#and. blops and ghosts. barely

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CoD characters gloryhole thoughts?

good morning. I'm putting this under a readmore.

so okay like first of all who would Make a glory hole. there's a lot of characters that would talk about one or be willing to go to one but who would Actually cut a hole in the bathroom stall. Kreuger on Allegiance, Wyatt on Coalition, Gus on specgru (AS A JOKE. HE DOES NOT EXPECT ANYONE TO USE IT), and i cant really see anyone on kortac doing it??? in other games i think it'd just be, like, some random milsim doing it. like nobody in ghosts would make a glory but maybe if they found one they would use it. maybe. COLD WAAARR blops in general uhh for NATO bulldozer. for warsaw pact stone.

i think blops would see the least amt of usage tho i think itd be hard to at the same time get two gay dudes in the bathroom everyone in blops is so straight to me. and if theyre not straight they dont want to get caught sucking dick in the bathroom. they also are the most loose "group" so i dont think they really have a Base they just are working with each other around the globe so. like frank would use one, STITCH #1 glory hole user he wants his dick sucked so bad, antonov, bulldozer, i think beck is straight but hed be curious hed use one at least once. jackal. baker maybe i think hes straight but curiosity gets the better of him. stryker wouldnt because hes insane. hes gay but insane hes the one telling someone in charge about the gloryhole.

ghosts like i said i think keegan and merrick would use one but, like, its Just Them they'd find a bathroom in the destroyed us of a and be like Lmao.... wanna rp as strangers.. and then theyd do that. keegan and logan maybe idk imo theyre really will they wont they sort of missed opportunity. so idk. this could be one of the handfuls of times they mess around before logan gets kidnapped.

mwii uhh while i can't see anyone in kortac making one i can see zeus, conor, zero, and maybe maybe klaus using it. santa can get his dick sucked. i think nobody would like Make a complaint about it also tho like its mainly going to be ignored. theyre probably also the most like blops cw guys also theyre not like In a group. for once also nikto isnt using it bc of his heightened paranoia im thinking. Could be anyone on the other side. specgru Uh yeah price is using that thing. soap is telling ghost about it and hes like :) LT can we and ghost is like sure whatever. soap is only going to it when he knows who someone else is in there tho. he'll go for ghost and price. gaz is the same but he'll ONLY go for price. but also chuy, gromsko, and zimo will put their dicks in there. theyre on rotation. (this is just bc i want to see them suck dick.) Gus is genuinely shocked when he hears people talk about using it hes like Huh. What. No. Oh my god do Not suck dick in the bathroom it was just a JOKE. it will eventually get patched over. Gus does not fess up that he did that.

mw19 leading king of gloryhole usage. who ISNT using one. the girls and the lesbians !? the straight guys !? wyatt did it like "as a joke" like lmaoo i cant Believe you guys are making me do this !! but nobody is. he is texting otter a pic after like Meet me in 10 minutes. wyatt is going to suck golems dick and only he's going to know he did it. alex is married so he wont but he would. if he wasnt. griggs is In There bro. d-day would but hes too nervous to. NOBODY is saying shit except talon. talon is going to ruin it for everyone and tattle and get it patched and everyone is going to get a Stern talking to. so. kreuger is doing it bc he wants a glory hole. he wants to make rodion use it with nikto. he wants nikto to use it just in general. both sides. nobodys ever taking it out if you tell anyone nobody cares. nikolai is like Oh how fun. Kamarov is like I don't care. Don't bother me ever again. Lerch will patch it up himself and Kreuger will make a new one

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Appointment in Samarra is a banger of an episode.

Let's talk about the fallacy of "Dean only cares about Sam he would let the whole world burn bleep blop bloop"--a fallacy often used by a certain standom faction.

Canon events:

Dean shows his self-sacrificial inclinations and he is doing it for Sam's sake, and lets himself be killed for 6 minutes so he can talk to Death, to get Sam's soul back, but the rest of the episode--and later episodes of the series--will show Sam isn't the only one Dean is willing to make sacrifices for, including the part where Dean temp kills himself to help the ghost of a child for one example, and is even more willing to go there because of his grief over Cas. Loss and grief often drives Dean. In S6, he is grieving Sam, because Sam's soul is gone

Dean's intent isn't to do this only for Sam, and he asks for both Sam's soul and Adam to be lifted from the cage

Death, who has had it up to here with Winchester shenanigans forces Dean to choose between the brother he's known his entire life and the half-brother he barely knows. It's not because Dean doesn't care about Adam, because Dean asked to save Adam not just Sam. There's nothing twisted or unhinged about Dean choosing Sam's soul, when Death plays hardball at him. But if the other person was someone Dean knows well and loves dearly...it isn't so simple. He also cares about people.

Death makes a deal with Dean to get Sam's soul back where Dean has to be Death for 24 hours and if Dean gives up, if he takes off the ring, he loses and the deal is off (This is one of my favorite Dean-focused episodes btw)

It starts out simple for Dean. A robber. An adult man having a heart attack enabled by his own junk food habits. Dean knows things aren't this simple but in this ep he's initially letting himself whistle past the graveyard that this will be a cakewalk...innocents don't die. Only crooks and people who don't take proper care of their bodies, right? The irony doesn't escape me that Dean himself is a junk food enthusiast himself. As is Death.

But it's not so simple. There's a 12 year old girl with a weak heart. Dean can't endure killing her and mis-uses some high-minded ideas about free will and defying fate to justify his refusal to do his job as Death in this one instance. The ripple effect causes the death of another innocent, the nurse who would have assisted in the little girl's surgery, but it was cancelled due to her miraculous recovery, the nurse heads home, and therefore winds up in a horrible car accident that takes her life, and she dies because the heart surgeon doesn't return to the hospital in time, because he went home as well due to the little girl's miraculous recovery

Dean then witnesses the grief of the husband of the nurse, raw and large and he identifies with it and his regrets are increasing

Dean then acts to save the husband, who in a drunk fit of grief, almost drives his car into a busload of people.

To save an entire busload of people and the grieving husband, Dean takes off the ring. He loses the bet. He willingly relinquishes that chance to save Sam's soul to save others.

He returns to the little girl to set things right, because if he doesn't, the ripple effect will follow her the rest of her life and people will keep dying because Dean as Death couldn't bear to kill her.

Meanwhile soulless Sam is off the chain, there's the confirmation he regards Sam as an other, and himself a separate being. He has to kill Bobby for the spell to protect him from having Sam's soul jammed back into him and attacks Bobby.

The reason Dean gets to the point where he realizes he'll have to kill soulless Sam is because soulless Sam tried to kill Bobby. (Note fallacy B, Dean doesn't really care about Cas because he's willing to kill Godstiel, when soulless Sam and Godstiel are parallel situations and Dean was ready to kill soulless Sam). You can see the exact moment where soulless Sam realizes Dean is ready to kill him, the realization from both of them.

