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[bonkywobble]

Earthly

Summary: You need to let him know.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x masjedanian!reader

Warning: fluff, smidge of angst, smut (oral - f receiving). This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only.. Minors please do not interact or follow.

Word count: 1058

A/N: Here’s the smutty sequel to my previous fic, Ethereal. Also a challenge fic for @firefly-in-darkness​‘s 2K follower challenge. Congratulations Daisy, that’s an amazing milestone!! I’m so sorry I was so late in get this one out. Prompt is bolded. Enjoy!

Main Masterlist / Bucky Barnes Masterlist

This Terran, this beautiful, mortal man - who has managed in such a short time to completely change your perspective on the universe - is going to be the death of you.

Tonight it starts with a gentle caress of vibranium knuckles against your cheek, followed by your favourite smile - the signature James Buchanan Barnes grin. His face is illuminated by your happy light, blue eyes already impossibly bright - twinkling with mischief.

Earlier you’d expressed some minor doubts about your new life on Earth and how it could ever be home for you - how someone as abnormal as you could possibly fit in with him.

Luckily he plans to show you how.

The cool metal languidly moves across to your jaw and then neck before finally resting at the back of your head. With a firm grip he pulls you toward him, closing what’s left of the small space between you two.

Soft lips meet yours as your forearm braces itself against his shoulder blade, using it to anchor yourself as your body shuffles over. What once started off as reassurance evolves into a desperate hunger. Tired pecks become more active and heated, further waking you up. Preparing yourself for another night of restlessness and satisfaction you toss your leg over his hip. A calloused hand runs up your thigh in appreciation.

You crave more.

You tug his bottom lip with your teeth, his eyes fly open, pupils widening with desire. There it is - the desperate awe you secretly hope he’ll never show anybody else. It makes him look so beautifully human.

And you love him for that.

He reacts swiftly, chaining kiss after kiss down your neck and across your chest, rolling you onto your back. Your core clenches with every nip, every scrape of his teeth against your skin. That tongue of his may half-heartedly try to soothe them afterwards but you know he hopes you’ll still feel them tomorrow, the eye contact he makes with you while sucking your nipple into his mouth giving him away.

Be careful what you wish for.

After lavishing the same amount of attention on your other breast he journeys further down, his worship of you never ceasing. Sweet whispers of divine and intoxicating reach your ears in between your own tiny whimpers, and you’re left aching. Protests and pleas to call him back up to you fall on deaf ears, his need to covet every sound he can pull out of you too strong to so quickly dismiss.

The wrinkled comforter catches on his back, gradually exposing more of your yellow glow to the room. He’s told you in confidence that he loves how you light up every room you’re in. You thought he was just being charming. He still is, but it’s now become a personal challenge to him; the temptation of keeping you in such a blissful, radiant state is one is he can never resist.

There’s a few seconds once Bucky’s finished dragging your underwear down where he pauses, hot puffs of air gently grazing your clit. Hands find hair, the tugged locks tearing his gaze away from the most intimate part of you. When your eyes meet you realise he’s doing exactly the same thing that you are - committing another precious moment into memory, branding every single available detail. The intensity of it nearly overwhelms you.

“Bucky...” you trail off.

Another moment passes before he finally responds.

“I love you, my beautiful starlight.”

He dives in.

You’d always been told that the Terrans were a primitive race, yet he’s able to tear you apart time and time again with skill unparalleled anywhere else in the galaxies.

A wordless gasp escapes you as he latches on and you instinctively tighten the hold you have on his head. The vibrations from his pleased humming make you jerk. It’s instinctual the way drags his tongue through your folds as if you fell from space solely to grant him a taste of heaven. And he eats like a man starved.

Sliding his hands under your thighs he moves them to sit on his shoulders. The differing sensations of flesh and vibranium have you trembling. Yes, there will always be more to them than meets the eye and Bucky never fails to prove that to you, tonight choking you on your own lust and desperation.

The fingers that were greedily gripping your the side of your right thigh slowly ghost their way underneath you until they’re posed at your entrance. Timing it with a harsh suck he pushes two in, relishing the feel of your nails raking against his scalp.

It’s wonderfully filthy how well he fucks you with them, each curl and drag grounding you more and more until your vision tunnels into nothing but Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. You wish you could thoroughly convey just how blessed you are, and how good he’s making you feel but all that you can manage is his name. You hope it gets the point across.

It does.

A bite and a final slow thrust of his fingers are all it takes for you to unravel and consume the room in a stunning, multicoloured flash of light. He works you through your orgasm as dazzling hues of pink and blue dance along the walls and across your skin, savouring your drawn-out, stuttered cry of pleasure.

Exhausted, you begin to dim.

When you come back to yourself, the first thing you’re able to focus on is the face resting on your stomach, hands tucked neatly under it - stark contrast to his disheveled appearance. The expression he wears is proud, grin full of hope.

Yeah, he knows how good you feel now.

But you can see the fear lingering in his eyes; he’s scared he won’t be enough. How you would give anything to rid him of his demons, to have him sit comfortably in the knowledge that not only is Bucky Barnes more than enough, he’s both the star your world revolves around and the moon that keeps you grounded.

To completely cast away both of your doubts you say what had you told him upon your first meeting, creating the path that would lead back to here.

“New York is considerably more interesting than I expected."

There’s no hesitation left as Bucky crawls back up you.

[herstarburststories]

the first step is always the hardest.

Pairing: au!dean winchester x reader

Summary: Huntercorp!Dean asks you out on a date.

A/N: I'm happy with how this one turned out. It's very different from my usual to do, but so cute! au!dean lives in my and in brazil right now sjhsjs. Anyway, this is my part for @firefly-in-darkness 2k challenge! Congrats again, honey. My prompt was “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe.” And this was requested by @anaelsbrunette.

Warnings: mutual pining and adorableness.

