad. He was wearing that stern look and his voice was agitated. 

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Here.” You bundled through the door, glancing silently between your brothers gripping a candy bar you had wrangled from one of the vending machines. You didn’t really want it you just needed an excuse to get out of the motel room and escape from the tension and side glances that Dean shot your way. 

Sam studied you for a moment as you pulled out a chair to slump on. At first glance he hardly noticed it, but he realised that you looked older. Not by a lot, but you moved differently and your eyes were ever so slightly more creased. 

“Either of you two wanna tell me what happened?”

“Y/N’s got a death wish. That’s what happened.” Dean stated, rummaging in the bag that Sam had brought back from the diner. 

“Oh so I was just supposed to let you die? Again?”

“Yes. Or find another way.” Dean spat back at you but you knew he was scared. Scared and feeling guilty for what your near future might entail. 

Sam blinked as the two of you argued, firing words at each other. “Whoa. Slow down. What happened? Did you find the witch?”

“Oh yeah. Y/N found the witch alright, Sammy. Why don’t you tell him what happened, Kid?”

“I played.”

“You what?”

“I played for Dean’s deal to be spoiled… and I lost.”

“Oh God, Y/N/N… How much did you lose?”

“60…” You started, watching the horror cross his features. “But he’s taking them slowly. Waiting until we least expect it.”

“And there’s the punchline.” Dean could have laughed. 

Sam was in shock, though he understood why you had done it. He understood why you were hurting. He was there when Dean was taken. He saw how broken up it made you and he saw how you clung to him when he returned, hesitant to leave his side for weeks. 

“Oh kiddo.” he sighed “What have you gotten yourself into?”

~

“You know, I still think I should play.” Sam said. The three of you had just broken into the Witch’s flat. Sam and Dean believed that if they got hold of the chips then they could find a way to get you your years back, but you had been caught and the witch had revealed that the chips had nothing to do with it. That was when Sam was given the idea to play for you. In the meantime you could feel your body changing and see the lines being etched into your face. 

“No. No.” Dean cut his brother off straight away. “You’re not good enough. I’m better, Y/N's way better. We both lost.”

“What so I don’t get a say in this anymore? Dean can’t play so I’m the only option we got. I’ve watched you hustle plenty of poker games. Hell, that’s how Y/N learnt-”

“Sammy.” You pleaded. You knew that if this went wrong everything you did would have been for nothing. “Please. No.”

“Y/N. We can’t just let you… you’ll die. We’re going to find you a way out of this. I promise.”

~

“Take it.” The blonde woman, the one from the bar and the witch’s apartment, was perched on your bed as the three of you hustled back into the room. Dean’s fingers instinctively reached for the gun he had tucked in his waistband. “It’ll help.”

Sam took the parchment gingerly, turning it over in his hands before reading the messy handwriting scrawled across the page. “What is this?”

“The most powerful reversal spell you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”

“And it reverses what?” Dean asked.

“Patrick’s work. All of it.”

“You saying she could be normal again?” Your brother’s hand found your shoulder protectively.

“Her and everyone else he’s ever played.” She said before adding “who’s still alive.”

“Why the hell should we trust you?” Sam scowled.

“Trust me, don’t trust me. I don’t care.” She stood and made her way to the door. “The spell is real.”

“If it zaps everyone, doesn’t that include your man?” Dean asked. 

“And me too.” She shrugged, “I look good for my age.”

“Lady, this don’t add up for shit.” Dean said. “Why would you want that?”

“I have my reasons.” her hand went to fiddle with the silver locket around her neck before she fled. “Do it quickly. We leave town tomorrow.”

~

The spell hadn’t worked. 

When Dean tossed the toothpick Sam had smuggled him into the flames he looked up at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes but nothing happened. You didn’t get younger. And Sam was still betting his life away against that witch. 

You could feel it now, the way your life was slowly slipping away. At first you didn’t really notice it, but as soon as you began pursuing Patrick, you knew your end was approaching quickly. You supposed that ‘when you least expected’ was a lot closer than you expected. The thought made you bitter as you shuffled into the car, wincing at the way your joints ached the way they would after a long hunt or session at the gym. 

Dean glanced at you through Baby’s mirror as he sped down the road towards Patrick’s apartment in search of some more of his DNA. His concern grew as you climbed the stairs much slower than you would usually have done and as you entered his room.

The two of you searched quickly, looking anywhere for a speck of something that might contain just a speck of his DNA. another one of those toothpicks or something. Albeit the pair of you were struggling to find anything. 

And then it is you. All at once your joints popped and clicked as your body changed suddenly. You cried out in pain as your brother ran to your side to catch you before you could hit the ground. 

“No. No. Not yet.”

You blinked up at him as you struggled to breath, your heart slowing as your body forgot how to function. 

“Dean…” Your voice faded as he cradled you in his arms. Your breaths slowing and your eyes fluttering.

“No.” His voice broke as he fumbled for his phone. “No you hang on sweetheart. Come on Sammy, pick up!”

There was no answer as Dean’s phone rang and went straight through to Sam’s voicemail. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed as he through his phone across the room, tears streaming down his face as he clung to you. Watching your chest slowly rise and fall. Up and down…up and down…up..and…down…up-

There was nothing after that. You lay morbidly still in his arms as your body ceased to function. 

“No! Y/N. I can’t lose you now. Please….”

You did not move and the room was filled with the sound of your big brother’s grief and he sobbed. And then, you took a gasping breath and sat up abruptly in his arms. 

Your body had returned to normal. The extra wrinkles around your eyes and the grey hairs gone. Your breaths were steady and your heart was strong. 

“Y/N/N?” He whispered.

“Dean?” Your eyes searched him. “Sammy did it.”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, squeezing you tightly. “I knew he would.”

Dean’s phone began to ring from across the room. Reluctantly, he peeled himself away from you as he moved to get it, though his attention never strayed far from you.”