Having put Dean through the wringer and gotten him to understand his ripple effect of his actions on the natural order, Death then decides to get Sam's soul back after all.

This is not due to the deal Dean made. Dean did not save Sam's soul. Death handed it over after Dean blew the deal. Death has his own agendas and wants Dean to be detective and look into what's going on with the souls. And maybe he does have a soft spot for Dean. Cosmic beings often seem to.

Canon is canon is canon is canon, Dean's love is not finite, Dean's heroism isn't limited, Dean never ever only cares about Sam, even in S2 when he was in a drunk griefrage yelling at Bobby, he was speaking from a place of deep hurt but he would never have actually let the world end for it, Dean's capacity to care is vast, and far far more than a certain fandom faction ever has the ability to comprehend and grasp. It's their loss entirely.

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Karma Sutra |Part 3| Sam Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: This is a 18+ fic. Do not interact if you are a minor. You will be blocked immediately. LOTS OF SMUT THAT WILL MAKE YOU BLUSH AND CURL YOUR TOES.

A/N: Sorry about the wait with this one, guys. I hope that it was worth it, however. I have so many ideas for this plot line and I cannot wait for you all to see more. I sincerely hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 4,000+

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Y/N

Sammy had dropped you off at your door sometime around two A.M after hours of talking. You had minuscule alcohol in your system, yet you find yourself piecing the evening together, attempting to draw an imaginary line between arriving at the party and ending up in Sam Kiszka’s arms. You are splayed across your bed, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, idly tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of your thumb. Your phone chimes, alerting you with a text. Lifting the phone and squinting from its brightness, you read the message. “So? Give me the dirty details about Ryan!” A text from Paige. You pause for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Your fingers ghost the screen, debating on how best to tell your best friend the truth. “Yeah, about that…it wasn’t Ryan.” You toss your phone onto your mattress as you return to your previous position. Ding. You feel the buzz and look to the side, watching the screen illuminate. “Thinking about you.” A text from Sammy. Your lips spread in a wide grin and your neck and cheeks flame. You respond to him quickly, deciding to take a risk. “Oh yeah? What about me?” Send. You decide to pad to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. Another buzz erupts in your hands. Sammy. “Oh you know…” You roll your eyes with a wide grin. Just as you begin to text back, Paige’s contact picture pops up on the screen as you receive her call. You let the ringtone play out for a moment as your heart races; you didn’t want to have to explain yourself to her. Reluctantly, you answer the call.

“Hello?” You lean against the kitchen counter. “What do you mean it wasn’t Ryan?” Her tone is inquisitive and curious. “Well, I might have fibbed a little bit about the name.” You reach with a hand to idly tousle your hair. “Okay…” She pauses. “Well? Who the hell is it?” You cringe as she presses you for answers. “What would you say–” you pause, dreading the fall of the second half of the sentence, “If it was Sam.” The line is quiet between the two of you for a moment. “Sam?” She gasps in realization. “No! Not Sam fucking Kiszka…Y/N, he’s such a prick.” You cut her off before she can continue. “I know, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but we had a great time tonight. He’s sweet…we kissed.” Admitting the words out loud made you blush–something so simple and human had set you ablaze, because in truth, it wasn’t kissing that you were thinking about. “Oh shit, give me all the tea. I have to know everything.” Paige’s tone is incredulous, yet impressed. “How the hell did you swing a Kiszka?” She continues to talk, going on and on about growing up with Sam, and how his antics had earned him a scathing reputation. “Huh?” You ask blankly, no longer able to focus on the conversation. Sam had sent you another text, distracting you from the phone call. The message appears on your iphone as a black blop–an invisible message that you have to rub like a lottery scratch off ticket to reveal. A picture? Your eyes widen as you discover what’s underneath. It’s a picture of Sam, taken in a mirror from the chest down. He is wearing sweatpants, but it is obvious that he is commando underneath. You examine the picture, your eyes focusing on his bare chest before moving further down to his happy trail. You feel your breath hitch as you view the picture. “Y/N? Hello? I was talking.” Paige attempts to regain your attention. “I’m sorry, what?” You offer, still entranced by the text message in front of you. “Like what you see?” He sends a follow up text, the final nail in your coffin. “Uh, sorry Paige. I am going to have to call you later.” She sighs with annoyance. “This isn’t over–call me later after you get some sleep. Y/N?” She leaves a final question lingering. “Yes?” You ask. “Don’t let him break your heart, or I might have to beat his ass. I love you, talk to you tomorrow.” You smile, reassuring her. “Goodnight, I love you. Talk to you later.” Your phone buzzes once more in your palm. “...are you asleep?” Another text from Sam. You saunter back to your room, fingers typing and erasing over and over again until you finally decide to hit send. “What if I was? Definitely depends…” You return to your previous position, watching the blades of the ceiling fan spin. After a few moments you find yourself almost hypnotized by the repetitive motion. Buzz. “Sammy emphasized a message.” The picture that Sam had sent appears on your screen once more. Replying to it, you text back,“What’s got you so excited?👀” You turn on your TV, busying yourself with the first recommended show on Netflix. Your phone screen lights up once more. “I’ve got a couple things occupying my mind–one of them could be you…” You bite at your bottom lip as you shoot back another response. “--Could be me? Sounds like you need some motivation.” You were already blushing with an idea spreading across your face. With a grin, you change your position, lying on your back against several pillows. You're not dressed particularly sexy, just an oversized t-shirt and black lacy underwear, but you know how to work your angles. You take several pictures and land on one that boosts your confidence the most. It is an intentional decision to leave them as live photos, something for Sam to find later.

SAM

It is dark in his bedroom, save for a sliver of light that peeps through the cracked bathroom door. Sam sips on a beer, scrolling through his phone, stopping when he receives a text from you. Lowering the bottle from his lips, he moves to set it down on the nightstand. It’s a photo of you, your hands pulling up your shirt up to your breasts to expose the bareness of your belly down to the waistband of your panties, which you have pulled down to fall just above your pubic mound. Sam’s cock throbs through his sweatpants, leaving him aching and needy. Slipping his hand in his pants, he begins to stroke his cock, analyzing the photo closer. His thumb grazes the photo for too long, revealing the live photo, showing you pulling your panties down your waist. “Fuck,” he whispers absently. Sam hastily snaps a photo of himself careful to showcase his bulge through the crotch of his gray sweatpants. “I’m definitely thinking about you–are you thinking about me?” he types a quick message above the image before pressing send. Returning to his cock, he strokes himself lazily, imagining if you are feeling the same sexual ache. “You have no idea, Sammy.”

