#everyone go read about sam patch

[cloudystevie]

take my heart and start a fire

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 4566

summary || sam and nat play cupid

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, degradation, teasing, dry-humping, daddy kink, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, begging, asphyxiation, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note || 18+ ONLY. hello, one-bed trope with bucky lives in my mind rent free and i decided to do something about it. enjoy! not proof-read yet. feel free to comment, reblog, and send me requests!

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“Alright, we got two rooms, one with just one bed and one with two beds. Should be enough to cover us tonight.” Sam claps his hands together as Bucky slowly walks up to the group. 

This was supposed to be a quick in-and-out mission. It was not easy by any means, but it was nothing the group hadn’t done before. You weren’t even supposed to be here. Usually, you did most of SHIELD’s groundwork, directing and organizing missions alongside Maria. However, due to issues with communication with one particular agent in the previous mission, Fury had instructed you to be on-site to ensure there would be no gaps in the instructions Maria and Steve were relaying. 

Except there was a gap. There was a gigantic gap in communication when you instructed Bucky to cover the cargo trailers in the westbound direction. Still, he decided you were wasting his time, so he left the trailers unattended, where the enemy was then able to take advantage of his isolation and overpower him. Had Natasha not interfered when she did, you did not even want to think about what could have happened. So you let him know just how pissed off you were the whole ride to the nearest motel since the world decided to unleash torrential rain at this very moment which made it impossible for you guys to navigate the jet out of whatever fucking city you were in. 

Bucky didn’t say a single word. Not when you were yelling at him while patching him up. Not when you wouldn't shut the fuck up because he never fucking listened. Not when you were running into the beat-down motel with its flickering sign on its last life while still screaming at him. 

He just stared at you. And he occasionally clenched his jaw. 

This wasn’t the first time Bucky disobeyed your direct order and it wasn’t the first time he got hurt because of that. You understood him, tried to initiate kindness, and extended a friendly hand toward him. But all he ever did was stare at you. He never spoke to you more than he absolutely needed to. He never paid any attention to you when you would hang out with Steve, Sam, or even Nat and Wanda. And it did sting you just a bit. A pang in your heart every time he walked past you like you didn’t exist because you had developed a crush on him since the first time you saw him a few months ago. When you would put a little extra effort into your appearance every morning because he made you feel little butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach every time you would even cross paths. 

When you did catch him staring at you, the weight of his eyes unmistakable, your heart rate would increase to match the flutters in your stomach, your cheeks heating under his gaze. He would look away immediately as if thrown out of his trance and catapulted into what he truly felt for you.

Disdain. Disgust. Maybe a little lust. 

God, you hated Bucky Barnes. You hated how you didn’t hate him, not even when he dismissed you somehow even more than he ignored everyone else. 

You were going to share a bed with Nat. Bucky and Sam could get the room with two beds because, of course, that was a reasonable conclusion. 

Apparently fucking not.

“I am not sharing a bed with him!” you screeched at Sam and Nat indignantly while the smug pair stood with faux innocent expressions. They needed you and Bucky to sort out whatever tension was between them by any means necessary.

They stayed silent, and you, ever the chatterbox today, decided to refuse. “Nat, I can’t sleep in the same room as him. He hates me! I can’t sleep when I’m stressed!” You whined, pleading with your best friend to take some pity on you. She knew better than anyone what you felt for Bucky, and she also knew love better than anyone when she saw it. 

Sam and Bucky walked a few steps ahead as you approached your door. 

“Sweetie, you and me are the only ones keeping up comms with Steve and Maria. It makes sense for us to be split up tonight so we can at least direct these morons at the same time and handle any issues faster than we’d be able to if we shared a room and they were in the other one.” Natasha knew she was right, and Sam fought back a smirk as their plan was falling into fruition, given the look on your face.

Bucky remained quiet as if he could not possibly care less if you slept on top of him in bed or a ditch.

You were this close to wishing the latter was your inevitable fate. 

“I hate it when you’re right.” As you approach the doors, you mutter and watch Sam take out the room keys.

Sam offers a small smile as Bucky walks in before you, patting you on the head and giving you a forehead kiss, “sweet dreams, pumpkin,” before shutting the door behind you as you roll your eyes.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Bucky’s voice cut through the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after the lock clicked. His voice was raspy because he hadn’t used it in a while, and you barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine at his tone. 

You take one look at the fraying carpet and decide that it has been years since this floor had some TLC. You look up at him to find his heavy-set eyes already on you, “I’m not sleeping on the floor either.” 

His jaw clenches, and another unreadable emotion swirls in his eyes as he replies, “Guess that settles it, then.” 

You roll your eyes and huff out that you’re jumping in the shower, not waiting for his reply- not that there was one. The water takes a while to warm up, and in the meantime, you peel your clothes off of yourself, dirtied by rainwater and the dirt, debris, and sweat that had accumulated earlier. You step into the shower and try to enjoy the feel of warm water cascading over your sore body. 

You rarely made it onto the field as you genuinely preferred doing the background work, planning missions, writing up plans and procedures, assigning responsibilities to each Avenger and guiding them through the field while you stayed at the headquarters. Your muscles were undoubtedly aware of that fact, as you had to do a lot more hand-to-hand combat due to Bucky’s stupid mistake.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander towards him, knowing you were completely bare just 10 feet away from him, how he would grunt in exertion and deliver calculated blows to his opponent. He was precisely your type: tall, brooding, broad shoulders, thick thighs. He didn’t speak that much, but his words were carefully weighed every time he did. He was so grumpy all the time, such a masculine man. You just loved it. 

You tried not to think about how he didn’t feel the same. And also about the fact that you would be sharing a bed with him. 

The water grew cold, and you realized you had been in the shower for upwards of twenty minutes. You shut off the water and wrap yourself in one of the towels provided by the hotel. You pulled out your pyjama set since there was a possibility that you would have to stay somewhere tonight due to the heavy rain. You didn’t think you were sleeping with Bucky, or you would have grabbed something a bit more conservative. You slip into the white tank top and shorts with a dainty floral design. You mentally prepared yourself to make a bee-line for the bed so you wouldn’t have to face Bucky while wearing next to nothing. 

A few feet away, Bucky was scrolling through the shitty channels playing on the shitty TV, ignoring the way his heart raced when the bathroom door unlocked and you emerged from the small room. He tried so hard not to stare at your outfit, unable to ignore the way all the blood in his body rushed to his dick when your tiny shorts rolled up even higher as you innocently bent over to check over your work laptop for any updates. 

“You really gonna wear that?” He scoffs and immediately realizes it didn’t exactly come out as playful as he would have liked. He winces at himself as you put the laptop back into its case and turn around to face him, and he can't stop himself from quickly glancing over your body. 

Crossing your arms under your chest, unintentionally drawing his attention to your tits, you scoff at him. “If I knew I was gonna be stuck in this shithole with you, then I would have made sure to wear a fucking hazmat suit.” 

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not gonna bite.” He smirked, finally deciding on a channel he liked and turning his attention to it as you stood and stared at him, mouth open because out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them, especially not with the flirtatious lilt to his voice. 

“Do not- do not tell me to relax! And don’t call me that! And- and ugh!” You retort weakly, strutting the few steps it took to get to the other side of the bed, 

Bucky licks his lips as you lay down next to him with your back towards him. Still huffing and puffing like the brat you were. 

He snorts at you, glancing at his watch and turning the TV off. 

“Do not snort at me, James.” Your voice comes out sharp, and he snorts again. 

“Tell me again what I can’t do, sweetheart? " he asks in a mockingly sweet voice. It makes you sick to your stomach.

 With desire.

You ignore him and tug the small comforter towards you, the bed suddenly feeling really small, with Bucky’s large frame taking up more than half of it. 

“Quit stealing the covers.” He grunts out, tugging them back towards him and leaving you bare and exposed to the cool air of the room. You gasp and sit up., using all your force to pull the covers back towards you, and even though you both know he let go, you still stick your tongue out at him. 

He grumbles something under his breath, and you smile victoriously. You’ll let the covers go eventually; you need to bask in your victory for a few minutes. Your mind begins to relax as you snuggle into the bed before you hear a sharp exhale, and somehow, you go from facing the dim wall to being pinned under Bucky. His frame entirely dwarfs yours, and the only light filtering in the room was the street lights and moon, the thin curtains doing nothing to block the shine. You shriek as you’re manhandled so quickly and forced to look into Bucky’s now dark blue eyes.

“Enough. I’ve had enough.” He growls, his hand pinning both your wrists down, and you have to fight yourself to keep in all tells of how aroused you are by the situation. 

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he continues. “Didn’t shut up for two hours straight. Always think you’re right. Always act like you’re smarter than everyone. Always fucking teasing me with your slutty fucking outfits.” He looks down at your tank top, almost angry when he sees your nipples poking through the thin material, but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything.

Because now, Bucky’s talking. And he’s going to make sure you hear each and every word. 

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” 

A squeak escapes your lips as he presses his body down on yours.

“You think I can’t hear the way your heart rate picks up when I’m around?” His head drops lower, and his voice drops even lower, pulling a whimper from your parted lips. Your mind is spinning as you realize you may not have been as discreet as you thought you were. You entirely forgot to consider the fact that Bucky is a supersoldier, with enhanced hearing.

His rumbling voice cuts through your flurry of thoughts, “You think I can’t fucking smell you?” He practically sneers at you, and you must be a sick, sick person with the way you’re sure you’ve never been more wet in your life. “You think I can’t smell the way you drip from this little pussy every time I walk in the room? Every time someone mentions my goddamn name? I can smell her right now sweetheart. You like me forcing you down don’t you?” His breath fans over your face as you’re forced to focus on him, his body and his scent and his voice overwhelming you. Your body shudders when he gently rocks his crotch against yours, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“What baby? Cat got your tongue now? You were being such a brat to me earlier.” He grunts, squeezing your cheeks and jaw in his free hand as you subconsciously buck your hips against his. 

“Bucky please…” You whine, squirming against his impenetrable hold. 

He smirks, “what’s wrong honey? You haven’t been this quiet or polite all day.”

“You- you’re being such a meanie! You knew the whole time and just never did anything about it!” You whine, your voice catching in your throat with each languid rock of his crotch angled perfectly against your clit. 

He laughs in your face and takes in the sight before him, your head thrown to the side as your chest heaves, your hips moving in tandem with his, your pouted lips swollen from being bitten so often. You were even more gorgeous like this and Bucky didn’t know that was possible.

“I wanted to see if you’d break first. But then, you just had to walk in here wearing this pathetic excuse of a pyjama set. And I just had to have you honey baby.”

You look back at him, a fiery expression in your eyes, “I don’t think that’s the real reason. I think you just wouldn’t be able to handle me. I think you can’t fuck me the way I need to be.” You spit back, not wanting to submit without a fight despite knowing that was exactly the direction this was going. 

In an instant Bucky’s metal hand was on your throat, squeezing enough to make your eyes blur for a second as you let out a whimper. “Is that right honey? You think I’ve never dealt with a rotten brat like you before? I know you pretend to put up a fight, I know you’re two strokes away from cumming all over yourself just from a little dry-humping. I know brats like you crave attention, but baby when you finally get it you better not run away? You got that?” He asks earnestly, his eyes locking on yours. 

“Do your worst James.” 

The second the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. The kiss is unlike any you’ve had before, it’s immediately messy and passionate, his tongue sliding in yours as he takes the lead, swallowing all your mewls and whimpers, finally letting go of your wrists and your fingers immediately go to his cropped hair, tugging on the short strands as he dominates you. You scramble to pull your shorts down but his hands flick your wrists away, giving you a glare.

“Did I say you could take these off, huh slut?” 

You whimper and shake your head no, finding yourself wanting to submit to him all too quickly.

He slides his briefs down to reveal his cock. You actually drooled a little at the sight of his length and girth, with beads of pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room. You can’t control yourself as your hands go to wrap around his length, barely able to hold him in your hands as he hisses, bucking his hips into your hands before swatting them away once again.

“You don’t get to touch honey baby. Not yet at least. You yelled at me for hours today, it really hurt my feelings you know.” He muses, beginning to rub his length against your white shorts that are completely drenched through, your pussy sensitive and responsive. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked sweetheart. You deserve to have this cunt rubbed on and came on. Just used like a cum rag.” He goes a little further, reading your reaction and when your back arches as much as his beefy body allowed you to, he knows you liked it. 

“Please James please I’m sorry, I’ll be good I swear!” You whine, your voice rising in pitch as his bare cock slides up and down the length of your pussy, and even through the layer seperating you, it was euphoric.

“I dunno honey, might have to beg and cry a little more and I’ll see how nice I’m feelin’ tonight.” He smiles cockily, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Almost instantly your eyes are watering as you clutch his biceps, morphing your features into big doe eyes and pouted lips, jutting your chest out in an attempt to persuade him further. “I’m sorry for bein’ a brat and yelling at you. I’m sorry for talking back and- and I need you James. Need you to fuck me please I wanted it for so long!” You drag your sentence and bite your lip, tears spiling onto your cheeks. 

He inhales sharply at the sound of your begging, stilling his hips for a moment as he restrains himself from cumming before he’s even seen your bare pussy. And in the next second he ripping your shorts to shreds, making you shriek and you can’t even get a reaction out before he spits onto your already soaked cunt, watching his spit mingle with your own arousal. You moan at the feeling, your hold twitching and practically begging to be filled. 

Bucky breathes in your scent since it envelopes his nostrils without any restrictions for the first time. When he opens his eyes again and sees your hazy expression he decides he can’t wait. He’s not gonna take it slow because he needs to feel you clench around him right now. His flesh index finger teases your pulsing hole, shoving the tip of his finger inside you as you whine, legs spreading for him on instinct. “Fuck she’s just begging to be stuffed isn’t she? Just aching to have my cock stretch her open.” He groans, dropping his forehead to yours as you chant breathy yes’s, mouth falling open and tears continuing down your face as he finally spreads you open on his cock. 

You have never felt so full in your life. Bucky was absolutely larger than average, in all ways. And it was exactly what you had been craving. He moans as you clench around him, your hole trying to push him out but pull him in at the same time. Before you know it he’s balls deep inside of you, your cream coating the hairs at the base of his length as you moan loudly, uncaring of the fact that Sam and Natasha were just a paper-thin wall away.

Your nails dug crescents into Buckys bulging biceps as he allowed you both a few moments to adjust to each other. “Oh my god Bucky you’re so- I’m so full.” Your words are breathy and slurred, and Bucky presses a kiss to each of your cheeks as he slowly grinds his hips into yours, not fully thrusting yet. 

“You know I want this to be more than just a quick fuck. When we get back I wanna take you out, wine and dine you properly.” He whispers against your lips, his hands and voice gentle compared to his earlier disposition. 

You nod your head in agreement, “I want that too Bucky, but I need you to fuck me right now.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling almost entirely out of you, allowing your hole to stretch around his tip before he slams into you, making your back arch and all the breath from your lungs dissipates. You squeal his name as he begins fucking into you with little care to be gentle. Your hands scramble to hold on as the headboard slams into the wall with every push and pull of his hips.

“I thought you said I couldn’t handle you honey baby. But look at you now, so stupid on my dick and just taking what I give you.” He mocks you, his metal hand finding its way to your throat once again and squeezing, relishing in the way you cunt clenches against him when he does. You cry out louder than before and he hisses, slapping his palm over your mouth. He grunts through clenched teeth, “shut the fuck up. You want Sam and Nat to hear you crying for my dick huh? What would they say if they saw strong and independent you, stretched open and cock-drunk, pinned under me and crying for me?”

Your eyes clench shut as your words are unintelligible and muffled by his palm. He coos at you and clicks his tongue, making you shiver. “Don’t think too much honey baby, just take it. This is what you’re meant to do, not be a brat. Just take my cock.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts as the sound of skin slapping skin and your wetness squelching fill the room. 

Your chest begins heaving as the oxygen to your brain takes more effort to get there. You were being propelled to your orgasm as you begin chanting the fact, your voice so pornographic and unlike your own but you can’t even find it in yourself to be shocked.

“‘M gonna cum, m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum please Daddy please!” The words leave your lips faster than you can process, and what was about to erupt into the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, was left denied and unsatisfied and you cried out, beginning your protests when Bucky flipped you around, your back to his chest as he shoved himself back inside of you. He pulled you up by your hair and brought his lips to your ears, his cock hitting an even deeper angle as you struggled to keep up.

“What did you call me?” He growls, not letting up his thrusts but expecting you to answer.

Your brain struggles to process his words, but once you do you’re quick to realize you let the word you often used in your fantasies about Bucky slip. You immediately apologize, thinking he must be off-put by your lewdness. 