Some things aren't supposed to be hard. In Dean Winchester's opinion, this is one of them. What he's about to do isn't quite professional or preferred by his dad -- although, not exactly against HunterCorp's strict code of conduct. Alright, he might have to report to HR about the relationship due the anti-harassment policy if you two ever get that far, but that's another point. The fact right now is, it shouldn't be this hard to blurt out a simple 'would you like to go out with me?' towards the woman he had been pining for weeks. 

Dean asked girls out before, and three out five said yes. Usually, his goofy way of flirting is enough to make them take the lead. When it doesn't happen, though, the Winchester laces his hang out proposal with wiggling brows and a suggestive smirk. They'd laugh and a date was settled.

He isn't shy. Dean gets embarrassed easily and yes, he is a little too spoiled to have a larger vision of the world, but he can get his way with the women he's interested in. Therefore, it shouldn't be that difficult, right? In theory, safely hiding in the back of his head, it isn't. The hunter remains passing some vague steps on his mind: 1.) Go to you. 2.) Try not to get lost at the sight of you. 3.) Don't try his Spanish to impress you because it's not going to work. 4.) Smile in a boyish way, just being cool. 5.) Ask you out. Samuel said it was a good plan. He just needs to execute it, get through his words and make them into actions. 

So why is it so excruciatingly hard?

You, a HunterCorp's rookie, recently graduated in their new worldwide program to recruit willing hunters that weren't born in the life. You are smart, bilingual, pretty, strategic, spontaneous, and strong. You laugh loud as if joy should be going inside everyone's ear, but you also fight to kill with both words and trained combat skills. You, one of the best hunters of HunterCorp, which is the only thing Dean would ever try to say he was compared to you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, the girl with fancy red boots and tight jeans, is everything Dean never dreamed of and way out of his league.

You are a ferocious scream in civility that shakes his ground and makes him want to know how human savagery felt like after years being spoiled. You tease the green eyed hunter, never leading to evilness, and always with a beam that makes him feel lucky to be the fool to your kingdom. Dean feels comfortable with you, like taking his expensive socks off at home and chuckling with his mouth full, or even attempting a new food that makes his tongue experience marvelous flavors never felt before.

The eldest Winchester brother is almost dancing around his own feet for five minutes and counting. Gulping nervously every time he hears the noise of a door opening as he shuts his eyes, picturing the perfect ending of 'asking Y/N on a date' plan.

Okay, fine. Maybe he does have a reason for envisioning the possible difficulties of this situation. How could he not? Dean wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking you out again if you said no today. It's a now or never situation. How can he not be sweating in his levis?

“Duncan?” you ask, your voice exhaling a name that isn't his, but it catches Dean's attention nonetheless. He must have been listening what you were saying before even turning around to catch a glimpse of you. “Duncan!”

You poke his arm, causing him to move quickly to face you. Despite getting his name wrong, you look gorgeous: your hair was a mess like usual after spending too long in your office, sunglasses on the top of your head, and a joyful grin on your painted lips.

He straightens his posture to regain some confidence. “Dean. Dean Winchester.”

Your eyebrows knit together in a weight of confusion. "Who are you?"

This is it, his mind whispers. Rule number four, be cool. Say that thing that guy says in the movie which Sammy made you watch! Dean licks his lips, leaning against the counter. He shrugs, attempting to get in a persona that would only be him in another universe. “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. You know, Dean Winchester.”

His shoulders drop as you let out a laugh, and suddenly the perfect threat in his fantasy became a funny joke. He doesn't even waste time being too embarrassed, though: he loves that sound.

“I'm kidding, Dean Winchester. I know who you are. You know, you're kind of the owner of this building?” you say humorously, pointing around the establishment.

Dean's brows arch quickly as he replies: “Technically, it's my father.” 

“Who cares about the technical, right?” Of course you would say that with your own sequin smile and a playful wink. Who gives you the right to make his heart go wild? God, he sounds like a chick-flick. “Anyway, do you need something? I noticed you standing at my door.”

“Yes.” His stupendous moment. The stage is his and he better make it worth it. Dean's going to ask you out now, and then, he sees your features changing into curiosity. You're so adorable with your soft frown and head cocked, hair cascading down like one of the surrealistic paintings decorating his office walls. It reminds the Winchester of the way their brilliant colors and space tangle together to make something so gorgeous he couldn’t bear to give it another name but art. God, what if you say no? What if you say yes? What if everything is weird after that? “No. I mean, yes. I...”

“Are you okay?” You place a hand on his bicep. One touch, a blaze starting to burn in the best ways. His heart gives out, beating too crazily to be properly felt -- that doesn't help one bit.

“Yeah, this muchacho is okay.” Dean points at himself with two thumbs. Here goes all the rules in less than three minutes of chatting. He sighs to himself, offering you a pageant smile. “Just forget about it. I was going to ask for a report on your last hunt, but you can send it to my email.”

“Sure thing. I'll send you them after I come back from lunch. McDonald's waits for me.” The Winchester doesn't know if his mind is playing tricks on him, but he can swear he saw disappointment on your face. It could've been that tell, your hair brushing your lips like he craves to, or even how you blink so adorably under the dim light that makes a sudden glimmer of newfound courage hit him. Granted, it's with a trembling voice, but still.

“Maybe I could go have lunch with you?” Dean can practically hear his brother saying, be assertive, ask her out. He rushes to correct himself. “You. You could grab lunch with me. If you want. We could go have lunch together.”

“You like McDonald's?” You bit your bottom lip, arms crossed despite your subtle chortle.

“Of course.” Dean scoffs, gaining a glare of yours for a few seconds before he sighs with a shrug, a flush of pink coloring his cheeks. “No. Processed food isn't a thing in my house. Dad likes to spoil us with homemade meals and scotch.”

“Well, I'm sure John doesn't know how to cook quesadillas. I know the perfect place we can go.” You grab his wrist, and despite all empirical evidence to the contrary of such strong euphoria stemming from a simple touch, he goes against every scientific rule and gets to heaven on earth. “And Dean?”

His voice is lighter, happier by that mere gentle gesture which causes Dean's cheeks to dimple with branded delight as he answers: “Yes?”