Y/N

You were taking risks tonight, but you didn’t feel insecure; in fact, Sam’s advances made you feel sexier than you had ever felt before. You couldn’t exactly pin down the reason, but you couldn’t deny the way that your body responded, either. “You have no idea, Sammy,” you respond, finally adding the nickname. You were horny and the only way to fix it was to handle it yourself; you slip your hand underneath your underwear and begin to finger at your clit, closing your eyes as you imagine Sammy touching you, fucking you. You jolt as you hear your phone’s ringtone sound. Sammy–Accept or Decline. The prompt flashes across your screen, beckoning you to answer the call. You pull your fingers from your underwear and swipe across the screen to answer the phone. “H-hello?” you ask, unsure how to proceed. “I’m not calling for a conversation, Y/N.” He pauses. His voice is breathy and shallow–needy. “Okay, why are you calling then?” He chuckles lightly. “Because if you could see what I am doing right now…I think you’d understand why I am otherwise preoccupied.” Your face reddens at his confession. “Are you touching yourself right now, Y/N? Don’t lie to me.” In truth, you can’t lie. You’ve always sucked at it. “Yes.” You utter the word quietly, the admission leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet lustful at the same time. “Yes, I am touching myself.” Shame creeps in, scrambling your thoughts and composure. “Mmm, and how does that feel? Are you imagining me touching you?” He speaks through the phone in a low murmur, his voice colored with desire.

You take a few moments to debate how to respond; you knew that Sammy was masturbating on the other side of the phone–you could hear it in his voice, but something about the phone call left you feeling awkward and exposed. Taking a risk, you decide to go with the flow and try to relax. A quiet moment passes before Sammy speaks up again. “Insert two fingers inside yourself and imagine I’m there with you.” You obey, switching up your movements to slip two fingers into your opening, adjusting to feel more comfortable. You close your eyes, filling your senses with his scent, physique, the touch of his hands…In your mind, Sammy is there with you in your dark bedroom, finger-fucking you with a smug grin. In the silence that he allows, you hear yourself moaning, your consciousness floating in and out of your needy stupor. “Fuck, Sam,” you finally say. “It’s Sammy, Y/N. I am pretty sure If I get to hear you fuck yourself, you can call me by my nickname.” He pauses before continuing. “Lick your fingers and bring them to your clit. Start slow and take your time. I’ll tell you when to speed up.” You nod before realizing that he can’t see you. “Okay.” Bringing your fingers up, you lick them as he directs before returning them to your folds, swirling shapes around the swell of your clit. A distinct warmth begins to wash over your body, an orgasm no longer a possibility, but a necessity. “I’m close, Sa-.” He cuts you off quickly. “Faster, do it now.” You will your fingers to work as fast as they can across your clit; the sensations are almost unbearable. Moans and groans escape your body, filling the air space between yourself and your partner. “Cum for me, Y/N.” His plea sends you into oblivion; you throw yourself backward into your mattress and pillows. Your fingers cramp as you work, and your body begins to stiffen as every synapse in your brain fires, demanding euphoric release.

In a breathless fury, you begin to seize violently. You throw your legs out straight, squeezing your thighs tightly closed against your hand. “Fuck!” Your voice hitches, strangled in your throat as you cry out. “That’s it, Y/N. You sound so fucking sexy cumming just for me.” You hold your breath, pulling as much pleasure as you can from the orgasm possessing your body.

It takes you several moments to come down and compose yourself. “I can’t believe I just did that,” you say, reaching up to push your hair from your face. You wait for a moment before realizing that he isn’t responding. “Sammy?” Another moment passes before he responds in a low murmur. “Come to your door.” Your eyebrows furrow as you try to make sense of his request. “My door? Wha-Are you her-” He cuts you off with a needy and demanding tone. “Y/N, come downstairs. Please.” Sitting up, you rush to fix your hair and what little clothing you have on. Forgetting to hang up with him, you leave Sammy on the other side of the phone as you bolt downstairs. Padding to the door, you check the peephole, seeing him from the other side cast in blurriness through the glass. Reaching for the deadbolt, you make quick work of unlocking and opening the door. He glances at you through dark lashes, leaning up against the brick exterior of the building, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. “Damn, Y/N, the pictures didn’t do you justice. You look sexy, don’t get me wrong–I just wish that t-shirt were mine.” He takes one last lazy puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, stamping the tip into the cement. He moves in front of you, his expression turned smug. “You had no trouble being loud over the phone, what’s got your tongue now, hmm?” He steps forward, invading your space. The tips of his fingers make their way to your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “May I?” He asks the question lustfully; his body moves with intention and want, but he cannot bring himself to proceed without permission. You nod lightly, shaking your head. “Yes.”

SAM

He steps forward, his lips connecting with yours; your hips meet in a secure embrace, different from the first kiss at the piano gallery. This time, there is no hesitation, no unasked questions; he wraps his body around yours so naturally that you feel no need to map your steps back into the house. He guides you inside with ease, shutting and locking the door before returning again. Sammy’s breathing is becoming elevated, the taste and smell of tobacco becoming more pungent on your lips and tongue. “It’s an awful addiction, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t thinking,” he whispers against your lips, his features pulled in the award-winning smirk you had become well-acquainted with. “Well, it’s extremely sexy right now, so I don’t give a shit.” He smiles, falling into you once more. You feel his fingers dig firmly into you as he holds you close. You were unbothered by this; truthfully, there was very little that could have distracted you from the moment. Time stalls as he backs you against one of the living room walls. Taking your hands in his, he lifts them both above your head so that you are pinned against the wall. He presses his body to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away from you, using his teeth to bite at your bottom lip as he does so. “Is this okay?” He asks, his voice low against the curve of your ear.

Y/N

His hips grind into yours, leaving you acutely aware of his touch. He moves from your lips to trace his own along your ears, neck and collarbone. You reflexively tilt your head upward as he moves; releasing soft moans in audible encouragement, you can only think to utter his name. “Sammy, please.” He ravages you like a house fire, consuming you completely, leaving you burning and helpless–gasping for air. “Please.” You were almost willing to beg him to go further, to touch you the way that you knew that he could. “What do you want me to do, Y/N, hmm” he says the words in between traveling kisses. You feel the cool metal of his necklace grazing your skin as he moves, igniting goosebumps all over your body. “Use your words and tell me what you want.” Finally, he takes a moment to meet your gaze; his eyes are reassuring and steady, yet filled with yearning. You find yourself overwhelmed, knowing that he can see your worry and hesitance. You feel the grip on your wrists loosen. Softly, you feel his hands travel down to cradle your chin. “Hey,” he says softly, his voice colored with concern. “Am I going too fast? I don’t want to do anything that you are uncomfortable with.” He gives a moment to get your thoughts together. “No, Sammy, you’re perfect. I’m just nervous about where this could lead.” Car headlights shine through the blinds, painting bright lines on Sammy’s face as you speak. The moment brings you out of your head and into the room, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Can we take this somewhere more private?” You ask him. “Of course,” he says with a warm smile. Taking his hand, you lead him to the stairs. He squeezes yours with reassurance as you both ascend.