He cuts your scrambled apologies off with his heavy voice, “say it again. That’s what you’ve been really dying to call me isn’t it. Just needed Daddy to take what he needed from you didn’t you?”

“Oh fuck.” Your head falls against his chest as he wraps his bicep around your throat, forcing you upright, “yes Daddy, needed my Daddy to take care of me.” You slur out, Your hands clutching his bicep as his metal fingers begin playing expertly with your throbbing clit. 

“That’s right slut, I’m your Daddy. I’m your fucking Daddy.” He impales you on his dick, his cock reaching all the rights spots as your brain truly begins to leave you, all you can do is succumb to the pleasure Bucky is inflicting on you. Your pussy clenches harder than it has before as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, you try to run from it but Bucky’s strong hold doesn’t allow you to move even a slither away. 

“Oh what does this little pussy clenching mean huh? Tell Daddy baby, tell Daddy what it means when I feel you clench around my cock huh? You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over yourself like the stupid little toy you are?” His voice is breathless in your ear as he nears his own high, your body shaking as your high begins building to impossible heights. 

You slur out something that resembles his title and an exclamation that you’re gonna cum, and his metal hand slaps your clit once, and then twice, his gravelly voice in your ear degrading you, and your high explodes from your body. You feel it everywhere as you don’t register anything except for pleasure. Pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Bucky drops his forehead to your shoulder, muttering your name through clenched teeth as he calls you a good girl, before stuffing you full of his cum. Thick white ropes paint your swollen walls and it only amplifies your high as you struggle to breathe, your mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated as Bucky pumps you full of his cum. 

He gently lets you down and your limp body manages to cling onto him, needing to feel him close to you as you reel from your explosive orgasm. He shushes you, kissing your forehead, cooing at you, praising you. Everything you need to avoid experiencing a negative subdrop since he did just put you into such a submissive mindset. 

It takes a couple minutes of his tender words and touches for you to come back to yourself, and when you do he smiles sweetly at you. Pulling out of you and shushing your whines, as he reaches over to his nightstand where there were a few clean hand towels, and he cleans you up, mindful of your sensitivity and he places a kiss right above your clit, his beard scratching the sensitive button making you shudder and mewl. 

He wraps you up in his arms and pulling you closer, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as you blink at him. 

“I was being serious you know, I don’t want this to be a one and done thing. I wanna be yours, if you’ll have me.” He adds, his voice trailing off and you put your hand on his stubbled cheek before pressing your lips to his. 

“That’s all I’ve wanted since I first saw you.” You say softly, basking in being so close to him and having all his attention on you. 

He smiles brightly, pressing his lips to yours with more fervour and flutters in his heart. “You’re mine now sweetie, stuck with me forever. No return policy.” He teases. 

“I think you’re the one who’s stuck with me after you just dicked me down like that. No way am I getting rid of you.” You mumble sleepily, clinging to him as he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and watching you slip into a dreamland state.

For the first time in years, Bucky sleeps a full eight hours. And he wakes up with you by his side.

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The next morning, when it’s 9 AM, and you waddle onto the jet, Bucky tailing close behind you, a hand on your back to support your weight, Natasha and Sam share knowing looks, and Sam quickly texts Steve and Tony. He let them know they were on their way, and they owed him and Nat 100 bucks because their plan worked.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

A Real Family

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: Sam and Dean find out they have a little sister and they come to meet you, but things don’t go so well

Warnings: abuse, death

The woman staring at the Winchesters was scowling. “I told you not to come.”

“I know.” Sam looked apologetic, but Dean was all business.

“We have some things we need to discuss with you…and with Y/N.”

“With me?” The woman pursed her lips. “Fine. Come in.” She led the boys through the house to the living room. They both opted to stand, wary of the patched couch in the middle of the room that gave off a strange stench. “I’ll go get Y/N,” the woman huffed, turning on her heel and going up the staircase at the far side of the room.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other—they could hear your mother starting to yell at you from all the way up the stairs.

“Charming,” Sam huffed.

“Maybe she was different fifteen years ago.” Dean shrugged.

“See what you did? Now those men are in here! Go, go fix your mess.”

Sam and Dean glanced at the staircase long enough to see your mother all but pushing you down the stairs, her hand coming up and slapping the back of your head.

“Hey there,” Sam greeted once you’d reached them, and you glanced at him shyly.

“Did I not teach you manners?” Your mother demanded, smacking your arm. “Don’t be disrespectful.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice squeaked. You turned your attention on Sam and Dean. “Hi. Who are you?”

“These men are your brothers,” your mother snapped. “Obviously they got John’s good genes,” she muttered under her breath, but everyone heard.

Your confusion remained. “Um—I don’t understand. Where’s John?”

Your mother’s hand twitched as if itching to strike you, and both you and Sam flinched.

“Hey,” Sam interjected, taking a step closer to your mother. “I was actually hoping to ask you some questions, so if you could just…”

Your mother relented, leading Sam into the kitchen to talk.

“Def Leppard,” Dean said to break the odd silence, nodding at your shirt. “Nice.”

“They’re my favorite. Dad got me this shirt.” You glanced around Dean as if John would be hiding behind him, hope lighting up your eyes. “Is-is he here?”

“He…no.” Dean sighed. “That’s why we’re here. I know it’s been a couple of years since John visited…kid, he’s dead.”

The light drained from your eyes as your mouth opened, then closed, while you searched for something to say.

“I’m sorry,” you said suddenly, and your unexpectedly piercing gaze threw Dean.

“What?”

“I-I barely even knew him, but he told me all about you guys. You must’ve been close—I’m sorry.”

“Dad…told you about us?” Dean was confused. Adam hadn’t known anything about them—why had dad told you?

“He always sounded so proud of you guys.” You weren’t looking at Dean anymore, and the way you struggled to get the words out spoke for itself. “He-he said you guys were in the same line of work, that you guys were taking up the family business.” Your fingers started to fidget. “He couldn’t tell me everything—said it was kind of a secret—but I know it was dangerous.” Your eyes suddenly snapped up to meet Dean’s. “Is that how he died?” Your voice cracked, your eyes red-rimmed.

“Yeah.” Dean swallowed, trying to take in everything you’d said. “Yeah, that’s how he died.”

…

“Why did you need to talk to me?” Your mother crossed her arms over her chest, all but glaring at Sam.

“I’m…sorry to tell you this, but John…he passed away.”

Your mother’s eyes widened. “Are we in the will?” She asked, and Sam felt his stomach twist.

“I—um—“

“No,” your mother scoffed, reading Sam’s expression. “Of course not. Of course John wouldn’t leave anything to care for his mistake.”

“His—“ Sam swallowed hard, trying to tamp down his anger. “Yeah, it seemed like you don’t particularly like Y/N.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed, then rolled.

“What, because I hit her? It’s the only way to get anything through that thick skull of hers.”

“Ok, um…” Sam took a deep breath, forcing his fists to clench and unclench. “Look, the reason we’re here is that…when John first came around, it was to investigate some deaths in the area, right?”

“Right…” your mother confirmed. “Serial killer or something. Why?”

“There have been another string of deaths. We think it might be connected, we’re just trying to make sure everyone is safe. I was wondering if you could tell me how you got involved the first time, and if anything seems like it’s similar this time.”

…

“I thought I told you to stay in your room.” A deep growl of a voice startled you, and Dean’s eyes narrowed when he saw how hard you flinched when a man stepped into the living room.

“Uncle Zack, I’m, um—“

“Who’s this?” He demanded, looking at Dean.

“Dean Winchester,” Dean introduced.

“Related to John?” Zack’s eyes narrowed.

“He was my dad.”

“Was?” Zack’s lips twitched. “So the deadbeat finally choked, huh?”

“Hey!” Both men in the room stared in surprise when your voice suddenly rang out, your stance straighter. “My dad wasn’t a deadbeat, he saved lives, and he—“

Your speech was cut short when Zack reached out and backhanded you across the face. You staggered, almost losing your balance before Dean steadied you.

“Hey!” Dean stepped out in front of you, blocking Zack from getting any closer. “That’s enough!”

Zack didn’t even look at Dean.

“I told you to never disrespect me, you little brat!” Zack roared at you. Dean watched as you shrunk back in fear, your whole frame trembling. “Don’t you ever raise your voice like that again, or I’ll—“

“I said that’s enough!” Dean shoved Zack back, dodging a blow that the man aimed at Dean’s head. Dean’s arm struck out, landing a punch to the side of Zack’s head, and Zack crumpled to the floor. “Sam!” Dean called towards the kitchen before turning to you. “Hey, are you ok?”

You nodded timidly.

“He does it all the time,” you mumbled. Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, followed closely by your mother.

“Zack!” She cried out. “What is going on in here?!” Dean ignored her.

“Kid, what else does Uncle Zack do?” Dean demanded, watching carefully as tears tracked down your rapidly bruising face. Your eyes wandered to your mother. “Hey.” Your attention snapped back to Dean. “Don’t look at her, she won’t hurt you. Tell me the truth.”

“They—um—they hit me a lot,” you mumbled, your eyes trained on your feet. “And when I’m grounded I don’t get to eat. Dad—Dad didn’t know.”

“I only give the little brat what she deserves,” your mother snapped. “It’s the only way she learns anything. It’s my job to teach her—“

“It’s your job to protect her!” Dean thundered as he stood up and stepped towards your mom. When Sam saw you flinch, he put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile.

“You can’t tell me what my job is, you’re not her parents!” Your mother shot back.

“Well she—“ Dean froze when Zack sat bolt upright on the floor.

“Dean!” Sam called out, moving in front of you—but not before you could see Zack’s coal-black eyes.

“I heard the Winchester’s were in town,” the demon said.

“Zack?” Your mother questioned, stepping closer to him. Zack’s gaze snapped to her, and when she saw the black pits that used to be her brother’s eyes, she shrieked and bolted for the door.

Zack didn’t even try to follow her.

“Charming mother.” Zack chuckled, his eyes landing on you.

“What are you?” You whimpered.

“I’m the last face you’re ever going to see.” The demon chuckled. “Your daddy dearest caused a lot of trouble for me a few years back. He sent me to hell—but now I’m out.”

“You’re not gonna touch her,” Dean growled.

Barely had the words left him before he was thrown across the room along with Sam. Sam landed on a small end table, the wood cracking under his weight. Dean hit the wall with a sickening crunch.

“Wait your turn, boys,” the demon said. “I’ll get to you eventually. But first…” the demon was stalking towards you now, with a knife gripped his his hand—you didn’t know where it had come from.

You fell back, nearly tripping over the carpet in your haste to back away from the demon. Your hand landed on the dresser, and you groped around for something to fight the demon off with. Your fist closed around a lamp, and you yanked it from its cord and swung it at the demon. Caught off guard, the demon got hit on the side of the head and went down hard. One hand went up to the cut on his forehead, the other clenching into a fist.

“You little—“ he didn’t get to finish his insult.

Sam had pulled himself from the wreckage of the end table and came up right behind the demon. When the demon lunged for you, Sam lunged at the same time. There was a flash of light as Sam forced the knife into Zack’s back, before the demon fell to the ground.

“Are you ok?” Sam lifted his hands to your shaking shoulders.

“Is—is it dead?” You breathed, never taking your eyes off of Zack’s still form.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “It’s dead, you’re safe.”

“Kid…” Dean grunted as he lifted himself off the ground. “That…that was a demon. To kill it, Sam…he had to kill your Uncle Zack.”

“Oh.” You finally tore your eyes away from the body to look at Dean. “Are you…gonna go away now?” Sam noticed the way that your breathing sped up.

“Honey…” Sam swallowed. Somehow, he knew what you were thinking. “Our lives are—are really dangerous—“

“I don’t care,” you jumped in. “I thought…” you swallowed, and your eyes wandered once again to your uncle. “I always thought that he was gonna kill me one day.” You shook your head. “That thing you just killed—he’s not the only one, is he?”

“No,” Dean sighed. “Not by a long shot.”

“And my dad?” You asked. “He fought them too?”

“He did.” Sam nodded. “And he was one of the best fighters out there.”

“Ok.” You nodded, and the brothers watched as a steel resolve settled over your features. “Then I wanna fight them too.”

“Kid.” Dean’s eyes were pleading. “Our life…it’s not a long one.”

“Hey.” Your lips quirked into an almost-smile. “I’ve already outlived him.” You gestured to the dead man on the floor. “That’s already more time than I ever thought I’d get.” The smile suddenly dropped. “I can’t…I don’t want to be here anymore.” You looked from Dean to Sam, and Sam’s heart ached at the tears pooling in your eyes. “I know I’m not completely your sister, but…but you’re the closest thing to family I’ve got. Please don’t leave me here.”

Sam and Dean met each other’s eyes. Dean was the first to move, stepping around Zack’s body before reaching down and yanking the demon knife from his back. He held it out to you, a smirk flitting across his face when you took it without hesitation.

“Welcome to the family business, kid.”

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I didn’t need to make a poll cuz i do what i want, but i am here to give people what they want

NEXT GEN SHAWPACK HEADCANONS | Get to know edition

(I’ve rambled abt them before, but this is prolly more detailed, and changed a lil from the old post)

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• Mia Hyacinth Shaw

-Named after his Mom, who I decided to call to Mia. (Totally random, I just rlly like) Originally her name was suppose to be Gabriela, as an homage to Gabe, but then I realized it’d seem more meaningful if she were named after his mom, keeping a piece of her alive through this new era. Her middle name is to honor David and Angel’s favorite flower the hyacinth (I headcanon that was the flower Angel got David in that one vday special)

- Eldest twin by 3 minutes

- Is basically Angel in every conceivable way cept’ her appearance, both twins look inexplicably like their father, not that Angel is complaining

-Another thing she inherited from David was being a natural born leader, often serving as the “mini alpha” in what Ash refers to as the “Pup-pack”

-One hell of a rollerblader, taking after their other parent, competing in tournaments, racking awards

• Callum Gabriel Shaw

- Named in honor of a certain childhood friend (Caelum) and middle ofc to honor Gabe

-Youngest twin, which he really likes to bring up sarcastically when losing petty fights “I’m younger be nice to me!”

- Is 100% just David in a child’s body, but he plays more of a follower role while his sister takes on the leading aspect of things.

-Has always been a great listener, even as an infant Angel and David have noticed him looking at them during conversations as if memorizing every piece of information being said

-The one between the two who takes a keen interest in his father’s security company, often begging David to take him with him to the office, asking his aunts and uncles about what they do

• Oliver James Talbot

-Asher really pushed for the second name just so he could call him ‘OJ’ as a nickname (And cuz Baabe was really into James Bond at the time, but they’ll never admit that.) Only Ash gets to use that nickname tho, to most he’s just “Ollie” or “Jay” or “OLIVER JAMES.” To their other parent in moments of mischief.

-Is the eldest of 3, but you’d never guess because of how much taller his sister is

-Is one HELL of a dancer, he likes to say he doesn’t exercise but he could out dance anyone in the pack and that includes his uncle Milo

-Is on the Albinism spectrum, which resulted to him having white patches of hair across his head, that translates into his wolf form being one of the cutest and unique mix of white and brown

• Kelcee Talbot

-Affectionately called CeeCee by her parents (They like 2 letter sounding nicknames ig?!) yes the lack of second names were cuz of the OJ incident

-Takes after their other parent’s Type-A personality, which she wields like a champ. This also means she and her uncle David bond over itineraries and schedules during packing trips. He’s joked about hiring her as a secretary, but yk she took that seriously, going so far as to ask almost everyone in their pack for references that she handed to her uncle. (She was hired as soon as she was of age)

• August (Auggie) Talbot

-Youngest of the Talbot troop and of the pack, however, probably the most independent out of all the pack kids.

-Aside from his immediate family members, Auggie is probably closest to Milo’s kid, Alyssa, whom he affectionately calls Lyss. They often bond over silence, taking quiet walks in the wood, climbing on trees only to sit on branches for hours with the occasional giggle here and there.

-Likes, and i mean LIKES illusory magic, reading anything and everything there is to know about it

-Also takes an interest in healing magic, often helping his uncle Sam take care of the cuts and bruises of his fellow young packmates

• Alyssa Marie Greer

-Middle name after her beloved grandmother, and Alyssa cuz it sounds freaking cool.