You don't bother pulling your hand away. Instead, you intertwined your fingers, smiling like a baby when you notice his sweaty palm. At least you aren't the only nervous here. “Our second date will be at McDonald's.”

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[nekoannie-chan]

Surviving

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant! Reader

Word count: 754 words.

Summary: HYDRA changed your powers, now you have to steal other people's hopes and dreams so you don't have nightmares and survive, what if Steve finds out?

Warnings: When Reader was a child was kidnapped by HYDRA. Also, reader’s power is similar as Tandy Bowen’s (Dagger) powers.

Death of characters.

A/N: This is my entry to @firefly-in-darkness’s 2K Follower Celebration with the dialogue prompt #11:

“My dreams were taken from me. But now…now I’ve stolen them from someone else.”

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Your heart was beating super-fast, you had to get out of that place soon, no one should know you were there.

Even Steve didn’t know about that power you had; he only knew a few things you lived through during the time you were kidnapped by HYDRA.

When you thought you were far enough away, you tried to catch your breath, maybe you didn't need to do that to survive, maybe you were, you weren't sure, but it was horrible when you didn’t, not counting every time HYDRA forced you to steal dreams and hopes from enemies.

"Another one, similar to the past case," Clint said, entering the room where everyone was gathered.

Everyone in the room looked at the newspaper that Clint had thrown on the table, it had been a few weeks since the last "attack" like that, which happened on the night of last Saturday, Tyrone turned and saw Tandy, he was suspicious of her while you held your breath, they could not realize that you were responsible, it was never your intention that they would end up dead, but it seemed that humans could not live without dreams or hope.

A few hours later you could hear Ty and Tandy arguing, however, she had an alibi, had been with Nico that day.

"Where were you on Saturday?" asked Tandy.  

You stopped reading the report when you heard her voice, you hadn’t noticed when she came in, yet you know she was suspicious of you.

"Y/N was with me," Steve replied, entering your office. “I don't think you wanna know any more details...”

Tandy beckoned, the information was enough for her, you smiled and she left.

"Where were you really?" questioned Steve quietly after making sure Tandy wasn’t around.

"I went to visit my parents' grave," you lied, although you were sure that if Steve found out the truth, his heart would break, he probably wouldn't understand your motivation.

Two months since that incident had passed, you had to go out and get that... even if it were a little portion. The last two weeks, each night you’d had nightmares, which meant the source you got that time was over.

You went out in silence, you were watching that man for a few days without anyone knowing, you never attacked anyone who didn’t deserve it, you slowly approached the man and smiled at him, he probably thought you were flirting with him, you took out the precious white light from the man with incredible, he was knocked unconscious.

"So, you were responsible.”

You turned right away, there was Steve. There was no way to hide, you didn't have many options either, the only solution was to confess, maybe Steve wouldn't understand, maybe he’d send you to the Raft, but at least he'd find out the truth.

“My dreams were taken from me. But now…now I’ve stolen them from someone else.”

"What? It doesn’t make sense, there’s no justification for killing someone.”

"I don’t mean to kill them, but it seems that humans can't live without dreams or hope.”

"Y/N, what does this mean, what's that in your hand?”

"I told you, this beautiful little ball is what I need if I don't have it... it's horrible, I can't stop having nightmares. Is not my fault, they kidnapped me and modified my power, I used to...I could make people have beautiful dreams and they... I promise you they’re bad people, I don't want to hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it.”

That's when Steve understood everything, again was HYDRA's fault, they had made you believe you were a monster, they did experiments with you and changed your powers for their benefit.

"We have to go, I can't let them find out, put that away or do what you have to do, but we have to leave soon,” Steve said, holding your arm to get you up.

You looked at him without understanding, yet you moved your hand to undo the light and absorb it. You followed him without saying anything, you were sure he was going to take you to some authority, yet he took you to one of the safe houses the Avengers have.

"Steve, what are you going to do, are you going to rat on me? “You questioned nervously.

"No, it's not your fault, but I don't want you to take someone else either, you can take mine,” Steve offered.

"But I don't want to hurt you.”

"You won’t, I trust you, I’d do anything for you, I love you.”

[peridottea91]

Birthday Cake

Summary: Today is Dean’s birthday, so you decide to bake him a long-overdue surprise.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam mentioned

Words: 1670

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff

Beta’d by: n/a

Divider by: @firefly-in-darkness​ / @firefly-graphics​

A/N: This is my submission for @firefly-in-darkness’ 2k Follower Challenge; my prompt was baking a cake.

MAIN MASTERLIST - DEAN MASTERLIST

Your phone buzzed loudly from the nightstand, pulling you from your slumber. Quickly turning off your alarm, you glanced at the screen and let out a quiet groan.  You flipped your phone over and buried your face back into the pillow—you hated being awake so early, and the bed was so warm and comfortable.  

The soft snores coming from the warm body next to you, however, reminded you why you were awake to begin with, and so you pulled yourself away.  Slowly you rolled from the bed, careful not to jostle your sleeping companion.  Tiptoeing through the darkness, you grabbed your lounge shorts from the desk and quietly slipped from the room.  Padding down the halls of the bunker, you made your way to the kitchen to put your plan into motion.

Everything had been timed perfectly for today.  You had specifically set the alarm on your phone so that Sam would be out on his morning run and Dean would still be asleep for at least two more hours. The last thing you needed was Sam crowding the kitchen while you were trying to work, or even worse, Dean snooping about.  Baking a new recipe was stressful enough, even without your two companions peeking over your shoulder.

Pulling out the ingredients that you had hidden in the back of the fridge, you set about baking the cakes—sifting flour and cocoa powder, mixing the batter, and splitting it into three, round pans.  It would have been much easier to do this using box cake mix, but that just wasn’t your style.  Besides, Dean Winchester was more than worth the amount of effort you were putting in.