SAM

Despite his reputation, Sam always tried to be respectful to the women he took particular interest in. Even more so now, he was deliberate and thoughtful with his actions; the impending bet he had placed earlier was beginning to weigh him down. Though he spends time trying to understand the things you were thinking and feeling, he finds himself overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. Guilt from the bet made him feel dirty; you were no longer just some girl to him. You were quickly becoming someone he would never want to hurt, especially in such a sensitive manner. The seriousness of the situation is finally becoming real to him, leaving his movements slowed and deliberate.

You guide Sammy into your bedroom, watching as he silently observes the room. His eyes graze the unmade bed, leaving him to think aloud. “Damn, I wish I could’ve seen you instead of heard you on the other end of the phone. I bet you looked so sexy laying there moaning my name.” Your face flames as he speaks, but this time you feel like you have the upper hand in the situation. You walk to the bed and resume the position you held before, meeting his eyes with a sly grin. “Well, you can watch me this time if you want.” You take extra time letting your hands wander about your body before parting your legs and reaching into your underwear. Slowly, you begin to rub loose circles around your clit, finding it more swollen and sensitive than before. Your panties have darkened from your wetness, proof of your budding arousal. Sammy cannot decide where to look. His eyes move back and forth between the expression on your face to the action happening much lower. You watch as he brings a hand to squeeze his cock, now fully erect beneath his sweatpants. “Fuck, Y/N, this is torture.” You bite at your lip before responding, “Then how should we fix it?” You murmur, reaching with your free hand to knead the softness of your breasts. You can see Sammy growing impatient. “Please, Y/N. Can I touch you?” You aim to tease him, finding his eagerness extremely sexy. “I don’t know, I’m doing pretty well here by myself.” You intensify your movement, releasing soft moans. You watch through squinted eyes as Sammy continues to stroke his clothed cock. You cannot help but notice a small circle of wetness showing through the crotch of his pants. “I’m sure I could do it better.” His eyes are glassy as he touches himself. “You’re imagining your tongue inside of me, aren’t you? Your eyes don’t lie, Sammy.” Bringing your hand to your mouth, you make a show at licking the tips of your fingers before bringing them back down to your folds. “Come here.”

Y/N

Soon, his body is levitating over yours, ghosting kisses above your lips and back down your neck. “Mm, I like seeing you from this angle. Let me finish what you started, baby girl.” You spread your legs, beckoning him forward to take over. “Hmm, these won’t do.” He wraps the tips of his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your hips and thighs before tossing them to the floor. “Lift up your arms.” You obey his demand, throwing your hands up above your head. In one quick motion, he whips the t-shirt off of your body, leaving it forgotten at the end of the bed. Silently, he grabs your ankles, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. “Getting right to it, are we?” you giggle as he moves you. “What can I say, I’m efficient.” He grins as he moves to kiss you softly before moving lower. Starting at your collarbones, he peppers your skin with kisses, traveling lower to your breasts. With his tongue, he draws shapes around each of your erect nipples before taking one of your breasts in his mouth, suckling on the swollen bud. He is intent on making eye contact with you, flitting the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You moan softly as he advances, finding yourself shivering with goosebumps despite the warmth of both his touch and the room. “Y/N.” He hums against your skin, pausing for a moment. “Hmm?” you ask, busying your hands at the back of his head, tousling the softness of his hair. “You aren’t very quiet–I’ve barely touched you.” Heat rises to your cheeks, but you answer with a matter-of-fact tone. “Do you want me to be quiet?” You tug at his hair slightly while asking the question. He shrugs, “It was merely an observation–as long as you’re moaning my name at the end of it, you can be as loud as you want.” You fall silent, rendered speechless.

He continues his work, drawing a straight line down your belly with the tip of his tongue, moving lower and lower. “Everything okay?” he asks, noticing your sudden silence. “Perfect, Sammy. Keep going.” Your response is heavy with anticipation. He reaches to your sides to grab your hands, squeezing them from above his head as he arrives just below your pubic mound. “So beautiful, Y/N.” He disconnects his hands from yours, bringing them down to move about your thighs. You adjust to watch, propping yourself up one your elbows. “Like what you see?” you ask, echoing the same words he had asked when he sent you the picture earlier. “Very cheeky, Y/N.” Bringing his head down, he plants languid kisses on the insides of your thighs, actively avoiding your most sensitive areas. “Sammy, please.” Placing one last kiss, he brings his head up and asks you, his face painted with feigned innocence. “Please what?” He wants you to verbalize exactly what you want him to do to you, a task which you had no problem completing. “I want you to eat me out, Sammy. Show me what all the talk is about.” Wasting no time, he moves his fingers to your pussy, parting your folds and sinking into you with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking wet, better than I imagined,” he hums, stroking his tongue through your folds, testing your sensitivity. “Fuck,” you whimper, grabbing handfuls of your sheets. “Sammy, that feels so fucking good, just like that.” With your encouragement, he continues with more pressure, flitting the tip of his tongue against the swell of your clit. As he works, he brings his right hand up to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, leaving you to squirm as your brain fights to process the stimulation. His other hand is secured to your hip; his fingers dig into your skin–a sensation that would usually be considered uncomfortable, but in this context, it only adds to the heat of the moment. “How does that feel, baby?” He asks, breaking from you momentarily. “Your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit, Sammy. Don’t stop.” Obeying you, he returns. This time, working with his right hand, he inserts two fingers inside of you, situating them in the perfect angle, stroking your G-spot as he moves. His touch is an electric current; no part of you is able to deny his advances as they charge through your body. Your brain is left fizzling like TV static, your thoughts becoming dullened by your inescapable need to release. You reach down grasping the waves at the crown of his head. “Sammy, holy fuck!” He hums against your pussy, the vibrations skidding about your skin in a flurry. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum against my fingers, I know you’re almost there.” His tone is low and husky, coated in lust.

Your back arches in an effort to throw yourself closer and closer to climax against Sammy’s face. In the next moment, his mouth is flush with your opening once more, lapping at your juices which are beginning to slicken his face. “You taste so fucking good–so wet. Cum for me, baby.” Moving his free hand from your hips, he brings his callous fingers against your clit, swiping furiously back and forth. The movement sends you into oblivion, desperately grasping and yanking at his head to pull him away from you as you finally cum. You shout his name through gritted teeth as your back arches in an extreme curve, your head tilted at an awkward angle. Your knees buckle reflexively against his head. In truth, your body moves every which way, confounded by the sheer amount of stimulus shocking your system. After a few moments, Sammy rises with a grin. “You are so unbelievably sexy when you lose control, Y/N. I love it when you lose your composure.”

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Fear The Reaper A Lot, Actually - Chapter 2

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Chapter Summary: Angus tries to cope with the pressure. Taako does some sick stunts. Barry is exposed as a cryptid of the necromancy community.