“Dean?!” You heard your other brother over the speakers. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah. You did it, Sam. She’s going to be just fine.”

[sgiandubh]

This is a thank you, not an ask. I guess I would be classified as a lurker in the Tumbler world since I primarily only read what others write.  But I did make a comment to you once and you responded so you made me feel comfortable enough that I could send this to you.  Shippers have unknowingly been helping me stay sane these past few years.  My husband has Alzheimer’s with Aphasia and I have been his sole caretaker for a long time.  Having this responsibility is not for the faint of heart. One day in early 2019 I stumbled across Outlander and like a lot of others, was in, hook, line and sinker and Jamie & Claire and Sam & Cait became part of my daily life.  Last week I had to place my husband in a memory care facility.  It was an agonizing decision and I prayed for a sign that this was the right move.  As stupid as this may sound, I think my prayer was answered.  On the second day he made a friend.  His name is Jamie.  Only in the Outlander world would this have any meaning, but we've now got a sweet Jamie in our lives.  You may officially call me crazy.  Thank you to you and all the other shippers for all the smiles and happiness you've brought to me and many others. It kept me going.

Dear @jovialchaoslover,

By all means, do not thank me, even if I felt incredibly moved and honored by your submission, on behalf of the entire OL Shipper community. In fact, I should thank you, because for all those name calling and finger pointing Anons, you get to read something as genuine, moving and personal. These moments are rare and precious (and should remain so). They make you feel useful, in a very unexpected way.

You are one of those daily life unsung heroes and I want you to know that you are probably way stronger than you would ever think. I can only imagine the kind of experience you are now going through, even if I am (like many daughters, all around the world) only too aware of the cruelty with which old age sometimes disfigures beloved family members. I have only a remote idea of my own grandmother's quick descent into dementia and death, but I do have a very direct experience of the grueling toll it took on our family. Especially on my own mother, who let everything go and cared for her until the very last moment.

With the proper care solution in place, you will find yourself with a lot of time on your hands. A spare time you perhaps forgot existed. Please (I urge you) use it wisely and never forget this is all about you. You more than deserve it and the moment is now. I may know a thing or two about emptiness and void. They are incredibly enticing and treacherous. Please try and do something for you every single day. It does not matter if it is important or completely futile: it is about YOU and changing the angle will change everything. Remember the wonderful woman I am sure you are and try to reconnect with her. I can promise you she is not very far and I bet she misses you, too.

Last but not least, let me tell you that I will never call you crazy for having shared that Jamie story with us. I think it was very brave of you and I can confidently tell you it even has a name. What you experienced is called synchronicity and it is part of the tiny and personal magic of daily life. People as serious as Carl Gustav Jung dedicated their life to try and make some sense of this. And it all started with one of his patients (he was a shrink) describing a very vivid, recurrent dream of hers, that featured a scarab beetle. At the very same time, they both saw a scarab beetle (uncharacteristically) tapping on the window. The woman was not instantly cured (psychoanalysis does not exactly work like this), but it helped both of them overcome a very frustrating communication barrier.

That Jamie story is a real synchronicity, too, because it is meaningful for you and nobody else. It happened for a reason you are the only one to understand, in time. I could talk about it for hours and link it (as Jung did) with my beloved I Ching or with a couple of dead(ly) serious German philosophers, for some extra gravitas. But I am not going to over-complicate things. You got this. You are strong and brave and believe it or not, I am sure you are also loved by many.

I also think Caitriona Mary Balfe and Sam Roland Heughan should read your ask, finally understand their magic brought solace to many, many people around the world and get their damn act together for Season 8. But that is a different story altogether.

For the rest, if you want, we will be here for you. Me and probably other kind people on this side of the fence. Anytime you want, here or in DM. It may not be much, but it is something.

PS: that may or may not have brought a #silly tear, you know.

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt.6 because somehow I'm the most productive in the middle of the night (the generator)

Tom: Why is there blood everywhere?

Luke: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife. Tom: You stabbed someone?! Luke: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife. AJ: Hey, what are you reading? Sam: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself. AJ: Impressive! I must have it for myself! Tom: So it’s just a Notebook? Sam: It’s just a Notebook. Tom: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Luke: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Tom: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back. Luke: Why are you telling me this, I don't care. Luke, right after Tom leaves the room: I miss him already. Luke: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead! Luke: You don't think I can fight because of my height! Sam: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Tom can fight in that dress either. Tom: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride. Tom: Why are you late? Sam: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness. Tom: Overslept? Sam: Overslept. Tom: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! AJ: It's kind of complicated, but Sam and Luke- Tom: Got it. Forget I asked. Sam: Luke is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life! Tom: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!

AJ: What's the signal when something goes wrong? Sam: We yell, "oh shit." Tom: ...That'll work. Luke: I bet you can’t make a sentence without the letter "A"! Tom: You thought you just did something there, didn’t you? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon. AJ: Fuck you. Sam: I’m totally useless. Tom: You’re not totally useless. Tom: You can be used as a bad example. AJ: When do you usually go to sleep? Luke: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods. Tom: Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Luke: No… not really. Tom: Are you going to do something about it? Luke: Hm… nah. Tom: Luke learned how to fold origami penguins from Sam the other day. I told him, "I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here." And the next day he put them in the fridge. Sam: I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth. Sam, barging in: Syphilis! AJ: Sam: AJ: Pardon? Luke, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Tom: ... Tom: What’s in the box? Luke: What woul- Tom: Luke, what’s in the box? Luke: I think you know. Sam: Today at 7 am, Tom poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Luke: I watched Tom brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm. AJ: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

[radiance1]

BOOM SHAKALA MOTHERFUCKERS I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!!!!!!!!

So, this time it's not anything to do with worlds or space but BIRDS.

Bet you didn't expect that one didn't you!