-No. 1 Fashionista, none of us are surprised

-Most intimidating out of all the kids to the point where she scares her parents, even if half the time she’s prolly zoning out. Only person who can actually get reactions out of her is Asher’s youngest, Auggie (No romance literally platonic soulmates)

-Likes archery. She started by practicing on her father’s old bow (Milo was on the archery team throughout college)

-Is always assumed to be very close to tank cuz of their similar personalities but you wouldn’t know because if they’re in a room together it’d just be complete silence

• Sean Riley Collins

-His name started off as a joke cuz it always annoyed me when ‘Shawn’ is spelled as Sean but I kept it cuz it makes me giggle. Middle name was Sam’s idea, deciding to give their son both their initials. (For context my Darlin’ oc’s name is Raegan)

-True to the Collin’s brand, Sean has unanimously been nicknamed as ‘Peace officer Collins’ or ‘Sheriff Collins’ often keeping his fellow young packmates in line, making sure to serve them the patented Collins Lecture when they start being rascals

-He is also one hell of a baker and is often seen hanging around the kitchen with his uncle David during gatherings. Which the big man appreciates since neither of his children are particularly gifted in the kitchen

• Hugo Solaire

-Yes I took the name Hugo from Sofia the first but you can’t tell me it doesn’t fit.

-Is undeniably closest to the Collin’s being raised alongside him more often, but has met and spent plenty of time with the pack, and may or may not have a thing for the alpha’s daughter

-Theater kid. Has played prince charming in Into the Woods twice and will bring it up when provoked.

-Carries the same air of confidence his father had during his more frivolous years

-Takes a particular interest in investigator work, often listening in to sweetheart’s stories of ongoing cases, sometimes offering suggestions or asking questions (He uses it for writing material)

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

Drunk Confession

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Trope: Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Summary: Bucky gets drunk and confesses to you

Author’s Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. English is not my first language, so please understand grammar or spelling mistakes. This fic was inspired by the song, Drunk Text by Henry Moodie. I appreciate every feedback! Thank you for reading!

Since Bucky joined the Avengers, you and Bucky have been friends for eternity. The two of you hit it off when you met, and considering Bucky a quiet person, as soon as the two of you you started opening up, Steve couldn’t be more surprised. You two would flirt whenever you had a chance, but both of you were scared to admit the feelings that were so obvious to the other team members. You and Bucky would be on missions together, fighting for each other’s lives, caring about each other’s safety more than anything. After successful missions, Tony would have a party, inviting nearly half the population of New York. As everyone leaves, and the team is the only member left, they would have small games like Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and so much more, leaving Tony to wonder if he’s dealing with a bunch of seventeen-year-olds.

This mission was one of the last missions the team had to deal with at the Main base of Hydra located in Russia. The mission was over quicker than Tony’s plan, leaving everyone more time to relax.

When everyone returned to the compound, Tony decided to have a party just for the Avengers. He informed the members to wear something casual. Some left for their rooms, and some went to the medic to get superficial wounds patched up.

“Let’s get drunk!!!!!!!!!!”
 Peter shouted since it was his first party where he could legally be drinking. Tony looked deadly into Peter’s eyes, warning him to act like an adult, leaving Natasha to smirk. You weren’t feeling good and remembered that Bucky usually did not enjoy staying out at parties, where he is forced to socialize; you thought the two of you would be having a movie night in your room, but you were wrong. Bucky wanted to stay and drink, so you decided to go back to your room and sleep early, but as soon as you were about to leave, Bucky grabbed your wrist.

“Stay.. Please”

He told you with his puppy eyes looking at you, and you couldn’t say no. So you silently sat down next to him, where he held your hand and absent-mindedly drew circles on the back of your hand.

“Just get a room, the two of you! We have a teenager in this room.”

Teased Sam, earning a dramatic eye roll from Bucky and Peter.

“I’m not a teenager, look! I drink! I’m an adult now.”
 Peter told Sam, showing him the bottle he had in his hands.

“Says who doesn’t even have facial hair.”

Muttered Tony. Steve and Sam were cracking up, and Peter was left annoyed.

Bucky never enjoyed drinking. Well, one, he couldn’t get drunk from his serum, and two, even if he did get drunk in some way, the hangover he had the next day and the blimming headache would remind him of the bloody chair. But for some reason, Bucky was drinking the Asgardian beer Thor brought as a present. You were worried for his sake by tomorrow, so you constantly whispered to him to stop drinking, but he wouldn’t listen.

“I just have a lot in my mind, Y/N… So just let me drink. I know the consequences ”

Bucky told you to calm you down as you were worrying too much.

“You can tell me what’s in your mind; don’t bottle them up just with alcohol.”

Bucky shook his head and drank up bottles of beer and strong whiskey. Realizing you had no power to stop him from drinking, you decided to let him be and have his way of controlling his stress.

You talked with Nat as Wanda and Vision left to go to bed. You then realize that it is already two o’clock in the morning. No one seemed to be leaving soon, so you just continued the chat with Natasha and Clint, hearing about Clint’s family and Natasha’s sister. As the conversation continued, your eyes started to feel so heavy that you decided to head back to the room. As you were trying to leave, Sam called you out.

“Y/N, cyborg is too drunk to return to his room alone. Steve’s too drunk, and obviously, I’m too terrified if I ‘invade his privacy.’”

Sam mentioned sarcastically, and you nodded. You remembered Bucky hated people entering his room, even when it was just for help, and you were the only exception in the team.

You excused the both of you, nearly carrying Bucky back to his room.

“Bucky, you’re too drunk!!! I told you to stop drinking.”

You scolded Bucky, but he just widely smiled at you.

“What are you smiling at, mister?”

“You.”

He replied so simply yet in a flirty way that made you blush.

While he was rambling stupid stuff, you had already carried him to his room and tucked him into bed. He grabbed your wrist when you were about to get him a glass of water to wake him up.

“Y/N? Did I ever tell you I’m in love with you?”

Your eyes widened. You developed a crush on Bucky for about five months now, but you were too terrified to tell him your feelings and get rejected to lose a best friend, so you had to hide your feelings deep down. But Bucky confessing his feelings to you while he’s half asleep? Your head was running miles an hour, but Bucky’s voice stopped you from overthinking.

“I’m madly in love with you, Y/N. Maybe I fell for you the moment I shook your hands, or… when you came into my room with cookies at 4 am when I woke up from a terrible nightmare, or even when you threw yourself in front of me to protect me from a gunshot, only to get yourself hurt. I think about you all the time; I think about you while eating lunch, I think about you before I go to sleep, and I think about you as soon as I wake up; you might think this is creepy, but I want to be with you, and I’m too scared if you’d find me too broken, that you’d find a reason to leave. I wanna have you so bad…”

You held his hands and kissed his forehead. You kept telling yourself;

‘He’s drunk, he’s drunk, he’s drunk’

“Buckaroo, you’re too drunk. Let’s get you to bed and talk about this in the morning, Okay?”

Bucky nodded and let go of your hand.

“Now let me go get you a glass of water. It will make you feel better a bit.”

You went to the kitchen, made a glass of water, and returned to his bed, but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Buck? Bucky, where are you?”

You turned on the lights and saw Bucky sitting on the couch, playing random chords on his guitar. As Bucky had therapy sessions, he was recommended to learn an instrument or make a hobby unrelated to fighting, and he decided to learn the guitar. Having YouTube, he could learn guitar in his room without anyone knowing. But sometimes he would play some chords and sing you some songs.

“Y/N, come here. I’m not drunk.”

Bucky’s voice sounded calm, which made you wonder if he wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t slurring anymore, and his eyes seemed more alert than a while ago. You followed his instructions and sat down beside him, and he started singing a song.

I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight

Wish I was the reason you stay up ’til 3

And you can’t fall asleep

Waiting for me to reply

I wish I was more than just someone you walk by

Wish I wasn’t scared to be honest and open

Instead of just hoping

You’d feel what I’m feeling inside

Oh, and here we go again

Destroy myself to keep a friend

Hiding away, ‘cause I was afraid you’d say no

I wonder if I cross your mind

Half as much as you do mine

If I tell you the truth

What will I lose I don’t know

I wish I’d sent you that drunk text at midnight

I was just sacred it would ruin our friedship

But I really meant it

I wonder how you would reply

Bucky finished singing. He sang the last verse, nearly asleep, and as soon as the song finished, he fell asleep on the couch. You were left flabbergasted, feeling an undescribable feeling in your stomach. But you noticed if Bucky spent the night like this, he’d probably be in misery in the morning, so you decided to take the guitar away and at least make him comfy on the couch, with cushions and blankets. As you lifted his head to put the blanket below him, he brought you down and nuzzled into your neck. You were surprised and tried to get out of his grip, but he pulled you closer as you tried to escape, sending shivers down your spine. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was cozier than you thought.

You woke up earlier than Bucky and decided to make him breakfast because you knew he’d have a massive hangover when he woke up, so you prepared to create him a bowl of oatmeal with sliced banana and chicken noodle soup just in case.

Soon, you heard Bucky tossing and turning around the couch, and soon, you saw him wake up. He looked exhausted, with his hair all over the place. He frowned as he looked around his room, but as his eyes landed on you, his frown turned into a colossal smile.

‘See? He doesn’t remember a thing; he was just drunk. Let’s get over it.’

You thought to yourself.

“Good morning, Bucky; you were so drunk yesterday, like really drunk. I was scared you’d blow up.”

“Good thing I didn’t.”

“I warned you not to drink that much! You hate drinking, Buck!”

You warned him, and he nodded. You offered him a glass of water to save him from his misery. You were about to return to the kitchen to finish the food, but Bucky pinned you.

“You said we’d discuss it today.”

You tried to put on a normal face, acting as if you didn’t remember anything from yesterday.

"What?"

You questioned innocently as Bucky was about to pour his heart into you.

"I'm in love with you. Can you be my girlfriend? I was in love with you forever. And I was scared I'd lose you. I... I love you so much."

You were utterly dumbfounded. Words left your mouth. You thought it was the alcohol speaking, not himself, but as you see him all sober up, you realize it was him all along. As he confessed his feelings to you, the space between you was filled with silence, and the few seconds felt like a million years of them.

You were in shock and internally screaming from joy, and Bucky was so nervous not hearing a word from your mouth. He started overthinking, worrying if he had just lost his best friend, just from his stupid emotions that he couldn’t help but keep to himself.

"I- If you don't wanna be with me, it's totally fine. I respect your decision. And- and if you want me out of your life, I will walk out of it. And if you, if you hate me, you can, and- and... I'm sorry for ruining everything like this. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so sorry. You can leave if you like, I won't bother you with my stupid jokes, I won't sing you weird songs, I won’t keep you awake at night from nightmares, and- and”

He was rambling, and you stopped him with a deep kiss. As your lips crashed with his, his eyes widened and pushed you away in shock.

"What was that? Why did you kiss me? Just to rub it in that I'd never have you?"

You loved seeing him so nervous in front of you. The Bucky that everyone in the compound knew was a man with no emotions who was always stiff and private, but seeing him in this state made you smile. He looked so adorable. He was so adorable that it made you question how he could be a deadly assassin.

"To show you I love you too idiot."

You replied, hoping it would stop him from wandering in his thoughts that were running miles an hour. Bucky was momentarily speechless and pulled you in for another deep kiss.

“Does this mean you’re mine?”

Bucky asked while he pulled you in closer and nuzzled into your neck.

“Yes, idiot I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

You told him in between kisses. His tongue entered your mouth, and your tongues moved in sync.

“God, this is the best day of my life. I’ll never let you go Y/N”

He whispered.

Bucky was on top of you, and he started to kiss your neck, leaving a trail down to your clavicle. You whimpered and loved every single second of it.

“Don’t you smell something burning, doll?”

Bucky asked, and you realized the chicken noodle soup you left on the fire.

“Oh shit.”

You ran back to the kitchen, and Bucky followed you and hugged you from behind, snuggling into your neck as he absorbed your scent.

“You made something for me, sweetheart?”
 “I did, ‘cause I know how much you hate headaches, and I wanted to soothe it for a bit. I wanted to make you feel better.”

“You want me to make me feel better? But you already are, baby.”

Bucky told you with a cheeky grin and offered to get food in the common-kitchen. You went downstairs together, having hands in hands, interlocking your fingers. Bucky’s face looked better than ever, and Tony gave you death glares as he silently asked you what happened overnight. You just smiled at him.

“Since when did cyborg wake up with a grin after a heavy drinking session?”
 Sam asked, but Steve poked him when he caught on to what was happening. Steve gave Bucky a knowing glare.

“Maybe I like alcohol,”
 Bucky whispered as you were having breakfast. Your spine shivered again, and you had butterflies in your stomach again. You realized that you weren’t just in love with him, you were in fact, madly, in love with him.

Thank you for reading!!

[shirefantasies]

hello :) im new on your page so im not extremely familiar with what you're going through but I'd still like to wish you a smooth recovery before saying anything else.

considering your condition you can absolutely take as long as you need on this request or just not do it at all but i just NEEDED to get this idea off my chest

so last night i read your LOTR characters and how many children they would have hcs and now i absolutely cannot get the idea of frodo with a little girl out of my head :(

just imagine a hobbit toddler with frodos curls like running around and being silly ☹️☹️☹️

anyways if you could elaborate on that or just some hcs of frodo as a dad in general would be so greatly appreciated :)

i wish you a smooth recovery and i hooe that you're alright

Thank you so much! I'm sorry this is an OLLLLLDDDD request and I can't remember when this was originally put in but it would be so funny if it was pre-emergency room trip 😂 but no matter what all healthy here finally 🥰 I hope it's ok that I decided to expand on this a little for everyone!

The Hobbits as Dads (Wife!Reader)

Frodo

✧ As I've mentioned, Frodo wants a smaller family, so you end up with two children, a daughter first, then a son. Both of whom just love their sweet father to pieces!

✧ Frodo and your daughter especially are just joined at the hip. She’ll sit on his desk swinging her legs while he writes or illustrates, asking him what he’s doing until he’s basically reading to her and working all at once!

✧ She chases him around the meadows, giggling as he lets himself almost be caught only to turn around and swoop her up into the air with a wide smile of his own!

✧ Frodo gets so soft whenever he holds your son, who looks just like you! Your daughter has his eyes, but your son is the spitting image of you and he just loves it. He could watch you just sitting there with your little boy in his arms watching forever, but in the end his feet carry him right to your sofa to snuggle in, your little girl on his heels!

✧ Dances with your daughter at every party, even when she is little and has to stand atop his feet as they twirl.

✧ Every morning Frodo wakes your children up with a kiss to the forehead and it almost brings tears to his eyes sometimes at the way your little boy absolutely leaps into his arms to be carried out to breakfast, the biggest smile on his little face, so reminiscent of his beloved wife's.

Sam

✧ The absolute king of making all his children feel heard despite having so many! He's invested in so many hobbies, but the children make him the dearest things, so it's ever so worth it.

✧ For example, Elanor pens the most amazing tales and Sam is always talking about her way with words. Saying how she certainly didn't get it from him! It must be from her brilliant mother. Having heard stories of Gandalf's fireworks, Hamfast works tirelessly to unlock their secret, creating his first little sparklers just in time for his father's birthday party! Sam tears up a little at this.

✧ The father who carries as many kids at a time as he physically can. One hanging around his neck, one on his back, and he strains to lift the ones dangling from his arms, too.

✧ So sweet whenever his children cry that they go to him just as often as you! Takes them in his arms and always has the kindest, most uplifting words ready.

✧ Has a tree, bush, or patch of flowers named for and aided in tending by each child as they chose their favorite.

✧ All the ladies of the Shire giggle at the sight of Sam wrangling three little ones at the market, trying so hard to keep his words gentle as he's holding another of their siblings and they want to put their hands on everything. "But that's simply not polite, now is it?"

Merry

✧ He’s always wanted at least one son and one daughter, and let me tell you: his daughter will have him wrapped around her finger.

✧ Even if she looks just like you, your daughter has Merry’s smile and as a baby, she mirrors his expressions exactly. You catch him playing peekaboo with her all the time and making faces just to see them spreading across her soft cheeks.

✧ Making toys for his kids becomes a passion of Merry’s. He spends hours carving a little wooden sword for your son that looks as close to the one gifted to him from his fellow soldiers of Rohan.

✧ The dad who takes his kids on outings so mama can have a break! After making you breakfast, Merry runs off with the little ones to go berry picking and brings them back a complete mess of dirt and juice splatters, but also grinning excitedly and holding up brimming baskets of their harvest.

✧ Congratulates your daughter the first time an angry mother complains to him about her slapping her son, who had pushed her down. “That’s right. Don’t let anyone treat you like that.” Turning to you, Merry grins, eyes all aglow with admiration. “Hear that? She’s a fighter!”

✧ Bedtime is a whole production. Bath time, a story, time laying with each child to talk about anything they want, tucking them in…and you can pry it all from Merry’s cold dead hands.

Pippin

✧ The dad who thinks all of his children are so neat, no ifs, ands, or buts, and is best friends with them all. Also the proudest father who cannot stop talking about them all into any remotely available set of ears.

✧ Your firstborn son is Pippin’s best friend, running as soon as he can walk and toddling after his father anywhere he can go, and Pippin always welcomes his company!