Characters: Kravitz, Taako, Barry Bluejeans, Angus McDonald, Magnus Burnsides, Merle Highchurch, Noelle | No-3113, The Raven Queen, The Director | Lucretia, misc. BoB cameos

Relationships: Taakitz, Angus McDonald & Taako, Barry Bluejeans & Kravitz

“Where are you all going?” Lucretia asked, just as Taako opened the door to the glass sphere the next morning.

“Oh, me? I’m off to give lil’ Ango McDango here some magic lessons!” he fibbed. “Figured Wave Echo Cave would be a nice low-level experience for him to learn the ropes — unless there’s any other murder gloves still down there that we should know about?”

“No — at least not to my knowledge, but…” Lucretia narrowed her eyes. “Why are Magnus and Merle going with you?”

“They also need magic lessons.”

Lucretia frowned. “Merle’s already an accomplished cleric…”

“Yeah, ostensibly,” Taako replied. “But have you ever actually seen him heal?”

“Hey!” Merle shouted from inside the sphere. “I banished a whole bunch of ghosts yesterday, and that’s a cleric thing, isn’t it?”

He frowned. “Is it a cleric thing? I could’ve sworn Pan helped me…”

“It’s absolutely a cleric thing, sir,” Angus assured him, and Merle sighed with relief.

Lucretia shook her head. “Alright, point taken. Just be sure to keep an eye out for the Red Robes — I don’t want anything happening to you all, especially not now when we’re getting so close to collecting all the Relics…”

“It’s okay, Director, you can admit that you’ve grown fond of our dumb shenanigans!” Magnus chimed in from his seat next to Merle.

As Taako climbed into the sphere and Avi aims the cannon, Lucretia smiled sadly. “Yes, that too…”

***

“Was this cave so… for lack of a better phrase, squelchy when you came here last, sirs?” Angus asked as Magnus led the way through the tunnel, axe gleaming from a Light spell just like old times.

“Oh, it was plenty squelchy,” Magnus replied with a grimace. “Squelched all the way to the elevator.”

“It was really more of a splort than a squelch last time,” Merle said. “Still not pleasant, though.”

“I know how to lighten up this squelchy mood!” Taako spoke up. He was holding the Umbra Staff over his head, deflecting the drops of water and occasional fist sized blops of slime that fell from the stalactite-dotted ceiling. “Agnes, prestidigitate up some sparks. I wanna see what arcane skills of your own you’ve got before I start teaching you that Taako-brand magic.”

Angus blinked. “But I thought the magic lessons were… a clever ruse. A cover story.”

“Yeah, but the ruse will get a whole lot cleverer if you actually have some new spells to show for it, you know? Unless you really don’t wanna to learn for some reason —”

“No! I mean, yes! I mean —” Angus took a breath. “I would very much like to learn magic from you, sir. Even if it is just to help you lie to your boss.”

“Are you really gonna teach Merle healing, too?” Magnus asked, shrugging off the gentle elbowing he received from Merle.

“Do I look like I know how to heal? I can brew up a nice soothing tea to help a sore throat and that’s about it! Merle’s Healing Words are between him and the big satyr in the sky.” Taako turned to Angus. “Don’t be shy! Show me what you can do, and even if you mess up, I’ll make sure these goobers only bully you really mildly.”

Angus took a deep breath and closed his eyes, imagining sparks flying from his fingers. Grandpa always said that you’d make a good wizard one day. Time to prove him right, and to prove to Taako that I’ll be worth teaching even after he’s done lying to the Director…

“Whoa!” he heard Magnus gasp, and he opened his eyes. Tiny yellow stars burst in and out of existence in small clouds around his hands, fading as his concentration was broken.

“Hey, that’s pretty good for a first attempt! Wanna be our new cleric?” Taako asked him, earning a grumpy look from Merle. “I’m just kidding. But seriously, have you ever done this before?”

“Not at all, sir. Was it really that good for a first try?”

“Kid, you’re a natural!” Taako reached over and patted Angus’s cap. “Forget the cleric jokes — when I get my soul reaped, I know who the Bureau’s gonna hire as the replacement wizard!”

The proud smile vanished from Angus’s face as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by wide eyes and a quivering lip.

“What’s wrong, Ango?” Magnus asked. “Taako’s just joking — you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t plan on dying and leaving you in my place,” Taako added. “Taako is irreplaceable!”

“I know you’re joking, sir,” Angus told him. “But what I can’t understand is how you can joke about something like that…”

Taako kneeled down next to Angus, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Why, it’s ‘cause I’ve got the world’s greatest detective on my side, of course! I know we’ll find those liches and survive with our souls unreaped, because there’s no one better for the job than you are! So don’t look so glum — the four of us have got nothing to worry about.”

The sentiment was sincere, Angus could tell, which was a rare thing coming from Taako — but it had the opposite of the intended effect, and Angus’s stomach churned.

“You’re p-putting an awful lot of faith into me, s-sir —” he stammered, but he was interrupted as Magnus clapped hands over both Angus and Taako’s mouths.

“Shh!” he hushed them. “Did you hear that?”

“Sounded squelchy, just like everything else in the whole damn cave,” Merle whispered back. “Not at all like undead bones rattling.”

“But maybe squelchy like flesh being reanimated!” Magnus exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Ugh, Taako, did you just lick my hand?”

“I stuck out my tongue on reflex, ‘cause what you just said was gross as hell!” Taako replied, as Magnus wiped off the palm of his hand on a patch of moss growing up the wall of the cave. “Please don’t use any onomatopeia in a sentence with the world ‘flesh’ ever again!”

Angus cupped a a hand around his ear. “Sirs, I’m definitely hearing some non-squelchy voices from down the corridor. Is that also normal for this cave?”

“Must be someone in the main chamber,” Merle said. “Maybe it’s the ghosts of my dead cousins, or —”

He froze. “Hey, Maggie? I’d step away from that moss before —”

Magnus jumped back just in time to doge a gelatinous green arm that burst out of the moss-covered wall, swiping furiously at him. A shoulder and then an entire torso oozed out after it, followed by a head sporting a familiar pointed hat and elfin ears.

“Watch where you wipe my spit next time!” Taako shouted, pointing the Umbra Staff at his slimy doppelganger.

“Then don’t slobber on my hand next time!” Magnus yelled back, drawing Railsplitter.

“Just kill it already to make sure there is a next time for us!” Merle exclaimed. “Kill it with fire!”

Taako fired off a barrage of Scorching Rays, but the moss monster’s arm elongated into a gelatinous Umbra Staff of its own. A putrid-smelling bubble of acid grew from the end of it, and when Taako’s bolts of fire struck it with a hiss, it burst to release a cloud of acrid purple fumes that quickly filled the hallway.

Coughing and cowering behind Magnus, Merle extended his soulwood arm towards the slime construct as he cast Detect Magic. “That’s no moss! It’s got necromantic energy coming out of all its sporophytes!”