Sam have a great expansion of knowledge about the Paranormal, Mythological and the Occult. So, she finds out magic is real and is fucking ecstatic, well after she met Pandora, she started going through all of her material for spells and what not.

She knows all witches have to have a familiar, but she doesn't know what she would want to have as one, then a crow catches her eye and she just goes fuck it.

Then she started collecting an army of crows.

Pandora herself helps teach her the more, mystic, parts of magic whenever she's available, with Undergrowth begrudgingly helping her along with other parts such as nature magic.

Which is actually surprisingly difficult and rather easy and the same time.

Undergrowth uses a completely different system to use his abilities, whereas Sam uses mana and the occult to achieve her magic. So some things that Undergrowth can do easily might be hard to do for Sam, and where things that Sam can do easily would be a bit difficult for Undergrowth to do too.

The same thing is true for Pandora, albeit to a much lesser extent. She knows about spells and mana, so it's easier for her to translate to into teaching for Sam unlike Undergrowth.

Pandora is the one who helped to unlock Sam's mana when she was interested in it, finding that she has a great amount of mana right off the bat.

Enough that in the olden days she would be fought over by magicians fiercely.

Even more so by how greatly it increases by the added on amount of her familiars.

Now, a single crow's mana isn't that much in the grand scheme of things, but add on 50, 100, 1000? Now, that is a great boost indeed.

Sam has enough crows to cover the sky has an entire city. Though most of them she never uses, that's still a great deal of mana that she and her familiar's are constantly sharing with each other, she even managed to cast protection magic on each and every one.

At least she's dedicated.

Hotep Ra is back in town, despite his attempts to plot and use Tucker to further his own ends, he now wants to serve the boy just as he did Duulaman.

To which Tucker was rightfully suspicious of.

Hotep Ra explained that now that Tucker has defeated him, no matter if he had help from his friends or that ghost boy or not, he has recognized him as the rightful heir to the throne.

Even if that throne is long gone, Hotep Ra is not.

With the time he spent with Tucker, he would sometimes urge the boy to reclaim his past self's throne, claiming that Duulaman and by an obvious extension Tucker, was born to rule over others.

To which tucker doesn't really want so he just nopes outta that one.

Hotep Ra also help him be able to control the scepter, although he himself doesn't have complete knowledge of it, he's learned through observing Duulaman what to do and how to use it.

He also got Tucker a few birds as an apology, specifically Golden Eagles, as Duulaman himself quite loved the apex birds, and thought it would be a fitting apology if Tucker happened to share the same trait.

It worked.

So now tucker has pet Eagles that come to him whenever he wants.

Danny is a bit miffed at current events, don't get him wrong he's happy that his friends get to learn magic and stuff, but now they barely have anytime to hang out!

Seeing that his kid isn't feeling that great what with his recent friends learning magic and having birds, Pariah thought that it would score him a few dad points if he got his kid his own bird!

Said bird is a giant the size of two houses that can and would kill if given a reason to. Pariah Dark literally forced it into submission so his son can be happy, it can also split itself up into multiple smaller birds.

Danny is happy with his gift.

Sam, when she isn't learning with Pandora or Undergrowth or hanging out with Danny and Tucker, usually occupies herself trying out magical concoctions or rituals.

A recent one she wants to try is to make a stone, a stone which is surprisingly apart of the family tree with the Philosopher's stone, just that this one uses no alchemy and pure magic to achieve its results.

She's confident in herself and that she can do, so she gathered all the ingredients listed for it. The first few of the ingredients were rather easy to get at first.

A lotus whom blooms at the crack of morn yet lay dormant 'i its absence.

A lotus which grants thou both power and strength tied with the god of kinship, physic, protection, travelling lamp and welken

A stone what be foe of any poison

A stone quoth to dispatch any whom comes into contact

All four of these weren't hard to get, though she had to wait quite a while for her crows to bring her the items requested.

The last item was a liquid.

Substance of greenist glow quoth to bring the dead to life and the corky to youth

Easy, she thought. There is loads of that stuff all around the ghost zone, though when she tried it, it failed.

Again, she tried failed.

She never knew what went wrong, she had all the ingredients, so what is happening? She looked over the recipe again, seeing that everything she had should have worked.

Was it her timing?

No, her timing was perfect.

Were her ingredients defective of some kind?

No, if they were she would know.

She paced back and forth through her room, thinking to herself what she could be doing wrong with a few crows looking at her curiously. She went through the recipe over and over, looking over her timing and ingredients before stopping.

Wait.

Bring the dead to life. Ectoplasm can't do that.

Sam sent out a village's worth of crows to find this mysterious substance that she thought was ectoplasm, but isn't. Yet when her familiars came back, not a single one could find it for her.

So, she sent them into the zone, confident in her protections so that they won't be harmed. It was when she was sleeping that she felt it.

A vicious snaping withing her chest that forced her awake and out of bed, almost immediately she called all of her crows to her, all of them coming but one.

So, she sent out to find her missing crow. Going to where she can feel the bond's last traces and with coming upon a portal. She then departed without hesitation with only half of her scout crows.

Almost immediately she could feel the bond pick back up again and made hast to follow it. When she got there she was ecstatic, there right in front of her was a glowing green pool of the liquid she thinks she needed.

Though she was cautious in approaching it.

It was only when she was nearby the pool did she realize a man was in the room with her, a man who stepped out of the pool with his attention fully on her, his red eyes gazing at her with interest.

She tensed when she noticed one of her scout crows gripped tightly in his hand.

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Man idk what I'm doing lmao but I wanted to make this a dc x dp crossover so hhehaheheh.

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Danny and Tucker are worried about Sam, they haven't seen her in a while, and while it isn't all that usual for her to be doing her own magic thing for days on end.

They couldn't help this foreboding feeling in the back of they're heads.

Which was only furthered by how her crows gathered around them and pushed them towards a portal in the zone. Hotep Ra went with them, not one to leave his master.