With the three cakes in the oven, you set about making the filling for between the layers of German chocolate cake—French silk pie filling.  By the time you had finished the filling and set it in the fridge to chill, the timer dinged for the cakes.  After checking for doneness, you clicked off the oven and popped the cakes out of their pans onto cooling racks.  Everything was right on schedule, leaving you plenty of time to put everything together and decorate the cakes once everything cooled.

There were a few moments where you had wondered if all this effort was even worth it. Dean Winchester was a man of simple pleasures—sex, cheap booze, diner food.  He had never been someone who wanted to be fussed over.  Then again, he had never been fussed over, to begin with. From a young age, he had been forced into the roles of protector and caregiver for Sam while being neglected himself.  Growing up, he never got to enjoy celebrating birthdays and holidays, let alone home-cooked food.  Hell, a store-bought pie would have even been good enough for him.  

But you weren’t satisfied with just “good enough.”  Dean Winchester deserved the world, and you were determined to prove it to him any and every way you could.  If that meant putting in the extra effort to bake him a (hopefully) delicious cake from scratch, then so be it.  On today of all days, you wanted to show Dean just how special he was to you.

You had known the Winchesters for years, hunting with them on-and-off until maybe two or three years ago, when they asked you to move in.  Things slowly just sort of fell into place, and, as of almost six months ago, you and Dean became an item.  You weren’t really sure how it happened, but it did, nonetheless.  You moved into his room about two months in, stubbornly not wanting to have to share a closet or a bed.  Once he had finally convinced you to move in, secretly moving your stuff in bit by bit, you were so glad you did.

Dean wasn’t the type of guy to share his feelings or be overly emotional in a relationship, let alone be in a relationship.  That’s part of why you had been so surprised when the two of you fell into step, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.  Dean hadn’t said those three little words yet, which was okay. He showed you how much you meant to him in other ways, making sure you never needed to question his feelings for you. Now, you were doing the same for him.

Roughly 20 minutes had passed before you were able to finally start assembling the cake. You had bought a cake stand just for the occasion and, after spreading a small dab of the French silk pie filling, began stacking.  Cake, pie filling, cake—everything stacked up rather nicely.  You did have to level out the round cakes, creating an even surface for each layer to sit on.  You made it a point not to skimp on the filling between each cake layer, knowing how much Dean had loved your aunt’s pie recipe.  What better way to include his favorite food in a cake?

Finally, it came time to frost and decorate the outside of the cake. Glancing at the clock, you saw that you had roughly 30 minutes before Dean would be waking up, so your nerves began to bubble up slightly.  Using more of the filling you made, you spread a crumb coat and topcoat around the sides and top of the cake.  Then, you took out the frozen candy pieces that you had crushed the night before—chunks of Snickers, Twix, and Milky Ways—and sprinkled them all over the top.

You had just set the candles into place when you heard the tell-tale sound of Dean’s door opening down the hall.  It was now or never!  You began bouncing lightly, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through you as you waited.

Dean shuffled into the kitchen, still half-asleep.  He didn’t notice you at first as he made his way directly to the coffee pot, which you had been smart enough to turn on for him right before you started putting together the cake.  You tried not to laugh as he robotically moved about, leaning against the kitchen island while you watched.

“Good morning, hun,” You greeted cheerily, finally catching his attention.

Dean hummed in acknowledgment, “Mornin’, darlin’.”

Shuffling to you, Dean took a swig from his coffee cup and smacked his lips in satisfaction.  He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close for a good morning kiss. He had just broken away when his eyes popped comedically wide, and he leaned to the side slightly, looking around you at the large chocolate and candy topped cake.

“Happy birthday,” you said sweetly with a smile.

“Shit, Y/N, did you make this for me?”

“No, I made it for Sam,” you sassed, “of course I made this for you!  German chocolate cake with French Silk Pie frosting and topped with chocolate candy chunks.”

“Ooooohhhhh,” Dean awed at the cake and stepped around you.  His green eyes lit up with a rare excitement as he stooped down and ogled at the cake.  “Ya know, we don’t really celebrate birthdays, Y/N.”

“I know. But I wanted to do something special for you.  You always told me how you never really got to enjoy the little things that normal people do.  So, I figured, what would be better than your own birthday cake?”

Dean swiped his finger along the bottom edge of the cake, gathering a bit of makeshift frosting on his finger and popping it into his mouth.  He moaned happily at the taste and nodded his head in approval before standing straight and turning back to you.  Reaching out, he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, humming happily into your mouth and giving you an affectionate squeeze.

“Thank you, honey.  I really appreciate it,” he said between kisses.

“You don’t need to thank me, De.  I just wanted to do something special for you because you’re special to me,” you admitted softly against his lips, the two of you swaying slightly.

Dean gave your lips another peck before leaving a light trail of kisses along your cheek and burying his face in your hair.  He continued to sway you both back and forth while you wrapped your arms around him.  You lightly scratched your fingernails in the hair at the base of his neck, just like you knew Dean liked.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you retorted quickly, “you deserve me plenty.  And it’s the least I could do because I care about you.”

Dean hummed into your hair before pulling back and looking down at you, “You’re too good to me.  Please tell me I get to eat cake for breakfast.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in response, “It’s your birthday, isn’t it?  But you gotta blow out your candles first.”

Dean smirked and nodded, “Alright, alright.”

You turned away from your boyfriend, lit a match, and lit the candles on the cake. Dean paused for a moment, a warm smile gracing his lips as he looked at the cake you made.  Closing his eyes, he blew out the candles and opened them to you clapping happily.  With a wave of his hand, Dean bowed dramatically, causing you to laugh again.

Shooing the birthday boy out of the way, you reached for the knife on the counter and began cutting.  Dean remained pressed up behind you, one hand on your hip while he eagerly watched over your shoulder.  You plated his piece and passed it along, earning a grin and another kiss before he shuffled off to the table to eat.  You chuckled to yourself and shook your head at your boyfriend.  The man was in his 40s and yet still had all the excitability of a child.

You had just turned back to cut your own slice when you felt a set of lips pressed against your temple, “Thank you for this, Y/N...  I love you.”