“Spor-o-phytes, is that a horny thing? That sounds like a horny thing,” Magnus grunted, fanning the air in front of him. “Not in front of the kid, Merle!”

“Forget about what you should or shouldn’t say in front of me!” Angus yelled, voice muffled as he held his cap over his nose and mouth. “Let’s just get out of here!”

“Got it!” Magnus stashed Railsplitter away, and scooped up Angus in one arm and Merle in the other as he sprinted down the hallway.

Taako followed in hot pursuit, summoning a wind to blast the fumes back in the opposite direction. His doppelganger faltered for a moment in the force of the gust, as drops of slime blew off its body and splattered across the walls, but as the wind subsided, it slowly oozed back together and began to follow the boys, gliding across the floor on a thin layer of liquid.

Magnus burst into the cave’s main chamber and jumped onto the elevator, setting Merle and Angus down as he began to crank the pulley. Merle extended a hand to Taako, who scampered aboard at the last minute before it began to descend.

“Phew,” he muttered, wiping a few drops of slime off his brow. “That was a close one!”

“Uh, sirs? I’m not sure we’re out of the woods yet.” Angus pointed towards the pool at the center of the cave, on top of which a massive pile of soft green moss was growing. Standing around it were three hooded figures, watching the adventurers intently. “We’ve got company.”

“You do indeed!” the tallest of the figures called out. “I thought I heard several someones bickering in the halls!”

“Unlike Chad, who insisted it was just the normal ambient sounds of the cave!” the second-tallest figure added.

The final and shortest figure, presumably Chad, crossed his arms and neglected to respond.

“You guys are necromancers, right?” Magnus asked as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “You ever meet a lich named Barry Bluejeans?”

“A lich?” Chad skeptically tilted his head, which was barely even perceptible beneath the folds of his robe. “The only Barry Bluejeans I know wasn’t a lich — he cheated me out of a whole stack of eldritch tomes in a dice game, and then told me after he’d won that he didn’t even know how to do necromancy! I did an Insight check and everything, and he wasn’t lying!”

“Your Insight bonus stinks, Chad!” the medium-height figure snapped. “The only time I ran into Barry Bluejeans, I got blackout drunk with him at a dark magic convention and when I woke up, he was gone and the Grim Reaper was there arresting the rest of us! Obviously, I got away despite my hangover, but Barry sure wasn’t any help!”

“Okay, that one actually checks out for Barry,” said Taako. “Agnes, jot that down.”

“I, too, have unfortunately crossed paths with this Barry Bluejeans,” the tallest necromancer spoke up. “I had just called forth my army of man-eating cactus homunculi to raze a nearby village, but then Barry foolishly threw himself in their path! The ridiculous amount of denim he was wearing didn’t save him, but he bought the townsfolk enough time to escape before he died, and now I’m banned from every desert in Faerun!”

“Dying unceremoniously also sounds like Barry,” said Merle. “Jot that down too.”

Angus clicked his pen. “This is all very strange, isn’t it? We have confirmation that Barry has died multiple times and returned to life at least once, but between the killed by cacti story and the kidnapped by gerblins story, he doesn’t seem nearly as cunning or powerful as you said Kravitz made him out to be. Why would —”

At the mention of Kravitz’s name, the necromancers all hissed in disgust.

“You four are with the Raven Queen?” Chad gasped. “I thought you just wanted to join our cool fun slime necromancy club!”

Angus held his hands in the air. “Wait, that’s not what I meant! We’re not hunting you, we’re —”

“Feign interest in our dark ways no longer, then!” the tallest figure bellowed, ignoring him. “Slime clone, attack!”

Taako’s doppelganger executed a perfect cannonball dive from above, and Magnus scooped Angus up and out of the way just in the nick of time. The slime monster splattered into a flat puddle on the ground, but quickly began to reform, lunging towards the real Taako and wielding a fake Umbra Staff.

“Actually, Angus, I’m making an executive decision!” Taako declared as he dodged a splash of acid. “These guys suck ass so we are hunting them now, whether Kravitz wants us to or not!”

“The guys by the pond are the ones controlling that thing! Let’s take ‘em out!” Magnus set down Angus next to Taako, then drew Railsplitter with one hand and picked up Merle with the other. “Merle, I need your radiant damage!”

“I guess I just don’t get a choice in the matter, huh?” Merle wailed, frantically flipping through his Extreme Teen Bible as Magnus rushed in.

“Sirs, wait!” Angus yelled. “Look out for —”

Magnus began to skid to a halt — but not before Chad extended an arm, and a tendril of moss shot out of the pool, yanking Magnus’s legs out from under him. Merle’s Guiding Bolt went wide, and he tumbled off Magnus’s shoulder, landing directly on his ass.

“…the moss,” Angus sighed, as the tallest figure directed another tendril of moss to ensnare Merle before he could get to his feet.

The slime monster took a jab at Taako and he instinctively raised his Umbra Staff to block it, only for the umbrella to be engulfed and ripped out of Taako’s hand.

“Oh, fuck off! No one messes with my umbrella —”

From within the gelatinous shape that was looking less and less like Taako by the second, the Umbra Staff opened all on its own and glowed red as it fired off a Thunderwave, blasting the slime monster apart from the inside out and plastering green ooze onto nearly every wall of the cave within a thirty-foot radius.

“What the hell?” Taako caught the umbrella as it sailed back into his hand. “Uh, I mean, that was all me! I meant to do that!”

As its red glow faded, the Umbra Staff closed and gently bonked him on the head as if to sarcastically say Yeah, right.

“Now that’s just unsportly!” the tallest necromancer groaned. He reached into the pool and pulling out an ancient-looking stone staff, covered in vines and humming with energy. “Have you no moral reservations about destroying your own clone?”

“Nah, not really. I’d rather cut off any potential emotionally confusing relationships before they start, you know? That’s how I got to be me, Taako from TV, instead of some schmuck loitering in a cave and tripping over the hem of my own robe!”

“You talk a lot of smack for someone outnumbered and out-necromanced!” Chad growled. “Disintegrate him already, Dave!”

The tall necromancer twirled the staff, firing a vortex of sickly-green lightning at Taako — but Taako was ready, and unfurled his Umbra Staff as he summoned a whirlwind around him. It blew the scent of ozone and rotting wood back into the necromancers’ faces as it lifted Taako into the air like a twirling firework, carrying him up past the elevator and towards the giant stalactite in the center of the cavern.

Without even looking behind him, he plunged a hand into the damp stone at his back, transmuting on instinct and shaping the stalactite to provide him with handholds and footholds. Grinning at the stunned necromancers below him, he pointed his Umbra Staff straight down, and readied another spell.

“Actually, I think you’ll find I talk just the right amount of smack for someone with gravity on my side!” he crowed. “At Amazing Flip Wizard School, we learn to take every advantage we can get!”