The three stepped into the portal, and not knowing that they stepped into an entire different universe.

They started to search for their missing friend with the help of her crows and their own birds.

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A thing, Sam doesn't know where all of her familiars are and vice versa normally. But if she ever focuses on their bond it would lead her to them, and she can call them to her whenever she wants.

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[alkhemeya]

The Magnus Archives, Episode 11 — 13. Thoughts.

I've decided instead of speedrunning the damn podcast, I'll just listen to like, 3, a day.

Also, I'll be getting my Ipad earlier then expected. They just needed to replace the screen. So, albino Sims fanart will happen soon!

Statement Begins.

Episode 11 — Dreamer.

1. Oooh, this one is about the previous Archivist? Wild. Dreams, too. Makes sense.

1.5. Antonio Blake, love his name. And he's gay/bi! Can't believe he dated a man named Graham. Though, better name then Tim.

2. Huh, Blood vessels? The way people are described here kinda reminds me of, uh, Bloodborne. For some reason. Though, the way the veins are described on the people.

2.5. Bet Antonio sees like, how people die. Like, death clairvoyance. Also, odd how he didn't wake up when he got hurt. Very odd.

3. OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT! He saw how his previous manager (why is he name John too? Why???) was hung by a vein and he hung himself in real life! DEATH CLAIRCOYANCE!

3.5. Every Saturday, huh? And yeesh, 8 years of this?? I find it funny that our guy works in a magic shop. How funny.

4. Oh, oh fuck. Imagine trying to stop your dad's death and he died anyway. Ouch.

5. Scarlet light? That's new. And Gertrude seems to be the only one who died with this stuff in the dream... hmmm.

6. Poor Antonio, trying to stop people from dying and it happens anyways.

7. Sims! And what the fuck did Elias mean 'died in the line of duty'? That's really not a good sign. 100% Elias killed Gertrude. Maybe for, like, ritual stuff?

7.5. Antonio and Geryrude will now go on the list. Yes, Gertrude is dead, but her death is wildly suspicious yknow?

8. And Antonio Blake is a fake name, understandable. Sims thinks its kinda fake, but will clearly want to know if anyone dreams of his death. Same.

Episode 12 — First Aid.

1. Calling it now, we'll hear some wild shit. Like Cannibalism. Nightshift at the hospital is calling for chaos.

1.5. Hear ye! Christmas is not fun for doctors. The Insane shit that happens is wild. I know of a family member who got stabbed on Christmas. Told me about how, when he was waiting in the er, this one guy walked in with a firepoker in the side.

2. Dear god, second degree all over? What fucking happened? Did he get boiled alive? Roasted? The fuck???? Why are his clothing okay???

2.5. And another guy too. Shit. Bet its the spooky fire ghost. Why does the guy have eyes on his joints? Like, cool tattoos, but huh??? Are they protection? Like evil eye stuff??

3. OH MY GOD THE YOING GUY IS GERARS! GERARD WHAT ARE YOI DOING???

4. And the older one is speaking. Asag/Asak, Veepalach, and The Lightless flame. That seems. Important. Maybe it's the fire ghost guy from before? I don't know.

4.5. OUR DOC IS GETTING HOT LIKE OUR BUILDER GUY! The older man may be a fire ghost. Though, he's clearly tangible. Maybe it's fire people? Like, they can't live long because etheyll melt like candles? I'm just throwing stuff to the wall.

5. Okay. Empty AE. Not good. Why is there growling?

6. THE VENDING MACHINES FUCKING EXPLODED? WHAT. WAIT FONT TOUCH THE BUNRING GUY DOC FO NOT.

6.5. DOC IS GOMNA FUCKING GET BURNT.

7. Gérard I love you I adore you have my money. Gérard is a hunter, isn't he? He hunts the supernatural, like Sam and Dean.

7.5. What the fuck do you mean 'better beholding?' What I'd the beholding? Oh, wait. WAIT! IS IT LIKE THE CHURCH THING??? OH MY GOD ARE THEY ELRITCH GODS??? I need to write that down!

7.6. YEAH BURNUNG GUY IS DEAD! Fycking cremated himself tho. Rip.

7.7. I don't like that last sentence. What does he mean hea being watched? Is it that beholding? Is it???

8. Okay, okay! So, Asag is a Demon who corrupts and is disease, okay. OH! Martin speaks Polish? Love that. And apparently some Latin. Sims please stop bullying him.

8.5. So, Sasha is techno person here while Martin is the language guy. Cool, cool. Don't like that last bit about an eye. Really don't!

Episode 13 — Alone.

1. OH MY GOD WE HET ANOTHER BOIXE! Naomi. Love that name.

1.5. Poor Sims trying to explain. Also, full name Naomi Herne. And it's about her fiances funeral? Rip.

2. Okay, regular stuff. Naomi seems depressed, but that's just me. I too love being alone. I don't have to talk to people, or be bothered.

3. The sudden mention of Evan having a religious family immediately made me think of a cult. And it probably is.

3.5. I really don't like the sound of the family. Also, mind control? Or maybe grief? Not sure about that bit.

4. Did Naomi get thrown into a liminal space, but the woods? Or am I just overthinking?

4.5. Naomi. Get out there. I really don't like the sound of that graveyard. NAOMI.

5. I don't know why, but that felt more... Real then the other statements I've listened to. Despite my love for being alone, I also am terrified of it. Especially of I'm the woods. Like, am I truly alone? And if I am, will I get out? Will anyone remember if I die? Will they care? Honestly, being alone can be both terrifying and comfortable.

6. Sims. Sims. You need to learn to be more nice oh my god. This man gets no bitches.

7. Okay, so possibly a teleworking graveyard. Hmm. And the fact that a part of the fragment has forgotten on it...

8. Yeah, the Lukases are a cult, probably about being forgotten or some shit. I can feel it!

And that's it. My head hurts, oh god.

I am not made for this much thinking.