✧ Lifts his young ones up onto the Green Dragon tables too and lets them show off their moves or simply holds them while he jumps a little more gently! Your older son is jigging at his side, your second son leaping, and your little girl is on his hip all while Merry and his son dance next door and you watch with the baby in your arms!

✧ Encourages his children’s off-the-wall imaginations with all sorts of questions about their little worlds and creatures and of course taking on some of their roles when they need him for a game.

✧ Chaotic apple picking trips with the whole family, which comes to total you, Pippin, and all six of the kids running around like beheaded chickens between the trees and trying to show you the best apple! The oldest boys start tossing them back and forth like a ball, but they also help you bake pies by corralling the little ones and making the process fun for them. Pippin brings the baby in and holds him, teasingly pretending like he’s going to let his little hands steal your apple pieces.

✧ The father who learns every goofy magic trick to make the kids laugh. Always pulling something from behind their ears.

Bilbo

✧ Had you asked him only a handful of years prior, he would have said no children in the house, thank you, but here he is now having tea parties and making boats to float in the stream with your daughter.

✧ The most devoted dad, if a little overprotective. Always hovering behind her, hands raising over her curly little head the moment any possible danger could strike.

✧ Teaches his daughter all the proper tea etiquette after he buys her the perfect little set, fretting a bit when she spills but grinning so proudly as she pours him his little cuppa! They have tea parties all the time and Bilbo addresses all her dolls by name. She insists, after all.

✧ He also takes her on a lot of “adventures” that mostly consist of walking through the woods on the edges of the Shire and picnicking on bread and cold meat and cheese from your larder alongside the fruits they pick.

✧ Is very disconcerted when your daughter insists that not only is she going to visit the Lonely Mountain with her papa someday, she is also going to marry a dwarf. Guess she really enjoyed his stories!

✧ Your daughter knows how to do everything. Mend handkerchiefs? Definitely. Finally take that crack at the plumbing? She's right there with her father. Botany? But of course, for how else will they know what all the books they read are describing! Fighting? You both are teaching her that. Your daughter will never be afraid to take on anything with you two for her parents!

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[only4barnes]

what bucky thinks of each avenger

featuring: bucky barnes, featuring steve rodgers, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, thor odinson, clint barton, bruce banner, scott lang, tony stark, peter parker, natasha romanoff, james rhodes, vision

synopsis: small blurbs with each of the avengers. bucky’s opinion about each member and some small headcanons. written in 3rd person

warnings: none!

a/n: this is my first official mcu post on this account. if you come from TikTok, hi!! if you found me on tumblr, you should follow my TikTok (same username), I post the same things on there

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STEVE RODGERS:

A deep love and appreciation for him. Steve forces Bucky out the house for a brunch with some other Avengers. Bucky appreciates the effort. Thinks of Rodgers as very talkative and outgoing, and Bucky would listen to everything he has to Say. Loves Cap's rambles. Too much to say about this duo, and also no words to express how much they love each other. They would go to the ends of the earth for each other.

SAM WILSON:

Has disagreements sometimes, but is someone he can go to for a laugh. Even after a rough week, having a quick drink at the bar with Sam never disappoints in his eyes. Goes out for movies sometimes. Sam knows Bucky is a secret nerd so any new sci-fi or fantasy movie that releases Sam is quick to buy tickets for the two of them. Sam created a designated, secret escape plan for just the two of them if the compound was ever hijacked or compromised. Involves lots of grappling hooks and a surprising lack of Bucky's metal arm.

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

Bucky respects Wanda more than anything. Makes an unstoppable team during missions. Hangs out in the kitchen quietly during late nights. Bucky reads and Wanda bakes. He's her unofficial taste tester, and gives quiet feedback of the recipe as she continues. No words need to be spoken between them, but Wanda is someone reliable and predictable, something that Bucky appreciates in a person.

THOR ODINSON:

Someone he actually respects, despite Thor's silly and immature nature. Bucky respects his outspoken attitude that helps people get things done. Doesn't seek Thor out for conversation, but loves talking during the team dinner, at team BBQ cookouts, and while doing chores around the compound. Thor always sneaks Bucky an extra pop tart of his favorite flavor when he can tell he's going through a rough patch. Let Bucky attempt to pick up the hammer, and even though he couldn't lift it, Thor told him he's worthy in Thor's book. Tries to make Bucky laugh when he's sad, and it doesn't work but Bucky appreciates the sentiment.

CLINT BARTON:

Doesn't know much about him, but is jealous that he could settle down without any issues. Clint is both emotionally and mentally smart. When Clint gives advice or has ideas for missions, Bucky is quick to pay attention. When he can't turn to anyone else, he turns to Clint for support and forgiveness. Clint will keep Bucky’s secrets safe with him. He knows everyone’s secrets because everyone comes to him. Bucky also likes Laura and loves hanging out with the kids. Clint leaves the kids in Bucky's care when him and Laura go out for the night if he’s free.

BRUCE BANNER:

Bucky lets Bruce inspect his vibranium arm for practice. Surprisingly, Bucky agrees to let Bruce take it apart to study it as long as he put it back together. Both nerds, so they just gift each other books or book store gift cards. One time Bucky saw Bruce in a book club when he walked in and never walked back in. He was in that book club for 4 years, but not anymore. Bucky is not scared of many people, even Bruce, but Bucky knows that the Hulk could crush him in an instant so he doesn't go near him while he's angry. One time Bucky tried to read to Bruce when he was angry and he almost died.

SCOTT LANG:

Bucky thinks he's weird, a wild card in his book. He never knows what Scott will say next. It could be something super dumb, and very rarely will it be insightful and helpful to the mission. He's sort of a action man more than a words man. A man of many words and not many thoughts kind of thing. Bucky respects his powers, he thinks they're quite cool. He wishes he could just shrink and hide so no one could talk to him. Scott doesn't know what to give Bucky for his birthdays so he just gives him gum. Bucky now has a 'Scott Lang Gum Collection' in one drawer in his desk.

TONY STARK:

Always wants to apologize to Tony for assassinating his parents but can never find the words. Scared to apologize in person, so he writes letters but never sends them. Thinks Tony is pretentious and stuck up but has a little respect for him. Tony gave him a job, shelter, food, and a stable income so he appreciates that part of him. Doesn't understand how Pepper can deal with him sometimes. When Bucky is struggling, Stark puts in an extra bonus in his check. It's a small gesture, but it's Tony's way of saying he forgives him.

PETER PARKER:

Bucky thinks it's crazy a kid would willingly volunteer for something as dangerous as this. Thanks the universe Peter wasn't there to fight him when he was the winter soldier and that met him at a calmer time in his life. As far as the civil war goes, Peter is the only one on team Iron Man to actually interact with Bucky on a regular basis. Peter thinks he's the coolest guy, but comes in second after Iron Man. Peter loves his metal arm and always asks for stories about the winter soldier, which Bucky is hesitant to share. Bucky always gives Peter Birthday and Christmas presents because he never got that as a child and wants Peter to feel loved, respected, and welcome at the compound. Bucky regularly calls him 'champ' and ruffles his hair like a proud dad. At dinner, Peter makes an effort to sit in between Iron Man and Bucky.

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

He has the most respect for her. They've been in similar situations, and have an unspoken mutual platonic love for each other. If need be, they'd die to save the other. He was taught survival of the fittest, kill everyone else to save yourself, so without thinking, to save Nat, he would sacrifice himself. Nat is the only person who can touch his hair. She's good with styling, so he lets her put his hair into buns, braids, or ponytails for missions to keep the hair out of his face. Bucky frequently buys flowers for her but never says it's from him. Speaks Russian to each other when they don't want anyone to hear what they're saying. Most likely, making fun of Cap or Tony. Likes sparring together to see if they still have the power they did before when Bucky would sparr with her in the Red Room. If Nat ever had kids, she would leave her kids with Bucky because I think they would have similar parenting values and styles. Bucky would leave his kids with her if he could, but she gets nervous around them.

JAMES RHODES:

Doesn’t talk with him much, just small nods in the hallways, but would help each other with small tasks. They might do chores quietly together or make fun of Tony silently with small glances while he's being stupid. Rhodey gave Bucky a card for his birthday, no cash in it, and barely a long, sentimental note. Bucky appreciated it more than the other gifts that he was given and the half hearted 'Happy Birthday's from everyone else. He appreciates his bluntness and ability to say whatever he’s thinking. Rhodey always dares Bucky to eat almost inedible things like leaves or small fruit from bushes, which almost left Bucky in the infirmary.

VISION:

Someone he actively doesn't talk to. He's not scared of Vision, he just can't look at him without thinking that that was what HYDRA wanted to transform him into. A robot, a monster, a product of a crazy scientist. But vision wasn't that. Sure he might be 2/3 of that, but he was sane. He was calm, collected, and well respected. Bucky had never made an effort to talk to Vision, but wouldn't turn him away if Vision ever initiated conversation. He's the only person he didn't give a birthday gift because he didn't think he had any hobbies. I mean, what are you supposed to give a robot who does nothing all day?

[winterzxsoldierz]

War Child

Part one

Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Avengers x (Fem) Reader

Warnings: Blood, mention of deaths, other creepy hydra shit, bad language words (lol) and a lot more other warnings, so be prepared.

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton (Sometimes) Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner (Sometimes) Thor Odison, Loki Laufeyson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Arnim Zola,

Description: You're a hydra experiment or had been one since you were young, For years you lived within the cold walls of Siberia and when you finally get free, faces from the past and demons come out to haunt you Reader is an enchanted superhuman, she has the super soldier serum giving her, super speed, super strength, a healing factor, fast metabolism, endurance, strong lung capacity & etc, she also has both fire and ice magic. The time line in this will review the past and present. Reader can look anyway you want. Her soon love interest will be Bucky. Authors Note: Please know that none of these characters belong to me, they belong to marvel, Y/N is your character of choice. also your thoughts will be orange, Bucky's thoughts will be blue and the others will be purple

Avengers tower present 9:34 am Avengers pov

Gathered around table enjoying breakfast and conversation sits the avengers, everyone seems happy, Bucky and Loki bantering with one another about who can do bad better, Steve acting like a mom and Tony being the overgrown brat, Wanda, Natasha and Yelena talking quietly amongst each other in sokovian, then there's Peter, Pietro, Sam and Thor arguing about how many bad guys they can beat in a fight, like family they're fun and chaotic. Everything seemed to go quiet when the leather jacket wearing, eye patched man walks in with a file and flash drive, the atmosphere once relaxed and playful now tense and serious, as all eyes land on the director Nick Fury. "Hope i'm not souring the mood." he says his tone, dripping with his usual uncaring sarcasm. "Anyways." he continues, "We have a problem, a big one, a loose cannon hydra related one." He sets down the file on the middle of the table and Bucky is the first to grab it, the minute he opens it, the color from his face drains, there it was a whole section dedicated to you, a ghost is what you are, one he was made to train when he was The winter soldier, a deadly weapon is what you became, just like him, but unlike him, he was captured, but you, you were born and raised into a hell, and turned into something so deadly.

Steve looks at Bucky and raises a brow in concern and curiosity, Steve pauses debating whether he should say anything but he decides to anyway, "Hey Buck, you alright, you look a little pale." Bucky snaps out of his current thoughts and glances at Steve and the rest of the team and he swallows, a shaky sigh leaving his lips and he says "I know her, i knew her." Every member of the team gives each other looks before nodding and taking turns to look at the entire file and Sam speaks "So where do we start?"

Italy present

Your Pov I arrive back into my rented apartment, after getting some needed food and water, i knew my time here in Italy was running thin but there was something about this place i liked, i couldn't get comfortable though, it was only a matter of time before the devil came knocking. After heating up a simple tv dinner, i sit on the small couch in my living room watching the old school box television, it's on the news channel, the headlines read "Avengers strike once again saving over a hundred innocent civilians from a hostage situation with the terrorist group known as HYDRA." A sigh leaves me and i start eating as i change the channel to a cartoon, it wasn't one i've seen before, it was a blonde with really long hair and a pretty purple dress, now interested i continue to watch the movie and finish my dinner, soon i set my plate aside and just watch tv, i was enjoying the movie more than i'd like to admit. Berlin 1953 (Past & your nightmare) "Papa, i don't understand what you want me to do, you little voice trembles as you look up at the man in front of you, he stare you down and pats you head, his German accent thick as he speaks, "In time, you will learn to master the gift i have given you my child." a grin spreads on Zola's lips, to you it seemed innocent but only if you knew it was anything but innocent.

Your Pov (Present) I jolted awake in a slight sweat, my eyes dart around the room, weariness and confusion etched on my features, i thought i was back hom-there, but i'm in my living room, i'm in Italy, i swallow and wipe my forehead with the sleeve of my sweater and i stand up, my steps are silent on the wood floors as i walk into the kitchen, i fill me a glass of water and gulp it down as if i was a man stuck in the desert. my hands are shaky as i set the glass down and stare at the dark curtained covered windows. "He's gone, no longer here." i tell myself and i make my way to my bathroom, a shower was much needed to calm myself.

Berlin 1954 (Past & Bucky's nightmare) "Soldat! you're back with the stuff." Zola hums in approval and takes the metal case from the winter soldier, he snaps his fingers for the soldier to follow him and the soldier complies without question. Zola leads the soldier into the lab, for a moment the soldier tenses, he didn't think he had another procedure today but then his eyes falls onto you, a girl strapped down onto a table asleep, he blinks, he couldn't tell if it was worry, or surprise but he manages to school it like he was taught, the soldiers eyes follow Zola as he pulls out the bag of super serum, it was a cheap one, not to affective but it'll still work, just not like his, the soldier watches as Zola sticks it into an IV like bag and he watches as Zola stick the IV into you and slowly the serum makes it way to your skin and finally it slips into your blood stream making you jolt in pain and cry out.

Avengers tower (Present) Bucky's room Bucky's Pov His eyes snap open quickly and they dart around, checking for any signs of danger or anyone one at all, nothing it's all silent except for his racing heart and his own breathing, his brows are furrowed as he recalls the nightmare, that day, the day when Karpor made him bring that serum to Zola, that day where your life would change for ever and not for the good, a wave of guilt floods through Bucky as he thinks about that day, how he just watched, and stood there as that evil son of a bitch gave you that serum with no remorse as he hurt and changed you drastically. Bucky knew he had to find you, hell he knew you were lost and confused like he was and like he had steve, you'll have him.

Let me know what you think, i will definitely be making different parts to this story, i'm pausing my other story to work on this one since i had this longer and like this better. Part two is being worked on so stay tuned.

Tag list: @sapphirebarnes i know you wanted to be tagged in my other post but i'm keeping that on hold right now, so i hope you like this one just as much.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello again and thank you so much for including my idea in one of your previous posts!

I have an angluffy (angsty+fluffy) scenario in my head that’s been sitting there for a while. Disclaimer: it is quite specific, so I totally understand if you don’t feel like writing for it or want to modify this. Also, I would love to read about all the spouses (Vanilla, Expanded and Ridgeside), but this is a lot of people so if this scenario picks your interest feel free to modify the list or publish it in parts.

The idea goes like this:

There was an invasion on Stardew Valley. The Gotoro Empire attacked without giving anyone as much as a chance to escape. All seemed lost, and it would have been, if not for the bravery and quick thinking of the Farmer. They rushed to the hudge battle robot that empire troops were using in the attack and placed a bomb underneath it. The village was saved, but sadly, Farmer didn't run fast enough to escape from explosion. All that was left of them was an arm, separated from the rest of the body. Or so everyone thought.

The numb, limp body was found by Krobus, who managed to save Farmer’s life, but at a cost. Village’s hero had spent year in a coma, got their arm replaced with a iridium prosthetic one (courtesy of the Dwarf) and, patched up with shadow magic, are no longer fully human. [my ida of it: one eye is black, skin is paler, and parts of flesh are replaced with shadowy smoke, but make up whatever visuals suit your vision]. Changed, confused and weakened by a year of sleep, the first thing Farmer does is going to their partner [any level of romantic relationship; spouse, boyfriend/girlfriend, or - my personal favourite - they were about to give Farmer the mermaid pendant just before the invasion started]. How would that meeting go?

Daaaaamn, that's some dark headcanon right here.... Sure thing! ✨✨✨

Hope you don't mind if I write in this ask about the vanilla and SVE spouses. Also this headcanon turned out more angst than fluff, so I hope you don't mind that either. Thank you for the ask, and have a good day! 💖

Warning: angst

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Stardew Valley:

Harvey

Another nightmare that Harvey woke up in a cold sweat. He was breathing hard, trying to calm down and pull himself together, to chase away the bad thoughts. No sedatives or sleeping pills helped him, the same nightmare.... Where his smiling spouse turns to face him and dark flames overwhelm them as Harvey stands there, unable to do anything. The doctor was about to go to sleep again (trying, at least), but he heard the doorbell of his clinic. Who had come to see him at this late hour.... Usually the only person who visited his clinic in the middle of the night was-

"Harvey, it's me..." He collapsed senseless on the doorstep.