You smiled and closed your eyes, reaching a hand up to cup his head affectionately, “I love you too.  Happy Birthday, Dean.”

[firefly-in-darkness]

Firefly’s 2k Celebration Masterlist

Here are the incredible stories that my absolutely incredible followers friends have created so far to celebrate with me. I loved every single one of them and hope you enjoy them! 

As always, check the warnings as it might not be your cup of tea & if it is then give the writer a reblog and a follow for more amazing content!

There will be a few more added at a later date.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Cafe D'Amour // @buckybabybaby

I Can Kick the Door Down // @fandomfic-galore

Perennial // @silverarmedassassin

Picking Up the Pieces // @gogolucky13​​

Loki Laufeyson

Babysitting Adventure // @writingsoftheloser​

Steve Rogers

Hunted // @callmeluna

Moonshine // @whitestarbucky

Welcoming A Pet // @stuckonjbbarnes

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Birthday Cake // @peridottea91

Midnight Memories // @bucky--barnes​

The First Step is Always the Hardest - @herstarburststories​

Sam Winchester

Just a Part of Growing Up // @daydream3r-xo

Winchester Brothers (Platonic)

Surprise // @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

Real Person Fiction

Henry Cavill / Sebastian Stan

Close Your Eyes // @negans-lucille-tblr

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Surprise

Title: Surprise Summary: The boys prepared a surprise party for you. Pairing:  Winchester Brothers x Reader, Mary Winchester x Reader Prompt: You think everyone has forgotten your birthday but they surprise you Warnings: Feelings of loneliness, sadness, bad thoughts about the family. Word Count: 1791 This was written for the @firefly-in-darkness‘s 2K Follower Celebration

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Sam and Dean took you in after rescuing you from a wendigo, you were in pretty bad shape, so they took you back to the bunker, they patched you up, and they made sure to get a full recovery before thinking what you were going to do next. Mary took care of you from the moment Dean put you in the bed. She was the mother you’ve never had, and you were beyond grateful for what they did. She offered you to stay with them, you felt a connection with Mary that you couldn’t say no. You adopted her as your mother and the boys like your brothers. They were your family from the moment they rescued you. And because now, you were living under the same roof as them, Mary and the boys made sure you went to school and had a normal life, plus the hunting, but you were only on research duty. 

You woke up today, remembering when you found a family. One year ago, they found you and you found them. Coincidentally, they found you a week before your birthday, you were just grateful for saving your life. You got out of bed, went to shower, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast with your family.

-Hey guys — you greeted them -Good morning, sweetie — Mary said kissing your forehead -Morning, mom -You have school today, right? — She questioned -Yeah, I have two classes about old mythology and folklore. Pretty boring -It’s boring because you already know that — Sam said -You’ll be fine, sweetheart — Dean said giving you your breakfast -Why did you ask, mom? — you asked confused -The boys are leaving in two hours on a hunt and I have to meet with Bobby — she explained -Do you need my help? -No, don’t worry. I’m not going on a hunt, I’ll be back in a couple of hours — She explained -Besides, Cass and Jack will be here — Dean mentioned -Well, be careful guys, please. Love you — you said and left the kitchen

You went directly to your room to get ready for school. Like you said, you had two old history classes and were boring, so you downloaded a few books from the MoL database to help with the research for your brothers. Once you were ready, you left your room and went to the war to pick up your books.

-You almost ready? — Sam asked -Yeah, I’ve to grab my books and I’m out — you explained Sam and Dean were talking about the case, you caught a few details from what they were talking about, so you had an idea of what it would be, but you needed to do the research first. Your mom came from the hallway almost ready to leave too. -Ok guys, I’m leaving — Mary said -Yeah, me too — you added -We’re leaving in an hour or so — Dean mentioned -Ok kids. You all will let me know when you arrived safely at your destinations -Yes, mom — Sam, Dean, and you said together After that, Mary and you left for the garage.

Your school day was really long, hopefully, you were able to do some research and gave the boys a lead on the case. Of course, you were fed up by Sam for not paying attention during classes. 

YN: You should be thanking me instead of scolding me. I saved you tons of research. Be glad that I’ve set up radar on my computer.

You texted him and went to your car to get back home. When you were inside the car, you noticed that you had a text from Cass

Cass: Y/N, Jack, and I left, we found a possible lead on an angel I’ve been looking for. We are coming back tonight or tomorrow morning. We left your dinner ready in the fridge. YN: Ok, Cass. Thank you for letting me know. please be careful. Love you guys Cass: We love you too.

After exchanging messages with Cass, you drove back to the bunker. You felt something in your chest, you felt alone, you felt loneliness. Your mind started to race with negative thoughts “they don’t want you anymore, they are tired of you, they rather traveling than living with you on the same roof, even the angel despises you”. You did your best to ignore them and kept going with your day. 

While you were having dinner, Mary called you. She told you that she needed to stay with Bobby one more day because something happened. You already knew that Sam and Dean were not coming back in like three days, and now Cass and Jack were gone too. And everyone decided to leave three days before your birthday.

*Mary's POV*

You were trying to locate Y/N but you weren't able to find her, her phone went straight to voicemail, and you were really worried. So, you decided to call the boys, maybe they know something

-Hey mom! — Dean greeted you -Have you heard something about your sister? She’s not picking up her phone -No, Sammy talked with her yesterday because she was doing research while she was at school -I need her help and she is not answering -Did you reach Cass? — Sam asked -Yeah. He left with Jack, said something about an angel thing. She is alone Sam was able to understand what was going on -Crap — Sam exclaimed -What is it? — Dean asked -Her birthday is tomorrow, and nobody is with her. We all know that we cannot let her alone because she gets too depressed, and that’s what we basically did -We have to do something — Dean said -Something like what? — Mary asked -Let’s do a surprise party -She is going to hate you — Sam stated -Probably, but we all need an excuse on why we weren’t with her -Ok. I’ll call Bobby and Charlie for backup, you guys call Cass and go back home tonight.