Statement Ends.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 52 – DAILY THEMES

TENTACLES

Tentacular Spectacular by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 9,131 Tags: Curses, Bondage, Double Penetration

Summary: When Amora the Enchantress lays a peculiar curse on Tony, its effects are not at all obvious... until Tony gets home and sees what's happened to Steve. And as for breaking the curse -- well, that happens to be Tony's number one fantasy. (Or: Tony never turns down a good tentacle. Or several.)

Reasons why I love it: Tony accidentally getting cursed with his ultimate fantasy is the funniest shit ever. I bet Amora is shaking her fists at the sky for not seeing that coming. As always, Sineala's writing is wonderful, the smut is great, and I really love how quickly Steve goes from being squicked out to being completely on board. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's fantastic!

Where We Both Could Live by blue_jack

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,248 Tags: Soulmate AU, Angel Steve, Octo Tony

Summary: Tony’s seen a lot of Humans, but he’s never spotted so much as a silhouette of an Angel before.

Reasons why I love it: I never would've thought to make an angel and an octo-mer soulmates, which is why I'm so glad blue_jack did, because the concept is fricking amazing! I always love a sweet and submissive Steve, and as always, blue_jack's writing is excellent. Plus, the underlying romance is amazing. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

The real reason why the Hulk hates cephalopods by salytierra

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,938 Tags: Octo-Steve, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut

Summary: Tony turns to the rest of the team, all gathered around the bathtub in which Steve is sprawled in, and stabs a finger into Clint's chest. “First of all, birdbrain, this is our bathroom, and you are all in it. So if I want to fucking talk dirty to my calamari of a fiance here - I fucking will, and I don't really care about your goddamn sensibilities. Second,” He points at Coulson, “I went away for two days, TWO FUCKING DAYS, and you let Captain America be hit by a fucking curse and transformed into a fucking octopus from the waist down. How the fucking fuck!? And Why?” “Those are a lot of fucks in one single rant.” Sam supplies.

Reasons why I love it: Tony Stark - traumatizing the Avengers since 2012. I really love that sweet moment they have about the arc reactor and how Tony is perfect for Steve in every form. And the smut that follows is ridiculously hot. You should definitely check this one out, it’s amazing!

Soft Robotics by isozyme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,324 Tags: Robot Tentacles, Misunderstandings, Masturbation

Summary: “I promise this is all non-toxic. The silicone is medical-grade, even.” Steve makes a choking noise. “I would hope so,” he says, going bright, tomato red as he says it.Tony makes some cool robots. Steve makes an assumption.

Reasons why I love it: Steve having a dirtier mind than Tony for once is the best, I love it! And of course, once Tony gets it, he absolutely has to go there. I'm always a huge fan of Tony using his genius for kinky shit, and this fic is an excellent example of that. Plus, seeing how turned on Steve is just seeing what Tony is doing is amazing. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's super hot!

Small Weird Love by haemodye

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,140 Tags: Magic, Established Relationship, Multiple Orgasms

Summary: When a magical mishap results in Tony swapping his legs for tentacles, he's absolutely mortified. How is he supposed to face Steve? Steve can't possibly want him like this. Right? Right...

Reasons why I love it: The smut in this is absolutely amazing, but what really got me is how palpable the love between them is in this fic. Steve's worry in the beginning and his unwavering support is so sweet, I was practically swooning throughout half of this fic. It's amazing, and if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola Suitor Suit Voice Lines

When Summoned: I'll make you happy for the rest of your life. ...Something like that good enough?

Summon Line: Whaddya think? No matter how you look at it, don'tcha think I resemble an "ideal prince"?

Groooovy!!: I'm just sayin', this proposal is totally fake, okay? Don't you dare think it's real or something!!

Home: I'm gonna knock this proposal out the park!

Home Idle 1: You know how in manga and TV shows, people'll give roses to the person they like? Bet that's totally embarrassing to do.

Home Idle 2: Ghosts sure are a pain to deal with. I kinda feel sorry for you now, 'cause you gotta live with 'em.

Home Idle 3: Romance, huh. I don't really get it, but isn't the most important thing finding someone you like to be around?

Home Idle - Login: I'm gonna win that bride's heart just like an Ace of Hearts should!

Home Idle - Groovy: I'm good with not dating anyone yet. 'Sides, I'm already busy looking after you lot.

Home Tap 1: What's an idea couple look like? I mean, doesn't that depend on the person you ask? Everyone's got their own definition of happiness, so.

Home Tap 2: Rook-senpai was all, "We might as well go all out!" and set my hair up. That guy's real skillful, huh!

Home Tap 3: Can you read what's on my rosette? I had Sam-san write a little something on it with magic, and... Hey, you're waaay too close!

Home Tap 4: I'm definitely the type that'll marry later rather than sooner... Eh? The ones who say that get married faster? No waaaay that's happening!

Home Tap 5: What's with you...? Hey! You tryin' to say I look stupid wearing this!?

Home Tap - Groovy: I am the one most suited for your hand... Hey, give that back! That's my cheat sheet for the proposal!

Duo: [ACE]: Riddle-ryōchō, can I finish them off for ya? [RIDDLE]: You've got some nerve trying to leave me out, Ace.

Requested by Anonymous.

[shallowseeker]

Zachariah's "Mary"

DEAN: (shaky) Sammy, let’s get out of here. MARY: Don’t you walk away from me. (Dean stops) I never loved you. You were my burden. I was shackled to you. Look what it got me. (She blinks and her eyes turn yellow.)

5x16

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Michael re: Dean + family

JACK: No. Dean -- he's strong. MICHAEL: He's a gnat. I'm a god. Who would you bet on? JACK: You don't know anything about Dean. MICHAEL: I'm in his head...literally. I know everything. Like, I know how sad he was when you died...on the outside. On the inside, well, it's not that he was happy -- he just didn't care. 'Cause you're not Sam. You're not Cas. You're a new burden that he was handed. You're a weak, helpless thing. You think that they care about you, love you? You're a job, a job none of them wanted. And you --

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DEAN: Shut up! MICHAEL: You don't need them. You don't even like them. They're not your family -- they're your responsibilities. They're a weight around your neck.