As Taako summoned a freezing and highly distracting Sleet Storm, Angus took the opportunity to sneak around the pool, approaching Magnus and Merle from behind the necromancers’ backs. Merle was bound firmly in place with his back to the pool’s raised stone rim, while Magnus lay prone on the ground, flopping in place like a beached whale trapped in a mossy fishing net.

“Sirs?” Angus whispered “I’m not sure I’ll be able to just Prestidigitate you out of there…”

“Can you reach Railsplitter?” Magnus whispered back, awkwardly wriggling in place as he tried and failed to shed the tendrils binding his wrists. “I’m not sure where I dropped it…”

“Oh! I see it!” As the necromancers squabbled over who should be the one to wield their staff and fire back at Taako, Angus darted back towards the elevator —

“Look out!” Merle barked, just before a muscular green arm burst out from a mossy patch of ground at Magnus’s feet, stretching the full ten-meter distance to Railsplitter and swiping it right out from under Angus’s nose. The blade missed him by a hair’s width as the arm retracted backwards, returning to normal size as a full Magnus torso formed beneath it.

“Shit,” Magnus muttered.

At the edge of the pool, where the tendrils of moss that bound Merle touched the water, two ripples formed and from them two translucent dwarf-shaped figures emerged, stepping down onto the cave floor and following in the slimy footsteps of the Magnus clone as it approached Angus. It still wielded a very real Railsplitter in its gelatinous arms.

Angus turned around, ready to bolt for the elevator, but two new Taako clones emerged from the entry tunnel and stood atop the elevator’s upper platform, even in height with the real Taako’s stalactite perch. They drew their umbrellas in sync, one pointing at Taako and the other at Angus.

“Shit,” Merle agreed.

“Not so confident anymore, are you, wizard?” Dave boasted. “Your friends are at our mercy, now — and soon enough, you will be too!”

Even from close to a hundred feet below, Angus could see Taako tense up as he processed the situation… but then, he looked directly at Angus, and nodded solemnly.

“Actually, at Taako’s Amazing School of Flip Wizardry, this is just what we call a final exam!” he shouted, and vanished into thin air.

For exactly the next two-and-a-half seconds, both the necromancers and the slime constructs were too stunned to even react — and then all hell broke loose, as the earsplitting whine of a Shatter spell echoed through the cave and the stalactite exploded.

The second the falling rubble hit the pool, a disproportionately massive deluge of water cascaded across the chamber, instantly obliterating several newly formed Merle clones and knocking the necromancers off their feet. Just before the wave reached Angus, Taako blinked back into existence behind him, grabbing him by the wrist and lifting the two of them into the air with his umbrella.

“Stay up here while I finish the job, okay?” he told Angus, setting him down on the only dry ledge remaining in the cave. Without making eye contact, he smiled as he quietly added: “Don’t want anything to happen to you, ya know?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll —” Out of the corner of his eye, Angus spotted a pillar of decaying brown vines rising from the pile of rubble in the middle of the room. Along for the ride was one of the necromancers, his hands surrounded by crackling dark clouds. “Taako, look out!”

“Fuck!” Taako jumped in front of Angus, reopening his umbrella and bracing himself for the attack — but before the necromancer could unleash the spell, a sapphire-blue bolt of energy tore through the blighted vines suspending him, instantly vaporizing them as he plummeted to the ground and landed with a sickening crunch.

Then the sapphire aura solidified into a long, curved blade of translucent crystal, through which Angus could see tiny soul-lights dancing as the waves of the Astral Sea lapped against an island’s shore. Taako, for his part, was more preoccupied with the figure that manifested to hold the scythe — first appearing as a skeleton, then materializing a long raven-feather cloak, and at last transforming into a handsome dark-skinned man who scanned the situation below with eyes that had clearly seen their fair share of shit, but never anything quite this improbable.

“Well, these certainly aren’t the death criminals I assigned you to capture,” Kravitz said, “but I believe it’s still in both of our best interests to see them killed, so… I take it you’re interested in my help?”

***

End notes:

Between Barry Bluejeans, Jenkins, Lucas Miller, Lydia, and Edward, I like the idea that almost every single necromancer in the extended TAZ Balance universe has a comedically mundane name to contrast with their profession. Hence, Dave and Chad!

Starting with the next update, I’m going to attempt to post new chapters every other week from now on. (I’m working on Chapter 6 right now, so that should give you a rough estimate of how long that schedule will stay consistent.)

[rammadeus]

My favourite games of the 10s in some kind of order

Red Dead Redemption 2

Is this the greatest game ever made? No, but it’s my 2nd favourite game of all time behind Final Fantasy VII. When Glue (my horse) died i shed an unmanly tear or two. It’s a massive game with many activities. One of my fave things was the guy from the future who then becomes a baby. Also Aliens. 

Fallout 4

The only game i have ever 100% completed. It’s so good that when i finished it i then started again so i could play the game as a bit of a bastard who beat people to death instead of shooting them to death. I spent way too long with the base building element of the game. And everyone had to have the same weapons and armour. 

Call of Duty: Black Ops

Best CoD is best. The only CoD after this which came close was Blops 2 and maybe Ghosts. Every single other one was shitty garbage. I had a clan that wasn’t a clan. I had a group of peeps i played with but we all had different clan tags and used to unplug our mics in the lobby. And then after we soundly thrashed the other team we unplugged the mics and sat in the lobby while they wondered how 6 randoms had just done that. Also. Summit was our jam. We once won a game of domination on there 202-01. Yes. One. I also did shit like this regularly. 

Skyrim

No matter what class you decide to play you end up sneaking around killing people with a bow. I think i played for about 450 hours on my first playthrough and i barely touched the main quest. 

GTA V

Anyone who chose to kill Trevor at the end. Fuck you you fucking fuck. Like. WTF! 

The Witcher 3

If you have an xbox one and game pass this is now free to play. If you’ve never had game pass you can get some sweet deals. Fantastic story. Amazing side quests that sometimes took an hour or more. Great characters. And some of the decisions you had to make in the game made you think.

Horizon Zero Dawn

Probably the sexiest looking game i’ve ever played. The cut scenes were great and the actual gameplay was phenomenal. Great combat. Great protagonist, Looking forward to a second part.

God Of War

BOY! This game starts.. and then it just doesn’t stop. it’s the Terminator 2 of games. Atreus was such a surprise as he wasn’t completely useless like most companions in a game. The set pieces are some of the best i’ve ever experienced. 

Overwatch

Amazing game roo-inned for me by the community. Why play an objective based game if you’re not going to play the objective. I was often the only support character and when you’re trying to move the payload by yourself while the enemy is trying to kill you.. well.... WELL! Also the ranking system made no sense. I may look into going back when the 2nd one comes out. 

Borderlands 2 

Guns. Lots of Guns. BL1 was great. BL3 was also great but this is definitely the best of the bunch. And it was made even better with the DLC. 