Sam:

Sam has never heard his mom scream like that. No, not the kind of scream where a disgruntled Jodi was once again trying to get through to her son, sitting in his headphones, who had promised to clean the house. The soul-crushing, ear-splitting scream he usually heard in horror movies. The guitarist instantly rushed into the living room, where his mother was in, ready to protect her from whoever caused her screaming. And there she was, pale with terror, standing motionless while Vincent stood behind her, crying and trembling. Both looked toward the front door, where stood a strang-

"Sam, is that you?"

Farmer. It was Farmer.... The one everyone thought was a dead hero was standing right here in Sam's house. He was speechless. It can't be...

Elliott

Elliott hardly ever left his little cabin. In the past, the writer could often be found in the Saloon, draining a glass of wine in company. Now he is but a shadow of his past self, ever since Farmer... died defending the Stardew Valley from enemy invasion. No desire to write anything, no desire to do anything, or even to leave the house, just... nothing. When Elliott found out what had happened to them, part of him died that day. It went on like that for six months until the residents stepped in, trying to help him. And the writer seemed to be doing better, but for the last month, as the date drew closer to the day Elliott lost Farmer a year ago, he was getting worse and worse.

Opening the door one rainy day, he thought that once again the residents had come to him almost by force to drag him into town, but what was the point-

"Honey, it's me..."

Elliott stared in mute shock at Farmer standing before him. When he realized that it's not a ghost or a hallucination, he fell to his knees, kissed their hands and sobbed, praising Yoba for his beloved's return.

Shane

First came shock. Shane couldn't believe what was happening, it couldn't be.... Farmer stood before them, alive and well, except for the fact that they had a bandage over their left eye and no right hand at all, it had been replaced with.... Metal? A device? Shane didn't know. He slowly touched their shoulder, looked into their face, heard their voice.

"It's... It's you. You're alive, alive... Where... Where have you been?!" Then came anger and pain. Farmer is alive... And they didn't deign to tell him?! It was later that they could explain to Shane that they were in a coma, but for now the chicken man choked on his own tears and shouted at them.

Sebastian

"Sebastian, it's me. It's okay, I'm alive, I'm okay..." Farmer could feel their lover hugging them tightly with a dead grip, shaking nonstop. He wouldn't let them go, afraid that if he let go of his lover again, he would lose them already forever. Like when he blamed himself for not being more assertive in his argument with Farmer that they should all hide in the basement of his house. That fateful day for the Valley, when he'd let go of their hand and watched them run toward the seashore, to defend his native valley from a robot sent by Gotoro. How heartbroken he was to learn that after the robot exploded, all that was left of Farmer was one severed arm...

"Sebastian..." He was shaking, and his eyes became wet with tears. He didn't let go of their embrace for a long time yet...

Alex

Alex's first meeting with Farmer after a year of separation, pain and trying to move on, ended with the athlete punching his lover in the face, right in their healthy eye, untouched by dark magic unlike the other one. He didn't mean to do it, but he was so badly frightened and confused by Farmer's appearance, who had been presumed dead, triggered his hit-or-run reflex. Thankfully Alex didn't punch them hard, though still weakened from the year-long coma Farmer fell to the floor. Alex looked at them with horror, realized what he had just done, and apologies spilled out of his mouth with sobs. The farmers quickly came to their senses and tried to calm their lover down. But Alex hugged them tightly and cried harder.

They are alive... And the first thing he did was to hit them....

Abigail

Everyone told Abigail it was time for her to stop chasing the illusion. Stop trying to do her own investigation of the place where Farmer was last seen. To stop arguing in raised tones with her father, trying to prove that they hadn't found Farmer's body, which meant there was no proof they were dead. She cried in her mother's arms, who comforted her daughter but tried to gently tell her that it was time for her to move on. But Abigail continued to believe.

And she was right, when Farmer with their face slightly disfigured from dark magic stood before her, she ran up to them and hugged them tightly, sobbing, she was right!

Leah

"Stay away from me!" Leah shouted, her hands that held the sculpted hammer as her only means of self-defense treacherously trembling. The ginger young woman took two steps back, keeping her gaze on.... Farmer? Was that really.... her beloved Farmer? Many features exactly the same as her deceased lover's, but their right eye... A huge hole from which a black as tar liquid dripped, running down their cheek. Their left hand, made of a metal that was unfamiliar to her.

Leah continued to stand there trembling, not knowing where or who to run to for help.

Emily

Strange, but Emily has had practically the same dream.... How she is running after a red bird that leads her closer and closer to the forest, and just as the blue-haired woman reaches the edge, she sees someone who remotely reminds her of... Farmer, the stranger turns around.... and Emily wakes up. She can't figure out what it means. Her dreamers interpret various things: that the spirit of her dead lover is trying to warn her, or that their "coming" is a sign of good news. And that edge of the forest looks all too familiar.... On one such night, she decided to walk towards the forest from memory, and noticed near the sewer someone coming out... A small dark figure that hid in the thicket having spotted her from afar and...

*sob* "It''s a sign... I knew you were alive."

Farmer, barely standing on their feet and weak, looked in surprise at Emily, who ran towards them, hugging them and knocking them down accidentally. Her dream was prophetic, she had found them, Farmer was alive...

Penny

As soon as Penny stepped out of the farmhouse to meet the guest who was banging so loudly on the door, she stood in a stupor for half a minute, trying to realise who or... what stood before her. A stranger whose body parts were completely non-human, but whose facial features were... "Penny... Is that really you?" And... that voice. The voice of the person she'd been mourning for a year now. The voice that had sworn their love to her as they both stood under the wedding archway and held hands. The voice that had made she realise...

Penny let out a heartbreaking scream, and fell to the ground, senseless, only to hear the voice of her frightened spouse call out her name before her vision went dark.

Maru

Maru refused to believe that her lover had died. Yes, she and the others had seen that huge crater where Farmer had last been at that moment. Yes, she had seen with her own eyes their bloody body part, which was lying far away from the crater, thrown away by the blast wave. But their body (it hurt Maru terribly to even imagine Farmer like that) had not been found, which meant that it was impossible to say that they had died. The young inventor continued her search, scouring the valley, trying to find a clue or a logical explanation. Her family and friends thought that Maru's grief had simply caused her to deny reality and cling to this idea, thus trying to cope with the loss of her lover. But...

"I found them!" *sob* "I- I found them!"

...seeing her, with tears on her cheeks, holding Farmer's metal hand, who stood and were very much alive, realized that the young inventor had been right all along.

Haley

Honestly, Farmer knew their lover's reaction would be very strong. After all, Haley (and everyone else in the Valley) thought they were dead (they themself thought they were dead). Until they woke up without their right eye and arm. What Farmer didn't expect was that when he walked into Haley and Emily's house, half the dishes would fly at them. Poor Haley, who was alone at that moment, thought she was being haunted by ghost and was so frightened that she threw plates, forks, bottle and other kitchen stuff, then fell to her knees. Farmer cautiously approached her and touched her hands gently, showing that they were not a ghost, but a living person.

"Where have you been..." No one was to blame for what had happened (except Gotoro), but Farmer felt a prick of conscience when they heard how broken and weak Haley's voice was.

Stardew Valley Expanded:

Magnus Rasmodius

"Magnus-" Farmer didn't even have time to utter their lover's name before they felt that they had lost the power of speech and their body stopped obeying. They stood as dumbfounded, unable to move as the old wizard approached them with slow steps, his left hand making gestures unknown to them, while his right hand was enveloped in flames, ready to sizzle the threat at any moment. The harsh look of Magnus' violet eyes pierced through, but there was nothing Farmer could do. After standing under Rasmodius' gaze for a long and agonizing minute, Farmer felt the invisible ropes finally loosen, allowing them to move again.

"It's really you... You're alive..." Tears streamed down Magnus' wrinkled cheeks.

Victor

Victor's inner voice shouted that he should run. Run without looking back, away from the creature standing right in front of him. From this unknown monster who, either to torture him for their own amusement or to blunt his instinct for self-preservation, had taken the form of his dead lover of a year ago. The one he was about to declare his love to with a mermaid pendant. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Victor must run, run as fast as he could, call for help, run run-

His heart shouted that it was them.

Victor ran towards the Farmer, hugging them tightly. And he couldn't hold his crying when they hugged him back.

Lance

"Name." Striking a fighting stance, Lance bared his spear, ready to defend himself against the possible threat that the mages of the Gotoro Empire had sent him. Their enemies went to the most desperate and despicable lengths, even stooping so low as to use necromancy. "Your name." Reviving fallen adventurers with dark magic that disfigured their bodies, but the overflowing happiness of the fallen man's friends didn't notice until it was too late. He keeps his guard up, keeping Farmer away and demanding answers, buying time until backup arrives

*sob* "I'm... I'm [name]. L- Lance..."

The adventurer's heart clenches when he heard a familiar voice... He need to stay focused.

Sophia

After Sophia's lover fell to the death of the brave, for the sake of protecting her and the entire Valley, she hardly ever left the house, only filled bottles coming out of her vineyard. Recently has she been able to move on after the death of her parents, as she has once again lost the people she holds dear. Gus and Scarlett visited their friend, trying to comfort her, but the pink-haired girl withdrew into herself, unwilling to talk to anyone. One such day, the same day that exactly one year ago Farmer died, someone knocked very insistently on the door of her house, and Sophia, overwhelmed with grief and anger, opened the door and wanted to shout to be left alo-

"Sophia..."

She immediately fell silent, staring in horror at the features of a face so familiar to her. And screamed, running back into the house and huddled in a corner, unable to stop sobbing as Farmer tried to soothe her in every way they could.

Olivia:

Farmer had no sooner said anything to Olivia upon their meeting after a year of separation, than they immediately had to catch the poor woman fainting from shock. And what did they expect - absolutely everyone in the valley believed that their dear friend and Olivia's failed spouse was presumed dead, only a severed arm could be found at the scene of action, which was buried. The former Joja accountant mourned her spouse again, and now they were coming into her house, with a bandage that covered their eye, with a hand that was as cold as ice to the touch, but... alive.

"How did you- What happened... We thought- I thought you were...." Olivia finally woke up and enclosed Farmer in her arms, choking on her own tears and sobs.

Claire

If it wasn't for the lack of job opportunities, Claire would have quit her current job a long time ago and never come to Stardew Valley again. This place has become like home to her, the residents are very friendly, and supportive of Claire as a member of the community. But it's too hard for her to return to this town, to walk past the monument in honour of her deceased lover every time, to look at the place where Farmer was last seen alive.... It's all very hard for her. Returning late from work to the bus stop, she promises herself she'll quit tomorrow.... and feels someone take her hand, calling her name gently.

Claire jumped, as she knew that voice well. The girl looked closely at the stranger's face in the near pitch darkness and wailed in a way that made half the town jump from such a heartbreaking scream.

Scarlett

"AAAAAAA!" As if poor Scarlett could be understood: considering that Farmer had been presumed dead for a year, the girl certainly hadn't expected to see their ghost. At least that's what she thought they were, scared out of her wits and threw the first thing she could get her hands on (some iron tools) at them, causing the Farmer to get an iron kick in the leg, yelp and a bit of indignation. Scarlett realised it wasn't a ghost after all, and upon realising this she was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. Is that the Farmer?! Yoba, her lover is alive! But... what with their eye? What happened?! And why didn't they contact her sooner?

Scarlett will get her answers (some of which will raise more questions), but... she's just incredibly happy that Farmer is alive and, well, relatively okay.

[emobirthdaycake]

Continuing my MiloDarlin' shenanigans, since (as far as I know) we don't really know where "the jacket TM" came from, Milo bought it for them.

It was right around when Darlin' first met Quinn and started pulling away from the pack. It was during the late fall, just before winter really started to pick up.

They loved it, it was simple but comfortable. Quinn hated it (because it was a symbol of their connection to the pack, their family), which made Darlin' wear it even more because pissing off Quinn was one of their favorite pass times.

Milo didn't think much of it when he bought the jacket. He knew they needed a new one because they wore things til they were shreds (trauma response from financial insecurity growing up), and saw one he'd thought they'd like.

He didn't see them as much, not that they hung out often, once they started hanging around Quinn more so Milo never realized just HOW MUCH they wear that jacket. It's a statement piece of almost every outfit they wear.

It wasn't until they were in a group (David, Asher, Milo, Darlin', + others if you see fit) hang out that Milo realized it. Not just from how worn and loved the jacket itself looked, but about how Darlin' would joke about how much Quinn and the others HATE this "ratty old jacket".

Sam never knew either. He knew it was a sentimental piece of fabric that had seen about as much bloodshed as a world war, but Darlin' never explained where or when they got it.

It wasn't until one Shaw Pack Winter Trip TM where Sam (and most of the others, let's be honest) realized it was from Milo.

The jacket, now probably close to a decade old, was adorned in patches. It was a joke within the group to give Darlin' patches of all flavours to put on their jacket. Milo had followed this pattern this year by giving them a patch, but also something else.

You know those cheap screen printed shirts that say something dumb like two seater or worlds sluttiest dad? Something you can pick up at Spencers or get made online super cheap? Well...

Milo had gotten Darlin' one of those shirts. He's gotten everyone one, they were doing that trend where everyone surprises each other with a dumb shirt, but Darlin's was different.

Where everyone else had ones like "ask me about my wolf" with the picture of the wolf on the inside or something stupid but oddly fitting for each person, Darlin's said, "Milo Greer bought me this jacket at (insert EXACT time and place he bought the jacket), and I've worn it since".

It took everyone else a minute to read and process the shirt, but it made Darlin' let out a loud, heartfelt laugh. Because they really HAD worn that jacket almost every day, rain or shine, hot or cold, since he bought it.

Idk where I was going with this but I love them and whether you ship them or see them as close friends/practically siblings, I think they deserve more sweet moments together because THEYRE BEST FRIENDS IDC IDC

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

MASTERLIST PART 2:

FIRST MASTERLIST: 26 Imagines

These are the stories not on that link:

Request: Request: you know the episode 4.19 where Sam and Dean get a call from their supposed half brother and their rightfully suspicious and it ends up being a hunt for them? What about instead of Sam getting tied down and bled it’s their baby sister? She’s small and young and definitely shouldn’t be losing this much blood, she can’t even lift herself up after Sam and Dean manage to free her. Pls and thank you!

Request: If you want can you write one about shapeshifters confusing the sister? She doesn't know who is real and breaks down not knowing who she should trust and who to kill?

Request: John is being an abusive jerk as always, but can you set this in season 1 idk make up your own scenario but I imagine them being season 1.

Imagine: Dean teaches his sister how to drive for the first time

Request: Sam and Dean’s sister has a complete mental breakdown from being depressed that everyone is dead and the anxiety that she is going to lose her brothers as well, but she’s also afraid that she’s losing herself because of how bad mentally she is.

request: Sam and Deans sister is really squeamish with her own injuries. I am talking like gagging throwing up so grossed out, that’s how much it affects her. Her brothers are aware of her huge fear and understand what they have to do when she gets injured. They have been through this many times with her before and are extremely familiar with her panic. Even with all of her injuries, it never gets better for her and she freaks out every single time her brothers have to patch her up.

request: Can you do one that the sister keeps going out without warning them, like in the middle of the night, and they get suspicious of her dating or hunting alone, and they go after her but turns out she is just having some alone time?

I have a request: Can you do a story where the reader, along with Sam and Dean, are captured by demons and sexually assaulted in front of her brothers?

Request: id luv if u could make one of car crash with the Impala and she gets pretty bad if she survives or nah it's up to u thanx

[kissingkiszka]

Choosing The Road - GVF x Reader

Words:1.8k+

Summary: Reader goes on a roadtrip with her lifelong best friends, and they are all after her heart.

CW: MDNI, 18+, fluff, drinking, cursing, can be viewed as both platonic &/or romantic, flirting i guess?, traveling idrk! Love triangle but all 4 of the boys are after reader (love pentagon?) not proofread

This is a bit of a short one I wasn’t actually going to post but here we are! I wrote this one on the way to my Starcatcher show :)

I may do a part 2 to this where reader ends up with one of them so lmk if you’d like to see that and who she’d end up with!

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It was your second day on the road, and it was anything but boring, especially being with the guys. They had been your best friends for years now and a roadtrip with them was something you had always wanted to do, and now was the chance.

Everyone had pitched in a little bit to cover the cost of a rental RV, and everyone took turns driving, except you. You were more than happy to, however the boys wanted you to sit back and enjoy the ride. Sam even decided to bring Rosie with him, which led to even more fun.