You were deadly worried about your daughter, so you traced her phone. She was at the campus library. Of course, she will be searching for shelter in books. That night, you asked everyone who was with her through her recovery to meet in a motel, so you could start planning. -Dean, Cass, you boys go and buy food and drinks. Sam, you go and buy her some presents. Charlie, Jack you guys are going to help me decorate the bunker. And you Bobby, are going to help me as well, but I need you to make her do some heavy research, something that takes time for her to find out, so we can get everything ready. Everyone agreed and started to get everything ready.

*Y/N's POV*

It was the day of your birthday and you were alone. All your family was busy and no one remembered you. It was a Thursday, and those days were the longest for you. You started the classes at 7:30 am and ended them at 4 pm.  Your first period went well, you learned two or three things in Latin but nothing new. You were heading to your second period when you got a text from Bobby

BS: Hey sweetheart, I know you’re at school, but I need your help YN: Hi Bobby, what do you need? BS: It’s witchcraft, the old school. I need you to find something on the Necronomicon YN: That’s not a real book, Bobby, we all know that BS: I know, but it seems that a witch is killing people with that book YN: Well, I’ll see what I can find BS: Thanks, sweetheart. Love you

Bobby never mentioned your birthday, it was weird, he was always the first one to congratulate. Well, at least you had something to distract yourself, even if it was with a fictional book. The following classes were long, you had a few things to do, but being able to multitask was a gift for you, so you researched while doing an essay in class.

You left school at 4:30 pm and went directly to the campus library to work. You thought that in an hour maybe, you were going to be coming back home because you didn’t find anything. You were wrong. You’d found a lot, most of the things were fictional, as you expected. 

You didn’t realize how late it was, it was 9:00 pm and you were still in the library researching. Your phone buzzed bringing you back to reality.

MW: Sweety, where are you? It’s late and I haven’t known anything from you in two days.

You thought about answering her, it was your birthday and none of your family members seemed to remember it. You answered it anyways with a quick response

YN: I’m at the library on campus. I’ll pack my stuff and I’ll be there in 30. Sorry

You started to pack your things. You couldn’t believe all the stuff you found from that book. Half an hour later, you were opening the door from the bunker, everything was dark. You turned on the lights and you heard some noise. Instantly you pulled your gun from the back and started to go towards where the noise was coming. The war room was empty, so you headed to the library. The light was dim, you turned in and you heard a massive scream

-Happy Birthday! - Everyone shouted You couldn’t believe it. You lowered your gun and you covered your face -What the hell? — you exclaimed -Happy birthday sweetie — Mary came and hugged you, you put your gun in your back — We’ll talk about that later — she whispered in your ear -But I thought… -You really thought we could forget your birthday, hun? — Charlie said — We needed to make you believe it so we could organize it -Thank you. I wasn’t expecting it. I thought... -We know, N/N and we are sorry about it. — Sam said and hugged you

They gave you a lot of presents, all your friends and family were there. You couldn’t be happier

-Bobby, before I forget, I need to show you what I found in that book -Sweetheart, I asked you to do that, because we needed you out of here after school. There is no witch using that book. It’s not real -Well, according to my research, that’s not entirely true

Everyone laughed at your comment, but when they saw your face, they knew you were serious. There were a lot of things that were uncertain and they needed to be learned. But for now, having a surprise party with your family was everything you needed.

Tag List (It’s open, ask away)

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Oh my heart. MY EMOTIONS!!

Okay so first off - the first part and how Bucky hates the situation, all he's feeling and the build up is tense and raw. LOVE IT!

Their conversation had me on edge, the way She stood her ground and made sure that Bucky wasn't lying - powerful.

Poor Nat & Steve though.

My heart is full of happiness now. FINALLY😂

Picking Up the Pieces [3/3]

Summary: Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff (mentioned), Steve Rogers x Reader (mentioned)

Word count: 2,345

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending). Smut (not explicit). Swearing. (18+ only please).

A/N: The conclusion for my submission to @firefly-in-darkness​ 2k Follower Challenge! I’m so overwhelmed and grateful for all the love and interest in this story, thank you all so much 😭 I really hope this ending is good enough, and I’m sorry if it upsets anyone-it’s just fiction right?! Anyways, congratulations again, Daisy! And thank you for letting me take part in your challenge. It was a lot of fun! Hope you like! 😊💜 gif not mine.

Part One // Part Two

It’s been too long without you. Too long since Bucky has been able to see you, talk to you, just hold you. If he would’ve known the last time he was with you would’ve been the last time, he might’ve done something. Did more to convince you that he cares, said more to assure you he really is yours. 

The three weeks after he last saw you might have been the longest of his life. No contact, not even a text from you, and it was killing him. To go from talking everyday to complete radio silence had his head and heart hurting, and stomach twisting in knots of nausea.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Sobreviviendo

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora mutante.

Palabras: 742 palabras.

Sinopsis: HYDRA modificó tus poderes, ahora debes robar las esperanzas y sueños de otras personas para no tener pesadillas y sobrevivir, ¿qué pasaría si Steve te descubre?

Advertencias: Cuando la lectora era niña fue secuestrada por HYDRA. También los poderes de la lectora son similares a los de Tandy Bowen (Daga).

Muerte de personajes.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Firefly’s 2K Follower Celebration con la frase #11:

“Mis sueños me fueron arrebatados. Pero ahora ... ahora se los he robado a otra persona.”

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien. DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Tags: @sinceimetyou​ @black23​

Tu corazón latía con rapidez, tenías que salir pronto de ese lugar, nadie debía saber que estuviste ahí.

Ni siquiera Steve sabia de ese poder que tenías, él únicamente sabia algunas cosas que viviste durante el tiempo que estuviste secuestrada por HYDRA.

Cuando creíste que estabas los suficientemente lejos te detuviste, trataste de recobrar el aliento, quizás no necesitabas hacer eso para sobrevivir, quizás sí, no estabas segura, pero era horrible cuando no lo hacías, sin contar todas las veces en las que HYDRA te obligó a robarle los sueños y las esperanzas a los enemigos.