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Honorable mentions

Neverwinter Nights. Free to play and addictive as fuck.

The Last of Us. I bought a ps3 JUST to play this. NO RAGRETS

Fortnite. No. not the battle royale mode but the save the world mode. 

Fallout 76. It had some problems at the start. And they got fixed. Going back when the big update comes out. 

The Division 2. That’s how you do a serious looter shooter. 

Far Cry 4 and 5. 

Monster Hunter World. Which SHOULD be in my top ten but i only just remember it so.. HUNTING HORN 5EVA! 

[glitteryexhaustion]

Researching For Her (Charlie Bradbury x Fem!Reader)

Request: This wasn’t requested, but I really liked this idea!!! And I’m in love with Charlie Bradbury!!!

Warning(s): slight language, gayness, Female!Reader

Word Count: 1310

Authors Note: Look who’s actually writing! Hope you all like this! Shoutout to @sammy--moosechester for proofreading (also I was told by @bleep-blop-lizard-hop to show this to @dateagirl-suggestions so here ya go)

"So, we have no idea what this is?" Charlie said, waving her hands around. Sam shrugged, and I sighed heavily. My eyes flicked back over to Charlie, scanning over her beautiful face. Her eyes, her lips, her skin, her hair, everything. She's so gorgeous that I could barely keep myself in check sometimes. Dean's voice brings me back to reality.

"We think it could be either a spirit, a poltergeist, or maybe even a ghoul," he said, pointing towards the library. "We need you two to research it." I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes.

"What will you be doing while we do all the heavy work?" I asked. "We're going to interview more people, and check out the house again," Sam responds. He grabbed the suits laying on the table and headed towards the door, waving at us.

"We'll text you," Dean said. Charlie waved at them, and I head back to the library, grabbing Sam's laptop on the way.  Plopping down in a chair, I opened the computer. Charlie sat across from me. When she isn't paying attention, I stole a glance at her. My head was swirling, and I was unable to focus. She's just so amazing, and I have such a huge crush on her. I looked back at my computer, and an idea popped into my head.

I quickly typed "how to get a girl to like you" in the search bar and pressed enter. Thousands of links pop up. Scrolling, I realized my mistake with my search. Changing it to "how to get a girl to like you as a girl" helped me out. Choosing my first link, I begin to read. The advice ranges, from flirting to being subtle to just kissing the girl. After about an hour, I'm still hunched over my computer. This research is actually harder than researching for the Winchesters.

Charlie suddenly slammed her computer shut. I jumped a little, then looked up at her.

"Find anything?" she asked, her eyes darting from my face, to the computer, then back to my face. I shook my head, then close my laptop.

"Want to get something to eat?" I offered. She smiled, and we both headed to the kitchen. My mind raced with everything I had just read, but I couldn't form a coherent thought on what to do. I pulled two beers out of the fridge and some takeout from the night before. Charlie took the box of food from me and popped it in the microwave. I opened the beers and slid hers across the table, straight into her hand. She grinned.

"So, there's no lore coming up about spirits or anything with the same strategy that this hunt has been dealing with," Charlie said. She took a swig of beer before continuing.

"Apparently ghosts can't burn things with a touch, not at all. I was thinking maybe a demon?"

"No," I replied, "they don't kill people like this. I think that this is a creature, one that we haven't seen before." She nodded. I started thinking, about how this creature burns what it touches and can't be found by us. Then it clicked. I slammed my hand on the table, making Charlie jump.

"Y/N, what the he-"

"A Phoenix!" I shouted. "Dean hunted one forever ago, going back in time. He could only kill it with the Colt, and it looked like a normal human. That means it can blend in. They burn things with a single touch!" She jumped up and down and came around the table. She grabbed me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her, as I heard the door open.

"Y/N?" Sam called out. "Charlie? We brought you some food!"

"Just a sec!" Charlie called back, releasing me. Pulling out the takeout from the microwave, she laughed. I smiled upon hearing it, and looked at the food.

"It's a good thing they brought food, because this looks like a load of crap," I said, giggling. She laughed harder and threw it into the trash. We headed out to the boys. 

Dean handed me the food while Charlie went back to her computer. Sam sat down near his computer. As I took another sip from my beer, I remembered that my search was still pulled up on his laptop. It was too late. Sam was already looking at the screen, holding back his laughter. I ran over and shut the computer. Dean raised his eyebrows at us. 

"I just, uh, was completely wrong in the search, like way off," I managed to get out. Sam nodded. Charlie had a confused look on her face, but shrugged and went back to her computer. Dean went back to eating his food. Sam shut the computer, set it on the table, and pulled me over to the library.

"What were you looking that up for?" he whispered. "Is it Charlie?" A smirk spread across his face. I blushed and nodded.

"I just don't know what to do," I said, "because I really like her but I don't think she feels the same."

"You're kidding right?" Sam laughed quietly. 

"No, I'm serious. How could she like me?"

"First off, you're amazing. Don't give me that talk. Second, she literally talks about you all the time." I raised my eyebrows questioningly and he nodded. "Just go talk to her." 

I started to say something, but he shushed me and pointed to Charlie. Sighing, I walked over and sat down next to her. She looked up and smiled, then went back to the computer.

Frustrated, I put my feet up on the table. Dean came back in, and snapped his fingers. When I glanced up, he motioned for me to get my feet down. I don't move. Charlie laughed, and wrapped her arm around me.

"Don't try to control her," she said, still laughing slightly. Dean's mouth dropped open, and Sam snorted.

"This doesn't involve you," Dean said, annoyance and embarrassment dripping from his voice. I looked over at Charlie, then got up and sat on the table. Smirking at Dean, I moved to the center of the table. He started to get angry, but then his face changed. He started to smile, and before I could do anything, he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me off of the table. Sam started to laugh, I'm giggling while fighting Dean, and he's holding on to me tightly. Then we all hear Charlie:

"HEY! PUT MY GIRL DOWN!"

I stopped fighting. Dean's eyes went wide, and he set me on the ground carefully. Sam seemed to freeze, his mouth slightly open and leaning back in his chair. Looking over, it seemed like Charlie didn't regret what she said. So, I took a chance.

"So I'm your girl?" I asked.

"Well, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that these tabs you have open have to deal with me. Unless there's some other girl you've met that also likes girls." My face turned red as I noticed she had Sam's laptop, not hers. I could hear Sam snickering, and Dean trying to figure out what was happening. Looking down at my fingers locked together, I finally found my voice.

"We had to do research," I said, shrugging. "I just chose a different topic than you." Charlie laughed, and walked over to me. I could hear that the boys had walked away to give us "privacy," but were still nearby so they could hear. I looked up and noticed how close she was to me. She closed her hands around mine, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Before I could second guess myself, I went for it.

"Can I be your girl?"

"I thought you would never ask."

As she leaned in to kiss me, I thanked Chuck that research had actually helped.