14x10

BONUS:

DEAN: The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a stinking war... only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon... and later killed by one himself. That man got a bum rap around every turn. ... HENRY: I'm sorry. I wish I had been there for him. ... DEAN: Your responsibility was to your family, not some glorified book club!

8x12

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JACK: NO! Leave me. I can't stop this. I'm coming apart. I don't want to hurt you. Don't let me hurt you. DEAN: Hey, hey, hey, we're not giving up on you, okay? (to Sam) Uh... magic. Magic. One of Rowena's spells. Come on, we've got to do something!

15x18

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Kids aint supposed to be grateful! They're supposed to eat your food and break your heart. 

[special-mooon]

Random TWST hcs I have (Part 2 here)

(I need to write these down somewhere so enjoy)

(En español aquí)

One time Cater was working on a potion in class and dropped his phone down the cauldron, it completely melted away. Safe to say he never brings his phone to that class ever again. (Trey baked him goods to make him feel better about losing the phone)

Deuce’s mom got pregnant when she was young and still in Highschool. She became a single mother and had to drop out in order to support him. Deuce didn’t find out about this till way later in middle school and it became the main reason why he wants to become a better student.

He’s a mamas boy what can I say

Also in my mind Deuce is Mexican ☝️ (its true he was the chambelán at my cousins quince)

Ruggie is crazy good with kids, he basically became the neighborhoods permanent older brother.

The horror movies in twisted wonderland are actually a lot more tame than in the real world.

One time Yuu watched a scary movie with the 1st years and everyone was shitting their pants while Yuu just stood there like “🧍this is goosebumps level horror”

Yuu explained the plot to Hereditary once as an example of what type of horror movies their world had. The 1st years never want to watch a movie from their world. Like ever.

Also medical treatments in TWST are a lot nicer and painless. They use magic for a lot of injuries. Got a deep cut? Magic! You’re sick with some virus? Magic! Magic cures all! It even works on ppl who can’t use magic

Oh but it doesn’t work on Yuu since they’re from a different world

One time Yuu got a cut pretty deep and needed stitches

Having to explain what stitches were to the professors was a strange experience. The students thought it was some form of torture method.

“So you just get sewed up like some ripped teddy bear?!

Wait until you explain to them what Shots are. Or how getting blood samples work in your world.

Oh but the dentist treatment is fairly the same in both worlds.

No one in heartslabyul can handle spicy foods (except for Deuce)

While at Scarabia spicy food is like the main meal and everyone LOVES it.

One time Kalim invited Riddle, Trey, and Cater to come eat dinner at his dorm. Let’s just say some things happened and Jamil now learns to tame down the spice whenever anyone from Heartslabyul comes over.

Cater has photos of Trey and Riddle from that day. He was threaten to never share it with anyone. (He looks at them sometimes to get a good laugh even tho he was also dying that day from the spice)

Yuu once made an Ice Cream cake for Malleus birthday. At first he was a bit disappointed that Yuu brought him a cake since he’s not a big fan of them, but was absolute flabbergasted when he bit into it. He now demands Yuu to teach him the recipe.

Sometimes the Leech twins will have full on fist fights in the Dorms lounge area. Not cuz they hate eachother or anything, that’s just how they are. Everyone at the dorm is so used to seeing them fight to the point where people start betting on which brother would win. Yes Azul was behind this.

Listen Rook would absolutely love the “Masochism Tango” song

Idia helped build an AC unit at Ramshackle Dorm only because Yuu kept staying over at his dorm when it would get hot outside.

There’s a story that floats around the school about Sams shop. Apparently a student years ago tried stealing something from the store and the student ended up turning into a frog, they completely disappeared after that. No one knows if the story’s true or not. Still no one dares stealing from his shop.

Kalim is surprisingly really good at Slide puzzles. He was able to solve a 6x6 puzzle in under a minute.

When Malleus was a child a frog wrapped its tongue around his horn and it freaked him out. He tried grabbing the frog but it was too slimy. Lilia ended up finding him curled up in a ball outside his backyard with a frog sitting on his head. Yeah he HATES frogs now.

Silver likes frogs tho he thinks they’re cute. Once when he was a kid he brought a frog into the house when Malleus was visiting. Malleus out of instinct SMACKED the frog straight into the wall.

Silver didn’t talk to Malleus for like a week straight after that. (Sebek was not so pleased about it)

The only person higher than Malleus in Sebeks mind is his mother. He’s such a mamas boy and want’s to become strong enough to not only protect Malleus but also to protect her.

Listen Sebeks dad is literally just some guy. Imagine Allen from Barbie. He’s still a great dad and husband tho

That’s it for now I’ll probably make another post when my twst brain rot returns 🫡🫡🫡

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Book of the Damned: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Charlie found the Book of the Damned which has the spell to undo the curse of the Mark. You've made yourself clear but they're not listening to you. What better way to show Dean how serious you are than to hit him where it hurts: Your kids, Sam, and Charlie.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You head to the nearest convenience store which is five miles from the cabin. You walk inside and only notice the cashier behind the counter.

"Afternoon, ma'am."

"Hi," you say.

You walk toward the junk section and browse the chips they have. You're looking for something salty to snack on and grab your favorite bag of chips. Just for good measure, you grab a six-pack of beer along with some cookies for Charlie. You feel the man's eyes on you but you don't comment on it. You walk to the counter and set the stuff down, noticing they have gummy bears. You grab two bags and add them to your pile.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that will be $15.75."

He doesn't scan anything or move to touch your items which is weird but you don't think much of it. You take out a twenty and hand it to him which he takes. You immediately notice the tattoo peeking out of his sleeve. It's an eagle with two heads and in the middle is a cross that's been sharpened at the bottom.