—Otro caso más —dijo Clint entrando a la sala donde todos estaban reunidos.

Todos los presentes dirigieron la mirada al periódico que Clint había arrojado sobre la mesa, habían pasado algunas semanas desde el último “ataque” de ese tipo, el hecho ocurrió la noche del sábado anterior, Tyrone volteó a ver a Tandy, estaba sospechando de ella mientras tú contuviste la respiración, no podían darse cuenta que tú eras la responsable, nunca era tu intensión que terminaran muertos, pero parecía que los humanos no podían vivir sin sueños ni esperanza.

Unas horas después pudiste escuchar a Ty y Tandy discutiendo, sin embargo, ella tenía una coartada, había estado con Nico ese día.

—¿En dónde estuviste el sábado? —te preguntó Tandy.

Quitaste la mirada del reporte que estabas leyendo en ese momento no habías escuchado cuando ella entró, sin embargo, desde hacía tiempo sabías que ella sospechaba de ti.

—T/N estaba conmigo —respondió Steve entrando a tu oficina—. Creo que no necesitas más detalles��

Tandy hizo una seña que la información era suficiente, tú sonreíste de forma amigable y ella se fue.

—¿Dónde estabas realmente? —cuestionó Steve en voz baja después de asegurarse que Tandy no estaba cerca.

—Fui a visitar la tumba de mis papás —mentiste, estabas segura de que si Steve se enteraba de la verdad se le rompería el corazón, probablemente no comprendería tus motivos.

Dos meses desde aquel incidente habían pasado, tenias que salir a conseguir…aunque fuera un poco. Las últimas dos semanas durante cada noche habías tenido pesadillas, eso significaba que el recurso que obtuviste aquella vez ya se había terminado.

Saliste en silencio, estuviste vigilando a aquel hombre por algunos días sin que nadie se enterara, nunca atacabas a nadie que no se lo mereciera, lentamente te acercaste al hombre y le sonreíste, él seguramente pensaba que le estabas coqueteando, con una increíble rapidez sacaste esa preciada luz blanca, él hombre quedó inconsciente.

—Así que tú fuiste la responsable de los casos.

Volteaste de inmediato, ahí estaba Steve. No había manera de esconderte, no tenias muchas opciones tampoco, la única solución viable era confesar, quizás Steve no entendería, tal vez te mandaría al Raft, pero al menos se enteraría de la verdad.

— Mis sueños me fueron arrebatados. Pero ahora ... ahora se los he robado a otra persona.

—¿Qué? No tiene sentido, no hay ninguna justificación para matar a alguien.

—No es mi intención matarlos, pero parece que los humanos no pueden vivir sin sueños ni esperanza…

—T/N, ¿qué significa esto?,¿qué es eso que tienes en la mano?

—Ya te lo dije, esta pequeña bola tan hermosa es lo que necesito, si no lo tengo…es horrible, no puedo dejar de tener pesadillas. Yo no tuve la culpa, ellos me secuestraron y modificaron mi poder, yo antes…podías hacer que las personas tuvieran sueños muy bonitos y ellos…te prometo que son personas malas, yo no quiero hacerle daño a nadie que no se lo merezca.

Fue entonces cuando Steve comprendió todo, de nuevo la culpa era de HYDRA, ellos te habían hecho creer que eras un monstruo, ellos hicieron experimentos contigo y cambiaron tus poderes para beneficio de ellos.

—Tenemos que irnos, no puedo permitir que te descubran, guarda eso o haz lo que tengas que hacer, pero tenemos que irnos pronto —dijo Steve tomándote del brazo para que te levantaras.

Lo miraste sin comprender, sin embargo, moviste tu mano para deshacer la luz y absorberla. Lo seguiste sin decir nada, estabas segura que te iba a entregar ante alguna autoridad, no obstante, te llevó a una de las casas de seguridad que tenían.

—Steve, ¿qué vas a hacer?, ¿me entregarás? —cuestionaste nerviosa.

—No, no es tu culpa, pero tampoco quiero que te arriesgues, puedes tomar los míos —Steve se ofreció.

—Pero no quiero hacerte daño.

—No lo harás, confió en ti, soy capaz de hacer cualquier cosa por ti, te amo.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Hi, congrats on 2k!! I was wondering if for your challenge I could have 18. "My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice." And can I do it for Natasha??

Again, congrats!!!

Yeah of course, sounds good to me! ❤️

[firefly-in-darkness]

Hello hello!!! Can I have baking a cake for your 2k follower celebration?

It's yours sweetie ❤️

[firefly-in-darkness]

Firefly’s 2k Follower Celebration

I can’t believe I’ve reached this milestone - I have loved reading and sharing fanfiction, and also sharing my own. I have enjoyed learning and growing as a writer myself (even if it has been a slow process). My stories are for me and it means a lot that other people have invested their time into them!  

There are a lot of people on this site that I’d like to say thank you too but they know who they are as I constantly tell them how much I appreciate them, our conversations and feedback.

I will always champion other writers and their content so I will be doing the standard ‘Pick a prompt and create’ to celebrate! So go ahead and check out the rules & prompts under the cut.

I’d really appreciate any signal boosts for this challenge too.

Do not be put off by exploring a new fandom, character or style - that’s the whole point of challenges - give something a go! This is open to people creating fics, moodboards and aesthetics.

p.s. It’s also my birthday week so this is a double celebration!

Rules

As this is a follower challenge, you must be following me to enter.

Use the prompts to create a fic, moodboard, playlist etc.

One prompt per person - there’s 30 prompts!

Please only use the following characters - any Marvel, the Winchesters, Negan, Ransom Drysdale or Geralt. 

Drop me a message if you have a different character in mind.

Send an ASK with your chosen prompt and character.

I prefer reader inserts but it’s not a must.

No restrictions on whether it’s one shot, mini series, series - keep me tagged so I can see your amazing work!

I welcome AUs, Social Media AUs, A/B/O… whatever you fancy.