Even though you had just gotten on the road yesterday, there were already countless trips to truck stops that had been made. It was always the same routine, too. Sam would get out to stretch his legs, play with Rosie, and photograph the surrounding area. Josh would hop out, take a short walk in the surrounding patches of grass and pick up any flowers, rocks, or sticks he had found nearby. He was really good at journaling and the pieces of nature he had found made for excellent journaling supplies. Danny always made a trip to the bathroom and made sure everyone had their snacks and enough water to last them to the next truck stop. Jake had recently taken up the hobby of writing poetry, so he would sit outside and take in as much scenery as possible to later write about. And for you, well you would join each of them in their respective activities depending on your mood.

“Let the good times roll!” Sam announced, putting the camper in reverse. He had just taken over for Jake as driver.

“Who wants to listen to some blues?” Jake asked, taking out his phone.

“You. Only you do, Jake.” Josh spat.

Jake plopped himself down in between you and Danny. Without a word, Danny handed him a water bottle and a small bag of crackers.

“Thanks bud.” Jake said, opening the bag.

Danny was definitely the mom friend, which made you laugh. The Kiszka boys always had a somewhat childish side. Although they were some of the most responsible and respectful men you knew, they always brought out your inner child, which was one of the reasons you were such great friends with them.

“This road trip is so fun. I can’t wait to make some more lifelong memories with my lifelong friends.” Danny smiled, picking his head up from the book he had been reading.

“I can’t wait to see where the road will take us. Bajabule!” Josh cheered, taking a beer can out of the mini fridge in the corner. “So many good vibes around us.”

This trip was so spontaneous, you didn’t even have a planned destination. You guys just wanted to drive around the country until you felt like going back to Nashville.

“Jake, could you hand me my water, please?” You ask sweetly.

“Of course, love.” He smiles before turning around to get your pink metal water bottle. Before he could grab it, Danny scoops it up and delivers it to you.

“Here you are, m'lady.” Danny says as you graciously accept the water.

“I was going to get it for her-” Jake begins.

“You snooze, you lose, buddy.” Danny lovingly pats him on the shoulder.

The various sights you had seen eventually turned into mountain tops that looked identical to one another.

After a few hours of driving straight, Sam finally pulled into a parking lot. You lifted your head out of a book you were reading to take in the new location.

“A truck stop? Another one?” Josh stands up with his hands on his hips.

“I have to pee!” Sam argued. “Plus, I don’t want Rosie pooping on the floor, or we might have to pay extra for that.”

“Good call.” Jake nodded, standing up.

“I need to stretch my legs anyways.” Danny added, walking towards the door.

Sam got Rosie on her leash and then made his way out of the RV, and everyone followed after him.

“You want any snacks?” Josh leaned in, asking you.

“Me? Uh, maybe a coffee would do me some good.” You smile.

“You got it.” He reciprocated the warm smile and went inside to get snacks.

You followed him at a distance, going to quickly use the restroom.

After you used the restroom, you wandered around the truckstop for a bit. You walked over to a huge map on the wall, examining it carefully.

You quickly grabbed a pamphlet that read ‘Arkansas’ across the top in big blue lettering. You were planning on making a scrapbook of the road trip and figured you would be collecting any sorts of materials for it.

Even though you had been on the road for the past day, and you had no idea where you were, it was good to find out that you had at least made it out of Tennessee.

“Arkansas? Huh.” Danny came up behind you and rested a firm hand on your shoulder.

You jump back, startled. You let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I was worried we’d still be in Tennessee.”

“Don’t worry about that, Y/N.” Danny laughed. “I think we’re coming pretty close to Oklahoma by now. Maybe if Josh could drive better, we’d be there by now.”

You nodded with a giggle.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a quick snack. You want anything?”

“No thanks, Josh is already getting me something.” You smiled. “I’m gonna get some fresh air for a bit.”

You left the truck stop, heading over to the RV. Sam was now outside with Rose. You headed over to them, bending down and greeting Rose with a few pets.

“She loves you.” Sam smiled as he watched you play with his beloved pet. “But who doesn’t? You're easy to love.”

“I could say the same for you, Sam.” You look up at him and go to stand.

“Yeah, right.” He chuckles, giving Rose a treat.

“You are.”

“Really?” He asks, his eyes going wide.

“Duh. You’re my best friend. Everybody loves you.”

“Awh.” He sighs and smiles to himself. You even catch a glimpse of him blushing, but he turns away before you can point it out.

You turn around, making your way back to the camper and notice Jake stepping inside.

When you get inside, you notice Jake sitting down on one side of the couch. He pats the spot next to him, signaling for you to join him on the couch.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“Hey.” You reply, sitting down.

He has his leather bound journal placed open in his lap. You take notice of the many words accompanying the pages.

He notices you looking at the pages as he looks down. “I've been busy.”

“Looks like it.” You nod. “What are you writing?”

“I’ve been working on some stuff. Some concepts for a new album. Some poetry. Y’know.” He admits.

“I see you’ve gotten a lot done?”

He laughs and glances down at the journal once more. “You can say that.”

You lean in a bit closer, getting more interested in hearing his ideas. “Does sight seeing give you inspiration? Is that why you’re always writing stuff down?”

“Well, I actually get a lot of my inspiration from you. Believe it or not.” He gives you a sweet smile.

“Jake,” you grin. “That’s so nice. Can I-”

“I don’t want you to see it yet. Only when it’s perfect.” He softly closes his journal and moves it to the side. “I only want you to see my top notch work.”

“Jake, I think all your work is top notch.”

“Thank you, Darl-”

As he finishes his sentence, Josh comes sauntering back into the vehicle.

“Your coffee, madam.” He dramatically puts his hand out, you take the coffee from him. “And I also threw in a bag of chips for you.”

“Thank you, Joshy.” You accept the snacks with a cheeky smile.

“No need to thank me,” He sits himself down on the couch across from you and Jake. “Especially over a small bag of chips and a coffee. I’d do anything for you.”

You giggle before Danny and Sam come piling back onto the RV, with Rose following closely behind on her leash.

“Alright, so who’s driving now?” Sam claps his hands together.

“I’ll drive.” Danny stands up. “Haven’t driven for a bit now.”

“I know there's a rest stop in about…50 miles.” Jake told him.

“Maybe we stop there for the night? Get some rest?” You inquired.

“Yes ma’am.” Danny nodded, sitting down behind the wheel.

“Getting rest at the rest stop!” Josh chimed in.

…

That night, the RV was parked at a rest stop next to a huge pond. It was off the highway and very peaceful. The RV bunks were anything but comfortable. You had been tossing and turning, not able to get any sleep. You thought for a minute before deciding on reading your book. That always helped you fall asleep easier. As you walk into the sitting area to retrieve your book, you see Josh’s silhouette on one of the couches.

“Josh?” You ask in a whisper, blinking back your lack of sleep.

“Oh!” he jumped back, startled. “What’re you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. How ‘bout you?”

“That makes two of us.”

“Have you seen my book?” You ask, squinting in the darkness trying to find it.

He shakes his head. “Can’t say I have.”

“Dammit.” You sigh under your breath.

“Why so sad? Come join me outside.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Just feel like it. A night underneath the stars…?” He says unsurely.

You oblige and follow him outside.

He finds a nearby picnic table and lays down on top of it, looking up at the night sky.

“Lay with me.”

“Lay with you?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” He pats the spot next to you.

You lay next to him and stare at the sky as well. It’s silent for a few moments, as both of you are just admiring the sky and wondering what to talk about.

“So many stars out tonight. They’re all so bright too.”

“You’re the brightest star, though.”

“Says you.” You chuckle, your cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “You’re literally the brightest star out there.”

“So I’m the sun?” He asks.

“The sun is still a star.” You nod matter of factly.

“You know what? if you asked me to, I would go up there, and catch all the stars…I’d bring them back down for you.” He admits, laying his hands against his chest.

“That’d be one big feat.”

He chuckles. “For you, it’d be nothing.”

“Thanks Josh…”

“You know, I’d do anything for you. I’m sure all of us would. We love you so much.” He sits there for a minute before sitting up with wide eyes. “Oh my god. That’d make for a good album name.” He smiles to himself before looking over at you, who’s long asleep by now.

[wincestwhispers]

You said in the tags of the post where Dean compares Sam to John that you have a lot more to say about it. Could you elaborate? I (as I said) interpreted that scene very differently, and I’m curious about your reading.

Responding here but this is also to the post you made before you sent the ask: It’s not about Dean understanding Sam better than he knows himself overall (or moral superiority.. don’t know where that came from), it’s about his unique position/ perspective in their family allowing him to notice traits Sam had that reflected John, traits which Sam rejected. I haven’t answered your ask until now because quite honestly, I wasn’t sure how to adequately explain an element of the show that is so important, and prevalent, in the early seasons. That said, I will do my best.

When recognizing similarities or parallels with Sam and John, I think it’s important to remember what we know of John before he was consumed by grief and revenge. He was very capable and intelligent, yes, but he was also gentle and kind-hearted. He approached things logically but with consideration for other people. He was the selfless hero Dean always claimed him to be. Now of course, Mary died and that changed John when Dean was very young, but it didn’t happen immediately, and Dean had memories before the fire as well. Dean got to know a loving and softer John, even if that side was slowly drowned out by his quest for revenge.

There’s also the aspect of Dean taking on a caretaker role from a young age and that, among other things, thoroughly disrupting any normal father/son dynamic between Dean and John. Someone had to “take the place of Mary” for lack of better words, and Dean did exactly that. Even outside of caring for Sammy, Dean was the only one there to comfort his Dad when his grief got to him, or to help patch him up when he was injured, etc etc. This all altered Dean’s view of John, yes he worshipped him as his hero and father but more than that; he understood John, knew the parts of him he kept deeply buried and remembered the pain that led to who he is now.

So take all of that, and imagine Dean’s perspective when he watches Sam grow up to have many of those traits. All the ones Sam never really got to know because he was too young. And of course their tempers, the butting heads; arguing different sides but going about it in similar ways. Both so stubborn and sure of themselves. This one isn’t a direct similarity so much as one Dean would see— They both “run away” from him/their family. John with hunting/revenge and Sam with chasing a normal life. Obviously Sam wasn’t wrong for this, but a young Dean definitely made the connection between them both leaving him often.

As for the early seasons/post Stanford, we get little moment like how they argue. In the heat of the moment, they (Sam and John) can both get quite arrogant and usually stick to the facts until they’re pissed enough to start yelling. When Sam is under pressure or threat he instinctively takes control of the situation. Sam also liked to come up with plans that involved handling everything himself without including others (Dean) on what he was doing. John did the same. They trusted themselves to take care of it and equally wanted to keep their loved ones safe by keeping them in the dark (Sam gets better about this than John ever does lol.)

Then there’s mystery spot! Oh my beloved mystery spot. Such a great example of how Sam would go off the rails (and a taste of how he will in s4) if he lost Dean, and not at all dissimilar to how John was. Single-minded focus on finding and defeating the Trickster and saving Dean, leaving little room for emotions or the people involved. For the sake of this already being long as hell, fast forward to s4 and Dean comes back from Hell to find Sam on a revenge hunt (there’s even a shot of the trunk of the impala while Sam was hunting that parallels John’s) cut off from everyone and talking to demons. And this is after watching his Dad lose himself throughout his childhood much the same way. The rest of s4 has many moments of Sam being blinded by revenge, stubborn, egotistical, etc. In the episode my original post was about, this all came to a very clear head when Sam wanted to train Adam as a hunter. He had the same mentality about it as John and after all his resentment towards hunting, that really stood out to Dean (hence him finally saying something about it at the end of the episode).

There’s so much more, and that’s why I struggled to answer in the first place. I don’t know where to begin or end, the parallels/similarities are present in the entire series (esp the early seasons), how do you summarize that in one post?

[burntsora-deactivated20203]

dannymay 2025 again ! prompt 4 this time to make up for missed days

DAY 4 -- Prompt: Eyes

author: burntsora

length: 548 words

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65390353

only registered users can read it on ao3

For the first week after the accident, Danny had bandages over his eyes. He had bandages everywhere, of course. He had just experienced an explosion. The doctors were worried about damage to his retinas from the blast.

His eyes worked afterwards, thankfully. He kept the bandages on.

His parents didn’t notice much, considering how they were obsessed with the portal turning on. Jazz showed some concern, though. She pressed Danny to take them off; that he’d feel better once they’re off.

She stopped pushing once he showed her.

After a few weeks, he was forced to take the bandages. Jazz said it smelled funky under there.

So he wore an eye patch.

Nothing too fancy, and it was annoying to hear all the pirate comments at school, but it was better that leaving it out in the open. His depth perception was a bit screwed too, which meant Tetslaff gave him more work to do to make up for any mistakes he made, but it hid his left eye and that’s all that mattered to him.

All good things come to an end, though. His eyepatch was burned when one of his parents’ equipment accidentally hit it. He got a replacement, but it suffered the same fate, as did the one after.

So he covered it with his hair.

Again, more comments about the new “emo” look, but he could bear with it. He could see through it too, which was better than the eyepatch or the bandages, but it moved often. Star caught a glimpse of his eye once and word quickly spread, and people either walked up to him and asked to see it or avoided him entirely.

Sam and Tuck usually took care of anyone bothering him, but they couldn’t make the entire school forget about it. Sam tried to talk him into owning the look, and that it really wasn’t that bad. Tuck just didn’t talk about it and comforted him quietly when he had to deal with something related to it.

Danny didn’t like talking about it. He didn’t like looking at it either.

Covering it with his hair was a good solution, but it clumped up when it was wet. Like right now, when Danny was standing in front of the bathroom mirror after a shower, staring at his eye.

He could still see out of it, but the explosion messed it up visually. The iris got disfigured and is shaped oddly. The blue of his eyes has a green tint to on the left side. His pupil is slightly misshapen, which is much worse to see when it contracts or dilates. It made him sick to look at. To know that’s what he was going to look like from now on.

When he shifts to Phantom, it worsens so, so much. His left eye is a solid, radioactive green, and if he looked closely when he blinked, he could see fragments swirling inside.

The first time he saw it, he threw up.

He still gets the feeling to do so.

And so, Danny covers his eyes whenever he can. First with bandages, then a patch and then hair, because everyone else—Sam, Tuck, Jazz—thinks he has the eyes of a friend.

Danny thinks he has the eyes of a monster.

[serenadeonacanoe]

Honestly, I'd piss him off on purpose. Chapter 7:

Pairing: Namjoon x Original Female Character

Genre/Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, too tired to beta

Tags: Artist!Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae are the best flatmates, Enemies to Lovers I guess… more like brats to making out in the storage unit, OFC is an idiot.

More chapters on AO3

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We stuck to my original marketing plan. Soon, everyone in town knew about Namjoon. Maybe not everyone cared, but at least they had heard of him. The cover of the little booklet that went out featured one of his most recognizable works. It might not have been his best, but the neon pink specks really popped, and it looked great on paper. Over that, in big bold black letters, just “K N J.” Ooooh, mysterious. Well, not really, but hopefully mysterious enough to get people to open it and give it a read. When the booklets arrived, I spent two full days stuffing them into envelopes, sticking on address labels, and then fighting with UPS on the phone to actually come pick them up. In short: I had been very busy. And thankful for that, because even when Namjoon was at the gallery, I had a solid reason not to even look up when he was around, pretending I was so buried in my work that I hadn’t noticed him.

But of course, I had noticed him. How could I not? Turns out, knowing what his lips felt like on mine didn’t exactly make him any less enticing. As soon as I saw that mop of pink hair walk through the gallery doors, I had flashbacks to passionate kisses in the dark. And then - perhaps because the task at hand was so boring and repetitive - my head started spinning new memories, false ones. As if there were different versions of it. They all had one thing in common: the light had never been switched back on, and in the dark, we continued what we had started. Every single time, I tried to stir my thoughts in another direction, but it wasn’t easy. Imaginary Kim Namjoon really knew what he was doing. “Are you okay? You seem… feverish.” Sam asked me when she turned around after answering a call. “You mean sweaty?” I responded. “No, more like… flushed…” Fuck.

I was upset that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, but of course, that only pushed me further into a spiral of thoughts about him. By the end of the day, I was about ready to push him to the floor and hump him. Desperate. Pathetic. At least I told myself that to make it less appealing. Why? Why couldn’t I just… It had worked yesterday. And the day before. But one glance up, seeing him patching up one of his works that had been damaged in transport - his arms raised above his head, shirt riding up, showing off his muscular back - made my mouth go dry.