"Are you heading home or just passing through?" he asks.

"Just passing through."

You look up and notice a mirror on the wall behind the man. Through it, you can see what's behind the counter. The real cashier is lying dead on the ground with blood all over the place. You can't help but laugh at the situation, and the man looks at you in confusion.

"This is just perfect, actually. You're someone I've been wanting to see. Let me guess, Styne, right?"

Styne throws your change at you just as someone comes up behind you and grabs you. You make no move to fight them even though you'd win if you did. Styne walks out from behind the counter with a knife in hand, the same knife he used to kill the cashier.

"Now, who might you be?" Styne's eyes drift to your chest where your shirt had fallen away, revealing part of your Mark. "Well, hello there." He grips the hem of your shirt and lowers it to show the rest of your Mark. "Where'd a pretty lady like you get their hands on something like that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Styne."

He chuckles and steps closer to you.

"My friends call me Jacob." He chuckles again and looks at the items you are going to purchase. "These wouldn't happen to be treats for a red-headed little gal, now would they?"

"If you knew what was good for you, you'd get your hands off me," you say to the man behind you.

When he doesn't, you blast both men away from you with your magic exploding out on all sides. Snacks and drinks topple over shelves and the little stands holding keychains and postcards fall to the ground. The man who was holding you goes to grab you but Jacob puts his hand up to stop him.

"Alright, I understand. You've got power. My apologies." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at Jacob. "Do you know a red-headed girl?"

This is it. This is your in. They want the book. As much as you want to know its secrets, if they have the book, Dean can't use it to get the Mark off you. You can kill two birds with one stone if you do this right.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I bet you're looking for something. Maybe something to read?"

Jacob points the knife at you but you don't bat an eye.

"What do you know about it?"

"Too much."

"I'm betting you want to use it to rid that gift on your chest."

"No, quite the opposite. See, I like this power. I want this power. I will kill anyone who gets in my way and that includes you."

"There's no need for violence." Jacob puts his knife away. "All we want is the book. Care to give it up?"

"I'll be more than happy to give you the book so as long as you leave me and this Mark alone. If you try to get rid of it, I'll know where the book is and I'll kill every last one of your family members starting with you."

"Done."

"Follow me and I'll lead you right to it. Oh, and do me a favor. Kill the red-headed girl. She's no longer useful to me."

"As you wish."

You don't see Dean standing at the back door listening to every word you've said. An hour after you left the cabin, his head started hurting like there was a battle going on in his head. Your magic now mixed with your old magic isn't a good thing. His head became clear and he realized what you are up to. He left to see what you were doing and found you at the gas station. He leaves before you can spot him and speeds back to the cabin.

"What happened?" Sam asks when Dean enters.

"Y/N is betraying us. The Stynes found her. She didn't turn over a new leaf. She's on her way over here to hand the book over to them and to kill us at the same time. She will kill everyone here if it means the cure for the Mark is gone."

He takes the container of holy oil and splashes some in the fire.

"Dean, what are you doing with the holy oil?"

"There is a cure for the Mark in the book, but it comes at a price. We got to destroy it."

Dean grabs the lead-lined container that contains the book.

"Are you sure about this?"

"It's calling to me, Sam, okay? I can hear it. It's calling to the Mark. It wants me to take the book and run away with it. Call me selfish but I care about both of your lives. If the book is gone, there is no need for her to kill us. Burn it now." The sound of a car pulling up to the cabin catches Dean's attention. He goes to the window with his gun out and looks through it. You're standing next to Jacob's car with a smirk. "Sam, burn it now!"

You crack your neck as you walk closer to the cabin. You're sure they locked the doors and windows but that's not going to stop you from getting inside. Jacob and two of his men follow you up the steps, eager to get the book.

"Dean, I'm home! Let me in!"

You stick your hands out in front of you and all the windows shatter with your magic. The front door flies open and Jacob's friends walk inside. Sam is kneeling by the fireplace so Charlie and Dean are the ones who have to protect Sam by fighting against them. One of the men grabs a chair to knock Charlie over the head with it but she grabs an angel blade and slices his torso twice. She kicks him into the wall and stabs the blade through his heart. Dean punches the other man in the face and kicks him in the stomach which sends him doubling over in pain. Dean grabs another chair and slams it onto his back, watching as the man crumbles to the ground.

"You want to go in or shall I?" Jacob says to you.

"Oh, you got this. I don't want to steal your thunder."

Jacob walks in with a gun in hand just as Sam tosses the book wrapped in cloth into the fire.

"Silly boy." 

Jacob glares and raises his gun to shoot at Sam. Charlie ducks behind the couch and Dean takes out his gun to shoot at Jacob. He shoots him three times but that doesn't take him down. It does knock his gun out of his hands but he knows he can take Sam without a weapon. He takes three steps toward Sam and Dean shoots him two more times. He bounces back easily and grabs at Sam's throat but Sam is two steps ahead of him. He drives a knife into Jacob's chest even with his hand wrapped around his throat. Jacob glares at Sam but he twists the knife, and that's enough to take Jacob down.

"Shame. I was really hoping he'd kill all of you," you say and step into the cabin.

"What the fuck, Y/N! Look what you did! This is... I can't even... You said you'd want to change!"

"You really think I turned over a new leaf?" You laugh. "When are you going to get it through your thick head that I like being this way? I don't know how many times you want me to say this but I don't want it gone! I told you what would happen if you continued to look for the cure, didn't I?" Dean's face goes ashen. "The trail of bodies I'll leave will all be your fault." You look at Charlie with a glare. "Starting with you."

You stalk over to her but both Winchesters run at you to stop you. You blast both of them backward and continue walking. Charlie scrambles to grab something but you get to her first. You conjure a knife and stab it through her abdomen and she gasps in pain. She slumps against your body and you twist the knife.