Make sure to add warnings & 18+ for smut, violence or triggers.

I will not read or reblog anything that is incest, underage reader / age play, dub-con / non-con.

Please use the keep reading function after 500 words.

Tag me and use the following hashtag #Firefly2k

The deadline is 31st January 2021 as I am sure there are a lot of Seasonal themed challenges happening at the moment too. Let me know if you need extra time.

If I haven’t reblogged your work within 48 hours, please send me a link.

You are welcome to combine this with another challenge!

Please contact me if you have any questions.

Prompts

Dialogue

“This is just part of growing up, a little adventure, a little rebellion.” - @daydream3r-xo​

“I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.” @fxngsfogxarty​

“I’m the thing that monsters have nightmares about.” @donutloverxo​

“If you’re gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines.” - @writingsoftheloser​

“With all due respect, I am gonna completely ignore everything you just said.” - @fandomfic-galore​

“I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes.”

“It’s gonna take more than that to ruin a morning that started out with a whipped cream smile on my waffle.” - @abbirae99

“Usually when everything’s normal, people don’t respond in perfectly rehearsed unison.”

“You want to hear the guestlist for the night? So far it’s anger, betrayal, terror, and sadness.” @bucky--barnes​

"If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country." - @whitestarbucky​

“My dreams were taken from me. But, now... now I've stolen them from someone else.” - @nekoannie-chan​

“Revenge will not bring you peace, only death.” - @littlefreya​

“Sometimes the people we like don’t like us back, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” - @gogolucky13

“I want to hold your hand.”

“I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe.” - @herstarburststories

“You know, no matter how much we fought, I’ve always hated watching you leave.” - @negans-lucille-tblr

“New York is considerably more interesting than I expected." - @bonkywobble​

"My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice."

“A horrible decision, really.” - @callmeluna

“People do crazy things when they’re in love.” - @justagirlinafandomworld​

Scenario

You think everyone has forgotten your birthday but they surprise you! - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Waking up to breakfast in bed

A rainy day

Meeting an old friend/ex partner for coffee - @silverarmedassassin

Baking a cake - @peridottea91

A walk in the woods - @buckybabybaby

Day trip to the Zoo

Anniversary dinner

Watching fireworks

Welcoming a pet to your home - @stuckonjbbarnes​

Happy Creating!

Tagging a few people that might be interested in taking part -

@princessmisery666 @the-minus-four @fandommaniacx @mummybear @peridottea91 @justreadingfics​ ​ @buckybabybaby​​ @propertyofpoeandbucky​

[firefly-in-darkness]

Oh. My. God.

I cannot cope. This is amazing Bee - I loved it all 😍😍😍

Henry being the big lovable bear while Seb is the angsty boy. Ugh this is just- thank you!

I wanna be in Henry's arm at an award ceremony 😩

Thank you for taking part in my writing challenge & giving me something to snuggle up with 😘

Close Your Eyes - Sebastian Stan / Henry Cavill Oneshot

Summary: Y/N and Henry are finally public, but there are ghosts from her past that aren’t happy.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader // (Past) Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: NR (There’s some swearing and angst but that’s all)

Tags: fluff, new relationship, nerves, ex-love, arguments, mentions of cheating, paranoia, kissing, angst

Beta: @writethelifeyouwant thank you so much <3 And a thank you to @daydream3r-xo​ for brainstorming this idea with me and encouraging me to write Seb/Henry <3

A/Ns: This is written for the absolutely gorgeous @firefly-in-darkness​’s 2k followers challenge. Congrats my love! You deserve every single one and more!!! My prompt was “You know, no matter how much we fought, I’ve always hated watching you leave.” which you’ll see in bold in the fic. This is my first time writing for both Seb and Henry, but I know Daisy loves both so I wanted to push myself. Hope you enjoy <3 

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“You look beautiful, Y/N.” You look across and smile warmly at the gentle giant beside you, watching the way his blue eyes sparkle in the low lighting of the back of the limousine.

“Thank you, Henry,” you blush. “You look very handsome in your suit,” you tease, reaching across to straighten his bowtie a little. 

“I hate these events,” he complains. 

“Yeah, me too, but at least we have each other,” you smile. The nerves knot in your stomach tighter at the thought of stepping out onto that red carpet and seeing him, but you take deep breaths and calm your mind. It’s going to be so busy, so full of different people, that you probably won’t even see him. Henry’s large hand grips your knee lovingly and he squeezes it softly. You hadn’t even realised that you’d stopped. 

“C’mon, love, showtime.” He climbs out of the car first, and you’re instantly greeted with flashing lights as he holds out a hand and helps you to your feet, crooking his arm for you to link yours with. He leads you down the carpet, and you stop accordingly and smile for photographs. This is the first time you and Henry have been officially public. The rumours had been circling for months now. Everyone wants to know who Henry Cavill is dating, and they’d never predicted a small time actress that people barely know. 

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Oh my goodness, this is adorable 😍😍😍 such a simple everyday thing becoming such an important part of their relationship! ✨

Thank you so much for taking part in my challenge and sharing this cute story!! 💕

café d'amour

A/n: my entry to @firefly-in-darkness ’s challenge. Thank you for letting me enter! I left it to the last minute once again, but! This time it’s not late so… fingers crossed next time I’m early xxx

Proof read with a text-speech device.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 3537

Warnings: none! :]

Plot: Maybe covering a friends shift in a city park coffee kiosk won’t be too bad if it means running into a certain super soldier.

coffee-shop sort of au, fluff and more fluff.

Masterlist

*****

The machine humming quietly in the corner of the tiny hut seems to be mocking you, a constant reminder of just how out of your depth you are. People who think working in a coffee shop, or in your case, a take-out kiosk, is easy, should try it for a day and see if their opinion changes. This is so far away from your usual job, safe and warm re-shelving books in the colleges library, but a promise is a promise, so you’ve just got to suck it up for the next few weeks and hope you don’t mess anyone’s orders up too badly.

Peter is going to owe you big time after this.

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