I had to do something about this. I had to walk it off. Maybe that would work. So, I got up and, without thinking, ended up in front of that doomed storage room. But when I looked up, there he was. Namjoon, only a few steps away. For the first time, we looked at each other. His face wasn’t angry, but tense. Neither of us said anything, we just looked. Time ticked away, five seconds, six seconds… and then, a silent understanding passed between us. We both started to move… into the room. The door slammed shut behind us, and it was dark again. Namjoon stood behind me, and even though he was still too far away to feel his warmth against my back, I could sense his presence. My hand shook slightly as I reached up to turn on a desk light, then turned around. Here we were. It was too late now. Neither of us needed to be here, but we were. No more hiding. Everything in me was tingling.

For a while, he just looked at me, eventually letting his gaze roam over my body. I wasn’t wearing anything special, but it made me feel good. It wasn’t as threatening as when other men did it in the open. It felt more like he was waiting for it to be okay. And I was willing to give, slowly leaning my back against the desk, straightening my posture a little. Tempting him. I didn’t feel like anything had changed about the question of whether we liked each other, which made me oddly comfortable. This was something else entirely. I still believed he was an asshole, and somehow, that combination of things - him looking at me like that and me knowing he was an asshole - turned me on so much that I took it a step further, letting my hand gently glide down my side, over my thigh, past my short skirt. He watched for a few more seconds before a frustrated “Ah, for fuck’s sake” slipped out. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling like I got what I wanted, which he then saw as a provocation.

Next thing I knew, he stepped over to me. Even before his lips touched mine, his hands were on my back, moving down, pushing my body into his, onto the table. Soon, his hands pushed my skirt up. And I would’ve noticed every little detail if it weren’t for the kiss. The kiss of all kisses. Deep, slow, and fucking sexy. When he pressed himself closer to me, I could feel he was already hard, and the sensation mixed with satisfaction, making my blood boil. A moan escaped my lips, which I regretted a little - didn’t want to show him that clearly how much I was enjoying this. His response was a grunt, and I almost gasped when I realized his fingers had hooked into the fabric of my underwear, pulling it down. Of course, I knew I didn’t come here for a nice, warm hug, but somehow I’d thought there’d be some making out. Maybe some touching. But no, he didn’t tease me. He just slid my panties down. For a moment, I froze because… well, I was incredibly wet. Had been for a while, even before we entered this room. And as soon as they were gone, I couldn’t wait for him to touch me. Because that’s what he was going to do, right? My heartbeat had picked up so much that it was obvious by my breathing; the kissing didn’t help. He had a small smirk on his lips when he pulled away, and at first, I thought it was because I couldn’t control myself, grabbing at him and whimpering. But a moment later, I realized it was because he had just thought of something and was proud of himself for it. I wanted to say something, to complain, to tell him to stop being so cocky… but then he lowered his head. I watched, my mouth slightly open. There were no kisses, no gentle touches. He just moved down, and his hands were on my knees. He opened them, and I complied.

His smirk grew wider.

Maybe it was because he saw how soaked I was.

Maybe he liked what he saw.

Maybe it was just because he was so arrogant and proud of himself. I wanted to push him away, but my body was already squirming. If he had made me beg right then, I probably would have. But he didn’t. He just leaned down and moved his mouth straight to my core.

Normally, I would have complained.

“Hey. Do the work. Warm me up. Let’s take our time.”

But somehow, the lack of it made it even more sexy.

He knew what he wanted. And he knew I was ready.

So ready.

As soon as his tongue licked through my folds for the first time, I let out a loud moan and quickly covered my mouth with one hand. The other was needed to support myself, leaning back and opening my legs wider for him.

Fuck. Our power dynamic had shifted in the last couple of minutes, but I wasn’t entirely sure how. He was still on his knees, after all. But I didn’t feel in control at all. Maybe both of us had lost our minds.

After what felt like forever, Namjoon stopped the long licks and focused on my clit. I closed my eyes and lost all sense of time, just enjoying the sensation. When suddenly, the sensation was gone, and I couldn’t even feel him breathing against my skin anymore. I opened my eyes and there he was, standing in front of me. His arms were folded in front of his chest, and he had a smug expression on his face. I gasped and took a deep breath.

“What… what are you…”

He didn’t reply at first, just kept looking at me. Spread out in front of him, desperate for him to continue, for his touch. No doubt he liked this. And I understood that, but I was also annoyed because I wanted him to keep going, not just enjoy the view.

“Come on…”

“I could leave right now…” he said, and I almost kicked him. No. He wouldn’t. Would he?

“Just leave you here… needy for me and dripping…”

“Oh my god, just…” I straightened up a little, grabbed some of his hair, and tried to push him back down. With a chuckle, he complied, and I leaned back again. He had me back to whimpering in seconds. By the time I was about to come, he hadn’t even used his hands, but I was close to begging for his fingers inside me because I kept tightening around nothing.

And then somebody tried to open the door. It wasn’t usually locked, so after a while, there was a knock. I shrieked and kind of expected Namjoon to do the same, but to my surprise, he didn’t stop. I let out a shaky “Just a minute, I am…” I had no idea what I was going to say if I actually had a reason. But I couldn’t speak anymore. Namjoon chuckled against my skin, and I hated it and loved it, and I started shaking, coming seconds later.

My hand on the back of his head kept him in place for a few more moments. I wasn’t ready to let go, shivers running up and down my body. Fuck. That was spectacular.

Namjoon got up slowly, looking pleased with himself. He looked like he was about to say something, but then there was another knock. This time, we both reacted. He handed me my panties, and I jumped off the desk, put on my underwear, and looked around. But Namjoon had already opened the door, and quickly, I turned around and leaned over the desk, pretending to go through some paperwork. My heart was still racing.

“Door fell shut.” Namjoon murmured, walking past the guard who was there to pick up soap for the restrooms. He didn’t even acknowledge me. It wasn’t like in the movies where people realize what happened just by seeing two people together in a room. When I was finally alone, I sank into a chair, taking deep breaths. What the hell just happened?

When I returned to my desk, Sam just looked up. I hadn’t been gone long enough for her to wonder where I’d gone. I sat down, double-checking that my hair wasn’t a mess anymore. And that was when I saw it.

A little note simply saying “You owe me.”

I guess I did.

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🎃 Happy Birthday Month 500 Follower Celebration! 👻

For The Carrying On Series…

“recording and fondly laughing at the other as they trigger all the Halloween displays in the stores”

(I imagine the video being for reader & Sam 😂)

Thank you so much my darling friend! Thank you for all of your asks, thank you for your friendship and kind words. It all means so much to me ♥️

I loved this ask and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it! 😘

That Was Scary!

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader, supporting character Sam Winchester

Warnings: couple of swear words, PG-13 smexy time, smooches, alludes to sex, fluff and fun

Word Count: 2.1K-ish (I really am trying to keep these shorter but I can’t)

Summary: Part of the Carrying On Series. I’ll leave it linked HERE. It’s that spooky time of year again and Charlie is excited to go look for his costume and check out everything at the Halloween store. Uncle Sam is in town again and you’re devising a plan to try and scare Dean.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The vibrant reds and yellows of the fall foliage contrast against the deep green pine forests and the snow capped mountain landscapes.

The autumn scenery around your new Colorado home was a beautiful sight to behold. The early evening sunsets painted the entire sky with shades of purple, pink, and orange. They were absolutely breathtaking.

Dean and Charlie were used to it. It was all Charlie had ever known and Dean had lived there for a long time now but you weren’t sure you would ever get used to this view. Being able to walk out onto your back deck, look straight out and see the tops of the Rocky Mountains covered in snow, the sun warming the sky, and the fluffy clouds above them was a luxury you never wanted to take for granted. Not everyone had the privilege of seeing something like this.

You could feel him sneaking up behind you. His eyes raked over you as you observed the clouds move over the mountains and he gazed at you fondly as you let the last bit of sun warm your face before it disappeared behind the mountains until tomorrow.

Your lips curled into a wide smile as you stated, “It’s beautiful isn’t it, Dean.”

“Yes it is, sweetheart.” He replied.

You looked over your shoulder at him and biting down on your lower lip, you shyly said, “Baby, you’re not even looking at the view.”

“Oh my view is very beautiful.” Said Dean.

Keeping his eyes locked on you, he slowly climbed the deck stairs, walked over to you and pulled you in close by the waist so your back was flush with his chest. As you closed your eyes, you felt his full lips kiss your temple and his strong arms squeeze your body like he never wanted to let you go.

The crisp mountain air cooled your cheeks as the two of you enjoyed the silence and his body heat kept you from getting too cold.

“I hate to ruin such a perfect moment, buuuuut…” Dean started to say.

As you turned around to face him, you snaked your arms around his neck so you were looking up into his green eyes that matched the patches of grass that were still clinging to life.

“Charlie wants to go now, doesn’t he.” You said.

Dean closed the gap between your bodies and right before he kissed you, he replied, “Well, he can wait one more minute because I haven’t kissed you properly yet today. He’s been buggin’ me about goin’ all day.”

“Spooky season,” as Charlie called it, had arrived and he had been bothering Dean for the past week about going to check out everything at the Halloween store and picking out his costume.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, sweetheart.” Said Dean with a slight growl in his voice.

Between work, Sam visiting, and Charlie back in school, getting alone time with each other has been tough the past few weeks. By the time you both were finished with work, dinner, and helping Charlie with his homework, most nights you were too tired to do anything. You would end up falling asleep watching a movie or falling asleep in bed before Dean could come over.

“What are you talkin’ about, baby? I see you every day. Stop exaggerating.” You said, gently brushing his beard with your thumb.

“You know what I mean, y/n.” He said in a frustrated tone.

You did know what he meant but you were just trying to make him feel better. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, life had become just a little bit busier, and both of you were trying to adjust to your new schedules.

“I know, handsome. I know what you meant, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little. We’re still trying to get used to everything, that’s all. We’ll figure it out, ok? Ok?” You said.

His eyes were focused on the ground and he was pouting slightly. He looked so adorable doing it though, nodding his head.

Dean cupped your cheeks as his lips collided with yours. Caging you in against the deck railing, he firmly pressed his body against yours, parted your lips with his tongue and wanted desperately for it to twist and knot with yours.

A smirk played across his lips as a strangled moan escaped your mouth, his hardening length pressed against your core, and he was leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.

Just as he reached for the top button of your jeans, you heard Charlie call out to him from his front yard.

“DAD!!! Can we go now?!!!” Shouted Charlie.

Dean grumbled under his breath, “Son of a bitch…” Then yelled back, “IN A MINUTE, CHARLIE!!”

And then you heard Sam’s voice.

“YEAH! COME ON DAD! LET’S GO!” Sam shouted, sarcastically.

You bit down on your thumb to try and keep from laughing but it was hard not to. Pulling him by the shirt, you said with a chuckle, “Come on, Dad. The kids wanna go play.”

“I’ll kill them both, I swear.” Growled Dean.

You kissed him on the cheek and said with a sly smile, “Maybe we can play with each other later, stud. Let’s go!”

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Charlie practically jumped out of the Impala while it was still moving so he could go inside and look around before anyone else could. When Dean and Sam were young, they never really experienced any holidays and when Dean became a father, he wanted to give Charlie as normal a childhood as he possibly could so he and his wife started doing all of it…Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas…it gave him a reason to do all of the things he missed out on when he was a child.

“Look at this one, Dad!!!” Exclaimed Charlie.

He pointed to a trio of skeletons playing instruments. The description said that you could set up music through Bluetooth and it will look like the skeletons are singing and playing along to the music playing.

“That’s a lot of money, Charlie but it is pretty awesome.” Said Dean.

Dean didn’t know but you and Sam had a text conversation on the way, discussing how the two of you were going to try and scare Dean with some of the motion sensor Halloween displays.

You had a feeling Sam and Dean had plans of their own to try and scare you and Charlie too. Basically, there were a lot of clandestine plans being made around you and it kept you on guard while walking around the store.

Row after row of scary masks were mounted on the walls and they had what looked like every costume you could possibly want. Accessories like fake swords and guns were in baskets at the end of the aisles while makeup, fake teeth and wigs were in another aisle.

You never really experienced many holidays as a kid either being on the road with your father so you were really enjoying looking at everything in the Halloween shop.

The animatronics section was pretty incredible and Dean knew exactly which ones to turn on to try and scare you…the spiders. The first one was black with black and red striped legs and glowing red eyes. You nearly climbed up the wall when it jumped out in front of you and as you lurched forward, it tripped the motion sensor for the large fuzzy gray spider next to it.

While trying to control his laughter, Dean said, “You should have seen your face! Actually, you can see your face, I got it all on video!”

“Very funny, baby.” You replied with narrowed eyes, pressing your lips into a straight line, and folding your arms protectively across your chest.

“Oh it was very funny.” Said Dean.

You hadn’t decided how but you were going to get him back.

Charlie managed to find probably the scariest clown mask on earth to scare Sam. He patiently waited behind one of the other clown animatronics and just as Sam was about to walk past him, he jumped out and gave his uncle a good jump scare. All of the color drained out of Sam’s face leaving him white as a ghost.

“I got you good Uncle Sam!” Charlie said with a wide smile across his face.

Stuttering slightly over his words, Sam replied, “Y-yes y-you did, buddy. Why don’t we go put that mask away ok? Far, far away. Ya know what, let’s just buy it so I can burn it…that thing is…terrifying.”

Of course Dean recorded that one too. It was tough to scare him because he wasn’t scared of much but you had an idea that you texted to Sam and you needed a distraction so you could buy what you needed without Dean noticing.

You told Dean you would buy Charlie’s costume for him which was a perfect cover for what you needed to buy to get Dean back for scaring you with those spiders.

“Alright…we ready to go?” Dean asked.

The three of you nodded and then headed for home.

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“We tried to scare you, Dad! Nothing worked.” Said Charlie during dinner.

Dean replied, “It’s ok, buddy. I’m just not easily scared. You three on the other hand…I think Sammy is gonna have nightmares about that clown mask. And don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll check under the bed for giant spiders.”

Dean’s lips curled up into a devilish smile.

While Charlie was getting ready for bed, you gave Sam a quick nod, silently communicating to him that it was time to get Dean back for scaring you. Charlie was in his bedroom getting ready to do his part to try and scare his father.

With a confused look on his face, Dean looked over at you and Sam and asked, “Did Charlie go to bed?”

You glanced down the hallway toward Charlie’s room and the door was closed.

“He must have; the door is closed.” You replied with raised eyebrows.

Dean walked down the hallway and opened the door to Charlie’s room. It was completely dark inside and when he flicked on the light he saw a figure sitting on Charlie’s bed in a doll mask; Dean yelled “AHHHH!” and stumbled backwards into you and Sam also wearing creepy doll masks, making him jump even higher off of the ground.

You recorded his reaction to Charlie on your phone while Charlie recorded Dean’s reaction to you and Sam on Sam’s phone. The perfect revenge.

You managed to pull it off when he least expected it and as you tried to control your laughter, Dean stormed out of the room with a sour look on his face.

“Ok, ok ya got me!” Scoffed Dean, throwing his hands in the air.

After hi-fives all around, you chased after him.

“Where ya goin’, baby?” You asked with a wide smile.

“You got me with the one thing that freaks me out…I hate dolls.” He said, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips. “Is that why you offered to buy Charlie’s costume?”

“Well I needed a way to be able to buy those doll masks without you noticing.” You said. “But I also really want to buy Charlie’s costume for him. I never got to participate in Halloween when I was young so it was nice to see the excitement in his face. Tonight was really fun for me, Dean.”

He pulled you in close, your chest flush with his, and he kissed you on the forehead as you melted into his embrace.

“Even though I scared you with spiders?” Asked Dean.

A wide smile stretched across your lips as you hummed into his chest, “Hmmmm, even though you scared me with spiders.”

“I love you.” He said softly. “Charlie loves his costume. You heard him earlier. He won’t stop talking about it.”

As you snaked your arms around his neck, you pulled his face toward yours until his lips met yours. Dean growled against your mouth as he parted your lips with his tongue and held you in a firm embrace.

Your fingers were spread wide as to let his soft brown hair glide in between them while his large hands roamed all over your body before resting them firmly on your hips.

Whispering against his mouth, you replied, “I’m so happy he does and I love you too, Dean.” You paused briefly, enjoying the feeling of his hands dancing up and down your back before saying, “Ya know…I got something else from the Halloween store that I thought you’d might like.”

A sly smile stretched across your lips as Dean walked over to the table where the bag was. He looked inside and saw the sexy nurse costume, then yelled out to Sam, “Sammy! Will you watch Charlie for a little while, I gotta go…take care of somethin’.”

Sam stuck his head out of Charlie’s room, “Dean, I have some research to do for a case. I need some time to—“

But Dean interrupted him, “Ok thanks, dude. I’ll be back later. Byeeeeee!” Said Dean, quickly ushering you out of the front door. “Go, go, go sweetheart.”