"I missed your organs on purpose," you whisper. "I want you to wake up every day knowing I will be right there ready to kill you. You'll die at the hands of me but it won't be today. If you continue to look for a cure, I will trap you inside your own mind forcing you to relive the worst day of your life before I kill you and send you down to Mommy and Daddy."

You pull the knife out of her and she crumbles to the ground. You toss the knife aside and walk over to Dean who has tears in his eyes. His heart is broken. It scares him to think about this but he doesn't know if having you back will fix the damage you've done to him. He stands to confront you but you push him down against the coffee table.

"Maybe I wasn't clear before." Your eyes shine red and Sam doubles over in pain. He coughs up blood since you're making him bleed internally. Dean gets up to help him but you push him back down again. "This is strike three. Game over. Let the hunt for our children begin, and believe you me, I will find them. If you continue looking for the cure, not only will I kill them but I will make sure you never find their bodies. For your sake, you better find them before I do."

With that, you leave the cabin. As soon as you do, Sam is suddenly fine. Charlie still has a stab wound but you made sure not to hit any vital organs. They have no reason to be in Des Moines so they pack up what they can and get the hell out of dodge. They don't say a single word until they're all back inside the Bunker. Dean is a broken man with only one goal in mind: to protect his children. He won't let you get to them.

Cas makes a visit without Metatron and explains what happened but Dean can't focus on anything he's saying. The only thing he got is that Metatron escaped with the demon tablet. Sam explains what happened at the cabin and Dean squeezes his eyes shut to get the memory of you out of his mind.

"I was foolish, selfish. I should've just killed him. Who knows what he'll do with that tablet?" Castiel sighs.

"You know what, Cas? You got your Grace back. You're back. You did the right thing."

"You did the right thing. That book needed to be destroyed. We will find another way, Sam."

The metal doors open and Charlie comes in with two pizza boxes and a bag of drinks in hand.

"I'm back, bitches!" she grins painfully. She walks down the stairs and sees Cas. "Whoa! Is that who I think it is?"

"Charlie, Cas. Cas, Charlie."

"I thought you'd be shorter."

Sam takes the food from her and places it on the war table before taking the drinks from her.

"I'm gonna get these to the fridge."

"I heard you got your mojo back," she grins.

"Yes, my Grace, has been restored," he stutters.

Charlie looks over at Dean to see him staring at the table numbly.

"Can't you just, you know, cure Dean and Y/N?"

"Unfortunately, it's not that simple."

"It never is, is it? Do you think you could do anything about my carpal tunnel?" Cas places two fingers on her forehead and heals her. "Is that it?"

"Your carpal tunnel and your stab wound are now healed. You may want to continue wearing your wrist brace at night, though."

"Did we just become best friends?" she grins.

Sam comes back with four beers and places them on the war table.

"Cas, tell me something," Dean says numbly. He looks at the angel with broken eyes. "Do you know where my kids are?"

Cas looks at Sam.

"Yes."

"Are they safe?"

Again, Cas looks at Sam.

"Yes."

"Don't let her get to them," his voice cracks.

"I won't."

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Silly little Stardew Valley headcanons of mine no one asked for.

I'm back in it lol.

Shane has heterochromia iridium, though not many notice it at first. His left eye is a soft brown, while his right is a deep green. It honestly looks like a trick of the light at first - both of his eyes seem that dark green, one stuck in the shadows from his lolling head as he avoids people's eyes.

Alex is mixed. Sorry (I'm not).

Also, it's Alexandre.

Elliot doesn't use hairties. It's those little clips you use that have like. teeth. you know the ones. Leah got him one of a translucent butterfly as a joke and uh...it now sits at the base of the potted rose on his desk for when he writes.

Mayor Lewis is only mayor because no one's bucked up to run. The people would unanimously vote for the Rusty Spoon you regularly find on your farm if it was on the ballot.

It was Shane's little sister that died and lead to him being Jas' guardian. Jas looks too much like her, and it causes so much pain for Shane.

Also Shane's little sister is Mona, the only headstone you can read in the graveyard.

You know how you can look in Jas' room and her dollhouse is quoted as: "The little family is gathered around the dinner table. Wait...except Grandpa. He's shoved under the bed for some reason." Yeah I like to pretend that's an allegory. Grandpa is the boogeyman under the bed, and maybe the reason Jas is in Shane's care.

when Shane starts his sobriety journey, he finds surprising friends in...Alex and Haley? Alex and he are all about gridball - Shane was semi-pro, after all, a player in college - and Haley's blunt rebukes amuse him. She has the same style of banter as he does. You can catch them on the beach, Shane and Alex throwing around a gridball while Haley is on the side, sunbathing and making fun of them (lovingly).

Linus is a reflection of the nature magic of the Valley - like the bear or the hat mouse. It's why he and Rasmodius are close friends and regularly near each other at festivals; they're arcane users. Linus more so lives in it as an equal rather than a wielder.

This isn't a headcanon but why the fuck doesn't stardew valley have a school. I bet none of these fuckers know what a hypotenuse is.

ELLIOT IS A MERPERSON. You know how Ariel runs away from home for the trinkets of the land? That but storytelling. I am not original in this one but I KNOW it's true. I feel it in my junimos.

Abigail isn't Rasmodius' child. Emily is.

Penny and Sebastian are exes, but in like, a middle school way. I am not elaborating.

Granny and the player's grandfather were childhood friends.

George is a war veteran.

The Travelling Cart transports refugees. It's why they go to the Gotoro Empire to begin with.

George knew his way around mines, and was quite the adventurer. He, Marlon and Gil know each other. Well.

Sam just has one of those personalities where he’s only two degrees away from being a friend to EVERYONE in town. Gets Shane to crack up in the Joja Mart break room, is interested in the prose of Elliot’s writing (he’s a writer himself, after all - songs are just poems). He’s like a dog, everyone just gravitates towards him.