Sam shouted down the hallway as the front door slammed shut.

“DEAN!!!”

Too late, the two of you were already halfway across the yard, headed toward your house and tonight he was going to show you what an adult Halloween was all about.

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: Big Brother 3

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What if Luke was part of the Motel Group? Prompt Submitted by TicciTomboy0 on AO3

Part 3 of 3

Epilogue

*1 Year After AJ’s Birth*

“Everything alright?” Asked Luke, as Kenny, Duck, Clementine and AJ limped into camp.

“We hit an ice patch on the road.” Said Kenny, as Clementine carefully adjusted AJ, “We went through a walker.”

“Then we hit a tree.” Said Duck, “The car’s totalled.”

Luke winced, before looking at the RV, “Well, the thing’s dead, so we’re gonna have to move around on foot.”

“Where’re the others?” Asked Duck, looking around.

“Shel and Vince are out hunting,” Said Luke, “Sarita and Becca are packing our supplies into bags, and Molly’s walkin’ around with Abby.”

Clementine went to put AJ down, only for the toddler to grab her and refuse to let go, “AJ!”

AJ huffed and started crying, getting a sigh from Clementine, “AJ, I can’t carry you everywhere.”

AJ let out a whine, making Clementine sigh, “Okay, how about a deal? You talk, I carry you, okay?”

AJ just stared up at Clementine, before he looked uncomfortable and started crying, Duck let out a laugh as Clementine sighed and carefully picked the toddler up and went into the RV with him.

“I’d’ve thought he was a little old to be crapping himself to get out of doing something.” Said Luke, frowning, as Abigal, his and Molly’s daughter, toddled around with her mother, while Sam shook the life out of a rabbit he caught.

“Clementine did worry that AJ wasn’t talking.” Said Duck, “Me and Dad don’t think it’s serious though.”

“Yeah, but Abby’s walkin’, talkin’ and we’re already transitioning her outta diapers.” Said Luke, frowning, “Ya don’t think… y’know… the AJ might be a bit… simple?”

“Nah.” Dismissed Kenny, “Duck didn’t start any of that until he was three.”

Luke stared at Kenny, before Kenny realised what he said.

“On second thought, maybe we should keep an eye on him.” Said Kenny, after a moment.

BB

“We need to talk.”

Luke looked up at Shel, taking his eyes off Sam, who was giving Luke a dark glare, “Okay, not sure what I’ve done. What is it?”

“Clementine and AJ.” Said Shel, “We’ve fucked them over.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Asked Luke, standing up.

“Clementine’s practically raising AJ.” Said Shel, making Luke look over at Clementine, who was trying to coax AJ to walk, as the two-year-old crawled around, suckling on a pacifier that Clementine had tried, and failed, to take from the baby.

Luke glanced around, noticing that everyone was doing their own thing. Duck was curled up with Becca, Kenny was fiddling with… something, Sarita was going through their medical supplies and teaching Sarah how to adequately apply first aid, Molly was reading to Abby and Vince was by a cooking pot, frowning at it’s contents.

Luke went to reply, before Clementine leaned forwards and grabbed AJ’s pacifier. AJ did his usual thing to biting down on it to stop Clementine from taking it, only for Clementine to pinch his nose shut. AJ lasted a total three seconds, before he opened his mouth to breathe, with Clementine taking the pacifier and putting it in a box. AJ started crying, and when the tears didn’t work, decided to start screaming. Clementine sighed and walked over to Vince.

While her back was turned, two things happened; AJ stopped screaming, and a small toy was launched through the air, hitting Clementine on the back of her head. Turning around, she saw AJ aiming another one of his toys at her, catching it before it made contact with her face. Picking the toys up, Clementine walked back over to AJ and picked up the other toys he had, before putting them in the box the same box as the pacifier. AJ did his usually baby-talk-babble.

“AJ,” Clementine’s voice sounded tired as she picked up the box, “you can’t just throw your toys because I took—”

“Mine.”

Clementine stopped, before slowly turning around and looking at AJ, “…What was that?”

“Mine.” Demanded AJ, as Clementine put the box down.

AJ crawled over to the box, before he shakily used it to stand up. AJ tried to rummage around, only for his arms to be too short. Huffing, AJ looked up at Clementine, before holding his arms up. Clementine crouched and held her arms out for the toddler, as he shakily waddled over to her. However, instead of going for her, he latched onto her wrist with his teeth, biting her.

“OW!” Shrieked Clementine, grabbing her wrist, getting everyone’s attention, “Son of a bitch!”

AJ then waddled up to Clementiine’s legs and wrapped his arms around them, before sighing and saying, “Mine.”

*2 Years After AJ’s Birth*

The group looked up at Duck as he and Becca brought AJ into the camp.

“How’d it go?” Asked Luke, looking around.

“Well, Clementine got caught, but she gave him the shot.” Said Duck, “She’s been kicked out of the New Frontier, but I was able to convince David to let me… put AJ out of his misery.”

“So, where’s Clem?” Asked Kenny, as AJ tried to find his guardian.

“She saw some rabbits.” Said Becca, “Figured we could use some food.”

Luke looked at Kenny, “I’ll go help her, in case she gets set upon.”

Kenny gave him a brief nod, silently dismissing Luke. Luke walked the way Duck and Becca came, finding Clementine crouching next to a car, holding her left hand.

“You alright, Clem?” Asked Luke, looking at the three rabbits, “That all of ‘em?”

Clementine slowly stood up, wobbling slightly. For a moment, Luke was worried that Clementine had been bit and turned, before she turned around, holding a fourth rabbit and missing her left ring finger.

“Rabbits,” Said Clementine, after she’d passed through the pain, “can bite through fingers, apparently.”

Luke stared at her finger, before he looked at Clementine, “Let’s… Let’s get you back to camp.”

“There’re supplies in the car.” Said Clementine, before walking up to Luke, “Enough for us to get… somewhere.”

“We’ll come back for them.” Said Luke, picking up the three other rabbits, “We need to get you to Sarita. Where’s your finger?”

“In the rabbit.”

*3 Years After AJ’s Birth*

“Where the hell have you four been for the past week?” Asked Kenny, when Clementine, Duck, Sarah and Becca rode into their camp, “And where did you get those horses?”

“We may,” Said Duck, “gotten involved in a revolution.”

Luke looked up from Sam, Abby and AJ, “I’m sorry, you what?”

“That’s not even the weirdest thing.” Said Becca, dismounting her horse, “Clementine got a boyfriend.”

“What?!” Demanded Luke and Kenny, looking at her.

“Gabe’s not my boyfriend.” Denied Clementine, getting off her horse.

“You’re only saying that because he said he wanted to stay in Richmond.” Teased Duck, as he and Sarah dismounted, “Said he didn’t want to waste any time away from them.”

Clementine swiped a Duck, who ducked and ran off.

“I was thinking that, maybe,” Said Clementine, looking at Luke and Kenny, “we could have the horses pull the RV, like a wagon.”

Kenny looked at the horses, before sighing, “Worth a shot.”

BB

“Well,” Said Becca, as they tended to the horses, “that didn’t work.”

“No, shit.” Said Clementine, as she ran a hand down her horse’s neck.

“We could go to Richmond,” Suggested Sarah, “See if they’re willing to give us some more horses.”

“How many?” Asked Duck, as Luke and Kenny walked over.

Sarah looked at the six other member of their group, “Six.”

“There’s no way they’re going to give us six more horses.” Scoffed Becca, as Clementine relayed Sarah’s suggestion to Luke and Kenny.

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“I can’t believe they gave up six more horses.” Said Clementine, as she, Sarah and Duck guided the new additions towards their camp.

“I thought they were going to shoot us.” Admitted Duck, before he looked at Clementine, “Any idea on where we’ll go next?”

“I don’t know.” Said Clementine, “Tahiti?”

“Where the hell is that?” Asked Duck.

“The South Pacific.” Answered Sarah.

“Who lives there?”

“Tahitians,” Said Clementine, “I guess?”

They quietly rode into the camp, as the others finished packing up, Luke passed AJ up to Clementine, before he and the others each claimed a horse, before Clementine picked a direction and spurred her horse on.

*5 Years After AJ’s Birth*

“It’s been a month.”

Luke looked towards Molly, their group was currently camping on a beach that had a burnt pier, and some weapons and supplies scattered around.

“Since what?” Asked Luke, vaguely aware of Kenny pulling some fish out of the river.

“Since we lost Clementine and AJ.” Answered Molly, glancing towards Becca and Duck, “I think they’re having trouble coming to terms with it.”

“Ain’t we all?” Asked Luke, “Where’s Sarah?”

“She and Sarita went to check out that school Kenny saw.” Answered Molly, “Just some recon.”

“Clem and AJ going to the station was ‘just some recon’, too.” Said Becca, walking up to them, with Duck not far behind her.

“That station was obviously booby trapped.” Said Luke, “I’m going to go out and find them if they ain’t back.”

Duck sighed and went over to Kenny, helping him with the fish, Becca didn’t look happy with Luke’s answer, before going over to the horses, checking on Peanut. The horses had pulled a car Clementine had found like a wagon, with one of them only taking the car under its own power when they were sure a place had what they needed and if they needed to make a quick getaway.

“Think it’s worth trying to get that thing fixed?” Asked Molly, getting a sigh from Luke.

“With what?” Asked Luke, before sighing, “Sorry, didn’t mean to snap.”

“It’s fine.” Said Molly, walking over to the campfire, “We’re all tense.”

Luke hummed, before joining her. Vince and Shel were quietly talking, giving Luke and Molly a nod and a wave, before going back to their conversation. Sam was lying be the fire, the dog had taken to sleeping near the fire or with someone in the group, which ran the risk of someone getting a tick or fleas, but they didn’t reject the dog. The sound of a pair of horses galloping into camp alerted them to Sarita and Sarah coming back. Internally groaning, Luke stood up and turned to face them, only to freeze when he saw, “AJ?”

The rest of the group all looked at Luke, before spotting the five-year-old that’d been riding with Sarita.

“Oh, my god.” Gasped Becca, running over, “Are you alright? Where’s Clementine?”

“She’s back at that school Kenny saw.” Said Sarah, dismounting Gurgle, “She’s fine, they saved her and AJ after the car crashed.”

“Why isn’t she with you?” Asked Duck, as he and Kenny joined them.

“Well,” Said Sarita, “the first reason is that she’s leading the group in the school.”

“She’s leading a group?” Asked Becca, “It’s only been a month!”

“The other reason,” Sighed Sarita, “Is that she was bitten.”

Silence washed over them.

“Clem… got bit?” Asked Duck, his face pale, “But… she’s…”

“She’s already offered us a place to stay, if we want.” Said Sarita, “They’re going to be coming out here with a wagon, to collect the supplies here.”

“Maybe…” Becca looked at Duck, “maybe a couple of us should go to the school, case it out… I mean, we don’t know if Clementine’s staying there willingly or not.”

“She is.” Said AJ, speaking for the first time since he arrived, “And the food they have there is good.”

“And the food we have isn’t?” Asked Luke, raising an eyebrow at AJ.

“…No, the food here is good too.” Said AJ, after a moment.

Luke heard Kenny chuckle, before the boy looked towards the treeline, “Tenn!” AJ then bolted, the group seeing a boy with a facial scar looking panicked as AJ charged towards him.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.” Said Duck, walking away from the conversation.

“Sending more people to case the place out won’t work,” Said Kenny, “You heard ‘em, Clem’s running the place, and AJ’s been staying there and he’s looking healthy.”

“Let’s put it to a vote,” Said Sarah, nipping the argument in the bud, before they could start it, “if we send some more people to case it out, or if we all just go as a group.”

BB

Luke frowned, they voted to come as a group, looking towards the main building, before looking at the pile of Walkers being dragged across the ground.

“I forgot how fat Johnny was.” Grunted a guy with brown hair, “How many more are there?”

“Clem,” Heaved a blonde with one of her eyes covered by some gauze, “thinks there are ten more or something, I think.”

“Why did we let her deal with the Walkers again?” Asked the guy, “I mean, she’s basically a cripple.”

“So am I, and Minnie.” Said the blonde, “Maybe she wants to distract herself from something, or use the crossbow. Either one, I guess.”

“Need a hand?” Asked Duck, deciding to introduce himself.

The guy and the girl looked at them, before they looked at each other.

“Are you guys’ Clementine’s group?” Asked the blonde, straightening up.

“Yeah.” Nodded Duck, as the guy looked around them, “I’m Duck, well, my name’s actually Kenny Jr, but he’s,” he gestured to Kenny, “Kenny and constantly yelling ‘Kenny Junior’ is a bit of a mouthful, so everyone calls me ‘Duck’.”

The pair stared at Duck, before the guy opened his mouth, “You’re going by the name of a Thomas the Tank Engine character?”

“No, Mitch,” Called Clementine’s voice, “We call him Duck because he’s as dumb as one.”

“Fuck you too.” Said Duck, looking around for Clementine, “Where is she?”

“Here.” Said Clementine, as a guy with dreadlocks and a duct taped trench coat helped her walk, “That was the last of them in there, hopefully, we’ll be able to get the whole school cleared by the end of next week.”

Duck’s eyes went to Clementine’s leg, “What… what happened?”

BB

“So, Lilly’s dead?” Asked Luke, as AJ ran around with Abigail and Sam.

“Yeah.” Nodded Clementine, “She wouldn’t’ve stopped coming after everyone. I guess it was luck that made her bring Minerva with her, practically saved Mitch’s life.”

“She is also, technically,” Said Louis, the guy with the dreadlocks, with his arm around Clementine, “the reason you lost your leg.”

“That was an accident, Louis.” Said Clementine, frowning.

Luke wasn’t sure what thought of Clementine’s boyfriend but supposed that the guy was alright.

“Do you really think this place is safe?” Asked Becca, leaning against Duck.

“High walls, limited entrances,” Molly looked the place over, “this place is practically a fortress.”

“Well, it is technically a prison.” Said Shel, getting a snort from some of the kids.

“Think it’s safe enough for you to stay?” Asked Louis, looking around.

“It would be nice to sleep in an actual bed for once.” Said Becca, “The ground had been killing me.”

“Well, Clem and AJ like it here,” Said Duck looking around, before spotting Sam, “and Sam really likes it here.”

Frowning, the group turned and looked at Sam, who was getting overly friendly with Rosie.

“Let’s…” Luke swallowed, “Let’s get the little ones inside?”

“On it.” Said Duck, ushering AJ and the other young kids towards the dorms.

After the kids were away, Luke looked at Clementine, “Well, if we weren’t staying be, we are now.”

“Should we give them a wedding?” Asked Becca, after a moment, getting laughs from the others.

BB

Luke sighed as he helped shift some lifeless walkers with Kenny and Mitch, the guy they met the day before. Becca and Duck had gone hunting with Aasim, an Indian boy. Molly was with Violet and Clementine, sorting their supplies, while Sarita, Sarah and Ruby examined their medical supplies. Vince was helping Omar with gutting some fish and rabbits.

Shel came back with Minerva and Willy, each of them carrying a bucket of fish. Looking past them, Luke saw their other hunting party coming back. Frowning, Luke looking around for the children and Louis, before he spotted them on the platform near the gates.

“James found Tenn.” Said Aasim, as he walked up to Clementine, “He’s still alive, he’s just having trouble getting him to move.”

Clementine sighed, before looking at Mitch, “Mitch, can you and Violet take Minerva to get Tenn?”

“Yeah.” Grunted Mitch, looking at Aasim, “Aasim, can you take over here?”

“We’ll help.” Said Duck, as Mitch took Violet and collared Minerva and went through the gate.

They’d just finished moving the bodies out of the school, when Mitch came back with the girls, a guy that had Walker skin on him and the scarred boy that AJ had caught by their camp.

“I’m worried about Tenn.” Said Clementine, looking at Louis, “I would’ve thought that he would want to keep close to Minerva, but… he keeps running away.”

“Do you think he’s…” Louis glanced at her, “y’know… suicidal?”

“No…” Sighed Clementine, “if he was, he would’ve gone straight for any Walker he stumbled across.”

“I think dinner’s gonna be ready soon.” Said Luke, crossing his arms and frowning at Louis.

Clementine, seeing Luke’s glare, sighed, “Jesus Christ, Luke, you’re acting like he’s gotten me pregnant or something.”

“Has he?”

“No!”

Luke gave Louis another once over, before he went over to Molly.

“I thought you said he’d warm up to me.” Muttered Louis, getting a snort from Clementine.

“Please, he’s just…” Clementine paused, before shrugging, “being an older brother, I guess.”

Luke paused slightly as he walked away, he didn’t really consider what relationship he had with Clementine and Duck. But, he supposed, an older brother worked for him.